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How the other half lived	By : MusicLady2009 Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Het - Male/Female Views: 1880 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own any of JK Rowling's characters, places or ideas and I do not make any money off this story.

Chapter List
- 1-How the other half lived
- 2-2-3
- 3-4
- 4-5
- 5-6
- 6-7
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A/N: Be patient the takes a while to get to the sex but it will come.. I promise

Chapter One

The Friends Who Died

                BAM…BAM…BAM

                Remus Lupin sat up in his small bed in his tiny apartment. He waited, listening. Maybe if I ignore it, they will just go away… But the pounding came again, this time followed by a familiar, feminine, and decidedly frantic voice.

                BAM…BAM…BAM…BAM

                “Remus… Mooney… Get Up! I know you are in there, and I know you are in bed… get out of it and answer the bloody door before I knock it down…”

                Remus frowned and jumped out of bed… Chris never threatened if she said she would knock down the door, then the door was about to be knocked down.

“I’m coming” he called as he slipped into pants and hurried to open the door for her. When he got the door open, the sight that met his eyes worried him immensely. Christine Smith had dark brown hair that was long enough that she had to be careful not to sit on it. It was almost always up in a tight, neat braid. Chris always had a smile on her face, a laugh for everyone. She was usually found in a long skirt and a brightly colored top with big, fun jewelry that matched her mood or the season. This was not the Chris that Remus had known for nearly fifteen years, not the girl he had dated on and off for many of those, and certainly not the woman he had almost married. This was someone entirely different. Her hair was thrown in a quick, messy ponytail and there was no trace of a smile on her face. Chris’ usually bright sapphire eyes were dull, red rimmed and puffy. Her cheeks splotched pink not from laughter, but from tears.

                “Chris?” he paused to take in her appearance again, only one thing could have done this to her, “Who is it this time?” Remus asked, trying to prepare himself for the worst. They had lost so many friends through the last 11 years of fighting that he felt he could handle anything, but then again, he thought Chris could too, and here she was in this state.

                “Lilly and James” she barely managed to choke the words out as she stepped inside. “I just spoke to Dumbledore. He asked me to spread the word.” Chris collapsed onto the ratty second hand couch that took up most of the apartment’s tiny living room.

                “Tell me what happened,” he said softly, sitting down next to her and letting her curl up against him in what still felt like such a familiar pose.

                “It was late last night,” she said softly against his shoulder, the tears once again falling slowly from her eyes and soaking into his shirt, “ they didn’t have any warning at all, no one even knows how He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named found them yet.

                “And Harry? Baby Harry… is he…” Remus couldn’t finish his statement. James and Lilly were hard enough to accept. They had been so strong, had escaped so many close calls, that Remus fully expected them to easily escape the war relatively unscathed. Baby Harry was another story entirely. To all of them his birth had been a symbol that life still continued even through their hardships. He had been a little ray of light in an ever darkening world. All of them relished the letters and updates that Lilly sent to each of them as often as she could, and the small, stolen moments when James or Lilly would sneak him out of their hiding place to come and visit brought joy where it so often was hard to find. If he was gone… well… Remus wouldn’t be held responsible for his actions if Harry had so much as been injured.

                “He’s fine, Remus, better than fine actually. I mean, and don’t ask me to explain it, Dumbledore couldn’t even fully explain it to me, but somehow Harry is fine, and He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named is gone.” Chris sat back against the couch cushion, and let her head fall back, her eyes closed.

                Remus reached over and gently touched Chris’ cheek, wiping away the streaks that tears had left. Chris opened her eyes and let her gaze meet his. They looked a long time, a comfortable silence that transcended the need for words. It was a long few moments before Remus spoke, breaking the moment.

                “This is what they would have wanted. You know they didn’t go hide to save themselves. It was always all about Harry. If he is safe, then James and Lilly would be happy. And if their deaths helped bring about the destruction of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, then they would know their sacrifice was not in vain.”

                Chris nodded and closed her eyes again as Remus stood and went into the small kitchen to make coffee. He added a large dose of Brandy to each mug before handing her one.

                “This will help some,” he said as she took the steaming mug from him. “Where is Harry now?” he asks after taking a sip.

                “Dumbledore is having Hagrid take him to his aunt and uncle’s… somewhere he will be safe and normal, so he says. And Dumbledore is usually right.” She relates her information quietly, finally having come to terms with the reality of it. Lilly had been her best friend for years. They had struggled together to find their places in the magical world from the first moments on the Hogwarts Express. Lilly was probably the only reason she had passed potions. And now she is gone, and little Harry has been taken away from all of them.

                “Does Sirius know?” He asked quietly.

                “Yeah, he was on duty with me when Dumbledore showed up.” She replied taking a long sip of the warm coffee. “I am worried about him. He was angry Remus, and that always makes him stupid. He was muttering to himself and… well… laughing. And he loaned his bike to Hagrid.”

                “He did what? No one touches Betty…” Remus looked shocked, “Maybe I should go find him.”

                “Probably,” She says, exhaustion filling her voice, “If you are up to it. I still need to talk to Paige. This is just not something you send in an Owl.”

                “And I’ll make a stop at Peter’s on my way to Sirius.”

                “No need,” Chris stood as she spoke, “Siriu0s asked me to come tell you but said he would deal with Peter himself. On second thought, you may want to stop there first, he may still be there.”

                “Alright Chris...” his voice trails off.

                “Come ‘round for dinner. Apparently we are supposed to be celebrating the demise of the Dark Lord.” She let out a choked laugh.

                “I’ll bring something appropriately alcoholic,” he smiled just a little and stood to walk her to the door. She paused a moment after standing looking down into her cup at the thick, dark liquid. After a moment she raised her mug and said with a choked smile “To James and Lilly. Two of the best friends one could ask for… And to Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived”
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