Note: An idea that came to me one day. New chapters as I write them.
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Somewhere in Germany . . .
She strode towards him from the smoke of battle. She was clad in
armor, red hair tied back in a braid, and her face was dirt streaked.
A cut on her arm was bleeding and she carried a sword in one hand and
a war hammer in the other.
"Beautiful," sighed Parvaras, last of the Forest Gods. "What a fine
"She's married," Remus Lupin said. It was on his shoulder that
Parvaras sat, as the God was only six inches tall.
"Engaged to be," Parvaras corrected with a disdainful sniff. "You
mortals and your obsession with fidelity."
"It's a failing," agreed Remus affably. "But a sense of permanence
helps when we don't have all of eternity." He stuck his hands in his
pockets. "In any case, she works for you. Dipping into the company
pool, as we say, never goes well."
"Nonsense," Parvarus disagreed, "why, there was a time when maidens
came from far and wide for night in my arms as warriors toasted my
name before battle."
"And those maidens were also those warrior's wives, sisters, and
daughters," Remus pointed out. "They all left you sooner or later.
Now there's just her."
"Now there's just her," Parvaras agreed. "But really, why did she
have to ignore the old ways?"
"Sword Oath," Remus pointed out. "Sex wasn't covered in there, I
"What's this about sex?" said the red-haired woman as she reached
them. She slid the sword into its sheath, which was strapped across
her back and hung the hammer on her belt. Then she pulled off her
glove to wipe sweat and dirt from her forehead, the steel band inset
with a diamond glinting in the sun. It was a simple ring, but the
diamond and that it was on the ring finger of her left hand
proclaimed that but one person had the key to her heart.
"Your deity and I were discussing the finer points of the Paladin and
God contractual obligation," Remus said. "I trust it went well?"
Ginerva "Ginny" Weasley scowled. "He rabbited before I could get
"Pity," Remus said. "I was all set to have a long talk with him too."
There was a dangerous light in his eyes, that something inhuman
lurked behind the quiet agreeability of the man clad in old robes and
"Next time," Ginny promised. "Malfoy can't hide forever and neither
can Riddle. I'll string them up by their guts for what they've put me
through. Just for starters."
It seemed a bit harsh, Remus mused, but it was their fault. After
all, if they hadn't tried to conquer this world, Ginny would never
have been pulled from hers.
On their own heads be it.
* * * *
Six months ago . . .
Remus hummed as he did dishes. To an outsider, it might seem odd, but
Remus had always taken a certain satisfaction in it. Even when he'd
worn the black of the Death Eaters, he'd enjoyed doing the dishes.
It drove Severus nuts, in a metaphorical sense, of course, and they'd
often had long discussions, even arguments, about wasting time with
dishes when there was house elves to do it. Or even a simple spell.
To do it by hand was so . . . so . . . Muggleish.
Remus preferred to think of it as a calming activity. When upset,
Severus had locked himself in his lab, Lucias would turn his opera to
ear splitting volumes, and Remus did dishes.
He held up a dish to the light and then scrubbed at a speck of food
that clung stubbornly to the ceramic. Ah.
But then Severus had decided that Voldemort was wrong about . . .
many things and left the Death Eaters. Remus had gone with him, not
so much out of disagreement with Voldemort's ideals, but . . . he
supposed friendship had as much to do with it as anything.
Remus was honest enough with himself to admit that he needed to be
around people. He suspected it was the wolf in him and wolves were
social people, of a sort. In short, Remus did not like to be alone.
But was this any better? The Order of the Phoenix was all but broken.
Severus was half insane, McGonagall preferred to live in the past,
and Granger was pretty much catatonic, or at least refused to leave
"Wotcher, Remus," said a voice.
"Miss Tonks," Remus said.
Almost as tall as Remus, with short hair (at least today) and a touch
of the distinctive Black chin, Nymphadora Tonks was courageous,
personally moralistic, and highly attractive. In many ways, she was
much like a wolf herself and his inner wolf found that very
interesting. It may have also been that she was not afraid of the
fact that during the full moon, Remus got very hairy and "extremely
irritable" as young Draco Malfoy had put it.
But honestly, he was really interested in her because she was the
only other one in the Order who had any sort of grip on reality and
thus could actually have a conversation with him about things that
did not involve the war or the past, or . . . he thought about the
three hours Severus had spent last week ranting about "Potions
Goblins" when he should have been trying to come up with something
for the war.
"A war," Remus scoffed as he rinsed his hands of soap and took down
two tea mugs as Tonks set the kettle on the stove. "It's only a war
if there's two sides."
"Otherwise it's a massacre," Tonks finished. "Kingsley Shacklebolt."
"All's quiet, I assume?" Lupin asked.
Tonks nodded. "Ghosts are on watch, Children are tucked away in their
beds and Filch has locked down the castle for the night." She poured
them each a cup of tea and added a bit of firewhiskey to hers. "I
don't like being stuck here in Hogwarts, Remus."
"McGonagall's idea," Remus said. He finished the dishes and let the
water drain out before he joined her at the table. "This is still the
most secure place in all of Europe. She's the leader, Tonks."
"Bollocks!" Tonks exclaimed. "You're the one everyone listens to,
Remus. Why don't you take charge?" She leaned closer. "I'd follow you."
Remus managed a small smile. "I'm not a leader, Tonks. I'm a
follower. Simple as that."
She let out a snort and stood. "Only in yer own head." With that, she
left the kitchen.
Remus washed the mugs and dried his hands.
Hogwarts had been a school once, a grand school. Now, its outer walls
lay in ruins, with only the central keep, the greenhouse, and a tower
or two left intact. When once hundreds of people lived in its wall,
they were down to perhaps twenty, most of them children, orphaned by
the war. What few adults there were did what they could, but the
Order was what everyone relied on to stay safe . . . The Order. He
scoffed again. Him and Tonks, really.
Shaking his head, he went to turn out the light when he heard the
sound of footsteps.
"Miss Tonks?" Remus asked, years of fighting causing his hand to
hover near his wand pocket.
But instead a girl, a young woman, really, came through the door. She
was tall and fair-skinned, with red hair done up in curlers. She wore
only a thin nightgown, but one hand gripped a wand, the end glowing
in a lumos spell.
She was very beautiful.
"Professor Lupin?" She asked as she saw him and a look of relief
washed over her face and she ran towards him. "What's going on? The
paintings are gone, the castle's in ruins and--" she broke off and
stared at him and then the wand snapped up in a way that told Remus
that she knew how to use it. "You're not Professor Lupin."
"No, I'm not." Remus said and carefully crossed his arms, moving
deliberately. "And I have no idea who you are, either." He gave her a
smile. "Remus Lupin."
"Ginny Weasley," the wand lowered slightly, but stayed pointed at
him. "Where am I?"
"Hogwarts," Remus replied. "What's left of it, anyway. How did you
"I'm asking the questions!" She snapped, wand jerking back up.
So she had no idea. Remus made a mental note of that. "Of course you
are," Remus said and bowed his head. "Sorry."
She looked confused, several thoughts clearly visible on her face.
"I . . ."
"Remus, I -- expelliarmus!" Remus caught Ginny's wand as it flew
towards him and nodded to Tonks.
"Any time," Tonks said. "Who's this?"
"She's asking the questions," Remus said and casually threw Ginny's
wand back to her with one hand and drawing his with the other, but
crossed his arms. "Do continue."
However, Ginny seemed to have been thrown by Tonks' appearance, and
ran her left hand through her hair in a gesture of pure fustration.
Remus noted the ring on her left hand. So she was married, or at
Ginny's wand stayed pointed at him, but she was watching Tonks, who
had her wand aimed at Ginny and was watching him.
"If I may," Remus said into the silence, "why don't we all put our
wands away and have a seat before something unpleasant happens? I
just finished cleaning the kitchen and I'd hate to see it damaged in
a duel." He slipped his wand back into his pocket and after a moment,
Tonks did the same.
Ginny did not have pockets, but she did put the wand up, not down.
As the three of them sat at the table, Remus quickly analyzed what he
knew so far.
Ginny Weasley. early 20's Engaged/Married. Trained in magical combat,
though some aspects had been left out. Origins unknown, but wherever
she was from, he was a professor, a thought he intended to be amused
at later. Hogwarts was also unspoiled. She didn't panic easy and had
good observational skills. This left two possibilities for her origins.
"May I ask a question? He said. "Thank you," he continued, not
waiting for a yes or no. "What is the date?"
She blinked at him. "Date?"
"You seem to be dressed for bed, so chances are, you woke up and
found yourself here. What was the date when you went to sleep?"
"July thirty-first, two thousand and one. It was about nine o'clock
Remus checked his watch. Nine thirty and today was still the thirty-
first. Which eliminated time travel from the future, and left only
"It would seem, Miss Weasley," Remus said, "that you are no longer in
your own universe."
She stared at him.
"How'd you figure that?" Tonks demanded.
Remus ticked off the salient points on his fingers. "One, she called
me 'Professor', a title I've never held. Two, last she knew, its
today's date and half an hour ago. When she went to sleep, Hogwarts
was intact, but as far as I know, its been this way since Greyback
and his wolves laid waste to the castle back in ninety-six. Three,
she's exhibiting none of the signs associated with memory loss or
hallucinations, which leaves trans-universal travel."
"And you wonder why I think you should be leading the Order instead
of McGonagall," Tonks said.
"Order?" Ginny asked. "McGonagall? What happened to Hogwarts?"
* * * *
Tonks fetched a robe for Ginny while Remus made more tea and the
three of them spent the rest of the night comparing notes.
Remus was amused to learn that in Ginny's world he'd been sorted into
Gryffindor, was more or less enemies with Severus and currently
engaged to Tonks.
From what Ginny knew of her Remus' childhood, he'd met two boys on
the train to Hogwarts and the three of them, along with one Peter
Pettigrew, had formed a group called the Marauders. So close was
their friendship that when they learned their friend was a werewolf,
they spent two years learning to be Animagai all on their own, just
so Remus would have company during the full moon.
Unfortunately, Remus had never heard of James Potter or Peter
Pettigrew. He did vaguely recall the name Sirius Black from his
school days. A grim fellow, Hufflepuff, if he recalled correctly.
Remus had been sorted into Slytherin in this world where he'd shared
a dorm with Severus Snape. Severus had made no such study of Animagi,
and in fact, had given no outward sign that he cared where his fellow
student went every month.
But nonetheless, a strange friendship had formed between the two of
them and from his fifth year on, Remus often found an odd remedy or
two for pain on his nightstand after the full moon. In a sense, they
were both outcasts and that brought them together.
From there, Ginny went on to explain that in her world, a procephy
was made concerning Voldemort. According to it, the one with the
power to defeat Voldemort would be born in July of eighty-one. He
would have power that that Voldemort knew not, and the Dark Lord
would mark him as an equal.
That boy was named Harry Potter, and it had been him Ginny was due to
marry and when she talked of him, she was clearly head over heels in
Remus knew of no such procephy and Dumbledore had died during
Greyback's attack, so there was no way to ask him. Unsure what else
to do, they decided to get some sleep. Tonks installed Ginny on the
sofa in her room and Remus went to see Granger.
Hermione Granger was a Ravenclaw, brilliantly clever and very brave,
but she'd suffered in the attack, spending a full minute under the
Cruitacius and it had all but destroyed that mind of hers. Now she
lived in Hogwarts' library, hissing at anyone who entered save for
McGonagall. It was a pity, he'd had a chance to talk with her before
the attack and her brilliance had struck him. It came and went these
Entering the library, he closed the door behind him. "Miss Granger?
It's Remus Lupin. Might I have a word?"
"Bad day. No words." Remus regarded the large cat sitting on the
checkout desk. "Memories." The Kneazle wasn't actually speaking in
what most would label words, and it was only because of the fact that
Remus was a werewolf that he was able to speak with Crookshanks in
the first place and then imperfectly.
"I'm afraid it's urgent, Crookshanks," Remus replied. "I can't wait."
He took one step forward and Crookshanks leapt at him, forcing Remus
"Bad day! Stupid human! Safety!" Crookshanks leapt back to the top of
the checkout desk and glared at him. "You!" he added for emphasis.
From somewhere in the stacks, he heard a shrieking cackle. Perhaps
Crookshanks had a point.
"All right," Remus said, "But when she's more . . . coherent, let her
know that I need a word with her." With that, he exited, but left the
door slightly open and then waited.
From inside, he heard soft, shuffling footsteps.
"Who was that? Was it someone bad?" The voice was a woman's, soft and
crooning. "Can't be disturbed, almost done. Opened the door last
night, I think. Better world, sweet Crookshanks, better world for
The footsteps faded away back into the depths of the library and
Remus headed back towards his room, lost in thought.
That was interesting . . . that was very interesting. Oh my, yes.
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