More Plans
"That depends on you Draco," Alyssa replied cautiously, "If you wish, you can still call me Auntie, and Remus would be your Uncle Moony, like he is for Harry."
"Or you could call me dad or papa, and Alyssa mum or mama, whatever you feel comfortable with Draco," Remus added, still stroking the boy's silky hair. Draco opened his mouth to respond, but was cut off by Harry and Severus returning with a potion.
"Here Aunt Lyss," Harry said, handing her the vial of silver liquid and smiling at Draco, "Papa said the potion will make you feel better."
"Thank you Harry," she smiled, gently carding her fingers through his messy black hair before she took the vial and swallowed the potion, grimacing at the taste.
"How will the adoption go through?" Sirius asked as Severus settled back into his chair, Harry going back to his blocks.
"What do you mean Padfoot?" Remus asked, watching Draco slide off Alyssa's lap to go play with Harry. "After the Malfoy's are arrested, he'll need a guardian. I doubt Andromedea will fight us when we decide to adopt him, and Bellatrix can't."
"True, none of their family can protest, but what about the Ministry? Have you forgotten Fudge's policy regarding werewolves?" Sirius retorted.
Remus winced. "No I haven't forgotten."
Alyssa gently squeezed his hand. "We'll think of something love," she said, laying her head against his shoulder, relaxing as the potion took effect.
"You're becoming increasingly optimistic my dear," Remus said, smirking slightly when Alyssa glared at him.
"I'm being realistic wolf," she retorted, "If we are unable to adopt him, then we'll think of something else. Either way, I'm not going to break my promise to him. However, that is a secondary concern."
"Oh?" Severus asked, "And what is our primary concern?"
"Relocating," his sister answered simply, "We're too vulnerable here. True, they can't get through our wards, but they've proven that there are ways around that."
"Don't remind me," Remus muttered, his arms tightening around her once more.
"I have a house in Germany," Sirius said after a moment of thought, "It's not fancy, but it's big enough for all of us."
"We wouldn't have to be there long," Alyssa said, noticing the look on Remus's face and correctly guessing the reason behind the expression. Germany's werewolf laws were as bad as Britain's.
"Put a sign up in the apothecary, saying we're going on vacation," Severus said, "You two would have to take time off. While we're hiding in Germany, we can start filing suit against Lucius. If we complain to both the American and British Ministries, something will be done."
"As long as we're not accused of kidnapping," Alyssa muttered.
"You won't be Aunt Lyss," Harry said smiling, "Say you adopted Draco when Papa adopted me."
"We'd need papers to prove that Harry, and that's a lie anyway," Alyssa said calmly, smirking at the little boy's plan. Dear Merlin, I shudder to think what he and Draco will come up with. "You're plan will work while we blend in in Germany, but not when we go to trial."
"Will we be allowed custody of him after the trial Lyss?" Remus asked worriedly, "With my lycanthropy…"
Draco noticed the despairing tone in the wizard's tone and looked at him curiously. "Why is he so sad?" Draco asked Harry curiously.
"Cause where we used to live, people didn't like Uncle Moony. They said he was mean, but he's not," Harry said adamantly, "He's the best uncle ever, and he'll be a good Papa to the baby."
Alyssa had been listening to the boy's conversation while debating their new names with the others, and she was suddenly suspicious. "Harry, what baby are you talking about?"
Harry looked at her like she was slightly slow. "You're baby Aunt Lyss," he said calmly, "Padfoot told us about it yesterday when you were gone."
"Oh he did?" Alyssa said, glaring at the Animangus, who was suddenly wishing that he was elsewhere. "Now why would Padfoot do that, when he knew full well that I wasn't going to tell Remus for another two weeks?"
"Uh…Well…The thing is," Sirius stammered, "I didn't mean to…It just slipped out…"
"Of course it did," Alyssa sighed, sounding more resigned than angry. Why did I know that the mutt would ruin everything?
"Why didn't you tell me right away Lyss?" Remus asked curiously, diverting her attention.
"Because I know you Remy," Alyssa sighed, "And I know that the first concern you would have is about your lycanthropy. I have a prenatal appointment on the fourteenth, which is our anniversary. I'll be three months along, and that's when they test for all inherited magical ailments, lycanthropy included. I didn't want to tell you until I could assure you that you didn't have to worry."
"But you've worried," Remus objected.
"No, I haven't," Alyssa replied, "Because I actually believe what I have been telling you for the past two years. The chances of you passing on the trait are 10-15%. If you inherited the gene, then the chances would be much higher, the same if you would have married another werewolf. And even if our child does inherit that gene, he or she will be fine. We'll give them Wolfsbane during the full moon, just like we do you. Your 'furry little problem' isn't a problem Remus."
"Listen to her Lupin," Severus advised, "Lyssa's been studying werewolves since second year, and she's right; being a werewolf doesn't make you evil."
"Father said all werewolves were bad," Draco piped up, "But he was bad and he always lied, so I think he was lying about that too. You're nice, and would be a good Papa."
Everyone looked at the little boy in astonishment.
"Well Remy," Alyssa said after a moment, "If you won't listen to me, maybe you'll listen to your nephew and future son, because both of them apparently know what they're talking about." She was smiling, even though she was shocked as hell, because Draco's defense gave Remus's confidence a boost, something she'd been doing since they'd gotten together.
"Draco's right, even though his way of saying it is a bit unusual," Sirius said, smirking. "So, we should all start packing for a vacation and firecall our bosses?"
The other adults nodded. Yes, a vacation would be a good idea. They would have time to plot and plan, to ensure that Malfoy and his cohorts didn't succeed in their sinister plans. You could almost feel sorry for them; they had no idea what they were up against. I'm talking about the Malfoys, of course.