The Full Moon is drawing near, and thankfully, I found a solution to the problematic factor of not having my usual transformation space.

I am still apprehensive, of course, that something will go wrong...

Posting from work, so I will make this quick - my boss and I may be on friendly terms, but it's enough that he caught me reading one of the books!

Anyway - Dora and I spoke about reforming the Order last night.

Naturally, we thought the other would disagree, but it turns out we'd both been thinking about reforming the Order. (Why I do not give Dora more credit, I do not know.)

Wizarding world wars have almost always begun with seemingly random deaths. An elderly muggle outcast dies on the job - because he was lonely, of course. A witch a rose short of a flowerbed goes missing - she probably got lost.

Horrible deaths, yes, but in the eyes of a Ministry desperate to keep the public at ease, they have no links, no connections. If they will not take action, we must.

Much needs to change anyway, as I ought to have seen before. Even without violence, our world is driven with problems: muggles are still patronized or hated, as are magical and dark creatures. Fleur could have been a successful Ministry worker in Wizarding France - here, she is counting galleons. And if it had not been for the fact that Amelia Bones and Moody thought the world of Dora, she would never have become an Auror.

As long as we allow these sorts of things, we are setting ourselves up for more uprisings, more wars.

I am not usually this dark or cynical - perhaps Hermione put something in the food? 

Today has been a busy day, I have had a lot to organise.

I visited Mum at the Nursing Home. She looks so well, her stay in hospital now only a distant memory. She is has recovered remarkably well. I was even able to take her for a walk down to the bookstore to visit Kieran.

Mum picked up a few new trashy romance novels and enjoyed a nice long chat with Kieran, who much to my surprise knew a great deal about the romance novels. He claimed it was because his wife talked incessantly about them, but I didn’t believe him for a moment.

He was a fan himself.

Dora enjoys telling me about the books she reads but I can’t remember plots or names of characters. All I usually recall is heaving breasts and burning loins.

After I finished visiting with Mum, I paid a secret visit to the Ministry of Magic. I received some curious looks as I walked the halls. I’ve not been a prominent member of the wizarding community for some time now and I am sure they were wondering why I was at the Ministry.

I knew Dora was busy training recruits at that time, so I knew it was safe to visit Kingsley. I had a rather large favour to ask of him.

I knew the department was severely short staffed but with Dora’s birthday coming up, I wanted to whisk her away for a few days. Many years ago Dad purchased a small house in Rotherfield, they still own it and Mum has generously allowed me use of it for a few days.

Mum has never let me take any guests to the cottage before. Mum says the little house is for family only – none of my previous girlfriends have stepped inside the place, mind you, I’ve not had that many and to be honest, I’ve never wanted to take any of them there either.

But Dora is different.

After much negotiating and a little begging on my part, Kingsley agreed to give Dora a couple of days off. I had wanted to stretch our stay into the weekend but Kingsley told me he couldn’t spare Dora for that long, so I was either happy with two days or none at all.

So I settled for two days.

After thanking Kingsley and promising to take him for a pint, I left the Ministry and rushed home. If we were only to be gone for a short amount of time, I didn’t want to waste any of it.

So, I packed our bags, being careful with Dora’s birthday gifts. Made a quick trip to the market to buy supplies for our trip and returned home, leaving Dora a note, which would turn into a Portkey at precisely 6.15 and bring her to me.

I glance around the cottage and afford myself a grin; I hope Dora enjoys her surprise.

Today has been an eventful day.

I went to visit Mum and was pleased to find her sitting up out of bed in a chair after a short walk down the corridor. She tired quickly and needed to lie down again but it’s a good sign that she was finally out of bed.

The doctor told me that there are no signs of another stroke at all – her weakness is due to being bed-ridden for so long. She will need some rehabilitation before returning to the Nursing Home but will almost certainly make a full recovery.

(  In the arms of the woman I love )

I wake to the sunlight streaming trough the window. One of the boards I had placed over the window for added protection has slipped, leaving enough space for the bright sun to enter the room.

I roll off the mattress placed on the floor and gingerly stand. I notice a deep purple bruise on my hip and gently touch it. I try to think back to the previous nights events but can’t remember anything after I locked myself into this room.

I will have to come up with a story though for Dora, she will demand to know how I hurt myself and probably suggest we place cushioning charms around the entire flat so I can’t hurt myself again.

(  No More Regrets  )

“Remus,” Dora says, caressing my back. “It will be okay.”

I wish I could believe her. I glance over at Mum a she lay perfectly still in her hospital bed, she is still hooked up to Muggle machinery to help her breathe, she has lost weight and her usual perfectly manicured hair is lank and lifeless.

Tonight is the full moon, so I must leave Mum’s side. She still hasn’t woken from her bout of pneumonia – it has been weeks and I fear she may never wake up, and if that does happen I want to be with her, I don’t want her to die alone.

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It has been a long day.

I’ve been sitting in Mum’s hospital room just waiting for news – her condition hasn’t changed at all since her admission. The doctors did think Mum had suffered another stroke yesterday though, but all tests have come back with inconclusive results.

Unfortunately we will have to wait until she wakes up before they can ascertain if she has had another stroke and if so, what further damage has been caused.

If she wakes up.

I push those thoughts out of my head - I have to remain positive.

(  Positive Thoughts )

I wake suddenly and feel very disorientated as I take in my surroundings. It takes me a few moments to realise that I am still in Mum’s hospital room.

I roughly wipe my face as I struggle out of the very uncomfortable chair in the corner of the room. I know I could have cast a cushioning charm, but I didn’t want any magic interfering with Mum’s medical equipment – to be honest I’m not even sure it would but I didn’t want to take the risk.

I walk to Mum’s bed and touch her hand, she feels cold.

(  No Change )

“Remus, what are you doing?” Dora asks, stepping into the bedroom.

I turn to face her, my cheeks flushed from embarrassment. “I was, er dancing,” I say, feeling foolish.

“Dancing,” Dora says, removing her Auror robes and dropping them onto the bed.

“Yes, dancing.”

“Ah,” she says, grinning. “And why were you dancing?”

“I don’t know,” I say, stupidly. Dora throws her head back as she laughs loudly, her laughter infectious as I begin to chuckle.

“Is this what you do when I’m not here, dance about?”

(  What starts as fun – ends in tears )

It is wonderful to see Harry and Ginny so happy. I only wish James, Lily and Sirius were here to witness it.

I know today is a happy occasion but I can’t help but wonder what Harry’s life, and mine, would have been liked if they had of lived. Harry deserved to have his parents watch him grow, have Sirius teach him Marauder pranks and have Albus smile at him behind those half moon spectacles.

But that was not meant to be.

(  A Wonderful Day  )

I wake to the intoxicating smell of coffee.

I sit up in bed, feeling utterly confused for a few moments as to where I am.

I look down at myself; naked as the day I was born. I have a red welt across my chest, my back is sore (but that is just a normal occurrence after my transformation – but the older I get the more pain I seem to be in) but I have no other injuries. I am laying on the mattress of my upturned bed – I must have knocked the bed over last night during my transformation.

(  Intoxicating )

I arrive at O’Meara’s pub early, I needed to get away from work, I was feeling too distracted. I walk to the corner booth and slide inside. I remove the drinks menu and smile as a waiter approaches me.

( Lunch With Harry )

“Oh piss it.”

I open my eyes at the sound of Dora’s voice. I roll onto my back reaching for her, only to find the bed empty and cold – she has been gone for a while.

I rub my face roughly, and then slide out of the bed. I slip my feet into my slippers and reach for my dressing gown at the end of the bed. I pull it on and walk from the bedroom. I spot Dora in the kitchen and make my way to her.

I step into the kitchen and smile – Dora is wearing my cardigan again – I must admit though, it looks much nicer on her than it does on me. I watch as she walks to the fridge and bends over, revealing more of her beautiful legs to me – I think she is wearing an old pair of my boxer shorts as well.

(  An Interesting Day )

“Remus, are you okay?” Dora asks, entering our bedroom.

I am currently laying on the bed, feeling a little unwell, the wolfsbane potion untouched beside me. “I’m fine,” I say, sitting up. “Just feeling a little tired.”

“You look pale,” Dora says, walking to me and placing her hand across my forehead, then down my shirt, feeling my body temperature. “You don’t seem to have a temperature though.”

“I’m fine, I just have a bit of a headache,” swinging my legs over the edge of the bed. “This moon is known as the wolf moon and I can feel the pull of the moon stronger and I think I’m trying to resist it and it’s giving me a headache, but I’ll be fine, I promise.”

(  Wishing For Comfort )

I have the sneaking suspicion that Dora is up to something. I offered to make her dinner tonight, give her a massage, and even listen to her Weird Sisters collection, but she turned me down.

At first I was rather put out, but then she distracted me and I completely forgot why I was put out in the first place.

I wasn’t too keen on going out though, the full moon is only days away and I’m not sure how I will cope being surrounded by a room full of people. I physically struggled being around Dora last time and already I am feeling the affect of the moon. I can’t seem to keep my hands off her at the moment- not that I think she is complaining though.

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