Yesterday, Remus decided that he will return to the cabin to transform once again, and Harriet will be transforming in the basement. I realise that it’s our only option, and yet I wish it wasn’t so.
Harriet is still recovering after giving birth, her emotional well-being is fragile, and she’ll be transforming someplace new- where she’ll pick up the scent of another female. Me.
Remus has undergone several awful, painful transformations without Wolfsbane. He’s tired, overworked, and stressed. I don’t like the thought of him being alone out there in that cabin. He could get hurt, Greyback could be watching him, he could break out and hurt someone, or hunters could-
I’m terrified for him. One of these times he’s not going to-
No. I mustn’t think of that.
On top of everything else, since I shot my mouth off in the argument with my Dad, I won’t let Ella can’t stay there tomorrow night when the moon is full. If I had any real fear, then I would send her away to Molly’s or Phoenix House for the night. I just don’t want her there in the morning. She worries. Maybe I’ll Owl Mum in the morning after Remus comes home and I could send Mum and Ellie to the park while I care for Remus and Harriet.
I know they’d take her in a heartbeat, but I don’t want to bother Harriet and Ginny either. The full moon has been completely bonkers lately- full of attacks from Werewolves and Death Eaters alike. And now that I found out at the last Order meeting that Ginny is pregnant (and I’m completely THRILLED for them- this is such a happy, HAPPY time) I just don’t think she needs the added stress.
With a heavy heart I walk down the street in Diagon Alley after a long day of work. Though he hasn’t been taking it, I’ve still been retrieving the potion so the Ministry isn’t suspicious. Surely Remus would be sacked and possibly sent to Azkaban for not using it.
I duck into the Apothecary and buy two doses of Wolfsbane, tucking it safely into my satchel before departing the shop. I loiter near the entrance and dig inside my bag for my money bag. I’m craving chips for diner and thought I’d buy some before I head home when I spot someone “familiar” approaching.
I tuck my money bag away, close my satchel, and narrow my eyes menacingly as this ‘woman’ approaches.
She beams when she notices me standing there- waiting, and sweeps her perfect hair away from her face.
“Why, if it isn’t Dora? How lovely to see you.”
I smile triumphantly- mentally noting to make a point to her a little later in the conversation.
“I’m fine, thank you,” I reply icily. “Picking up your potion?”
She pales, if only for a moment, but recovers quickly.
“Yes, how’s Remus? He shared with me that he’d been having troubles transforming. It’s something that I can understand that you never will.”
She smirked defiantly and arched one brow as if to dare me to counter her.
I can’t help but take the bait. “Remus and I understand each other better than you could possibly understand.” I don’t need to justify myself to her. Both Metamorphmagi and Werewolves are mistrusted. I would never pretend to assume our experiences were the same, but I’d like to think I know a little about how it feels to be looked down upon. “We love each other – and it’s not that jaded, one-sided love that you profess for him, and no matter what silly stunts you pull, you can’t make him love you.”
She crosses her arms across her chest and her eyes smolder with the desire to show me up. “We saw each other in London several days ago now, he kissed me.”
I snort and roll my eyes. I know she was hoping Remus hadn’t told me- that she could be the one. “Yes, I heard all about it. You ambushed him in the middle of the street!”
The increased volume of my voice causes a few shoppers to stare.
“You don’t know him like I do,” she returns, grasping at straws.
“I know that he loves me, and he knows I love him. We’re happy. We’re in love. We love one another, and we’d do anything for each other, and for our family.” I declare, as I feel the tears threatening. I instinctively and protectively let my hand rest on my stomach, which is showing the first signs of our baby. “I won’t let you tear us apart.”
Her chest heaves with breath as she stammers to say something in return.
“Stay- away- from- my- husband!” I say, pointing at her with each word. “Oh, and by the way, only Remus calls me Dora, it’s an intimate gesture between us, so the fact that he used that name in front of you- well, it should tell you everything you need to know now, shouldn’t it.”
I don’t wait for her remarks, I turn and walk away. Chips forgotten, I just want to get home to my family.