Home is Where the Heart Is
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Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
9
Views:
2,263
Reviews:
8
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Time to Fly
~ Disclaimer: I own nothing but what springs from my imagination. Remus Lupin, Hogwarts, and the rest of the Potterverse are the property and the children of JK Rowling. ~
Home is Where the Heart Is
Chapter 1: Time to Fly
Remus Lupin stood alongside the dusty Nevada road on a scorching midsummer day and awaited a passing car. He was dressed in je wor work boots, and a faded gray t-shirt, his dusty light brown hair flecked with gray hung down past his shoulders. A pair of Ray Ban sunglasses shaded his hazel eyes. He was tired. He had spent the previous few nights running wild in the foothills under the full moon. He had been running for what seemed like forever. Once the Order of the Phoenix had assisted in the defeat of Lord Voldemort, he found himself with nothing to do. He couldn’t get a job, thanks to the anti-werewolf legislation the Ministry had passed. His best friend and fellow Marauder, Sirius Black, was dead. That left him the last of the Marauders. Remus had never taken the time to grieve. He had lost many people close to him during the Wizarding War. He thought it best to take off, simply leave. They were all better off without him anyway. So he had spent the past year and a half traveling the Muggle world. Thanks to Severus Snape, potions master at Hogwarts, he’d had enough Wolfsbane potion until his backpack was stolen in Vegas. He knew then that it was time to face the wizarding world again. It was time to go home. He wasn’t safe to be around without the potion. All he had to do was make it to Wizard Springs, a small wizarding community on the Nevada border, and he could contact the only person who had ever believed in his worth, who had completely overlooked his being a werewolf. Albus Dumbledore, headmaster at Hogwarts. It was Dumbledore who had championed him for prefect when he was student. It was Dumbledore who hired him to teach Defense against the Dark Arts when no one else would so much as hire him to clean toilets. Dumbledore always treated him as a man, not as a beast. Remus’ sensitive ears picked up the sound of a truck coming down the road. He stuck out his thumb and was pleased when the 18-wheeler slowed down and stopped.
“Where you headed?” asked the driver, who looked about 15 years older than Remus, “I’m hitting route 15.”
“I’m heading for Mesquite, Nevada,” answered Remus.
“Passing right through Mite.ite. Not a problem to drop you there.”
“Thanks.”
Remus settled into the cab of the truck and gazed out the window.
“Got a name?” enquired the driver, “Mine’s Mack.”
“Remy,” replied Remus, using the name he had been traveling under.
“Got business in Mesquite?”
“Kinda.”
“There’s some sandwiches in the cooler,” said Mack, “wife made ‘em this mng. ng. You look starved. Minnie would kick my ass if I didn’t feed you.”
“No thanks,” mumbled Remus.
“Not taking no for an answer. You eat, and then you sleep. I’ll wake you when we hit Mesquite.”
Remus gave Mack a small smile and helped himself to a sandwich and a soda. He had to admit; he did feel better after having eaten. Mack made him eat another sandwich, and Remus found himself drifting off as the 18-wheeler headed towards Wizard Springs, reachable through an alleyway in Mesquite. He awoke from his dreamless sleep to Mack gently shaking his shoulder.
“We’re in Mesquite, I believe you want the third alleyway down from the bus station.”
Remus sat up startled, “Excuse me?”
“You want Wizard Springs, right?”
“How did you…”
“Wife’s a witch, I’m not. She’s a seer, told me to look out for you and insisted I feed you. Headin’ home, are you?”
“Yeah, I am. Well, the only place that’s ever felt like home to me.”
“Good luck, there. Safe journey,” said Mack, shaking Remus’ hand.
Remus stared off after Mack as the truck barreled down the highway. He shook his head and made his way down the third alley from the bus station. He looked around and took out his wand, grateful that he kept it close to him and not in his backpack. He waved his wand three times and whispered “acclaro”. The brick wall shimmered and a door revealed itself. Remus opened the door and stepped into Wizard Springs.
The American wizarding town smacked of the Old West. He looked around as he walked down the main street looking for the owl post. Much to his surprise, a little wizard in full robes came running up to him.
“Remus Lupin?” he asked.
“Um…”
“Of course you’re Remus Lupin. You have several posts waiting for you. One parcel apparated here four days ago. Come on, come on.”
Remus followed the little wizard to the owl post. He was handed a stack of rolledchmechments and a square parcel that was addressed in the familiar perfect scrawl of Severus Snape. He sat in a corner of the post and opened the parcel first. He smiled as he read the enclosed note.
I’m sure you’ve misplaced some of your potion, knowing you. In any event, here’s a new supply. Try not to waste it as it is quite a bother to brew it and the prolonging catalyst is rather expensive.
The rest of the parchments were from those he’d left behind. An update from Harry Potter, a plea to come home from Hermione Granger, best wishes from Molly Weasley, some Quidditch clippings from Ron Weasley, a short note questioning his manhood from Nymphadora Tonks, and an invitation from Albus Dumbledore to return to Hogwarts. Enclosed was a temporary International Apparating License. Remus wondered whom he had to trick to get that out of the Ministry. Remus looked around for the little wizard who had shown him to the post. He spied him behind a stack of magazines.
“Um, excuse me? Can you tell me where I can safely apparate from?” he asked.
“Yes yes. International Apparating from the Apparation Station at the end of Main Street. I would imagine you want International due to your accent…British is it?”
“Yes, it is.”
“Thought so. Listen, I know it’s a longshot, but have you ever heard of a wizard named Kingsley Shacklebolt? Worked for your Ministry as an Auror I believe?”
“Yeah, I’ve heard of him. Fine wizard.”
“So he made it through the Voldemort thing?”
“Yeah, he did,” smiled Remus.
“That’s a relief. Met him a few times when I was doing some work in London. Will you be departing today?”
“Immediately, if possible.”
“Of course. Good luck to you.”
“If I see Shacklebolt, should I tell him you were asking after him?”
“Please. Tell him Garth Puddlewood said hello.”
Remus nodded and gathered his parcels, shrinking the package from Snape and stowing it in his pocket. He headed down Main Street, feeling a bit of trepidation. He was heading home, after being away for a year and a half. In spite of the invitation from Dumbledore, would he really be welcome? And was Hogwarts even home anymore? Remus stepped into the Apparation Station, showed his temporary license to the clerk, and disapparated from Wizard Springs.
Home is Where the Heart Is
Chapter 1: Time to Fly
Remus Lupin stood alongside the dusty Nevada road on a scorching midsummer day and awaited a passing car. He was dressed in je wor work boots, and a faded gray t-shirt, his dusty light brown hair flecked with gray hung down past his shoulders. A pair of Ray Ban sunglasses shaded his hazel eyes. He was tired. He had spent the previous few nights running wild in the foothills under the full moon. He had been running for what seemed like forever. Once the Order of the Phoenix had assisted in the defeat of Lord Voldemort, he found himself with nothing to do. He couldn’t get a job, thanks to the anti-werewolf legislation the Ministry had passed. His best friend and fellow Marauder, Sirius Black, was dead. That left him the last of the Marauders. Remus had never taken the time to grieve. He had lost many people close to him during the Wizarding War. He thought it best to take off, simply leave. They were all better off without him anyway. So he had spent the past year and a half traveling the Muggle world. Thanks to Severus Snape, potions master at Hogwarts, he’d had enough Wolfsbane potion until his backpack was stolen in Vegas. He knew then that it was time to face the wizarding world again. It was time to go home. He wasn’t safe to be around without the potion. All he had to do was make it to Wizard Springs, a small wizarding community on the Nevada border, and he could contact the only person who had ever believed in his worth, who had completely overlooked his being a werewolf. Albus Dumbledore, headmaster at Hogwarts. It was Dumbledore who had championed him for prefect when he was student. It was Dumbledore who hired him to teach Defense against the Dark Arts when no one else would so much as hire him to clean toilets. Dumbledore always treated him as a man, not as a beast. Remus’ sensitive ears picked up the sound of a truck coming down the road. He stuck out his thumb and was pleased when the 18-wheeler slowed down and stopped.
“Where you headed?” asked the driver, who looked about 15 years older than Remus, “I’m hitting route 15.”
“I’m heading for Mesquite, Nevada,” answered Remus.
“Passing right through Mite.ite. Not a problem to drop you there.”
“Thanks.”
Remus settled into the cab of the truck and gazed out the window.
“Got a name?” enquired the driver, “Mine’s Mack.”
“Remy,” replied Remus, using the name he had been traveling under.
“Got business in Mesquite?”
“Kinda.”
“There’s some sandwiches in the cooler,” said Mack, “wife made ‘em this mng. ng. You look starved. Minnie would kick my ass if I didn’t feed you.”
“No thanks,” mumbled Remus.
“Not taking no for an answer. You eat, and then you sleep. I’ll wake you when we hit Mesquite.”
Remus gave Mack a small smile and helped himself to a sandwich and a soda. He had to admit; he did feel better after having eaten. Mack made him eat another sandwich, and Remus found himself drifting off as the 18-wheeler headed towards Wizard Springs, reachable through an alleyway in Mesquite. He awoke from his dreamless sleep to Mack gently shaking his shoulder.
“We’re in Mesquite, I believe you want the third alleyway down from the bus station.”
Remus sat up startled, “Excuse me?”
“You want Wizard Springs, right?”
“How did you…”
“Wife’s a witch, I’m not. She’s a seer, told me to look out for you and insisted I feed you. Headin’ home, are you?”
“Yeah, I am. Well, the only place that’s ever felt like home to me.”
“Good luck, there. Safe journey,” said Mack, shaking Remus’ hand.
Remus stared off after Mack as the truck barreled down the highway. He shook his head and made his way down the third alley from the bus station. He looked around and took out his wand, grateful that he kept it close to him and not in his backpack. He waved his wand three times and whispered “acclaro”. The brick wall shimmered and a door revealed itself. Remus opened the door and stepped into Wizard Springs.
The American wizarding town smacked of the Old West. He looked around as he walked down the main street looking for the owl post. Much to his surprise, a little wizard in full robes came running up to him.
“Remus Lupin?” he asked.
“Um…”
“Of course you’re Remus Lupin. You have several posts waiting for you. One parcel apparated here four days ago. Come on, come on.”
Remus followed the little wizard to the owl post. He was handed a stack of rolledchmechments and a square parcel that was addressed in the familiar perfect scrawl of Severus Snape. He sat in a corner of the post and opened the parcel first. He smiled as he read the enclosed note.
I’m sure you’ve misplaced some of your potion, knowing you. In any event, here’s a new supply. Try not to waste it as it is quite a bother to brew it and the prolonging catalyst is rather expensive.
The rest of the parchments were from those he’d left behind. An update from Harry Potter, a plea to come home from Hermione Granger, best wishes from Molly Weasley, some Quidditch clippings from Ron Weasley, a short note questioning his manhood from Nymphadora Tonks, and an invitation from Albus Dumbledore to return to Hogwarts. Enclosed was a temporary International Apparating License. Remus wondered whom he had to trick to get that out of the Ministry. Remus looked around for the little wizard who had shown him to the post. He spied him behind a stack of magazines.
“Um, excuse me? Can you tell me where I can safely apparate from?” he asked.
“Yes yes. International Apparating from the Apparation Station at the end of Main Street. I would imagine you want International due to your accent…British is it?”
“Yes, it is.”
“Thought so. Listen, I know it’s a longshot, but have you ever heard of a wizard named Kingsley Shacklebolt? Worked for your Ministry as an Auror I believe?”
“Yeah, I’ve heard of him. Fine wizard.”
“So he made it through the Voldemort thing?”
“Yeah, he did,” smiled Remus.
“That’s a relief. Met him a few times when I was doing some work in London. Will you be departing today?”
“Immediately, if possible.”
“Of course. Good luck to you.”
“If I see Shacklebolt, should I tell him you were asking after him?”
“Please. Tell him Garth Puddlewood said hello.”
Remus nodded and gathered his parcels, shrinking the package from Snape and stowing it in his pocket. He headed down Main Street, feeling a bit of trepidation. He was heading home, after being away for a year and a half. In spite of the invitation from Dumbledore, would he really be welcome? And was Hogwarts even home anymore? Remus stepped into the Apparation Station, showed his temporary license to the clerk, and disapparated from Wizard Springs.