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HannahLongbottom · 08-04-2009, 11:20 PM

Thanks hermione'sclone! It's always good to know that someone is reading and I'm glad that you're enjoying it.

The banner was by Cake-Chan and I love it! When he first did it I was writing and I kept stopping to stare at it! It is exactly what I asked him to do, the man's a genius!

Antwone Thomas · 08-05-2009, 02:23 AM

I'm only on the first chapter so far but good stuff, indeed.

HannahLongbottom · 08-05-2009, 03:05 AM

Thanks Antwone, I'm glad you like it!

(I feel a bit like Pollyanna with all this gladness)

HannahLongbottom · 08-05-2009, 05:15 AM

Ok, so I had another night were sleep eluded me completely, so here's the next chapter. Something happens later in this chapter that some of you may not like. All I can say is that it's Mustang Sally's fault, I was chatting to her when the decision was reached!

Six, part one, Grey

From her perch by the window, Moony could see her master tossing and turning in his bed. His usually vibrant hair was grey and sweat was pouring down his face. She became agitated, hooting and clicking her beak, but he didn’t wake up. She swooped across the room, landing on his bare chest and hopped up to his shoulder, nipping his ear in an effort to wake him. Her master rolled over and she took flight, perching on the bedstead, watching over him.

~~~

“Have you seen Teddy this week?” Harry was leaning against Hermione’s desk while she read the latest update from Azkaban.

“No, I haven’t. He was supposed to be in the meeting this morning but he didn’t turn up.”

Harry frowned. Teddy was usually very punctual and always sent his apologies if he couldn’t attend a meeting. He was like Remus in that respect.

“D’you think he tied one on last night? It wouldn’t be the first time; he’s twenty four after all. I remember drinking…”

Harry’s remembrance of a drunken night out with Ron and George was cut short by the irritated expression on Hermione’s face.

“No, I don’t think that he ‘tied one on’. He knew how important that meeting was this morning. If we are to stand any chance of stopping The Movement before they gather any more support we need all hands on deck. Teddy knows that. When was the last time you saw him?”

“Friday, he came for supper.”

“So that’s five days. Go and find Victoire, see if she’s seen him. If not we’ll go to Lupin Cottage and see if he’s there.”

“Yes boss.” Harry said, with a little mock salute.

Hermione sighed and went back to the report. She was worried, it just wasn’t like Teddy to be out of touch for so long, let alone miss a meeting.

*****

“Mum, please stop fussing, it’ll be fine, Fred and George are going to be with me. I can Apparate, I’ll be okay.”

Molly frowned. She did not want Ginny to go and help evacuate Remus and Tonks from Lupin Cottage. If the intelligence was right and Dolohov was intent on killing Remus, Molly didn’t want any of them to go.

“Molly, we’ll take care of her, she’s an able fighter, she’s proved herself.”Ginny flushed with pride at Kingsley’s words. He believed in her abilities to look after herself, at least.

“Well, I’m not happy, and at the first sign of trouble you are to Apparate back to here, do you promise?”

Ginny agreed, with no intention of keeping that promise. A Weasley leave her friends behind to fight? Never!

Kingsley showed them the addresses of Lupin Cottage and Andromeda’s house, throwing the parchment into the fire afterwards. They set off into the night, Ginny’s stomach churning with anticipation and nerves. For the first time in weeks she was going to do something to resist Voldemort. The very thought made her heart sing.

The group popped into view at the end of the lane. Ginny saw a wooden frame cottage, surrounded by a slightly messy garden. Remus was waiting at the door, wearing his travelling coat. “He raised his wand to Kingsley and asked “The last joke Sirius told?”

“The one about the Minister and the Veela? I think Ginny is a little young for that one Remus.” Remus lowered his wand. As they walked up the path he gave them a grim smile of welcome and led them into the kitchen. Ginny could see some suitcases and a few of rucksacks. Tonks was sat at the table, cradling a tiny baby with turquoise hair.

“Right, I think we should get out of here straight away. Grab a bag and we’ll Apparate at the boundary.”

Ginny, Fred and George all took a rucksack and pulled them on to their backs. Remus and Kingsley both took a suitcase and Tonks brought Teddy. They trouped back down the path and on Kingsley word, they stepped through the boundary, turned on the spot and disappeared.

Andromeda was waiting for them at the door, just as Remus had been. She threw it open and marched to the boundary, wand aloft. Pointing it in her daughter’s face, she cried “What did Sirius Black do to you when you were five years old?”

“He gave me an Acid Pop and it burned a hole in my tongue.”

Andromeda threw her arms around her daughter briefly and then dragged her up the garden path and into the house. The others followed.

“There’s no wonder you don’t like Acid Pops Tonks!” Kingsley was chuckling. “I need to go, but I’ll stop at The Burrow, tell your mother you’re ok, give you some time.”

“Thanks Kingsley.” He left in a whirl of robes.

Tonks had settled on the settee, still clinging to Teddy. Ginny settled next to her while Andromeda showed the men where to put the luggage.

Ginny looked down into Teddy’s face. “He’s gorgeous Tonks” she whispered.

Tonks smiled widely. “Thanks, I like to think so. I never really thought about being a mum until I had him and now… I’m totally besotted with him. The way that you love your children, it’s different to any other kind of love. It’s irrevocable, complete and brilliant.” She kissed Teddy and then chortled. “Irrevocable? Being married to Remus has expanded my vocabulary! And to think, if Remus hadn’t come to his senses Teddy wouldn’t be here. Do you think he looks like Remus?” She said, turning her attention back to her slumbering son.

“I think he looks like both of you, in different ways. He’s going to be very handsome when he grows up.”

The others had returned. Andromeda, Fred and George were busy in the kitchen. Remus leaned up against the door frame, looking at the young women cooing over his son. He announced his presence with a small cough.

“Ginny, could you take a photograph of the three of us? We don’t have a family portrait yet.”

They arranged themselves on the settee, Tonks holding Teddy, Remus with his arms wrapped around them both and Ginny took the photo.

Looking at them and how happy they were, Ginny gave a wry smile at the thought that all their love could have come to nothing if Remus had continued to be so stubborn. Lifting the camera to take a second photograph she said to Tonks “Y’know, these Lupin men, they're heart breakers.”

*****

Harry ran back into Hermione’s office.

“Victoire hasn’t seen or heard from him since Thursday.”

“Right, let’s go.”

Hermione grabbed her wand, and they ran down the corridor to the Auror office. Harry shouted for Ron and the three of them bolted for the lifts. People stared at them as they thundered through the Atrium towards the fireplace. Throwing Floo powder in to the flames, one by one they shouted
“Lupin Cottage”.

Harry span out of the fireplace first. He only just had time to register how untidy the kitchen and parlour were when Hermione and then Ron had joined him.

“Teddy? Are you here mate?”

They heard a distraught hoot from Teddy’s bedroom. Hermione pulled open the door and gasped. There on the bed was Teddy, naked to the waist, deathly pale, his hair grey. There was a strong smell of vomit and urine.

“Harry, you stay with him, we’ll go get a Healer.”

Hermione and Ron dashed for the door and Harry to his godson’s side. When he touched Teddy’s skin, he was shocked by how clammy and cold he was. “Teddy, mate, can you hear me? Come on mate, wake up, wake up…”

Lupinfangirlx · 08-05-2009, 01:12 PM

OH NO!! whats wrong with teddy

but the family portrait so soo cute!

PAMS!!

HannahLongbottom · 08-05-2009, 01:29 PM

I can't tell you that! It would spoil the rest of the chapter!

I must admit, I rather liked that family portait flash back too.

Lissy Longbottom · 08-07-2009, 02:56 AM

WOOOOO I finally caught up!

You're an AWEOME writer and you do Teddy fantastically

And I like the cliffhanger at the end of your last update...*subscribes*

Keep on writing!

HannahLongbottom · 08-07-2009, 03:08 AM

Hooray! My Legilimens Drabble Stalker has arrived!

I hope you didn't read them all in one go though, because that would make you my Brightly Lit Legilimens Drabble Stalker, and I haven't got the energy to be typing that all the time!

Seriously though I'm glad you liked it

Someone needs to tell Paintbrush to bring her head deflating stick!

HannahLongbottom · 08-08-2009, 09:06 AM

Right, I've written this five different ways so if you hate it, don't tell me. I think this is the best version.

Six, part two, Grey

“What do you mean, I can’t see him?” Victoire demanded. “I’m family; I’m going to be his wife!”

She turned her left hand over, showing Healer Patil her engagement ring.

Padma smiled kindly “Miss Weasley, no-one is allowed to see Mr Lupin until we can determine what is causing his current condition. The quarantine is to ensure that if the cause is contagious, it does not spread.”

“Well, how in the name of Merlin are you going in there?”

“We are taking precautions, but I cannot allow you to do the same.” She had pre-empted Victoire’s next demand. “Now, I need to get back to Mr Lupin”. She walked away from the group, casting a bubble head charm and then unlocking the door of the ward. Victoire turn to Harry, her hands in her hair, tears threatening to spill down her cheeks.

“Oh, come here.” Ginny pulled her into a tight hug. “Teddy’s a fighter, he comes from a family of fighters, he’s going to come through this, he’ll be ok. To Harry, the words sounded rather empty as he recalled the family of fighters Teddy came from and how young they had all been when they died. Even the most recent, Andromeda, had only been in her late sixties when she had passed away a year earlier, which was hardly old for a muggle, let alone a witch. A surge of bitterness rose up in Harry’s throat. He saw Sirius laughing as he fell through the veil, Ted showing him where the portkey was, Tonks with blond hair at the wedding, Remus toasting the birth of his son, Andromeda green from dragon pox and now Teddy, limp and grey…

“Harry, he’s going to be fine. Stop thinking like that.”

Harry looked up at his wife. “When did you become a Legilimens?”

She laughed mirthlessly. “I don’t need to read your mind; I can just look at your face.”

*****

“John! John, quick! Remus is hurt!”

He was aware of his Mummy shouting, but he couldn’t be hurt because nothing was hurting. He must be dreaming, yes that’s what must be happening. He'd had a brilliant day and now he was dreaming. That must be right. Brain Young had shown Remus where he wanted to build a den in the woods and they had spent the day finding lots of big branches to build it from. They were going back tomorrow to finish it. It had been dark but Brain had a torch so they had been able to find their way home. They had thought that they could here something following them but they had got all the way to the end of the lane before they had heard the growling. Brain had run away and then…

“John, would you hurry up, I think he’s dying!” His Mummy was screaming now and Remus knew it was real, he could feel his legs and his belly hurting. He could feel something warm and wet all over him, like he’d split gravy or custard. Whatever it was, there was lots of it. Feet were running now and he could hear his Daddy swearing, that was funny, Daddy had always said swearing was rude. Big hands lifted him up and now he felt like he was flying. They were in the fireplace, it was warm and tickly. Then there were bright lights and screams and then comfortable blackness…

Remus woke up and everything was hurting. His legs and his belly felt stiff and sore. He opened his eyes and saw that he wasn’t at home.

“Mummy?” His voice sounded funny. He swallowed and realised that his mouth was very dry. “Daddy?”

“I’m here darling. I’m here.” He felt his Mummy squeeze his hand.

“Where am I? Am I poorly?”

“You’re in the hospital darling, you’ve been poorly but you’re going to get better.” Her voice sounded all wrong, like she was fibbing.

“Oh. Well, can Granddad Lupin come and read me stories? That will help me get better, I think.”

“When we get home darling, when we get home.”

*****

“Mum!” Victoire ran down the corridor, blonde hair flying out behind her. Fleur and Bill walked towards them and, after embracing their sobbing daughter, listened to a full recount of everything that had happened to Teddy.

“’Ee should never ‘ave moved into Lupin Cottage alone.” Fleur’s pronouncement was made in a throatier voice than usual and Harry was not surprised to see that she was fighting back the tears.

“He wanted to feel close to his parents, and I think we can all understand why.” Although Teddy had lived with Harry and Ginny briefly when he was nineteen, he had moved home when Andromeda had suffered a nasty accident with a back firing charm. She had been permanently weakened and had been unable to fight off the dragon pox. Harry knew that Teddy blamed himself. He had rented out her house and moved into Lupin Cottage as soon as the Richards family had moved to France, refusing several offers from Ginny, Hermione and Kingsley of alternative accommodation.

Padma Patil was walking up the corridor towards them, her face inscrutable.

Harry’s heart began to pound in his throat. He was sure that she was coming to tell them that Teddy had died.

“We still don’t know what is wrong with Mr Lupin.”

Relief flooded through Harry and he almost didn’t hear Bill’s question.

“…have you ruled out?”

“Almost everything. We’ve contacted Healers all over the world, just in case it’s something exotic that we don’t recognise. It’s a highly unusual case; he has a number of seemingly unconnected symptoms. There is a team from the ministry at Mr Lupin’s home as we speak, trying to detect any possible trace of toxins or poisons. All we can do now is wait. If Mr Lupin is anything like his father then I’m sure that he will fight whatever this is.”

Harry thanked her and Padma walked away, catching up with a Healer who was carrying what looked like letters.

“I say we take shifts, we may not be able to sit with him, but someone should be here.” Bill’s suggestion was a good one and Harry volunteered to stay with Victoire. They sat together outside the ward; she slipped her hand into his and leaned her head on his arm just as she had when she was a tired little girl who wanted a bedtime story. Harry just hoped that this time there would be a happy ending.

Paintbrush · 08-08-2009, 11:19 AM

I don't hate it, I love it, but for Merlin' sake post more and tell me Teddy's OK!!!

Oh, I almost forgot. *brandishes stick with a malicious smile. POKE POKE POKE* Better, isn't it?

I love the lullaby... 2 chapters ago, was it? Anyway, the original version is what I used to sing in Choir a few years back, it's lovely

nice altering of the lyrics, too.

As usual, absolutely brilliant updates. Must be one of the best fics I'm reading here.

*pulls out poking stick, just in case, but continues talking*

So, post more! Soon! I need some inspiration like your writing to sit down and do some of my own!

HannahLongbottom · 08-08-2009, 05:44 PM

*head explodes*

Lissy Longbottom · 08-08-2009, 06:09 PM

*stalks*

I wanna know what's wrong with Teddy! *flails*

Good post! I loved it, as usual. Keep em coming!

hermionesclone · 08-08-2009, 10:05 PM

OMG! Teddy! Noo! What happened to him? I hope he's ok! Please tell me he's ok! Great post! Loved it! Can't wait for more (want to know if Teddy gets better)!

Lupinfangirlx · 08-08-2009, 10:54 PM

ooohh you so nasty to teddy

but i loved it and was probably the best of the 5

PAMS!

HannahLongbottom · 08-09-2009, 05:31 AM

Thanks for the feedback

I've said it before, I'm a rotten egg!

I think I'm becoming a bit of an angst queen.

The next chapter is underway!

HannahLongbottom · 08-09-2009, 09:31 AM

I've decided to split this next bit in half, aren't I nice to you?

Six, part three, Grey

Teddy was walking down an extremely familiar looking street, although he couldn’t really be sure where he was. He noticed places where trees and bushes were missing, doors that were the wrong colour. The houses became more spread out the further he walked. He thought that he recognised a particular house and went to investigate. The door was open, so he walked in. In the sitting room two people were posing for a photograph. They too were very familiar. The man looked tired; his tawny hair was sprinkled liberally with grey. He was smiling widely as he hugged the woman. Teddy thought that she was beautiful; her hair was a vibrant pink. She was holding a small baby whose hair was changing colour. It was purple and then blue and now grey…

Suddenly he knew who they were, where they were. He had been given that photograph in an ornate pewter frame for his eleventh birthday. He was in his Gran’s house. She was walking into the room now, followed by a young man with red hair who was carrying a tray with tea things on it.

“Fred dear, just put it on that side table. Thank you.”

Fred? Fred Weasley? So, all these people were dead? Did that mean that he was dead too?

“Ginny, do you take sugar?”

“Just half a teaspoon please.”

Ginny. Teddy was sure that she was alive. If she was here too, then maybe he wasn’t dead after all.

“How about you George, do you take sugar?”

“Oh, no thanks Mrs Tonks. I’m sweet enough.”

George. Well, if two living people were here, then he probably wasn’t dead. That thought made Teddy feel a little bit more cheerful but there was still the fact that no one had noticed that he was in the room. What in the name of Merlin was going on?

He listened as they chatted and finished their tea. He drank in his parent’s voices, his mother’s easy jokes and his father’s hoarse laugh. Eventually Ginny, Fred and George said their goodbyes and went home. His parents and his grandmother chatted for a while longer, eventually saying goodnight and going upstairs to bed. Teddy followed his parents, as though drawn to them magnetically. In his childhood bedroom there was a double bed and a cot waiting for them. His mother lay his infant self down in the cot and crossed to a set of draws. She pulled out a small package and said “Happy Birthday Darling!”

His father laughed. “That was last month!”

“I was a bit busy being pregnant last month. Besides, I accidentally left it here.”

His father carefully opened the present. It was a beautiful silver cloak pin that that was set with moonstones which gleamed silver blue in the candlelight. Teddy recognised it; he used it to fasten his own cloak.

“It’s beautiful, thank you.” They kissed passionately and Teddy looked out of the window. The view was very much the same one that he had enjoyed as he grew up. His mother’s voice brought his attention back into the room.

“Remus, if we both die, what will happen to him?”

“That’s not going to happen.”

“It might.” She smiled sadly. “I can’t believe that I’m the one who’s being rational.”

“If that happens, then Harry and your mother will do an excellent job of raising him. He’ll know that we love him and that we died trying make the world a better place for him.”

“And if they die?”

“Then Hermione, or Molly and Arthur, or Ginny, or Kingsley or Bill and Fleur will step in. There are enough people who love our son to make sure that he’s raised properly.”

“I can’t help but worry…”

“Of course you worry, that’s what makes you a good mother. Our son is going to grow up to be a great wizard and more importantly, he’ll live to be an old man because somehow, we are going get rid of You-Know-Who.”

Teddy noticed that both his parents were surrounded by a glowing white light, their voices were becoming increasing difficult to hear, as though they were on the wireless and someone was turning them down.

“You seem very certain.”

“I am. I wasn’t before Teddy came along, but now I just know that our side is going to win. We have to…”

The light coming from his parents was blinding now and Teddy was forced to close his eyes. He couldn’t hear his parents any more. He slowly opened his eyes and realised that they were gone. He blinked rapidly; the light was still blinding him. Very slowly, the room came into focus. He seemed to be in a hospital ward of some sort. It wasn’t the one at Hogwarts, but there were similarities. The beds were neatly made, there were curtains to afford the patients privacy, tables on wheels and a large cupboard that was presumably full of potions and remedies. Teddy realised that he was completely alone. He tried to sit up, but he couldn’t. It felt as though someone had filled his body with lead, everything was just too heavy to try to move.

There was a sound at the door and a Healer walked in, a large potion bottle in one hand. It looked as though she had an upturned goldfish bowl on her head. Teddy recognised the Bubble Head charm and tried to smile but even his lips felt heavy.

Padma Patil looked down at Teddy and was surprised to see that his eyes were open. She still had no idea what was wrong with him, all the investigations had been fruitless. She had started to consider how to tell his family and friends that he was unlikely to ever recover.

“Hello Mr Lupin. How are you feeling?”

Teddy tried to say, “Heavy” but found it difficult to form the words. Instead he let out a small groan.

“Don’t worry about talking, just nod or shake your head. Are you tired?”

Teddy slowly shook his head. The more he tried to move, the more he found he could.

“Do you remember feeling ill?”

Teddy shook his head again. The last thing he could remember was eating a meal at Harry’s house.

Padma removed the Bubble Head charm. Whatever had been wrong with Teddy, she very much doubted that it was contagious. She performed a number of spells, took his pulse tested his reflexes. They were rather slow, but they were present.

“Well there are some people outside who is most anxious to see you. Do you feel up to seeing them?”

Teddy nodded slowly.

“Very well then, I’ll send them in.”

She walked out of the ward. Harry and Ron were sitting together, having a quiet conversation. They stopped talking and stood up when they saw her.

“Any change?”

“He’s awake.”

Ron let out a shaky laugh. Harry embraced Padma, lifting her off her feet and swinging her around.

“Yes, well,” she said when he finally put her down, “because it’s been six weeks, he’s very weak. It will take a while for him to get back to normal. We’ll keep him here until he’s a bit stronger, I want to monitor his progress.”

“Do you know what was wrong with him?”

She shook her head. “We may never know. The cause could have been emotional, given what you’ve told me about how he reacted to the death of his grandmother. It sounds to me as though he did not accept that she had died, rather that he ran away from the fact. Eventually your have to face the pain and the grief, and for Mr Lupin it manifested itself physically. You can go in and see him, but only for a few minutes. Try and be as calm as possible.”

Harry and Ron thanked Padma, both of them hugging her. They slipped through the door as quietly as they could.

Teddy’s hair was still grey, he still looked very pale and thin but his eyes were open. Harry and Ron sat down next to the bed.

“Alright mate? You had us worried there.”

Teddy tried to smile and found that his lips twitched at the corners. He tried to speak again, “Vvvvvv”.

Ron grinned. “Victoire? She’s at work, but I’ll go and get her if you want me to.”

Teddy nodded. Ron stood up and squeezed Teddy’s shoulder. “It’s good to have you back mate.” He slipped quietly out of the ward. Harry took Teddy’s hand, squeezing it, almost making sure that he was real.

“You’ve got to stay here a while until you are strong enough to come home. You’re going to come and stay with us until you’re completely better. No arguments. I’m responsible for you, so you’re going to do what you’re told for a change. Understand?”

Teddy nodded. Harry might have been expecting him to argue, but he could think of nowhere that he would rather go. After experiencing how intense his parent’s love really was, he wanted to be surrounded by his family.

Paintbrush · 08-09-2009, 09:51 AM

Great! Brilliant! So where's the next half?

Hehe no problem, I'm enjoying this fic immensely, you're a wonderful writer. So much so that you've inspired me to write some more drabbles

They'll be up soon, I hope. Or the first one will be, anyway

So, post more soon!

HannahLongbottom · 08-09-2009, 09:53 AM

Thanks. The next bit is still fermenting in my brain.

More Paintbrush Drabbles? *goes to stalk*

Lupinfangirlx · 08-09-2009, 10:33 AM

awww surrounded by his family, how cute

but what's wrong with teddy?? u certainly are a bad egg

can't wait for the next chapter

HannahLongbottom · 08-09-2009, 10:38 AM

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Originally Posted by HannahLongbottom

“Do you know what was wrong with him?”

She shook her head. “We may never know. The cause could have been emotional, given what you’ve told me about how he reacted to the death of his grandmother. It sounds to me as though he did not accept that she had died, rather that he ran away from the fact. Eventually your have to face the pain and the grief, and for Mr Lupin it manifested itself physically. [/COLOR]

When Andromeda died, rather than face it and grieve, he went into denial. He bottled up all his emotions and in the end that made him very ill.

Something very similar happened to someone I used to work with.

hermionesclone · 08-09-2009, 03:21 PM

Aw! I loved the way Teddy saw his parent's love for each other and him. Yay! Teddy is ok!

Aw! And Teddy wants to be with family! And Harry is acting like his father. Well godfather. Telling him he's coming home and "no arguments". Loved that part! Great post! Loved it! Can't wait for more!

HannahLongbottom · 08-09-2009, 05:28 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by hermionesclone

Aw! I loved the way Teddy saw his parent's love for each other and him. Yay! Teddy is ok!

Aw! And Teddy wants to be with family! And Harry is acting like his father. Well godfather. Telling him he's coming home and "no arguments". Loved that part! Great post! Loved it! Can't wait for more!

Thanks, that really made me grin. I hope you like the next part as much...

D.A Forever · 08-10-2009, 03:52 AM

This is a VERY beautiful story. Very touching, as another reader pointed out before. This FanFic has made me tear up a LOT in the beginning, and the only kind of stories that do that to me are the heartfelt ones. This is really something. I love the chapters you've posted so far, and cannot wait to see what comes next.

You're a great writer, by the way. And since the first chapter I've had a feeling I know what those orbs are, which makes me want to cry

Some things I HAD to comment on:

Quote:

“Oh, you silly girl, have you forgotten what Sirius said about those Acid Pops? He told you that you’d really like them and what happened?”

“They burned a hole in my tongue.” Nymphadora frowned. She would need a really good hex to get Sirius back for that.

I can SO see that. Too cute, too funny.

Have I mentioned yet how I LOVE how you mention others, in little but wonderful ways like this?:

Quote:

A tiny version of Oliver Wood was making spectacular saves in front of the goal hoops.

Cause I do.

Also, how you keep tradition. Like Hagrid giving Teddy the owl for his 11th birthday, just like he had Harry.

Quote:

“Mate, the holes have got holes. You’re in serious danger of mooning someone! And that hair, I mean, forest green? It looks like a cheap dye job. ”

LOL. Gosh, they remind me of the Marauders!

Quote:

“Come on Teddy, come and meet a friend of mine…”

Remus took his son outside to look at the constellation of Sirius.

Awwwwwww!

I'm still catching up, currently on chapter six, but thought I might as well comment now.

Really, really nice, m'dear. *goes back to reading*

HannahLongbottom · 08-10-2009, 04:14 AM

D.A. Forever, thank you! You pointed out the little things that I hoped people were picking up on. I edit each one about three times to make sure that it isn't too obvious.

I'm also referencing my own drabbles about Remus. That's where the constellation bit came from (number 92). I liked some of those ideas so much that I used them again. Either that or I'm lazy, you choose.

I'm sorry I made you tear up, but sort of glad too. I'm just finishing the last part of Six, which some will like and others won't.