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Harry Potter and the Orgone Curse (aka my version of the Cursed Child) Synopsis

It took me four years (and a bunch of months of inactivity), but I think I finally can put my plot together in a coherent set of paragraphs. I haven’t completed any chapters yet, but now I know how everything goes. Baby steps! So, here it is... 

OH! This will also be on fanfiction.net when it’s ready to publish! 

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It’s 2014. Thanks to Hermione Granger, a respected witch in the Ministry of Magic’s Law Department and known activist, has finally made it legal for families with Muggleborn children to coexist in the Wizarding World. Now, she is embarking on a new project that involves giving magical creatures a platform to succeed in Wizarding society. Some people are rooting for this candidate for Minister, while others are worried that too much of a culture shock could send dangerous waves throughout the community. Not only are the people opposed to the idea, but also the magical creatures are starting an alliance. Hermione’s desperation to become Minister could cloud her better judgement and risk the lives of the community and her marriage.

It’s 2017. Harry Potter, the man who killed Voldemort, is now the Head of the Auror Department. His partners in training report a series of Voldemort Copy-Cat cases that the Wizengamot choose to ignore. This could be a serious threat to the world, and he suspects it might be an inside job. He, with the partnership of Hermione, go against the law and dig further into the case. Harry tries to balance work and family as he is framed for murder and treason.

Albus Severus, the second son of Harry and Ginny Potter, is starting his first year at Hogwarts. He, along with his cousin Rose, embark on a new phase in their lives by keeping up their family traditions. However, Albus feels differently about the choices he wants to make. He finds solace in his friendship with Scorpius Malfoy, who is already considered different by default. Albus desperately wants to be his own person, not Harry Potter’s progeny. At the same time, he wants his father to be proud of his accomplishments as he finds any way to prove his magical ability and individuality.

Scorpius Malfoy, son of ostracized Death Eater, Draco Malfoy, and bedridden beauty, Astoria, has lived a sheltered life. His family hold no secrets from each other, as they are the only people they have. Scorpius is used to the looks his family gets in public; he reads the rumors in the papers. As his mother lays in her deathbed, she gives him advice to rid off the people who believe rumors. “Keep close those who will listen, and do away with the rest.” Hogwarts is a new beginning for Scorpius, as he has given himself the task of restoring the Malfoy name.

[yoonminist]

yoonmin and um royalty au?? Jimin or Yoongi being royalty (up to you!) and the other is a servant or knight?? Thanks, love your blog btw 💕 (Also if it's okay with you, can I send more?? It's fine of this is a one time thing)

for au prompt: yoonmin + prince and his servant au

1. au wherein prince jimin who’s been presented with nothing but potential matches for the past few months finally falls in love when he’s at a ball being thrown for him for that very reason. he spots a guy lurking in the corner and immediately drops what he’s doing to go and talk to him; said guy is unusually formal and shy (it’s not a bad thing) but jimin’s intrigued and makes the effort to get him to open up to see what they have in common–the guy, yoongi, reluctantly agrees to talk to him but with the condition that they get away from the ball, and jimin’s more than happy to oblige and sneak away with him. after a night full of fun and conversation and jimin teaching yoongi how to slow dance with him in the moonlight, jimin’s called back inside for more princely duties, but only leaves after finding out where yoongi’s from (and giving him a surprise good night kiss along with a promise that they’ll meet again). jimin immediately tells his parents that he wants to marry the prince from yoongi’s region, but it’s only after he’s engaged and in said region a few weeks later for the wedding to somebody who definitely isn’t yoongi, that he finds out yoongi was only the servant who accompanied this prince to jimin’s ball. so he spends the next few weeks trying to get himself out of this situation as cleanly as he possibly can, all the while secretly meeting up with yoongi whenever he has time away from his surprise fiance.

2. au wherein yoongi’s finally fed up with his princely duties and having to meet new suitors and one evening runs away to his best friend and recently-crowned king kim seokjin’s palace. he finds out a few days later that his head servant’s son and servant-in-training himself, park jimin, who he’s never really spoken to before, had followed him all the way there and wants to take him home before anybody really notices so after much discussion with seokjin, yoongi finally agrees to leave with him. they don’t talk to each other at first, yoongi isn’t a very conversational person and jimin seems pretty timid (he’s not allowed to speak until yoongi initiates conversation anyway) so it’s pretty silent for the first few hours until they stop in their way to eat lunch and end up getting robbed of their horses, their food and their gold, leaving them with practically nothing and no way to get home other than walking the whole way. and that’s where yoongi’s complaining and jimin’s biting back begins:

(‘it’s all your fault we were robbed’ 

‘you shouldn’t have run away in the first place!’ 

‘did i ask you to come and take me home? should you be talking back to a prince anyway, park?’ 

‘sorry your highness but shouldn’t you be wearing a crown then?’ 

‘yes but because of you, it was stolen!’).

the bickering only gets worse with having to walk the whole way and search for food and water, but when they aren’t arguing yoongi finds that jimin’s fun to talk to, and that he might not be the best with food (thankfully yoongi is) but he’s considerate even when he doesn’t have to be, offering to carry yoongi some of the way and look after him while he sleeps. and yoongi thinks jimin might like him too when the latter almost kisses him goodnight one evening but pulls away at the last minute. 

(’do what you were about to do just now. kiss me.’ 

‘i wasn’t–i’m sorry your highness i–’ 

‘of all the times to finally treat me like a prince, park jimin, i swear–’) 

yoongi ends up making the first move.

send a pairing + concept for an au prompt ✨

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https://www.paypal.me/LittleLauren // Please any help, a dollar, anything so I can get my princess the care she needs, any support is beautiful. Thank you. Luna pupper loves you !

[childrenoflilithseries]

So tomorrow is Father's day, but as many of you know (and probably a lot don't know) I didn't grow up knowing my father. What I did have instead was an uncle who encouraged my weirdness, and possibly is the root cause of a lot of it. Who tried to scare me as a kid by letting me watch Dracula and The Wolfman only to realize he'd given me a new obsession (I pretended to be a werewolf for the next straight month. Being 6 was great). He seemed to delight in feeding me sugar and caffeine, shaking me up, and sending me home for my mom to deal with and I really enjoyed it, so win-win. I get my beer and whiskey tastes from him too, and so far that's made me very popular at parties and given me something to write about in my own column for a paper back in NC. Here he is, exhausted and giving 4 year old me a bath. Probably not his ideal start to the day but that smug look on my face indicates I must have thought the whole thing was hilarious. What a champ. Happy Not Father's Day to this guy. I hope one day I'm as good of a story teller as him. Cheers, Dallas, I know you're drinking somewhere 🍻 #FathersDay #NotFathersDay #unclesarethebest #LittleLauren #flashback

[backtothestart23]

We're going to Disney, Chloe. 😂😂😂@kauaigirl13 #littlelauren #dying #thatsmygirl

[artfullynerdy]

#TBT to little Lauren, probably in between viewings of Barney 💚💜💚 #LittleLauren

[thathpheadcanongirl]

How Audrey Might Have Met Percy...

OF MAGIC AND COFFEE  by LittleLauren

"You can't just run away, Jude!" Audrey scolded her sister. She knew she was eating the teen's ear off, but this was the fifth time this has happened this month alone. "I'm far too busy for your antics. And I can't have you lounging about in my dorm room, when I have work."

"Slow down, will you!" Jude called out, holding onto Audrey's car dashboard.

She was driving rather recklessly, but Audrey had to get to work on time. She just had to.

"If you cost me my job, I swear…" Audrey muttered, swerving here and there through traffic.

"You could spare one of them," Jude complained. "You never come round anymore."

Audrey rolled her eyes and sighed as they pulled into her old street. She stopped the car right before she reached their parents' house. "When you're my age, you'll understand. Besides, you should be going to college. You have revision, yeah?"

Jude picked at her nails, and she mumbled a, "Yeah…"

Audrey reached over to inspect her sister's hair, to which she had dyed red blotchy streaks in her blond hair. "Do Mum and Dad know about this?"

Jude gave Audrey a guilty look, causing the older sister to tisk at the younger sister. "Judith Miranda Lee Tilly …"

"It's not a cry for help or anything!" her sister reasoned. "I saw Christina Aguilera have this exact thing in Teen Magazine!"

Audrey adjusted her rear view mirror, and sighed again. "You know Mum is going to blame me when she sees you, and I don't need that."

"'M sorry, Audrey," Jude mumbled.

As much as Jude running away was a huge inconvenience, Audrey really just wanted the best for her. She did not have enough money to move her out of their parents' crazy, "carnie act" household. She knew Jude didn't enjoy being part of The Topsy Tilly Magic Act just like Audrey. She could go her whole life without being a magician's assistant ever again, especially with her self-centered, delusional parents. When Audrey was younger, they'd spend so much money on the latest illusionist equipment and costumes that they'd forget to pay the utility bill. It got really bad when Jude was born and Audrey would run away to hustle her little magic tricks on the street for money to buy food. Although it sounded like a terrible childhood, she would not have learned to work for her aspirations. She was proud to say that she singlehandedly funded her way to University through scholarships and balancing 3 jobs. She believed it gave her character and independence. She chose to ignore the fact that her parents didn't seem to care about her academic endeavors.

"I'll make a deal with you," Audrey gave in. "If you keep up your grades this term, you can visit me after exams. Because I miss you too."

That brightened Jude's mood. She smiled, and hugged Audrey from the other side of the car. "Love you, Bug," she muffled.

Audrey rolled her eyes at her old nickname. "Love you, Beetle," she reciprocated. "Now, get out before the neighbors tell Mum and Dad that I was spotted!"

Despite not wanting to be seen, Audrey watched her sixteen-year-old sister run back home. She disappeared around their hedge. No doubt, a minute later, Jude would be in her pajamas, red dye taken out of her hair, black eye liner cleaned off her face, and in bed for their mother to "wake her up". That was Jude's specialty; she was the family's disappearing act. It's a wonder their parents didn't catch on.

She glanced at the time. "Shit!" She was definitely going to be late for her shift at the coffee shop this morning. She quickly debated whether or not she could make it without stopping for gas. Deciding against it, she fled down the highways. She prayed that her boss would cut her some slack…

"Shit…" she muttered again, noticing all of the good parking spots were already taken. The only spot she could find was a two-hour parking limit. She could afford to pay the fine, but she definitely couldn't afford to lose this job. "God, forgive me," she whispered as she parallel parked.

She ran into the coffee shop, quickly wrapping her apron around her and putting up her dark blonde hair. She breezed passed her co-workers to go behind the counter.

Just as she was about to take someone's order, "Tilly!" came a rough voice from behind her.

She winced. "One moment," she smiled at the customer. She turned around and already had a story ready. "I'm really sorry, Mr. Minchin. My sister ran away from home, and-"

"My office, now," he said, beckoning her to the back room in the kitchen.

She hung her head as she followed. This was the longest job she's had, but with her terrible schedule, she knew Mr. Minchin was just waiting to let her go.

"Sit," he commanded. He looked at her from the other side of his small desk.

"I'm really sorry, sir," she tried again. "It won't-"

"-Happen again?" he finished for her. He chuckled in spite of the situation. "How many times have I heard those exact words come out of your mouth?"

Audrey slumped.

Mr. Minchin considered her for a moment. "You're a good worker, Tilly. One of the best. But your tardiness overshadows that." He bent down and whispered, "And the terrible workers have to pick up your slack before they even have a chance to pick up their own."

She couldn't help but look guilty.

"I run a business here, and I can't afford to have you coming in whenever you're good and ready." Before Audrey could retort, he raised his hand. "I'm sorry, Audrey."

"Can't I at least finish out the day?" she pleaded quietly. "I'm here, aren't I?"

Mr. Minchin scratched his beard in thought. "Very well, but I need you to hand in your apron tonight," he said somberly.

Audrey worked the floor like she's never worked before. She took as many orders as she possibly could, well beyond the number of the slackers currently employed. She had a sliver of hope that Mr. Minchin would see how diligently she worked, with no break, and would take back her being fired. But, at the end of her shift, she just took her slender portion of tips, and handed in her apron.

"I wish the best of luck for you," Mr. Minchin told her as she went on her way.

She wouldn't be sad if she never stepped into that dying establishment again anyway. It was just slowing her down for a job that aided to her talents.

She counted her tips grimly as she trekked back to her car. "Bollocks!" she swore, when she noticed a parking ticket on her windshield. She knew her earnings for her last day at the coffee shop was all for naught, knowing that she literally worked to pay off a ticket.

She lowered her head, knowing what she had to do. "I'm going to hate myself…" she muttered, swiping the ticket off of her car. Her body and soul was screaming at her to just go home and see if she could knick some food from one of her roommates. But she was a proud and stubborn young woman. She got into this mess, she could get herself out.

Parking in a narrow alleyway, she hoisted a small table and a decent sized bag out of her trunk. She thought her days of hustling were over, but people seemed to like getting cheated out of their money for a cheap thrill.

"Step right up!" she called, intricately shuffling her deck of cards. "Do you have what it takes to win twenty quid? All you have to do is follow your card. It's as easy as one, two, three!"

"Mummy, Mummy!" cried a little boy. "Look at the lady with the cards!"

Jackpot.

"How about you, handsome?" she said with a winning smile. "How would you like to have twenty pounds in your pocket?"

"I could get the new Sonic game!" His eyes glistened with wonder.

"You can buy much more than that," she lied. She placed three cards on the table.

"No, Kevin," the boy's mother tried to pull him away. "It's a scam."

"Come on, Mummy!" the boy whined, tugging onto her purse.

"Yeah, come on, Mummy!" Audrey joked. "Just one little game?"

Her charming smile won the tired woman over. "Alright, but just one game."

Audrey played them like a fiddle! Pretty soon, a crowd surrounded them, joining in the fun of the game. She'd bet the twenty, but she knew he wouldn't get it the first time. Then she'd make it easier, lessening the price. Once he thought he was on a roll, his mother would bet in that she could guess because it was a "simple game". This is when the public started to get involved. Once they raised the bet it fifty pounds, double or nothing, that's when she'd change out the cards. That way, the odds will be in her favor, no matter what.

Just as she was shuffling the cards on the table, readying the card up her sleeve, she heard a cheer from the other side of the street. Everyone turned around, except the boy, who was concentrating hard on Audrey's shuffling.

There, across the street, were two red headed young men, also hustling… in her territory.

"Mummy! My card is in her sleeve!" he yelled, pointing grandly. "It's in her sleeve!"

She expertly slid the card from out of her sleeve and into the deck before anyone else could accuse her of cheating. "I assure you all, there is absolutely nothing up my sleeve," she said swiftly, but panicking inside. She exposed her now bare sleeves and continued on with the game.

Slowly, her crowd dwindled and found its way across the street. Even the boy and his mother seemed bored with her game. To stop him from whining, she let them go with half of her tips from the coffee shop. She was intrigued too.

From the lack of business on her side of the street, she decided to scrutinize her competition. She had seen the one before, but with his twin. The two were so jovial and charming. Their illusions seemed so flawless, and yet, she could never figure out how they had such success in hiding their secrets. This time, there was only one of the twins. His eyes were sunken in, he wore the ghost of a smile, he hunched his shoulders, and, most grotesquely, he was missing an ear. He was accompanied by another man, although he could have also been another brother. This man had curly red hair, horn-rimmed glasses, and a slight clumsiness about him. He definitely did not have the charm the other brother had.

Soon, she found herself part of the crowd. For the life of her, she could not understand how their tricks were working. She even went up when the curly-haired one asked for a volunteer to get a better look (the earless one was behind him, hands in his pockets, seemingly uninvolved). She could tell that the curly-haired one was so nervous and fumbling all over the place. He had her take part in the ball-in-cup trick. He showed her which cup he put the ball under, shuffled up the up-turned cups, and asked her to pick the correct cup. She knew this simple trick up and back: whatever cup she picked, would be wrong.

"It's in your hand," she said, folding her arms and looking rather pompous.

He smiled, and said, "Thinking outside the box, eh? Well, as you can see, the ball is nowhere on my person." He showed his palms, sleeves, and pockets.

She indicated to the cups, but the ball was not underneath those either. "Where is it then?"

"Why don't you check your own pockets, then?"

She could not believe it! Her pockets and sleeves began to overflowing with little Ping-Pong balls. She was absolutely flabbergasted and enraged as the crowd laughed and cheered. She stomped back to her station and watched the rest of their act from afar.

Figuring that it was useless trying to scrounge for another hustle, she turned in. She arrived back in her dorm room.

"You're home early," said Dawn, one of her roommates. She sat by their small television as she studied.

Audrey plopped down next to her friend. "I had a bad day," she admitted simply, mindlessly changing the channel.

Dawn glanced up from her notes, and declared, "I'm thinking Chinese. How about you?"

Audrey sighed. "I didn't make enough tonight."

"It's on me, love," her friend smiled.

And as she ate her dinner, she racked her brain for every possible explanation as to how the brothers were doing those tricks. It simply did not make sense.

Audrey took pride in knowing that she would always succeed academically in school. She had the very sensible goal of becoming a secondary school Literature teacher. But top marks didn't excuse her lack of income, and another flexible job was difficult to come by. So, she had nothing else better to do than to hustle on her corner.

No matter what she tried, people ended up gravitating towards the red heads and their masterful tricks. She debated whether or not she should relocate, but she knew that this was the busiest street in London. She would be losing more money if she left. Plus, she wasn't one to give up. She was there first. She owned this turf.

She scrutinized the two over the next few days, and she could have sworn they were using some sort of slender remote in one hand, controlling most of their tricks.

She decided to confront the curly-haired one, since he seemed the most susceptible to interrogation. She waited until they were packing up for the day. But before she got a chance, she was interrupted by the earless one.

"I don't know, Percy," he called over his shoulder. "But I think we have a fan."

"I'm interested in your act is all," she said airily. "Maybe we could exchange some tricks. I mean, us illusionists have to stick together."

He made a face and laughed. "Yeah, okay. Did you know magic is real?"

"What?"

"George! Who's your friend?!" Percy interjected, knocking down a few items off of their small table.

"Audrey," she said, holding out her hand. Percy shook it, smiling. "I run my own stand down the street."

"Is that so?"

"I remember you!" George said. "You used to come by a few years ago. Back when Fr- when we… I was here."

Percy glanced at George, who began to sulk again.

"We should get going," Percy said quickly. Audrey saw him packing up everything in a briefcase that definitely looked too small to hold all of their equipment, and yet, he closed it with no problem. He grabbed the suitcase and table, and with his glasses slightly askew, said with a sparkle in his eyes, "Until we meet again, Audrey." She watched the pair turn a corner and disappear from sight.

And she did meet George and Percy again. She strategically placed her station closer to the brothers' territory. Her and Percy would have silent competitions to see who would get more attention. It was always a pretty close call, but the brothers would win at the very last minute every time. Audrey was getting frustrated, while Percy looked more and more pompous. But Audrey was not one to give up. She soon figured out how to do some of their tricks (or how she thought they were doing their tricks), which made both of their acts unoriginal.

After a rather uneventful day, Percy walked up to Audrey's stand. She was ready to fight back his teasing, but to her surprise, he put out a hand for her to shake.

"I really admire your drive, Audrey," he said, smiling. "I don't think you realize how much you helped out George." They both glanced over at the brothers' stand, and George was laughing and entertaining what little audience he had. "We've been dealing with a lot over the passed few months. And your persistence gave him a reason to continue what he likes to do best."

Audrey didn't have the courage to ask what happened to his twin, but she could already deduce that it would not be a happy conversation. "I'm glad to help." She started to pack up.

"You're not going now, are you?"

"I'm afraid so," she sighed. "You ran me out of business."

Percy's eyes widened. "I never meant to do that! I'm so sorry."

Audrey shrugged. "It's alright. It was bound to happen anyway. I can't make a living on street performing, that was my mistake."

"This- this was your entire income?"

"For now, yeah," she said. "I don't have much, but I get by."

They both looked at each other for a moment, and Percy's ears turned slightly red. "Do you like coffee?"

Any other time, she would have sworn off coffee altogether. She knew that if she said yes, then they'd go to the coffee shop she was fired from a few blocks away. Then again, she didn't think she'd pay much attention to the exasperated look of old Mr. Minchin. Audrey gave a half-smile. "I love coffee."

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[kennethandmars]

The photos that started it all. A beautiful little lauren with her little silo cup. Then enter Big Kenny.

The world is a beautiful place.

[amazinggraces-blog]

Just when I wonder why I'm so involved and love too much for my own good. I see this precious face and hear how much she loves her read headed friend. Yes she's stolen my heart once again #littleLauren #Iloveit #OpenHands

[yourssociallylc]

Party girl. #WhiteGirlWasted #LittleLauren #ILookTheSame #AmIFistPumping #ThatsWeird #TBT

[dreamswithfire]

#childhood #crying #littlelauren #disney #thelittlemermaid #iwanttobeariel

[laurenxxburpo]

#tbt to when I was cute! ♡ #hatgametoostrong #littlelauren #grandmashat #photogenicbaby

[bulletproofdoll]

"Look Michelle I'm you!" Lol little Lauren wearing my sweater. She is so funny!! #sillygirl #littlelauren

[thathpheadcanongirl]

A Pint and a Half (Remadora One-Shot)

"I invited dear Tonks to come along today," said Mrs. Weasley, setting down the carrots with unnecessary force and glaring at Fleur. "But she wouldn't come. Have you spoken to her lately, Remus?"

"No, I haven't been in contact with anybody very much," said Lupin. "But Tonks has her own family to go to, hasn't she?"

"Hmmm," said Mrs. Weasley. "Maybe. I got the impression she was planning on spending Christmas alone, actually."

She gave Lupin an annoyed look, as though it was his fault she was getting Fleur for a daughter-in-law instead of Tonks...

-HBP, Ch.16

Oh, how they lie through their teeth just to be passive-aggressive in mixed company!

Christmas Eve 1996

"Oh, please, stop by, dear," Molly implored, shoving a casserole in Tonks' hands. "We don't see you that much anymore. And I make a smashing cherry pie."

"Any other time," Tonks said half-heartedly. She chanced at a convincing smile. "I'll put a rain-check on the pie."

"But it's Christmas Eve!"

Tonks was not in the mood to shoot down the poor woman yet again. This had to have been at least the fifth time she had asked. It was her attempt at setting Tonks and Remus up to talk again. Little did Molly know that the troubled twosome has done just that already. Multiple times. And every time ended the same way. And Tonks was exhausted.

"I promised Mum and Dad that I'd be home for Christmas. Since I'm off-duty." She couldn't help but sound bitter for that last part.

It was true, after all. She didn't want Sirius' death to affect her job performance, but it had. And relying on Remus for comfort was the worst idea she's ever had, considering he'd just up and flee every time he thought he had "given into temptation" for far too long. Kingsley had made the decision to give her some time away from the office to get her mojo back, but she didn't expect to be indefinitely stationed in Hogsmeade to keep an eye on Harry for the Order. She thought she was wasting her talents, but she eventually came to the inevitable conclusion: Someone's got to do it.

Molly gave her a sympathetic smile and nodded. "Alright, then. Send your parents a Happy Christmas from me."

With a limp wave goodbye, Tonks turned and walked to the Burrow's barrier. She could feel Molly's eyes on her as she left, which made her hair go from mousey brown to its natural black. How she wished she could just blend in with her surroundings better; only then would she be able to think clearly. She had to deal with inquiries at home and did not need it at Order meetings.

She stopped at the barrier briefly. Her initial thought was to go home, but she wasn't ready for her mother's silent, curious gazes and her father distracting her with a game of Exploding Snap in an attempt to get in her head. For that, she needed a drink.

For the first time since she moved there, she took a stroll through Hogsmeade village. It was honestly really nice, considering the current political climate. There was live music and laughter coming from The Three Broomsticks, so she figured she'd check it out.

She sat down, got herself a hefty-sized pint and listened to the music with her eyes closed for a while. She drank in the sounds of the bar as well as her pint of ale. It's been a while since she just felt music. She missed it.

She opened her eyes and turned around to look at the band playing. But as she did so, she caught sight of Remus in a corner seat, hunched over and looking very sad. She turned back around quickly. Maybe he hadn't noticed her? Or maybe he had but was too afraid to say anything? Should she go up to him? What would she say to him? What if she went over there and couldn't say anything? But, it's been so long. It was fate. It had to be fate.

She downed her drink, which was really hard to do, considering it was a pint of ale. She paid the bartender, took a few breaths, and walked over to Remus.

"Wotcher," she said quietly.

He looked up, surprised, like he was seeing a ghost. "Dora! I didn't see you."

Tonks smiled. "I noticed." She sat across from him as awkward moments passed. "I just wanted to come over here and wish you a Happy Christmas."

"Happy Christmas."

They both smiled.

"Would you like a drink?" Remus said eagerly, waving down the bartender.

"This was a bad idea." She began to panic. This is how it always started: he'd lure her in with kindness and then he'd take it back and leave. "I'm sorry. I don't know why I came over here. I was being stupid." She motioned to get up.

"Dora." Remus grabbed her hand to stop her. "Just one drink. And when your done, you can leave."

She was about to cry, but composed herself. "Okay." The ball was in her court. She could manage this.

And they talked the whole night. Tonks told him about her post in Hogsmeade, that she was stationed to keep an eye on Harry. Remus told her about the underground packs and the Death Eaters he had to fend off.

"I'm just glad you're alright," she said. "You've been away for so long, I was afraid you… that you got hurt or something."

"Thought I was a goner a few times, but I'm still here. Fighting."

"That makes me feel loads better."

There was a brief pause. Staring down at his drink, Remus said, "I'm sorry, Dora."

"For what?" she snapped quietly. This wasn't the first time Remus randomly apologized to her.

"I don't know."

She put her hand over his on the table. "Then don't apologize."

He smiled sadly at their hands. "My stance hasn't changed." He took his hand back, and looked around. "It's dangerous for you to even be sitting here with me."

"Then why did you ask me to stay?"

"I'm weak," he whispered, ashamed.

She looked over her shoulder. Some people at the bar turned back around, as if they were watching them from afar. She narrowed her eyes at them, and then at Remus.

"You are a lot of things, Remus Lupin. But being weak is not one of them." She got up, and boldly kissed his cheek. "Happy Christmas."

She strode towards the bar, leaving Remus dumbstruck. She saluted the people who were staring at her and Remus previously, paid for her and Remus' drinks and walked out.

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