remus lupin

remus lupin. 41. new order. 1/4 marauders. writer

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mcorner​:

Much like most of Michael’s decisions, this one had been spur of the moment. He knew something was fucking up. Not with the spree of deaths (Murders. Call them what they fucking were.) Or the stupid fucking shows of grieving the Ministry was trying to shove up their arses. No. Something bigger was happening and no one would be honest about it. His friends and Lisa kipped off to secret meetings, stopped talking when he entered the room, and Tony was somehow putting himself in the line of fire. It only took a few times of hearing their former professor’s name muttered to put the pieces together. So he found himself outside of Professor Lupin’s door, knocking aggressively, after running off under the guise of an errand. “Professor! I didn’t write. You got a minute or you too busy patching your sweaters or drinking tea or some shit?” Restless, his hands came up to brace the doorway of the older man’s home as he leaned in and spoke in a lower volume. “I gotta know what the fuck is going on. Please.”

There was a lot going on and it was familiar but it felt like the intense swelling pain all over again. Remus should have predicted something like this but every time he wanted to talk, nothing came out. He knew he needed to hide himself away before he destroyed everything in his past like last time. The Redeemers would get what was coming to them soon but until then, they needed a plan. Not one with holes or corners that could be cut, but a ruthless plan to match the wits of them. Remus had doubted their intentions and that had been his first mistake. Perhaps he had been too confident in those he relied on.

A brutal knock came from the door and he approached it, wand near his side but he was caught off guard to see Michael Corner. A former student he didn’t know would appear at his door anytime. “Mister Corner, what are you doing? Are you alright?” he asked, his voice dripping in concern and confusion. “What are you talking about? Michael?”

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georgeweasley-arc​:

He wasn’t exactly sure how he’d found himself so close to the older mans home. Had he apparated there? Flown? well he didn’t have his broom so that was a now. Either way when he realized that he was by Remus’ place, he figured he’d stop by. Though there was no guarantee that he’d be home. But it was worth a shot and he didn’t want to find himself anywhere near the memoriums. 

“Oh um-” He stuttered. “Sorry about that. Honestly I didn’t really expect to end up here. Can I come in?” George asked. 

The dark corners of his Welsh home built the exact tall walls that he needed at the moment. Remus wanted to be far from the New Order, The Ministry, and all the tragedy that would follow in the wretched papers of the Daily Prophet. Remus mourned the loss of a good leader, a good friend, and someone he had trusted for so many years. Remus forged to not let this pain last as he knew that Kingsley wouldn’t want that. His head hung heavy as he sat on the couch staring at the wall until he heard a knock on the door. 

“Where else would I be, George?” he asked solemly, opening the door wider for the Weasley boy to enter. “Of course. You’re always welcome here. Was there anything you needed?...Could I get you something?”

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where: wales; remus’ place status: open to anyone

the last time he was this surprised by the turn of events, remus had been just as blinded as he was now. it was easy to put his trust in the hands of someone with the potential like kingsley and to have it be taken away so effortlessly felt like a vicious blow. kingsley was a dear friend of his and had been for so many years. they had been fighting for so long and fighting against the same challenge. the days after went by slowly, feeling like he was watching the paint dry on a wall. none of this surfaced when he was around teddy, but eventually he took him to andromeda’s until he felt better himself. 

there was a knock on the door and remus answered, approaching the door slowly. he had not been expecting visitors and he felt for his wand in the back pocket. “you,” he breathed in, still not fazed by the visitor. “i didn’t receive an owl...what did you need?”

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irenerosier​:

If she truly wanted to, Irene knew that she could ruin this man’s life with the information that she held in her hand. She knew that his secret was kept so tightly under wraps for a reason. Irene wasn’t afraid of anything. She didn’t have any secrets that anyone knew. If anything came out, she had no qualms about settling the matter. Just like she’d done with the poisoning of little Wade Avery’s girlfriend. She was untouchable. Remus Lupin, however, was not as fortunate. 

“You didn’t have to say it, Mister Lupin,” Irene replied with a Cheshire cat-like smile. His reaction was enough for her to know. Besides the fact that she trusted the source that she’d gotten it from. The blonde leaned back in her seat, crossing one leg over the other as she looked around the room. “I apologize, but I simply cannot give up my source. It would show my hand and I’m not ready to do that just yet,” Irene spoke lowly, her gaze centered back upon Lupin. “I merely wanted to know whether or not it was true.” 

It wasn’t the first time he was intimidated by someone based on this knowledge and had learned to be a closed off person about it. It couldn’t be worse than Fenrir or his father or the Magical Creatures department that seemed obsessed with eliminating his kind during the second war. Remus leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms in observation of Irene. Either it was a bluff or it wasn’t, but he didn’t want to settle for just a possibility. 

“I haven’t said much, just as much as you haven’t,” he replied in an almost polite tone. The scars on his face were light but should have been enough of a sign or the ones that were faded on his arms hidden beneath the coat. “If it is not from the records in the Magical Creatures Department then we perhaps have a problem on our hand. I have neither agreed or disagreed, but it is illegal for you to have information about a person regardless.”

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arthur-percivalweasley​:

“Percy once swore in front of my favorite aunt. He was three at the time.” Arthur said, laughing at the memory. When it had happened it had practically take years off of Arthur’s life. The look on his aunt’s face would be frozen in his mind forever, paired with Percy’s complete and utter innocence.

“I’ll admit, Molly did most of the hard work of parenting. She’s a true saint, and I can’t imagine life without her. I worked a lot, but when I wasn’t working I just tried to spend every second with them that I could. Every day was new and different, and I’m certain the twins gave me a meltdown a week during their toddler years. The nice thing of having seven kids is the older children can lend a hand. That helped.”

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Remus chuckled at the thought of someone so disciplined like Percy being obnoxious when he was younger. “I’m sure that will happen soon. I have to watch what I say around him...besides just curse words.” There were times Remus would murmur to himself about something distressing and Teddy would echo it back. One time Remus had said the Ministry was full of bumbling idiots and Remus told Teddy not to repeat that to anyone. 

“I thought it would be hard to parent Teddy...it’s slightly harder doing it alone. I think it’s too late for me to find my own Molly,” he said with a dark chuckle. “You’re lucky. I’m happy to have Teddy of course...it won’t be too long before I have to tell him the trials of war which...I don’t know if any child should hear that.”

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lav-brown​:

Lavender shrugged, trying her best to give Remus a smile. “It was okay. My grandparents aren’t really okay with everything so this year was not an option. I didn’t want to stop my family from going to see them so it was just me. We celebrated when they got back, sure. But I just…miss how it was before.” She wasn’t really thrilled with what happened but there was nothing she could do. “How’s Teddy?” 

Anytime Lavender trusted him with information like this, it only reminded him of his own dark days. It was understandable what she was going through and he only nodded. “If you need anything...anything at all, please don’t hesitate to ask, alright? Family can be hard, especially around the holidays but you shouldn’t need be alone.” He added a small smile of reassurance. “Teddy is good. Getting more spoiled by the day, I’m sure.”

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siriushqs​:

“Alone? I’m never alone Remus- in fact, if anything getting rid of him would be a break,” he looked over at his friend with a grin, though the man was right, he’d grown so used to being alone. Even when he was younger, he wasn’t physically alone, but amongst his family he had felt it, and somehow, actually being alone in Azkaban still hadn’t been as bad as his childhood had been. 

“And as you can see, I’m fine,” he took a sip from his glass and then outstretched his arms. It wasn’t often that Sirius found himself alone inside Grimmauld Place anymore, he tried to stay out for as long as he could. He’d spent too many years forced to stay here, so now he was taking every opportunity he had to get away. “Ah, so that’s the real reason you’re here, to escape yourself. That’s all you needed to say, Remus, I would happily accepted your company had I known.”

“Kreacher doesn’t really count as company. Perhaps going out to a pub or...getting out in general would be beneficial. Even opening up a curtain,” he suggested with a teasing beat in his words. The place had not changed for the many years and it seemed almost respectfully spiteful that it was being used as the headquarters for the Order and then now the New Order from its orgin. 

“I guess I’ll take you word for it,” Remus said simply, nodding but not quite believing his friend was fine. No one could be perfectly fine right now. He sighed and his fingers danced across his coat and played idly at a loose string. “To escape in general...there’s a lot going on. Sometimes I need to take a moment and not be around Teddy...he’s started to ask questions and I’m not sure how truthful I can be. I barely know what the hell is going on these days...”

[remuslupin-arc]

location: diagon alley status: open!

after the holiday rush, the narrow street of shops looks nearly abandoned and different. remus had thought of getting out of his house for the day with teddy as it was the weekend and he needed some distraction instead of being in the house. there was a stack of papers and books he still needed to go through, but that could be saved for another day. it was fine to postpone his work if he actually knew he would return to it. he held teddy’s hand in his, walking along the street and glancing at the shops. teddy had insisted on going to the weasley joke shop and remus had complied but now a quack kept coming from the shoes that teddy now wore that were slowly getting more annoying and making remus irritable. he suggested taking a break to get off their feet and also so remus could stop hearing that insistent sound. 

“uh, one please,” he said when someone came over with water and gave it to teddy. the tiredness seemed to pull at him once he sat down and his face fell for a moment, knowing he had his hands tied. teddy asked for a slice of pie and remus knew how much money he had and didn’t have, knowing he would have payments due by the end of the month. “not today, alright? we can do something at home later.” the assurance didn’t seem to diffuse teddy’s need for pie and pouted. there were days that being a father was hard and he knew that it was made harder with a war going on and not being to tell teddy everything he could. “one then...” remus caved in and walked to the front. “sorry, i dont mean to bother you but would you-do you think you could cut some pie out? i dont have the money on me now but i promise to pay you back.”

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irenerosier​:

Irene liked the fact that she could intimidate people when they least expected it. Her dueling skills were unmatched and most didn’t suspect anything. She was a woman. Weak. Easily spoken over. Her father had assumed the same thing. He was wrong. There were times, however, when she used that to her advantage. When she pretended that she was innocent and that she would never harm a fly. The expression was on her face now despite the secret that she knew. Remus had no idea what he was in for. 

“Mm, so it is true,” Irene murmured as she observed his reaction. She trusted Fenrir, but she also kept him at arms length. He wasn’t the most reliable. He looked out for himself which she respected because she did the same. She smiled at Remus, before quirking a brow, “Wouldn’t you like to know?” 

Remus had not been in this situation that many times, but even once was enough for him to recognize the chill that went down his spine. They were both in public and he knew any word or action could be used against him. If he under reacted, what she was saying was true and if he overreacted it would look like he was lying. Remus wondered how this woman even knew about him and knew that it was possibly through illegal means. Anything about him was under strict security. 

“I didn’t say that,” Remus said slowly with clarity, hoping to find a balance in the conversation before it was taken from him. “I would as it pretrains to my information. Regardless if it’s true or not, Miss Rosier, I assure you that whatever step you take next will have many witnesses.” Remus spared a glance around them at the open display they were at. They both shouldn’t be acting so carelessly but Remus reminded her of it vaguely. “Now, what is it you wish to talk about?”

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lav-brown​:

@remuslupin-arc​

“There really should be a rule against a full moon being close to holidays,” she said with a smile, sitting down next to Remus. “It’s bad enough having to deal with so many people. But adding the stress? That’s just not fair.” Lavender gave Remus another smile before taking a sip of her water. “How were your holidays? Enjoyable? Fun? Actually jolly?” 

“Unfortunately, it does happen. Does take the festive spirit out a little bit,” Remus agreed, thinking that he was bit on his own birthday many years ago. The anniversary of the worst day fell on a day most people celebrated. It seemed a wicked twist of fate. “Holidays were fine and yes, very fun indeed. Were you able to enjoy yourself as well?”

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siriushqs​:

Somehow, after the second wizarding war, Sirius still found himself at Grimmauld Place. He came up with excuse after excuse as to why he wasn’t getting rid of it, first because of the permanent fixture of his mothers portrait, next because it might come in handy to the New Order again, and then anything else he could think of, but in truth, he just couldn’t part with it. It was a link to his old life, a reminder of what he had to be grateful for, what he had conquered. Sirius owned another place, but he often found himself at Grimmauld for the sake of being around if the Order needed it. 

“Shocking, isn’t it,” he looked up from his whiskey, turning in his seat to look at the other. “He’s about, but he’s useless. I really should give him a sock one of these days, would save us both some time.” Sirius took a sip from his glass, shoving the bottle in Remus’ direction. “What’s the reason that you’re blessing me with your presence this time Remus, here to comment on the state of the place again?” 

It seemed a common thread to be in Grimmauld Place and had seen it change over the years as everything else had. Since the second war, Remus had been trying to keep a low profile as there were many effects and changes. It had only been in the last few years that he was beginning his connection with Sirius again. It was maybe in the last couple of years that he had actually started to trust Sirius in a way that was more personal. After Tonks, he felt a mourning period and it was a silent one. He wasn’t sure how best to isolate himself but with Sirius around, he was reminded he didn’t have to do anything alone. 

“And then you would be alone and what’s the fun in that?” he asked with a lilt of humor. It seemed that most conversations were aided in alcohol lately, something that he wasn’t put out by. “Wellness check if you will.” Remus slipped into the chair and poured himself a drink. “I wanted to see how you are doing...it seems doing enough...And I came to get away from my place for a little bit.”

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gabriellexdelacour​:

“Do you theenk he’d mind if I wrote him when e’s at school?” Gabi asked. She never knew quite what the boundaries were with other people’s children. Of course she would write Vic once she left for school, whichever one she went to, but maybe Teddy wouldn’t want that.

“She talks of ‘im often, I theenk ‘e is one of ‘er favorite friends.” Some of Vic’s other favorite friends weren’t real but Gabi wouldn’t ruin that for her niece. Lord knows she’d had plenty of imaginary friends as a child, to fill the gaps that Fleur left while at school.

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“Oh, not at all. I’m sure he would be delighted to receive a letter form you,” Remus replied, hoping that Teddy was spoiled with letters while he was at Hogwarts. There were so many people that loved him and Remus was grateful for those who surrounded him in it. Remus knew that it seemed subtle but it meant more to him than he could name. 

“I think that is very cute,” he commented in delight. It was good that Victoire was his age and that the two got on so well. Remus had extreme respect for Bill and Fleur. The two had meant a lot to Tonks and meant a lot to him in m any ways over the last couple of years. “I’m sure he won’t have trouble making friends.”

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irenerosier​:

@remuslupin-arc​

Before Fenrir Greyback had been thrown into Azkaban, he’d gifted her with some information that Irene had kept close to her chest. It was something that wasn’t public knowledge. A secret. She liked secrets. They were fun to expose, especially when someone’s biggest fear was others knowing about the secret. Of course, they were also useful when held over someone else’s head. Taunting them with the knowledge to see what they’d do that could benefit her. When it came to Remus Lupin, she decided to do the latter. She’d see what she could get from him first before threatening to leak the secret. 

Spotting him at a table within the Leaky Cauldron, Irene didn’t hesitate to sit down across from him, a small smile on her lips. “Evening, Mister Lupin. How are you feeling this evening?” She dragged a finger across the table, her eyes on him the entire time. Then lowly, she murmured, “Full moon’s coming up, isn’t it?” 

Remus had made arrangements for Teddy to be at Andromeda’s before giving himself the day to go over a few notes from a book. It was sometimes hard to focus at home but clarity always gave him the opportunity to look at things with a fresh perspective. The house was cluttered with children’s toys and games and Remus’ own work and books. It was nice to be in public with the subtle murmur of words that aided in some distraction but not too much. He didn’t pay too much mind to a blur of a woman approaching him. “Rosier-” he began in greeting, his words stumbling when he realized what she meant. His face hardened in expression and regarded her. 

There was no reason for Irene to know anything. The documents in the creature’s department was under strict security that was only seen by people with high clearance. Remus curled his hand around the quill harder, suddenly realizing the ink was dripping onto the paper and staining over his work. “And how did you come by this...information?” he asked vaguely enough for no one around them to overhear, returning to his work to keep some of a distraction to himself and perhaps as a coup to others. 

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booksandcleverness-arc​:

Hermione just wanted days to run smoothly. When she’d first joined the department it had been an entire mess and a half, she’d managed to get some sort of order to it, which helped in the long run, but day to day she was still running around like a madwoman. She’d owled Remus for his advice regarding a campaign she was running but of course, something had thrown a spanner in the works.

She looked up as she heard her door open “Professor Lupin!” she smiled through her frantic movements “Uh, thanks Ralph, I’ll be out in a bit to help some more after this meeting.” she said to her co-worker as she ushered them out of her office. She took a moment, leaning against her closed door, took a breath, and brushed her hair out of her face before tying it up out of the way. “It is a bit of a madhouse, I’m so sorry.” she let out a nervous laugh. “A breakout of cornish pixies nearby Hogsmede, been driving people mad. Which means a little disaster I hadn’t expected for the day.” Hermione explained as she walked back to her desk and sat down. “Thats not why I owled though. I’m trying to gather information for a new campaign. One to bring easier medical access to those with Lycanthropy. For whatever reason it may be. I just wanted to know- if it’s not too intrusive of me to ask, if there was a system in place, would it be more helpful?”

The office seemed to have change over the years, not just in physical appearance but because of the reluctant acceptance it posed. It was because of people like Hermione that allowed that change to happen and force people to listen. It seemed like a fruitful attempt when Remus was her age, trying to make people listen was about as hard as explaining what happened on a full moon to them. 

“Afternoon,” he replied gently, ignoring to correct her use of professor. It had been years since he was a professor and some people still referred to him as such. He had stopped seeing it as something that needed to be corrected because they said it out of respect. “That does sound like a busy time. Hopefully the best people were sent out. You seem to be handling it very well or as well as anyone can,” he assured. His gaze fell when she brought up lycanthropy, but he had already expected it and didn’t say much until she was finished. “I...I believe if there was more investment placed on making wolfsbane and then less measures placed on the brewing of it, it would be more beneficial the next morning...it’s still a new practice that hasn’t really been invested in too much. The side effects are still...well-overwhelming to say the least.”

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viktcrskrum​:

Viktor was digging through a pile of books stacked in a corner of the bookshop, trying to decipher if any of the titles were useful to him. It had been a while since he’d had the interest in reading, most of his time being taken up by quidditch and trying to make sure he saw acquaintances enough so they didn’t forget about him. However with his recent month off in Bulgaria he’d come to the realization that he didn’t have much of a life outside of quidditch, and that perhaps he had gotten a little rusty on his general knowledge of other topics. At one point he’d been chosen as the best in his school but since then he hadn’t had much practice in applying any of his knowledge besides the regular spells that governed his life. It would be good to get out and practice again.

In the stack he spotted a book about painting, using his wand to pick it out of the middle without the pile toppling over. It might be useful to learn more about Astoria and her hobby. Viktor flipped throguh the pages, skimming the passages when a person near him spoke. “They say that children grow up fast don’t they?” Viktor said, looking up breifly to stare at the child in question. “Vone blink and they’re adults.”

With Teddy being in the store and looking happy, Remus had to remind himself that there was some allowance to make new memories in replace of old ones. The store harbored poor memories but that shouldn’t stop him from agonizing over such a thing. It was a different time al though sometimes it didn’t feel like that. He hummed to himself as he watched his son turn and talk to other children. Teddy was much more outgoing than Remus was at his age, but that was because he was nestled too closely. He smiled at Viktor’s comment and nodded, releasing a small laugh at the idea of Teddy as an adult. “I can barely imagine him two years older much less twelve,” he replied, turning to Viktor at the book he was holding. “Looking for something in particular? I don’t work here but I used to. The shop must not have changed too much with placement of things.”

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gabriellexdelacour​:

Gabi liked Fleur’s friends from the Order. He and Sirius were cool! Not even like, old person cool, just cool. She had a feeling that they were something that Gigi would find them just as awesome. Plus, Teddy held a special place in her heart. Maybe he wasn’t her nephew officially but Gabi had maybe just decided he was unofficially.

“Oh, I ‘ope not! I would miss ‘im so terribly.” She said, watching as all the children sat with rapt attention. One day maybe she’d have kids too. First she just…. needed to find someone.

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The whole entire store was covered with decorations to fit the festive mood and Remus watched on with a happy smile as if he was sitting near the front as well. The children had their own sweets and hot chocolate, looking on as Teddy got his own and know that the sweet tooth might have been an inherited feature. 

“He’ll be at Hogwarts in a few years. Very insane to think about,” he commented at Gabrielle. “The years are especially slow but fast. He and Victoire are quite close you know. It’s good he has friends already.”

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arthur-percivalweasley​:

Arthur enjoyed babysitting. He’d liked the younger years of parenting and he’d missed out on quite a few of them just making sure they never went without anything. Teddy was a firecracker. No wonder Remus was always tired. Arthur could definitely remember that part of young children– always, always tired. So when Remus had fallen asleep on the couch, Arthur had simply herded Teddy into the other room and set the pair of them to decorating.

“Nonsense!” He said happily, waving off the protests. “This is what friends are for. Saving you some work, and you’ve grabbed a nap. I can’t even begin to tell you how many times Molly and I had our parents or friends over just so we could sleep for a few hours.”

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Remus had stirred awake to any almost empty and dim room and realized that must have meant he rested his eyes longer than he had thought. Immediately he was overcome with apolgoies for Arthur but at his friend’s reassurance he stopped. “I...well thank you, Arthur. I did need it but perhaps could have waited another hour,” he replied with a grateful smile, rubbing at his eyes. “How long ago did you take him upstairs?”

It had been the nights when he was just as tired as Teddy if not more, the whole week weighing on him. He usually tucked Teddy in and read a chapter of a book to him as he drifted off. “He’s getting older. Looking more like his mother every day, isn’t he?”