#themoonlightburns

Remus blinked as the words…and the hug…registered slowly in his head.  Dad?  Find something? His brain felt foggy and slow.  Why couldn’t he think straight…or remember how he’d gotten here?  Or who the young man calling him ‘dad’ was?  In fact…the last thing he remembered was fighting in the battle to protect Hogwarts.  Then…nothing.  “I…what’s happened?” he murmured, the confusion obvious on his face as he looked around trying to get a feel for his surroundings.

Maybe dad wasn’t the right term to start with. Teddy moved back to give him a little space to take in the rest of the room. They were in the infirmary. Madame Pomfrey had sent for him in Hufflepuff as soon as possible. She had also owled Harry, Ginny and his grandma. 

“Ah guten tag herr, was can I help you with?”

Cosette was with her partner, Remus Lupin as they were trying to conjure their patronus. Conjure a powerful happy memory. That was her issue. She had none. She had stalled as long as possible, watching Remus trying to conjure his patronus.

          *:･ﾟ✧ Tonks knew that Remus would not be expecting to see her here and that was half the fun of it. It had been months since she’d seen him, months since she’d heard from him, so of course she had been the one to volunteer to meet him. Snape had been wary but Tonks had made her case that she was more than capable for the job. No one else would have prepared such a warm greeting for him either, though Molly did help her quite a bit with the food and also knitting the jumper ( somehow she had made three arm holes ). It was two weeks since the last full moon and the night was nearly pitch black, all the better for a secret rendez-vous. She stood beneath an old oak tree outside of some muggle village, holding a picnic basket filled with meat pies, some iced cakes, a few books on loan from her father, and two new jumpers.

          “Hi,” she greeted when his familiar form appeared. Oh how           she wanted to throw her arms around his neck and pull him           in for a tight hug. And after holding back for a whole two           seconds, Tonks did just that.

There were some things that John Pitcairn had never even thought were possible. And as an auror, he knew there was a lot that was possible. One of those things on that very short list was a reality he was facing now:

A prisoner had escaped Azkaban.

Everything had become one massive disaster.

Five turns. She was only supposed to give the turner five turns...but when Death Eaters came bursting through the door and her friends were in immediate danger, her mind became distracted, and her fingers fumbled with the piece around her neck. It began to spin past her control, the amount of turns becoming uncountable as the blonde’s terrified eyes watched the Order instead of what she was supposed to be doing. And then everything began to blur and melt together in her vision. People rushed backwards, night became day and became night again, and all the confused woman could do was witness it.

And just like that, all movement ceased.

Adelina was left staring around at the dark and empty room where, a mere moment before, her friends were battling for their lives. She slipped the time turner under the neck of her shirt and rushed out of the room, finding her way quickly out of the building and onto the desolated street. Where was she?

And more importantly...when was she?

A noise behind her startled her, and she spun around with wand in the air, her eyes narrowed and her body tense for a fight. However, it was simply a stray black dog, its head tilting to the side as it regarded her. With a long exhale of breath, her wand arm lowered to her side. She was about to walk up to inspect it further until she heard loud shouting and something akin to a blast. The young witch hastily turned away from the animal and began to run towards the noise, hoping she could receive answers about...well, everything...

Into the bushes she maneuvered herself until she was well hidden, and she glanced out at the madness occurring before her eyes. There were wizards standing yards away from each other, different colored streaks of light flying back and forth between them. But this was no casual duel. Voices were spitting curses and yelling taunts and threats, while others were bold and fierce yet, also, a touch of kindness underneath them. 

That’s when she saw his face.

“My word...” Her whisper was breathless upon noticing the scars littering the wizard, her mind instantly making the connection even though he was much younger. There were less lines on his features, making his countenance more comely and gentle. He was different and yet still looked just like the man she knew. “Remus...” 

He and his friends were battling against what appeared to be Death Eaters, and her heart sank in her chest. None of the faces at his side appeared familiar to her, but then again, there were Order members who had passed long before she became acquainted with the Order. That must have meant...Adelina was stuck further back in the past than she had planned for. Much further. 

“No...no!” One of Voldemort’s followers had stepped past his cohorts and pointed his wand at the occupied Remus, who was busy defending himself against two other Death Eaters, and Adelina decided rather impulsively to meddle. “Remus!” Bursting from the foliage that had been her sanctuary, she rushed forward towards her friend and began to raise her wand at the enemy. 

“Stupefy!”

“Imprecari...”