What happens when opposites attract?
Welcome to the world unknown to the muggles of the world. Welcome to the story of a young auror and her werewolf companion.
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₊˚ˑ༄ Disappearance after disappearance. The smell of absence hung in the air and all the ministry seemed to care about was making sure they didn't have to deal with it. Twisting Dumbledore and Harry's words, the daily prophet raved on the idea that Dumbeldore was 'losing his marbles' and everyone seemed to roll with it.
"It's a load of sh-"
"Tonks, dear, the children are in here." Molly reminded the red-haired witch. Sitting around the somewhat sturdy kitchen table, the Weasleys, Hermione, Remus, Sirius and Tonks all passed around a few copies of the daily prophet, occupying their mouths with toast as if they were afraid to exclaim as Tonks had started to.
"The only thing Dumbledore has lost is his razor." sniggered Fred. "What do you think, mum? I reckon George and I would suit long beards."
"Yeah, then maybe Bill would catch a break." chimed George. The twins exchanged amused expressions before feeling the burning of Molly's stern stare, daring them to continue.
"I'm sure that'd be possible." added Ginny, smirking in amusement. The twins puffed their chests out and looked pleased with themselves. "But you've got to actually grow facial hair- and no" she interrupted as Ron tried to jump in, "peach fuzz doesn't count, no matter how thick it is."
Earning a chuckle from each of the members sat around the table, Ginny grinned and then sat back in her seat, feeling utterly pleased with herself.
Amid the scattered giggles and clinking mugs, Remus appeared to be either deep in thought or uncomfortable, thought Tonks. His elbows propped up, hands clasped together, slightly curling into himself: The picture of insecurity. But whatever could he be thinking about? Unbeknownst to the others in the room, Remus felt the all familiar ache in his legs, the stabbing in his ribs. For the last two weeks, all he felt was a growing instability, a quiver in his bones- rattling, if you will. As if he needed a reminder that tonight a full moon would occur. How could something, as peaceful as a silver glow in the royal blue night sky, scare a grown man into submission every fortnight; giving into his beast's hunger for control over his body.
During this time, Remus' senses were often heightened. His ears were picking up everyone's individual voices, the scraping of their spoons in the cereal bowls, kreacher shuffling about on the floor above the kitchen. Everything. All he sought to do was take the day an hour at a time. For example, within the current hour, breakfast would come to a close and then everyone would natter on about the things they have done in the week prior to this breakfast.
The weasley children and Hermione were ushered out of the room by a flustered Molly, trying to get all five children through the door despite Fred and George's protests.
"But mum, we're of age!" argued George.
"You're lucky you made it that long."
"Come on mum, let us join the order already!" pressed Fred, trying to push back into the room. Tonks gave the twins a jokingly solemn wave as Arthur took Molly's place in the doorway and then slammed the door, protecting the room with the muffliato charm.
Severus Snape, the potions master, sat across from Sirius and Remus and Tonks could tell that, for some unknown reason, Sirius was fighting the urge to kick snape under the table- or better yet, reach over and strangle him.
"Perhaps it isn't wise to retrieve Potter next week." said Snape in the all-too-familiar nasal, slow voice, drawing out almost every word.
"Couldn't have said it better myself, snivellus." replied a cocky Sirius, leaning back in his char and throwing his arms behind his head. "I vote we send the advance guard," he says, glancing at Tonks "to Little Whinging in two days' time. Never mind sometime this week."
A small mumble circled the table, everyone discussing the pros and cons of getting Harry this early. Despite Dumbledore being in the room, everyone seemed to look to Mad-Eye Moody; afterall, he was practically the 'leader' of the Advance Guard.
"Tomorrow? Hmm, I suppose we could swing it." Moody announced, sounding as if he was thinking it through as he spoke. "But this will be no easy mission. Kingsley, how are things at the Ministry?" he asks. "Can we get Harry without their interference?"
"Well, it's do-able, sure. But Harry's in a lot of trouble with the ministry." he admitted. Kingsley Shacklebolt was a high status auror, tasked with the highest security jobs. His skill with defensive charms, experience and personality made for a very strong wizard.
Everyone simultaneously clocked to look at Dumbledore. In trouble? The illusive detail sat on each member like a wet blanket as they all suffocated while waiting for an expansion on this information. Whatever could Harry have done to anger the ministry- or at least, egg on their current annoyance with his and Dumbledore's preachings.
By the end of the meeting, each meeting attendant were aware of Harry's situation with the patronus charm and everyone fully supported Harry. If anything, this new piece of information made it prudent that Harry would need to get away from the muggles as soon as he could, seeing as how they believe him to be expelled from Hogwarts. Tonks, being witty and creative, had crafted a plan to lure the Dursleys out of their family home: a letter stating they'd won a 'best lawn' competition.
It was decided. Harry would be reuniting with his God-father in two days time.
*
The night had given in to the slow and meaningful process of devouring the sun and expelling its colours of yellow, purple and ribbons of pink. The drawn out process of dusk thrown out the window, the moon shot up into the air, basking in it's silvery glow.
Remus, by this time had already apparated to a small field in the countryside- an overgrown meadow with an old, cracked stone, doorless shed. In this small solace for shelter from the impending rain was a first-aid kit, clean clothes and a blanket- ready to comfort him after the final shift for this moon phase period. Like clockwork, as soon as the cold glow of the moon hit his skin, Remus felt his skin tear in half. His particles rearranging, organs shuffling and heart groaning underneath the strenuous amounts of pressure it was under. A growing howl crawled up Lupin's esophagus, begging to be out into the cool air. Growing copious amounts of hair at an instant, his bones breaking in the process, the werewolf's stature towered over that of the man this best once was. The transformation was over, but the pain would last forever. For now, he only had one instinct.
Run.
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