Guilty as Sin?: Remus Lupin x Y/N (Book 2)

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"Sometimes all I think about is you..."

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A summoning to Dumbledore's office is never a good sign, not least when it's in the middle of the night. 

Y/N had barely got back to her room when a tired and panicked McGongall arrived at her door. 

"Miss Pike, I'd sorry to bother you at this hour, but Professor Dumbledore has requested your presence."

Y/N didn't respond, and followed silently, still in her heels and her ballgown which made it difficult to keep up with the older professor's hurried pace. She had so many questions in her head, and she was sure McGonagall would too, though she would know better than to ask. Had Y/N been found out? Had she messed up? Had someone seen her and Remus? Oh god, Remus. Was this about him?

But when they arrived at the office and were met with the brief confused looks from all of the Weasley children who were currently students, and Harry, who was sweaty. Their confusion only lasted a second before their attentions refocused onto Dumbledore, fear and concern filling their faces.

"Ah, you're here. I need you to go with Mr Potter and the Weasley's to 12 Grimmauld Place. There has been an issue with Mr Weasley, who was on guard tonight." McGonagall's gaze turned to Harry, who looked as though he had seen a ghost.

Guard duty...? Y/N was so swept up in the adrenaline that it took her a moment to process what that meant. Guard duty! Arthur Weasley had been guarding Harry's prophecy at the ministry tonight and something had happened. How did they know though? Again, she restrained her questions and silently nodded, agreeing to the half baked plan.

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Before her second foot had even crossed the threshold she was pulled into a tight hug from Molly, who had already squeezed her own children and Harry with equal force and affection. 

"Y/N dear, thank you for coming. You look lovely, I hope you enjoyed the ball."

Before Y/N could reply any words of comfort to the woman about her husband, she was cut off by one of the group of people who were now staring between the pair incredulously.

"Wait, Mum, did you say Y/N? That's Olivia?" Ron uttered, still staring from his mother to the girl he had been taught to believe was Olivia all term.

"Erm, yeah. About that. It's been me, Y/N the whole time. Dumbledore had me go undercover. So..."

"This whole time?" Fred asked.

"Yep."

"I knew there couldn't possibly be more than one Hufflepuff who had a mind built for mischief like ours was Freddie!" George said, elbowing his twin before the conversation turned serious again.

"Mum, have you seen dad yet?"

"Oh Ginny." Molly grasped her youngest child to her chest, stroking her hair for her own comfort. "Daddy will be fine. He's tired and he's hurt, but he'll be fine. Thanks to you, Harry."

All attention was turned onto the boy. Y/N (as Olivia) had somewhat been filled in on the way to the house in London, but the journey was only a few minutes long and honestly, the others weren't entirely sure why Dumbledore had sent her, a friend but not a close family relation, with them.