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𝕾ometimes they say the saddest thing about betrayal is that it never comes from your enemies.
The ones you think you can count on, have a mutual sided loyalty to, love through tough times and happy times, those are the ones that really know how to stab you in the back with a pointed knife.
Lyall and Newt were more than happy to watch over Maple and Harry for the afternoon whilst we attended a routinely Order meeting, still situated at the Potter manor. Following the deaths of Monty and Mia, Regulus and James had been staying there rather than their other little house in Godric's Hollow, Scarlette and Sirius the same also with their flat.
The drastically decreased numbers of witches and wizards each gathered on the table, listening intently to Dumbledore and Mad-eye Moody for orders and instructions. The intel Severus Snape had passed on to Dumbledore was announced, though I believe if Lily hadn't been in the Order, he wouldn't even have considered to work for both sides.
Remus' head slumps into his wife's, fingertips affectionately grazing against her side from his arm around her, the whiffs of lemon, jasmine, baby powder and chocolate soothing the anxieties throbbing his chest achingly. He'd been furious, seething and incredibly hurt. He'd wanted to follow the orders of the bright red flashing lights in his mind to go after the traitor himself once they'd told him.
But Willow stopped him with the voice of reason, and if he was certain of one thing, it was that he wholeheartedly trusted Willow Lupin with all of his being and their family.
So, he was playing the part, casting suspicious glances back and forth to Sirius over both Willow and Scarlette's head like they had before, Sirius returning the gesture and he was good at it — after all, he had been raised by Orion and Walburga back, he knows perfectly how to act and perform.
Affectionately, leaning into his magnetic allure, my hand reached to cup his warm cheek, briefly turning my head to press a chaste kiss to the skin, flushing him more. His knee was bouncing warily, only stilling when I dropped my hand back down and squeezed lightly. I love how protective he wants to be, to keep me safe, to fight off the darkness for Maple and I. It's admirable.
He sighs, eyes flickering between mine once some of the members began to leave, the usual few remaining seated as we always did, not finding it that necessary to file out swiftly. Though a few knew what was about to really happen. He caught my lips between his dotingly, an unspoken statement of unity and togetherness. We're all in this together.
I wiggled in my seat once we drew back, nodding appreciatively towards James when he naturally placed a cup of hot chocolate between us, a small chopped lemon besides to nibble on.
With a sneaky glance towards where Mcgonagall and Dumbledore were chatting, I brought the beverage up to my lips, scanning the table and locking on his pale blue ones, my eyebrows raising in thought, capturing his attention when I settled my drink back down, asking nonchalantly,
