Potters Planning Pt 2
Remus POV
In silence he watched as his best friend, fully changed into a deep dark brown Deerhound, chewed on the bars of his cage. Thought by the others to have fallen asleep, he lay instead quietly observing.
His keener senses had informed him of Sirius's ongoing changes the minute he hit his first cycle of the school term. But he had kept quiet, unsure how (or if it polite) to ask.
This however, was beyond his realm of understanding. Somehow someone (probably Snape) had slipped them something that had amplified their animagus forms. But HE who did not have an animagi form because of his lycanthropy was still somehow trying to go wolf outside of the full moon. He was terrified. But there was no pain, no rippling of muscles and definitely no "Moony" (his inner wolf) rising to the surface. He was actually mostly calm. Irritated by the smell of Sirius's heat slick, but nothing uncontrollable. Hardly even aroused (on a primal level, yes, but even his instincts were not saying "need need need" or anything remotely untemperable). He found his nose telling him however, that James on the otherhand... was ready to go and jump Sirius. The agitation in him was more agititating for Remus than anything else. He lifted his head and looked down at his paws. Oh... paws?
Huh. He was indeed in wolf form. He must of made a sound for suddenly Regulus and Narcissa were staring at him and he stared right back.
"Oh wow! He's gorgeous." Narcissa exclaimed. "Look at all that fur!"
"That's a Gray Wolf! Much larger maybe? But still... that's not the form of a werewolf."
"He's a werewolf!?"
The two look at each other in wonder and concern and start talking over each other. The noise aggravating Remus's poor sensitive ears. He growls. They stop and look at him. He quiets down and calmly looks back. Gold eyes glancing between them as his ears flick and pick up the sounds of their excitement (heartbeats are a tell tale).
"Should we get someone about this?" Regulus asked.
"I can't fathom who we could ask." Narcissa mused.
Remus huffs and decidedly puts his head down and wants to actually nap. It's nice being out of his human mindset for once enough to actually enjoy this calm tempered creature form. Usually his anxiety and fears are heightened while in his werewolf form. While right now, other than mildly agitated, he just wants a nap.
So he closes his eyes. Ignores the others around him (even Peter's racing chaos of a heartbeat) and decides- yea. A nap sounds excellent, actually.
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[MEANWHILE IN ANOTHER UNIVERSE FAR IN THE FUTURE]
Hermione isolates the time dust carefully into a transfigurated crystal orb and sets about placing an illegal (without proper licensure - which she has, thank you very much, so in this case legal) incantation into it to peek into the universe from which she and Harry had incidentally traveled to.
Hours pass her by. Her eyes glued to the orb in morbid fascination.
"Her-MI-ninnnnnnyyyyyyyy"
"NO. Harry James Potter get your chaotic arse back to my office. Get out! I'll be with you in just a moment."
"I've only called your name like 80 times! What's so interesting-"
She lunges from her seat (carefully not disturbing the orb), and crosses the room to shove Harry right back out of her lab door as he starts to walk into the room.
She will go to her grave with the information she's just witnessed.
Harry Fucking Potter is chaos incarnate and No. No he shouldn't preen under that comment like that was a compliment. Dammit, Harry.
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Euphemia's POV
She was so excited to be finally within reach of having a second child! Through marriage, of course, but still. Sirius was a little chaotic, for sure, and impulsive - definitely. But these made fine traits for a Potter. After all, did she catch her Fleamont's eye being a delicate wallflower? No way!
She pranked him that first day on her transfer, she took one look at his sweet smile and thought to herself 'hmm. I need to garner his attention.'
She had charmed his glasses to make everyone, but herself, look like a house elf.
He had been in love with her since!
She stood in her husband's study, watching him drink a cup of tea and read one of his favorite daily potions articles from the 'Potioneers Operations Of the People' (Poop Articles, they had first been penned by a few of Slughorns favorites back in their school time, and added onto by a wild group of poitoneers with a wild sense of humor as they jumped across the pond and more and more added to the studies and discoveries being made).
"We will need to arrange a meeting with Orion and Walburga Black. At Gringotts, formally for a Marriage Certificate arrangement, dear."
She saw, as well as heard his tea cup rattle as it met its saucer plate in surprise. "We are?"
"Yes, dear."
"Is that why you left here in such a hurry? Did James finally get his head on right and propose courtship to Sirius?"
"When I left, Sirius was holed up with his cousin Narcissa in her private prefect rooms, because James and the other boys were under Regulus's watch until they finish up the last of their effects of a potion gone wrong."
"Ah." Fleamont barely blinked. "Sirius wasn't potioned too?"
"He was. But it affected him differently. I'll tell you the specifics later honey, for now let's get ourselves to gringotts and find out what sort of prior contracts have been left to collect dust that might be at our disposal to trap Orion and Walburga in a way they won't be able to weasel out of it, even if they do have another contract started."
"This sounds positively devious, my dear."
"If it makes our son happy."
"Of course." He stood and crossed the room. "Will we need to look into the muggle sciences for an aide to get them a child? Like we did for ourselves?"
Euphemia simply hummed, considering. "We might take Sirius to a muggle doctor at some point, as I believe that the healers here will take some liberties of judgements with his last name into consideration before anyone actually attempts to help him. I'll make a floo call later to Dorea, I believe he might benefit staying with her and Charles during the holidays and summer breaks before the marriage ceremony. They cannot be living in the same house after all."
Monty just nodded and followed behind her through the floo and on to their destination.
They made a formidable couple walking down towards the bank. Confident strides and imposing magical power.
Euphemia asked after Griphook, already mentally making a checklist of the likely back and forth they'd need to prepare to endure with Walburga.
Hopefully she could procure any past contracts that may influence their winning hand.