Remus' eyes widened. He glanced at his glaring wife nervously and rubbed the back of his neck. Her expression softened in a moment and the fire in her eyes dimmed little, knowing the inevitable truth. She probably realized what he was thinking. The Minister of Magic visiting the Burrow. The new anti-werewolf acts. Their wands would be snapped. Dora would never find a job again. They wouldn't even be able to leave their home. How much worse would it be for the Weasley family? They were already labeled as Blood-Traitors, it'd be worse if society found out they were around a werewolf.
Remus looked at Dora sadly. Everything was always worse for her. She didn't look at him, only twirling her wand in her hands. He felt terrible. The atmosphere turned cold the moment she seemed sad. It was all his fault. He was the only one to blame. If only he was normal. If only he had a job.
The had begun. He wasn't going to leave her side now. Even if he had nothing to give her. Remus sat down next to his wife.
"And the cake looked delicious." she sighed, "Oh well." Dora ran her hands through his hair, "Why do you have so many gray streaks? Am I that exhausting to be around?"
He laughed, enjoying her quirky comments. His doubts drifted away and his thoughts filled with the sound of laughter and her smile. He couldn't take that smile away. That beautiful warm smile. Her chocolate eyes sparkled in the light. He wouldn't be able to stand seeing that light leave.
Out of nowhere, Dora asks, "Do we have cookie dough?"
Remus was a bit shocked by this, "Cookie dough? Uh... maybe?"
"Helpful. Can you go check, please?"
"Of course."
"Love you."
"Love you too!" he shouted from the kitchen as he rummaged through the refrigerator, looking for a container of cookie dough.
Remus pushed aside foods and containers. Good news. He did find a container of cookie dough. Bad news. It didn't have much cookie dough. He grabbed the container and brought it to the living room. How the heck did they not have maple syrup, but they had cookie dough?
"We have a little bit, it's enough for a small batch." he said, opening the container and peeking inside.
"Great!" she grinned, "Let's get baking."
He pulled her up off the couch. A series of repeated frantic knocks sounded at the door. Dora studied it curiously. Remus pulled his wand out of his back pocket and opened the door slowly.
A young woman stood at the door, a child in her arms. Tears streamed down both of their faces. She spotted his wand, her face flooded with relief and she beamed desperately.
"Oh thank goodness. Please can you let us in? Please. My husband..." the lady began to cry.
Dora somehow appeared next to him, glancing at the girl with pity. He heard the sounds of whooshing in the distance. Laughter. Curses flickered through the sky. Dora's eyes widened and they pulled him aside to let the woman and child inside. Remus shut the door.
Remus raised his wand slowly, as Dora glared at him, "What's your name?"
"Thank you so much, I didn't know where to go." the woman talked fast, "The Ministry... they killed him. My husband. Because we're muggle-borns. My name is Angela. Angela Miller. My son, Jacob. I knew you both were wizards because I'd seen you both apparate to and from somewhere. And I hoped that this was safe."
Remus glanced at his wife, she smiled, "Of course, this is safe."
His wife eagerly talked with the young witch. Remus began to pray the lady wouldn't recognize him from the Daily Prophet. It'd been years, but it hadn't seemed to die down. Thankfully, tonight wasn't one of those nights.
They quickly fixed the house up and let Angela and her son stay until it was safe to head back home (which thankfully was only a few hours). She seemed ever so grateful, and even though Remus knew his wife would never admit it, she was going to miss playing with the child.
The next morning, Dora had woken up earlier than usual and pleaded and begged Remus take her to see her parents again. It's been weeks since she'd heard from them last. Their home wasn't connected to the floo network and owls were being intercepted by the Ministry.
"Remus, please. I have to know if they're alright."
"Dora, we'd get all of us killed." he sighed, "I'm sorry. Today's Bill and Fleur's wedding. Molly's been planning it for months and she'd be disappointed if we didn't turn up."
"We could see them before that!" she protested, "Remus."
He watched as a tear slid down her cheek. He wiped it away with his thumb. His wife had become so hysterical—not that he was judging or upset—it was just...unusual. It begun not long after the Order took Harry to the Burrow with the whole seven Potters thing. Her arms were rested across her chest, stubbornly refusing to look at him.
She'd woken up so many times in the middle of night, thinking and he didn't notice. Remus did notice and he was worried. He heard her pacing the room. Looking out the window anxiously. She seemed to be muttered to herself, almost madly. Remus knew something was wrong or she was hiding something from him.
Remus gripped her shoulder, "Dora...please tell me what's wrong." she hadn't spoken, "This isn't like you. I'm sorry."
She began to cry and gave up on being stubborn, sitting close to him and letting his wrap his arms around her comfortingly, "What if something bad happened to them and we weren't there? I would never be able to live with myself if..." she sobbed, "If something terrible happened because I wasn't there. We weren't there."
"You want to see them now?" he asked, knowing her answer. She nodded, "Alright, we can go visit now. Then we'll go to the wedding."
"Thank you." she said, through her sniffles, "I... I feel kind of sick."
His eyes widened and he let go as she rushed to the bathroom. Oh God, he thought, hurrying after her. This became of a routine than an occasional thing. How could someone have a stomach bug for this long? Dora constantly said she'd talked Madam Pomfrey and that she'd be better soon. Soon, he mused, it's been three weeks.
They quickly cleaned up and decided to eat breakfast her parents'. Remus didn't think it was healthy, but his wife insisted on being there as soon as possible. They landed in front of their home. Andromeda greeted them at the door and let them inside. For the strangest reason ever, it seemed as if Ted were packing?
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