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Tea, Sympathy and a Wolf Patronus - PART TWO

a/n: This is part two, this belongs to BossaNovaBaby24 on fanfiction.net

PART TWO - REMUS 

Remus Lupin appeared a few feet from the back door, his brown hair, streaked more liberally than usual with grey, whipping in the wind. As he dusted off his ragged clothes, an effort he regarded as futile when he glanced as his threadbare jacket, another loud crack resounded close by and the tell-tale rhythmic thump let Remus know that Alastor Moody, too, had arrived safe and sound.

"In we go then," Moody growled. His scarred face tried to smile and the attempt made him appear, if possible, more menacing. Remus walked up to the door and knocked, Moody right behind him.

"Who is it?" Remus recognised the voice to be a very wary Mrs Weasley.

"It is I, Remus Lupin, member of the Order with ex-Auror, Alastor Moody."

"What was your nickname at school?"

Remus smiled thinly.

"Moony."

They didn't even have to wait a minute as the door was flung open by a very welcoming Mrs Weasley.

"Goodness, but it isn't even dinnertime," She said, throwing an anxious look over her shoulder at the clock, "I have barely started... come in, both of you! It's so cold out today... that's it, this way."

Remus took a step inside and the aroma of beef filled his nostrils. It was mouth-watering; the spices and juices hit him like a brick wall and his stomach gave an audible growl. It had been weeks since he had anything closely resembling a hot meal and now more than ever he appreciated the Weasley hospitality.

He took his time savouring the smell and warmth, his reverie only broken by a loud tsk. Molly Weasley was sizing him up and didn't seem to like what she saw.

"Remus, dear, you look like you haven't eaten in weeks!"

"An appearance, I'm sure, that will be amended this evening," Remus replied politely with a faint smile.

Molly smiled in return, her admonitions long forgotten, and ushered both him and Moody into seats at the kitchen table.

"I'll just make up something quick to keep you both fed until dinner."

As she flicked her wand and ingredients flew to her, Moody picked up the newspaper that sat on the table and started to peruse it intently. His magical eye, however, had no interest in it, and it zoomed about in the socket, here and there. Probably checking the security of the house, Remus thought wryly as he listened to Molly's humming while she sliced up onions.

"Have you seen anyone since returning, Remus?" Molly asked over her shoulder. She was now throwing vegetables into a boiling pot.

"I had to report to Dumbledore yesterday," Remus replied, his voice exhausted.

"Hmm yes, he dropped Harry off over here a few days ago," she said, turning to face him, "I have the strangest feeling that he's planning something with Harry."

"If Dumbledore has plans for the boy, we shouldn't question it," Moody interrupted, his good eye focused on Molly. His magical eye had flickered upwards at the ceiling, drawn by movement no doubt. Molly's response was drowned out by the broth behind her overflowing and hitting the oven and floor. She flicked her wand and cleaned the mess before responding:

"Heavens, he's just a boy!" she said, flustered, "He's always put in such danger and at such a young age..."

"If Dumbledore has plans for Harry, then he will be safe Molly," Remus reasoned. He understood her fears, he had the same gnawing at his heart. Being sent to track down Fenrir and other werewolves underground meant that he was never kept fully abreast of news for the sake of cover. He could not contact Harry or others, meaning that he would never know if anything happened. Harry was his last connection to Sirius, James, Lily, his former life. After Sirius' cruel death at the hands of Bellatrix, Remus had taken it upon himself to be there for Harry and to look out for him, a faint ghost of the godfather that Sirius had been the last couple of years. As such, he had to trust in Dumbledore that Harry would be kept safe.