Nothing Without You (That Special Something sequel)

Chapter 9: A new medicine

4th October 1992. 10:12.

It was a sunday again. Both of our day off's. We woke up at nine and made a huge full, traditional english breakfast, and gulped it down. We then put on some of our favourite tunes, and danced around in our pyjamas. We then settled down and read or drew or something, music still blasting.

Believe it or not, we did that every sunday.

It was fun. We just hanged out.

Remus got out his sketchpad and tried to draw me whilst I read Enchanted Encounters: Book Five - A Dark Romance. This one was about a muggle-born falling in love with a dark wizard. It was extremely riveting.

Remus was just shading in my nose, and I was just getting to the end of my chapter, when we heard a loud popping sound outside the front door. For any muggle that would seem strange, but for magical people, that meant only one casual thing. Someone had apparated outside the door. I put down my book angrily, folding the page, and skipped to the door, revealing Dumbledore, smiling serenely.

"Dumbledore!" I said, gleefully, letting him in at once. "What a surprise!"

"A nice surprise I hope!" He said, shaking Remus's hand and sitting himself down. "I do hope I am not interrupting anything?"

"Oh no!" I said, waving my wand, pausing The Hobgoblins Greatest Hits album blasting through the house. "We were just enjoying our day off!"

"I see!" Dumbledore nodded. "I didn't know you were an artist, Remus." 

Remus blushed. "I do it as a hobby, nothing more, Dumbledore!"

Dumbledore smiled. "At it to the list of your talents, Remus!" He took the sketchpad. "This is just remarkable! It looks just like Dorothy!"

"Thank you!" Remus blushed even more. Dumbledore passed him back his sketchpad and looked down at the book lying next to him. "I see your a LaFolle fan, Dorothy?"

"Oh yes!" I told him, sitting down beside him and placing the book on the coffee table. "She was an amazing writer!"

"I knew her! She was in her first year when I was in my last!" Dumbledore told me. "Lovely woman! Died at eighty-three, sadly. But still, a lovely woman, very creative."

I nodded. "Yes. Now may I ask you, Dumbledore, surely you have got some purpose of being here?"

"Oh yes." Dumbledore said, smiling. "I'm getting old now, I forget a lot of things! Right, now, this mostly concerns Remus but I believe that Dorothy already knows about your" he lowered his voice. "abilties."

Remus nodded. "Yes. Oh, she knows! Don't you remember that lovely encounter after werewolf day?"

"I cherish it, Remus!" He laughed. "Well, as you may or may not know, succesful and talented potioneers have worked long and hard for a potion that can reduce, relieve or even cure lycanthropy."

"I do know that." Remus nodded.

"Well," Dumbledore continued. "Damocles, one of the famous potioneers working on lycanthropy, has created Wolfsbane!"

I gasped. "Wolfsbane?" I said, shocked. "That's in all of those muggle myths about werewolves! But I thought it was a danger to werewolves?"

"In some legends, yes." Dumbledore explained. "But in reality, the Wolfsbane potion can ease the symptoms of lycanthropy."

"In what way?" I asked, curiously.

"It prevents werewolves from forgetting themselves during transformation." Dumbledore whispered. "It's very complicated and advanced, but it works."

We both turned our heads to Remus, who's jaw was dropped.

"Remus?" I asked. "Are you alright?"

"Finally." He whispered.

Dumbledore smiled and reached into his midnight blue robes. "Damocles, being a dear friend of mine, has given me some." He pulled out a large, lidded jug, with blue smoke creeping out of the sides, and passed it to Remus. "A cup full of it for each day of the week leading up to a full moon, and you shall keep your mind in your werewolf form." He gestured to the jug. "That will last you a year. When you run out, do tell me."

"Thank you so much!" Remus nodded and opened the lid, revealing faint blue smoke coming off of a murky brown liquid.

"It looks foul!" I said, wrinkling my nose. "You have to take that everyday for a week each month?" I said. "I feel sorry for the girl werewolves!"

"Why?" Dumbledore asked.

"Periods every month as well as this!" I giggled. He laughed heartily. 

"You should take it today!" Dumbledore explained. "It is seven days until the next full moon!"

"I'll get you a cup." I stood up and walked over to the kitchen. I got out a mug, memorised it so I never drank from it again, and got a biscuit out, so he could get rid of the taste.

"Could I have it with sugar?" Remus laughed as I poured the potion into the mug.

"Please." I snickered. I passed Remus the potion, and he gulped it down, and shivered.

"That. Was. Horrifying." He shivered. "Can't wait to have it tomorrow!"

I laughed. "Can I get you anything, Dumbledore?" I asked. "Tea, Coffee, Homemade butterbeer?"

"As good as your homemade butterbeer sounds, I must be getting back to Hogwarts!" Dumbledore said, standing up.

"Let me give you a bottle of it, for the road, at least." I told him.

"No." Dumbledore refused, shaking his head. "I must stop having sweet things! Having Hogwarts meals almost everyday of your life gets you quite full." He walked over to the door. "Well, thank you for having me. Enjoy the potion and the rest of your sunday. I will hope to see you soon!"

"Me too." I said, waving.

"So do I." Remus agreed.

And Dumbledore vanished.