Voldy, Demons, and Death Eaters! Oh My! *Editing*

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Chapter 6-Realizations through Premonitions

Around noon, Dumbledore walked out of the fireplace into the kitchen where green flames had suddenly erupted. Piper was feeding Wyatt, and Leo was giving Chris a bottle.

"Where are your sisters?" Dumbledore asked, smiling at Wyatt.

"Upstairs somewhere. They’re probably still pouting about having to get up. Why?" Piper asked. Dumbledore noticed that both she and Leo looked extraordinarily tired and wondered if it was the time change, the new situation, or both.

"I wanted to talk to all three of you together about learning how to use wand magic," he said.

"I'll get them," Leo offered. "They're not mad at me, and I'm holding the baby," he pointed out to Piper, who nodded.

"I made them wake up early this morning,” Piper explained. “I told them it was because we had to get used to the time change, but I really felt that if I had to be up, so did they," Piper said with a mischievous grin.

Leo, Phoebe, Paige, Remus, and Hermione came down the kitchen stairs a few minutes later.

"Did you sleep well?" Dumbledore asked seriously, his eyes twinkling.

"Not so much," replied Paige irritably, plopping into a chair.

"I talked to Mr. Ollivander last evening, as you know. He is picking out some wands for the three of you to try."

"Why? Can't he just give each of us one?" asked Phoebe.

"No. A wand chooses the witch or wizard, not the other way around," Hermione chimed in.

"Well, then, wouldn't it make more sense for us to go where the wands are, rather than have him bring bunches until one picks each of us?" asked Piper.

"We don't want Voldemort to know where you are. If you show up in Diagon Alley with a member of the Order or Dumbledore and a Death Eater sees you, it won't take much to realize who you are. They’ll know that we’ve figured out their plan, and we’re not ready to reveal that information yet," answered Remus.

"Well, can this Ollivander guy be trusted not to blab?" asked Paige with a yawn.

"I trust him," Dumbledore said simply. This seemed to be good enough for everyone but the sisters; however, they were also too exhausted to argue. "He will be coming around two o'clock this afternoon. Now I must go; I will see you all this evening at the meeting."

"Meeting?" echoed Phoebe.

"The Order of the Phoenix meeting that I told you about yesterday. It is scheduled for nine o'clock this evening. Good day," Dumbledore said with a smile as he Flooed out.

Phoebe pillowed her head on her crossed arms on the table and looked about ready to fall asleep.

Paige slid her arms across the table and let her head hit it with a dull thud. "I'm never gonna make it," she moaned.

"Well, I'm going to put the boys down for a nap. I think we had better all take one, or Paige's right, we're not going to make it," Piper stated.

"Really?" asked Paige excitedly, bumping into Phoebe as she sat up. "You're not gonna wake me up again, are you?" she added dangerously.

"Yes, I'm going to have to wake you up in a couple of hours when Mr. Ollivander gets here. Oh, no! I forgot to ask him who the hell was going to show us how to use the wands," Piper said, angry with herself.

"That's going to be my job," said Remus, stepping toward the sisters. Phoebe looked up at him and felt fluttering in her stomach. "Hermione is a student with exceptional grades, so she can probably help me. That is, if she wants to?" he asked, looking questioningly at Hermione.

"Of course I'll help," she said eagerly.

"Thanks, you guys. Now if you'll excuse me, my bed is screaming my name," said Paige with a yawn.

"Can you grab Wyatt for me?" asked Piper.

"Nope. Have Leo get him," Paige replied, orbing up to her room.

"She had better be in a good mood when she gets up," Piper said threateningly. "Are you coming, Phoebe?"

"Uh, no," said Phoebe, still looking at Remus. "If I sleep now, you either won't be able to wake me, or I won't sleep tonight."

Hermione looked from Remus to Phoebe as they stared at each other. A broad smile came over her face. "I've got to go and see how Harry's feeling. I'll come back when Mr. Ollivander gets here. Bye."

"Bye," Remus and Phoebe said, not really listening. Hermione, Piper, and Leo went upstairs with the boys in tow.

"Did you want to have our talk now?" Remus asked her. Even at this distance he could feel the heat radiating off of her and smell her unique sent. He knew he was in dangerous waters. He didn't start taking the Wolfsbane Potion for another three days, and he could already feel the wolf stirring inside him. It wanted her. Remus knew he should stay as far away from her as possible. He also knew that he wouldn't be able to.

"Yes," Phoebe said. His eyes had darkened while he looked at her. They were filled with hunger and something else—perhaps fear. He stalked toward her like a predator.

"Let's go up to the drawing room. It's a little more comfortable," Remus said, smiling down at her and offering his arm, which she took.

He led her up three flights of stairs, down a long hall, and opened a door, gesturing her inside with a little bow. She laughed and preceded him. Phoebe looked around the room. There was a writing desk, a chair, a couch, and two windows with very old draperies. There was also something stuck along the far wall, and she started toward it to investigate, but Remus took her hand to lead her to the couch. Just having him in the room alone with her was making her nervous and excited.

Has it been that long since I’ve been with a man, or is it just this man? she thought to herself. "Did you go to Dumbledore's school like the kids here?" Phoebe asked Remus.

"Yes. Harry's father was one of my best friends. There were four of us. Everyone called us the Marauders," Remus said. Phoebe laughed. "I'm the only true one left," he added sadly. Phoebe's laughter died, and her mouth hung open in shock.

"But, you're still so young! I mean Dumbledore told us what happened to Harry's parents, but what happened to the other two?"

"Peter Pettigrew, one of our friends, was the one who betrayed James and Lily's whereabouts to Voldemort. He’s still in his service as far as I know. Sirius Black, Harry's godfather, was blamed and sent to prison. He escaped three years ago and was…" Remus sighed sadly, obviously fighting the painful emotions rising in him. "Sirius was killed trying to save Harry from Death Eaters almost two months ago."

"Oh, God, I'm so sorry. Our oldest sister Prue, Prudence, was killed by the Source's personal assassin, Shax. I know what it's like to lose someone close to you. If you need anything, please tell me," Phoebe said earnestly, putting her hand over his.

Phoebe gasped, and her body tensed as images started to flash behind her closed eyes.

~*~*~*~*~*~

She saw a little boy looking for something in the dark. A huge wolf with yellow eyes jumped out of a nearby bush. It attacked the child, biting him and scratching at his tiny body, trying to kill him. The pain was horrible, and she didn't realize that she had screamed. A man and a woman with wands came running out of a nearby house, screaming and driving the wolf from the now still body. Blood was everywhere. The man knelt down.

"He's still alive. We have to Apparate him to St. Mungo's."

The mother was sobbing uncontrollably. The father picked up the limp, bloody form, and they disappeared with a crack.

The premonition changed, and she saw a teenage Remus lying on a dusty floor, sweating and screaming in pain. She could feel his pain as the bones in his body broke and reformed. His organs shifted, and fur grew out of his skin. He was becoming the wolf. By now she was sobbing.

Suddenly, the picture changed again. Remus was on top of her, deep inside her. They were on a bed making passionate, powerful, breathtaking love.

Her premonition jumped again to a picture of herself. Her body was sore, but she felt happier than she ever had in her life. She was holding a squirming bundle wrapped in a pink blanket with the triquetra, the sign of the Halliwell line, embroidered on it. She was in a hospital room—in a hospital bed—with Remus next to her. The baby girl she held had her hand wrapped around his pinkie finger.

He kissed the top of Phoebe's head, saying, "I love you, baby."

~*~*~*~

Remus didn't know what to do. When she'd touched him, she'd gone rigid, and her eyes snapped shut. For a few seconds, she stayed that way even though he called her name. Then, she had screamed in pain and fear. She started to whimper and then began to sob. Remus was afraid to move but thought that he needed to get help. When she let out a moan, he was confused. A moment later, tears still streaming down her face, she smiled, realization dawning on her face.

Phoebe came out of her vision and opened her eyes to look into Remus' very concerned ones.

"Why didn't you tell me you’re a werewolf?" Phoebe asked. She watched shame, anger, defiance, and finally defeated acceptance run across his face.

"That was a premonition, I take it? You scared me. I thought you were having some kind of fit," Remus said, trying to buy himself time. "I didn't tell you because when I looked into your eyes for the first time, I saw something. I'm not even sure what it was, but if I believed in love at first sight, I would say that’s what it was. I was afraid if I blurted out, 'I'm a werewolf,' that you and your sisters would be afraid of me," he admitted grudgingly.

"The full moon isn't for a little over a week, so there's no need to fear you, yet," Phoebe said thoughtfully. "What kind of precautions do you take?"

Although Remus was feeling extremely exposed and embarrassed, he did notice that she didn’t seem to be at all afraid. Pleasure filled his entire body. Maybe there was still a chance.

"I take Wolfsbane Potion for the week before the full moon. It allows me to keep my own mind, instead of being wholly taken over by the wolf. During the full moon, I stay locked in my room, in case the potion doesn't work for some reason. Even with it, I still transform, but I stay me."

"Hhmmm...," Phoebe said. She was wondering if she should tell him about the other part of her premonition. He had just basically said that he was falling in love with her; he might be able to take it. Remus seemed to read her mind.

"During you’re visions, you screamed and started to cry. Then, you, uh, moaned. In the end, you smiled like you had seen something wonderful."

"When I screamed, I was probably watching the attack. I could feel what it was doing to you," Phoebe said, looking stricken, tears filling her eyes once again.

"I was very young, Phoebe. Don't cry, I don't even remember it," Remus said, wiping a tear off her cheek. Phoebe caught his hand and kissed his palm. Holding his hand in both of hers, she brought them to her lap.

"I saw you transforming, felt your bones breaking and your organs shifting. Here I thought having cramps, bloating, and strange cravings once a month was bad," she said, trying to stop the images she saw in her head. "It takes an incredible amount of strength to go through what you do every month. I have a great deal of respect for you," Phoebe said, looking into his eyes. Suddenly, she remembered the next part of her vision and, blushing, turned away.

"Uh, the next thing I saw… Um, when I moaned… It was in pleasure. I saw—I felt—us, having sex," Phoebe said in a rush. She felt a rush of desire course through her at the memory. He looked very surprised, and she plunged ahead, afraid to stop. "We were incredible together. I've never felt anything like it."

Remus saw her nipples contract and harden with the intensity of the memory. He could smell her arousal, and it was making him crazy.

"The last thing I saw was myself, sore and tired, sitting in a hospital bed with you next to me," Phoebe said. Remus looked alarmed. Was she going to die and leave him soon? "No, I was alright," Phoebe said quickly, seeing the look on his face. "I was holding a baby girl—our baby girl. I've seen her in two previous visions. That was why I thought I knew you; she's going to have your eyes," Phoebe said, wondering how he would take this bit of news.

Remus was looking at their hands intertwined on her lap. He had always figured that he would never marry or have children because of his condition. Yet this woman was telling him that not only did she want him, but she was going to bear his child. There just had to be a mistake. He looked up and saw fear in her eyes. She was afraid that he didn't want her?

“Are you sure?" Remus asked.

"Yes.”

"Come here," he growled at her, surprising her as he grabbed both her wrists and pulled her roughly into his lap. He put his hands on either side of her face and brought his mouth down on hers.

Phoebe could feel his hardness against her thigh and broke the kiss long enough to resettle her body over his lap. He groaned and bucked his hips under her. Phoebe's breaths were already coming in gasps as Remus reclaimed her mouth again and took hold of her hips, guiding her back and forth across his hardness.

Remus ran his tongue across her lips, which she parted instantly, meeting his tongue with her own. He moved his hands up and under her shirt to unbuckle her bra. Pushing up her shirt, he broke the kiss to claim her breast with his mouth. Her hands caught in his hair, urging him on, as he rolled his tongue around her hardened peak before sucking it into his mouth.

Phoebe moaned and moved her hands from his hair to the buttons on his shirt, pulling them apart. Neither of them heard the footsteps outside the door because they were so wrapped up in each other.

"Remus? Phoebe? Are you in here?" Molly asked as she opened the door, causing them to jump and Phoebe to pull down her shirt.

"Oh, my! I'm so sorry. I-I-I didn't know!" Molly exclaimed, as embarrassed as the two she had caught. "Mr. Ollivander's here, and we were trying to find all of you, and this was one of the last places..." Molly rambled, hands over her face.

Remus and Phoebe exchanged guilty looks. He kissed her once more before helping her to her feet. They quickly readjusted their clothing as Molly started lecturing.

"It could have been one of the children who walked in on you. Don't you both have bedrooms if you want to fornicate?"

"Yes, Molly. It wasn't planned though," Remus defended feebly.

"I'm sorry. We'll make sure that we're not where anyone can walk in on us next time," Phoebe said.

They must have sounded properly ashamed because, after they spoke, she removed her hands from her face and studied them both for a few seconds. A slow smile spread over her face, and she said, "We better not keep them waiting, or your sisters will worry." Her eyes were twinkling happily. Phoebe and Remus glanced at each other, smiling, then took hands and preceded Molly out the door.