1995-01-05: Moving Day

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Scene Title Moving Day
Synopsis One can only take so much. A lawyer vacates #12 Grimmauld Place in favour of quieter waters.
Location Number 12 Grimmauld Place/Shrieking Shack
Date 5 Jan 1995
Watch For NOTHING. YOU SEE NOTHING.
Logger Holly

All Holly's things are packed. It's not much, though, since you really don't have time to pack much when you're on the run, but it's enough to fit in a backpack, which she acquired during her time here. People have brought her things, and so she's been comfortable, at the very least.

But it's time to go.

Up in her room, she's kneeling next to Mo, who will be staying behind with Sirius and Kreachur. Not exactly the best idea, but the elf should be under control now, and Mo shouldn't be in the mood to chase him. The cat is hurt, anyway, and it's best that she doesn't travel. "Be good, baby girl," Holly says to her, scratching behind her ear,

The best part is, no one's told Remus that she's tagging along with him when he visits next — at least, Holly hasn't. She's just so tired of being here that she's ready to leave as soon as humanly possible.

—-

And here comes Lupin. He's apparated the customary distance and makes his way to Grimmauld place. He waits outside as the home appears for him and enters through the front door. He looks around as he usually does and slowly makes his way around. Slowly he makes his way up stairs to see if he can find anyone of the current residents of this home, whether it be Jack, Holly, or Sirius. One of them has to be around.

—-

Mo's ears swivel toward the door when she hears someone enter the house. It could just be Sirius, or Kreachur, but Holly stands up to look anyway, heading out into the hall where she can see just the man she's looking for on the stairs.

She's still just as frayed as she was when she fought with her client - and friend, by now - though she's reined in the temper quite a bit. It doesn't seem worth it to argue with anyone just because she's still angry and frustrated and trapped and… Everything you'd expect a fugitive in hiding to be feeling. "…Remus," she says. "Can I talk to you for a moment?"

—-

Lupin turns to face the voice that calls his name. "Ah, Holly. Hello. Of course, of course. What would you like to discuss?" He asks of her, looking more tired than he usually does. Perhaps it's the strain of work or something else. No one can ever say for sure when it comes to Lupin. He's always a bit haggard regardless.

—-

She's not really accustomed to dancing around the topic at hand. Get it out in the open and debate it. Sometimes rub it in the Ministry's face, if you need to! This isn't a trial, though, and the subject at hand is slightly more delicate, and so Holly approaches it as tactfully and as professionally as possible, of course. "I'm going to kill Sirius if I stay here another day. I need you to take me somewhere else."

TACT, MAPLEWOOD. TACT.

"Please."

—-

Lupin smiles softly at Holly. "I know Sirius can be bit of a handful at times, but really, you just need to give him a chance and he'll work through it. Trust me." He chuckles. "I did go to school with him."

—-

Her eyes narrow - just a bit. There might be something different about the lawyer today, because despite the fact that she's almost always quite in control of herself, she looks like she's just about to snap. And that little smile, that chuckle, just opens the floodgates.

"He smells, he yells, he slams things all day, I can't sleep, I can't think, his evil house elf broke my cat's leg with a candlestick, that portrait is going to make me kick babies - I swear to God - I'm afraid to eat because I can't completely put it beyond Kreachur to poison my food, so I'm starving, I'm too cold, I'm too hot, I've been sneezing all the time because, despite the fact that we've cleaned this place ten times over, it's still dusty, Mo's brought me a whole assortment of little tiny furry critters to my bedroom, which she's very lovingly laid out on my bed to show me, I have a headache the size of Texas, and I am in serious need of a haircut."

It's only then that she pauses for a breath. "Either you get me out of here, or I'm going to get myself out of here. I can't defend Sirius in court if he's dead. I can't. It's not possible, and I think I might just toss him out a window. Please, Remus, don't make me a murderer."

—-

Lupin sighs softly. "Where am I going to take you, Miss Maplewood? Did you consider that I don't actually have a home of my own? I've got no place for you to live. It's not as if I can put you up on my couch. I just move from place to place." He sighs deeply. "I honestly don't know where I'd be able to place you. If you have any ideas, I'd love to hear them."

—-

"I don't know. Hell, we can start up a campfire in the woods somewhere and stay there if we have to. Remus, I'm not making this decision lightly. In all seriousness, I can't stay here with Sirius anymore if I even want to attempt to salvage this friendship. It's not good for either of us, and it's certainly not good if I want to pick up where I left off and defend him in court. Just give me a few days away from this house, and I'll come back."

That seems reasonable to her. Let her calm down a little, take five, as it were, and then she'll be absolutely fine, and she'll be able to deal with the wanted man once again, at least for a little while. "It's not ideal, I know, but I'm asking for this favour. Please."

At that moment, Mo wanders into the hallway, the giant cat limping on three legs. One of the back ones is well-wrapped and braced, though she still smooches her head against Holly's leg before looking up at Lupin. It's the eyes. You have to obey the eyes! HELP THE GIRL!

—-

Lupin sighs deeply. "Fine. I…I may actually know this one place that you may wish to live. I mean…it's not much, and it's in much disrepair, but I believe it could work for you. And people avoid it at all cost because they believe it to be the 'most haunted place in Britain'. Or so I hear." He says thoughtfully.

—-

Disrepair? Admittedly, this place here isn't a palace, but it's nice. Comfortable. Taken care of, despite the age of it, and the dust. Still, it's not the home itself she's leaving, it's the environment and the company. She needs to salvage her sanity, and Sirius has been such a bear to be around that she just needs to be away from him and the house elf for awhile. Just a few days. Two or three at most, so she can sleep without waking up to the sound of Kreachur wailing, or the portrait screaming obscenities about blood traitors and foreigners.

"It… sounds like heaven," Holly eventually says, forcing a smile.

—-

Lupin chortles. "Well, I'd think of a few other words for it, but sure. We can go with that." He sighs softly. "Tell me…what was it exactly that pushed you over the edge?"

—-

"Great, I'm already packed," Holly says, adding a chuckle under her breath as she retreats briefly to her room for her bag. Mo head-butts her leg again, and she kneels down to offer pats and reassurances.

To pinpoint one specific thing that pushed her over the edge is almost impossible. Almost. She knows what it was, though, even before Kreachur broke the cat's leg. "Last night, I was sitting in the kitchen. The elf started crying, the portrait started screaming… And Sirius just handles everything with anger. He started slamming cupboards until he found alcohol." For a moment, she looks at the floor. "It was just something that would make the situation worse that it already was, and… Sometimes he scares me. I know he means well, but he still scares me. And I can't deal with that if I'm as frayed as I am right now."

—-

Lupin shakes his head. "Sirius needs to be dealt with carefully. Especially when the portrait and Kreacher are being dealt with." He smiles softly at Holly. "But maybe I've seen the darkest side of him a bit more often than you have, and as such I've gotten a bit used to it, I must say." He shakes his head once more.

—-

Small doses would have been a lot better, instead of being thrown into a house with him and forced to live together, like some sort of Odd Couple routine. Sirius, a criminal, and Holly, a lawyer, forced to exist together under one roof! A perfect TV show in the making. Except Holly's currently a criminal now, too, even if she did nothing wrong. Sigh, Ministry, sigh. "Well, let's go, then," she says, giving Mo another gentle pat before sliding the backpack around her shoulders.

—-

Lupin gives Holly a nod. "If you'd like, we can do side-along apparition. I know the place well…though of course, you probably know of it yourself." He nods firmly. "Shall we?" He holds out his arm to lead her out and do the apparition.

—-

All she can think of is how quiet it's gonna be tonight. How she'll be able to get a good night's sleep. It'll be awesome. "Thank you, Remus," she says, taking his arm.


They apparate near the Shrieking Shack, up the hill a little bit on a deserted road which leads into Hogsmeade. Lupin leads Holly down to the Shack and once inside, he motions the home. "Welcome to your new home for…well, until you get a new place or decide to move out. It's known as 'The Shrieking Shack'."

—-

Hogsmeade she recognises, and being here instantly puts her a little on edge. They'll expect her to be here, surely! But as they draw closer to the old house on the deserted road, she gets it. To her, it's always just been a house. A scary one, sure, and one with stories behind it, but she didn't expect Lupin to bring her here.

Once inside, she can't help staring. "What the hell happened here?" she asks, taking in the scratches all over the walls, the destroyed furnature, and the general disrepair. It's a place to stay, and she'll take it, but it looks like someone let a herd of hippogryffs free in here and just told them to go to town. Setting her bag down on what's left of a chair, she goes to examine one of the boarded windows.

—-

Well…not exactly a herd of hippogryffs, but it's not that far off. Lupin looks around. "I spent a lot of time here as a child and teenager. Once a month, in fact, while in school." He gives Holly a quick look. "This is where I came for the full moons to transform. What you see…all the damage…It's primarily me who did this. Grant it, when Sirius, James, and Peter found out about me, they helped a bit as well." He nods a little, looking around. "The stories of this place, the howling, originated because of me when I'd turn into a werewolf. There's a secret passageway from this house to Hogwarts grounds." Though he avoids saying just where exactly.

—-

Lesson one: Werewolves are dangerous. That's a pretty standard lesson, of course, but seeing the damage done by just one with her own eyes is kind of shocking. Still, the full moon is days off yet, so Holly's in no danger. Still…

"Do you remember when you did this?" she asks. She knows some werewolves do, and some don't. Just like humans, they all have different personalities - seperate from their normal ones - though they all seem to be murderous and destructive. She saw a lot of cases in her time when she was working for legislation. "I mean, at least they gave you a place to go," she says, "And you were able to attend school."

—-

Lupin shakes his head as he looks around. "No. I hardly ever remember what happens when I change, not unless I have the Wolfsbane potion. But then, of course, I have control over my actions. But back then…back then the potion wasn't invented and available." He explains. "It was Dumbledore who made this possible. It was all him."

—-

"And not only is it new, it's hard to make," Holly says. She could never do it herself - no patience, no natural talent with potions. However, one couldn't ever find better ingredients for it than in her garden. Her talent was in herbology. "You take it every month?" she asks, "Or do you usually come here?" There's a hint - just a hint - of nervousness in her voice when she asks that. As if she'll have to be out of here when the full moon comes around again.

"He does seem like a great man," Holly says of Dumbledore. He gave her permission to enter Hogwarts and question some of the faculty, and ask them to witness at Sirius' trial. Many people seem to love him. He's fair and passionate despite his eccentricities. "He seems to care a lot about people."

—-

Lupin smiles softly. "Yes, I take it every month. But regardless, the beast is a mighty thing. So it is generally a safe guard to both take it and go somewhere safe. For me, it changes every month usually. Never the same spot. I haven't come here in a very long time to be honest. Well, once and a while when I was teaching again I suppose. But regardless, when taking the potion, your human mind takes over, so you have more control of your actions. You have no need to worry."

—-

"Maybe they'll find a cure one day." How do you cure a curse, though? Seems like some magic spell once upon a time just went awry, and no one could ever fix it, let alone really figure it out. Logically, the only way to eliminate the curse would be to kill everyone who has it, and even then, if you miss one, you have a problem. Besides, it's not fair at all to the people who are just regular people the rest of the month.

Returning to her back pack, she pulls out a blanket that doesn't look like it should fit inside said bag, along with a pillow. Ah, magic. "I'm not worried," she says with a shrug, setting up a temporary bed on the floor, before she sits. "Y'know, I barely know anything about you, except that you're a werewolf and you went to school at Hogwarts with Sirius."

—-

Lupin smiles softly. "Well, you know…you've not asked. All that really mattered before was Sirius' trial, so that's what you focused on. There's nothing wrong with that. You were doing your job." He says in quite an understanding tone. "But…I am the tenth wonder of the wizarding world. Werewolf, previous student at Hogwarts, currently employed at the Ministry, I still own my wand, I've never infected anyone. I was even a Prefect in school, don't you know."

—-

"Yeah, I know. Kinda got focused on one thing, and now that that's at a complete standstill…" Damn Ministry, sticking its nose in and messing everything up. She had that trial won. Easily. She was going to call Fudge to the stand, though, and that must have been what ruined it, because he would have testified that the Ministry had no evidence at all to convict Sirius Black— "Dammit," she says, shaking her head. Leaning back on her hands, she focuses her attention back up at Remus. "You know, it's amazing people never see past that first thing," she says with her eyes just slightly narrowed in thought. "A Prefect, huh? That's kind of like a Resident, I'm guessing. Students who kind of watched over the other people in their House?" They still had Houses at Salem, which was a direct throwback from British schools.

—-

Lupin chuckles softly. "I've just taken it as a part of life that people don't see past the first thing. You know, that's one hard lesson being a werewolf has taught me. When most people find out what I am, they squirm, they get uncomfortable and they treat me like I'm some horrible disease." He smiles at Holly. "It has become a part of my life that I have come to accept. I don't expect much from most people." He explains. "Yes, that would be what a Prefect was and is. To be honest, I do believe that I was made a Prefect to keep an eye on Sirius and James…but I can never be too certain."

—-

"See, that's just not acceptable," Holly says, the wheels continuing to turn in her head. That's not here or now, though, and she keeps getting back to the subject of werewolves, no matter how hard she tries to learn something else about the man. It is hard to look past, there's no doubt about that.

"So you, and Sirius, James, and Peter Pettigrew used to go on adventures," she says, smiling, drawing her knees up so she can wrap her arms around them. It's a little cold in here. "What were you, the voice of reason?"

—-

Lupin frowns deeply as Holly snuggles into herself to keep warm. "Are you cold?" He asks first and foremost. "Here…" He takes out his wand and casts a few charms around the room, allowing it to get suddenly warmer. "Well, I tried to be the voice of reason. Sirius and James were always up to one thing or another. My head was, often, in a book. As for Peter…well, he was the one who just sort of tagged along with us. He was the more meek and timid one who we allowed around because, well, he was our friend and he didn't really have many friends otherwise. Don't get me wrong, I was in on the mischief as much as the others, but I also knew when studying came first. But those were good days. And we were bright…did you know, we made a magical map of Hogwarts and it's grounds and it was charmed so that you could see the names of everyone on the school grounds, dots to show where they were, and where they were walking and such. We added in a verbal-magical command system so that you could make the map appear on the parchment and then disappear. If someone else tried to make it show them it's secret, it would back-talk to them in a sense. Most people would then think it was just trick parchment."

—-

She's about to answer that, yes, she is a bit cold, when Lupin casts the charms to warm the house to a much more tolerable level. "I was. Thank you," Holly says gratefully, relaxing slightly as the room warms.

It's still hard to believe that this boy that everyone says was so quiet and shy turned out to be the villain in the end. Holly almost feels herself feeling sorry for him, until she remembers that Peter Pettigrew killed a whole lot of Muggles before framing Sirius for the murders.

"Yeah, I did a lot of studying in school," Holly says, half-smiling. "Wanted to get into an Ivy-League school after Salem, so I studied other stuff besides magic. Kinda overwhelming sometimes. My friends needed to pull me out of my dorm room a few times a week just to make sure I still knew how to have fun."

The map does interest her. After all, that's inventing magic. Pushing herself to her feet, she comes to stand in front of the werewolf. "Okay, I know you've probably heard this before, but you amaze me, so… Do me a favour and try not to just accept the category people push you into because of what you become once a month. Deal with it, yeah, but don't just… Don't just… You know what people like you could have done with the world if the Ministry weren't such a den of morons?"

—-

Lupin chuckles softly. "There's nothing wrong with studying…in fact, that would have gotten you into Ravenclaw, here. It's a whole house dedicated to those more studious than others at Hogwarts. Though our method of sorting determines that they'll be there. But that is neither here nor there. I'm sure you did magnificently though, to have gotten to where you are now." He says with a small smile. "Look, I've been this way since I was a young child. Practically thirty years. It is hard to get out of my stubborn ways." He still remembers some of his Defence exams when asked to describe the characteristics of a werewolf. He joked that he could put 'He's sitting in my chair, he sleeps in my bed, he lives at my parents' and the like, but this has certainly made him uniquely qualified in such matters. "I've dealt with it as best I can. Now it's the rest of the world's turn." Is his final reply to her.

—-

"From what I've seen, I'da been honoured to be in Ravenclaw," she says, taking the comment as a compliment and standing up just a little taller. "Bear Claw was for people who really didn't…" She thinks for a moment, remembering back to what the old stone golem told her when she was sorted. "We were neutral. Kinda sat on the fence. I mean, I had one friend in my House who was a total jock. Blew off his school work and was always playing Quidditch. Then there was me, with the good grades and the small carnivorous forest next to my bed." She chuckles a little. Bear Claw was a catch-all house. Kind of like Hufflepuff in a lot of ways.

Reaching out, Holly gives Remus a pat on the shoulder. "I know. It's time for everyone else to change their outdated thinking. And, look, as long as I'm here and the Ministry doesn't hang me, I can help with that. No offence, but you guys could really use some help." And Holly seems confident - or conceited - enough to think that she can give it, and that her counsel is needed.

—-

Lupin smiles softly. "Well…sounds like an interesting school that you went to." Not that his wasn't, mind you, with their poltergeist and house ghosts and giant squid and forbidden forest. "I do thank you for your offer of help, Holly. Honestly. It is much appreciated."

—-

"Yeah, I miss it sometimes," she says, briefly thinking backward to it. Ah, the teenage years.

"You know, I'm feeling better already, just being out of that house for awhile. I think I might be able to get a little sleep." Comfortable blanket, comfortable pillow, no crying house elf or screaming portrait or yowling cat to keep her awake. As much as she loves Mo, Holly needed a break from her, too.

—-

Lupin smiles softly. "Well, I do hope you do well here. It's not fancy by any means but for now….it is the Hotel Lupin for your comfort and needs." He says with a soft smile.

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