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Batch 10 - The Phantom Librarian
Spewing out too many words since November 2003
Batch 10
Ha! And I reach page 2. Of five.

I would LOVE a story about the Order finding the attack on Lily and James. After reading the above-mentioned ficlet, I imagined Remus walking through the rubble that night, but whoever you envision is who I'd like to see.
for Lady Stratford

Albus Dumbledore paused at the gate. There were other matters to attend to, and of course, Sirius would have to be found so he could explain how the Fidelius Charm had gone wrong, but this matter had to come first. There were respects to pay.

He took a deep breath and went up to the cottage. The damage didn't look bad from the road, though the back corner of the house was blown out, leaving Harry's nursery open to the elements. Someone had put the fire out. The bodies wouldn't look bad, either--the Death Curse did no visible damage. They would just be lying there. Exposed.

Dumbledore stopped at the door, preparing himself.

The door opened.

Remus Lupin was sitting in the parlor, his wand raised, guarding James's body. At some point, he must have carried Lily downstairs as well, as she was now lying beside her husband.

"It's Dumbledore," Albus said. "Before you came to school, you hid--"

"I believe it's you," Remus said, not lowering his wand. "What happened? What happened here? They were meant to be under the Fidelius Charm."

"The Secret Keeper must have revealed their whereabouts."

Remus shook his head. "No... I can't believe... Sirius wouldn't..." He looked at James and gathered himself. "Where's Harry?"

"Harry is with Hagrid while I make arrangements for his care."

"I'll take him."

"No, Remus. I have somewhere safer in mind."

Remus looked like he might put up a fight, but there was no real fight in him. He swallowed. "Where is Sirius?"

"We're looking for him."

"Right. Of course. Is Peter with you?"

"He wasn't at home when I left. I imagined I might find him here with you."

"No. I haven't seen him for days."

"Did you put the fire out?"

"No." Remus frowned. "I wonder if he's already been here. I heard it from a passing stranger. What if he heard it that way as well? He'd know what it meant..."

"What do you mean?"

"You don't think he'd go after Sirius on his own, do you? He's no match." He put his hands over his face and dug his fingers in. "God, I can't believe I'm having this conversation! Sirius wouldn't... but he has to have..."

"I hope that when we find him, he'll have a solid explanation to offer."

"He could be dead," Remus tried. "When a Secret-Keeper dies..."

"He's been seen since the attack. Hagrid saw him, and borrowed his motorbike."

Remus just shook his head and stared at the carpet. "I'll help you find him," he said. "I don't know him as well as I thought, but I know his haunts, I know..."

"You are in no condition to hunt for anyone," Albus said. "And you will help me more by seeing to James and Lily. They shouldn't lie here on the floor, forgotten. Take care of them. There's an empty plot near my family's. See them there."

There was no answer.


He nodded. "Yes. All right. I'll see them there."

Dora Lupin (II) and possibly her friend Elhanan Matthews, interacting with the portrait of Remus and Dora Lupin (I). The existentialism alone would be mind-boggling. :P
for daksian

Elhanan had some notion that Dora was, as Dad put it, "not in any particular financial pain," but until he actually got to Marauder's Roost, he hadn't had a real grip on the thing. They'd gone to the Apparition point with Professor Potter, and arrived at a private boat slip, on an island where precisely three families, all related to Dora, lived. Professor Potter lived in a large house (with an odd little run-down lean-to attached to it), but up at the top of the hill was a huge, new... castle was the word that came to Elhanan's mind. It wasn't like any castle he'd seen (perhaps some small palaces, but no castles). There was no moat, no high towers going up as there were at Hogwarts, no banners flying in the wind--but all of those things seemed to be implied in the lines of the place. There was one high tower--Dora said it was her parents' bedroom--that would command a view of the sea for miles in every direction, and the parapets looked like battlements if you looked at them long enough.

In fact, he had been looking at it for quite a long time, and she'd got quite a bit ahead of him.

"Come on!" she called. "I want you to meet my family!"

Elhanan shook off the image and followed her up the hill, catching up with her at the door. The Lupin family descended on them--they were supposed to be later, and would have come in by Floo if Dora hadn't thought to ask Professor Potter for a lift--and there was an agreeable, if somewhat disconcerting, time of meeting eight brothers and sisters, three in-laws, a niece and two nephews, both of her parents, her "Grandmere," and Harry Potter, who was related to the Lupins somehow, but Elhanan was unable to ascertain just how. He bade farewell rather quickly to go visit his son--Professor Potter--but said he and the rest would be up for supper later.

"Granny Tonks will be up later," she said when they'd dissipated. "I thought she might already be here, but I suppose she had an editorial meeting. Would you like to meet my Granny and Granddad Lupin?"

Elhanan raised his eyebrows. "Your, er... aren't they... well..."

"Dead, yes. Their portrait, though. It's my favorite." She took his hand and led him from the guest parlor, which was well appointed and quite posh, into a chaotic looking family room, where half-finished games and projects were stacked on tables, and photographs and portraits lined the walls. "Mum's always trying to straighten up in here," Dora said, "but we all manage to de-organize quickly enough. I hope you don't mind."

"No. Of course not. Who are all of the portraits?"

"Well, we got quite a few of the Black portraits, and the Delacours--that's Grandmere's family--sent some as well, so if you speak French, this would be a good chance to practice."


"Here they are," she said, stopping at a large canvas. It showed a kitchen with stairs that led up into

(the entrance hall)

some shadowed realm. There were rows of cauldrons hanging on the ceiling, and one simmering near the fire, with


a potion brewing eternally in it. On the table were the remains of a take away meal, and an empty chair sat behind it.

"The chair's for Sirius Black," Dora said. "He can go back and forth between here and Uncle Harry's place. So can Granddad." She waved.

At the forefront of the picture was a couple, dancing. They were both dressed Muggle-style. She had bright pink hair and was very young. He was middle-aged, and had brown, gray-streaked hair. He spun her, and she lost her balance and tripped toward the frame, at which point she noticed them. "Remus, look who's back from school!" she said.

The man turned, shifting the lines of the paint, and smiled. Elhanan blinked at him. "I swear I've met you before," he said. "Do you have a portrait somewhere else?"

"At Harry's," the man said. "But I don't think I've seen you there."

"You haven't," Dora said. "Elhanan, these are my grandparents, Remus and Dora Lupin. This is my friend Elhanan."

"Pleased to meet you," Dora's grandmother said. "Sorry for my grand entrance--it must be Teddy's mad idea of a joke to paint me dancing; I trip over my own feet."

"It's quite all right," Elhanan told her. "Why is your hair pink?"

"Would you like another color?" It turned blue, then red, then went back to pink. "This one's my favorite, though."

"It looks nice," Elhanan said. He couldn't think of anything else to say, so he came up with, "You know, dancing's not too hard. You don't want to just keep falling out of it, right?"

"Oh, people have tried to teach me. I think that one"--she pointed to her husband--"is the only one who didn't. Which is too bad, as he was always a phenomenal teacher."

"I knew my limits," Remus Lupin said.

"Oh, it's easy," Dora--Elhanan's Dora--said, then took Elhanan's hand. "Look, like this..."

She stepped backward, and Elhanan took the lead in the dance. "Er... just, let your feet go. Like Dora's doing... "

"If I can, you can," Dora said.

The pair in the painting, took position for the opening steps.

Elhanan counted out the beats.

They danced.

how about a Reg/Lily interaction with DoraII/Elhanan
for chienar

Regulus did his best not to think about what he considered "the world before."

He didn't go so far as to pretend to believe the back story he'd made up for himself--Sirius's illegitimate son, born to a woman he'd known during his fugitive year, hidden away in Muggle society until Teddy had "discovered" him. It was an absurd story to anyone who thought about it, as any magical birth in the country was recorded at Hogwarts. But there had been remarkably little questioning of it, which helped Regulus keep his mind in the present, not in the disappeared world of his actual childhood. As the years had passed, and he and Lily had created their own present, their own family, it had seemed to become almost a dream, barely remembered.

But there was something about the boy.

Dora had brought him along for Harry's birthday party, and Regulus found his eyes going back to him over and over. There was something. He couldn't put his finger on it, but every time the boy moved or laughed, or stood casually by Dora's side, Regulus found his mind leaping back to his Hogwarts years. He could feel the hard benches at the tables, and hear the hard, forced laughter of his friends in Slytherin. He could see, in his mind's eye, the Gryffindor table, where Sirius and his friends lounged like young gods.


No one else seemed to notice anything amiss (though he thought Harry might have stolen a glance or two). Lily was over there with them now, laughing amiably with Dora.

Regulus went over to join them.

"...so I told Scops," Lily was saying, "that the real question on haunting rights was whether or not we have the right to regulate where ghosts live at all. He said that we always have; I said that doesn't make it right. Oh, hello, darling, I was wondering where you'd been keeping yourself. Have you met Dora's friend Elhanan?"

"No, I haven't," Regulus said, and extended his hand. "My name is Regulus Black."

The boy smiled faintly (again, Regulus's mind took him back to Hogwarts for some reason, to a day on the Quidditch pitch when Sirius had dragged him into the Gryffindor stands to watch James), and said, "Elhanan Matthews. Pleased to meet you."

"Elhanan's been keeping up with the argument about ghost rights," Lily said, delighted.

"I've been talking about with Dora," Elhanan said.

Dora nodded. "It just doesn't seem right, telling ghosts where they can go and not go."

Lily smiled wickedly. Scops Malfoy wasn't the only one she'd been arguing this case with. Regulus rolled his eyes. "Never mind people's rights to their own homes."

"We let the Hogboon stay!" Dora protested.

"Not in the house, you don't," Regulus said.

"I never thought about that. It's not really fair, is it?"

"What's a Hogboon?" Elhanan asked.

"Family guardian spirit. It's somewhere on Dad's side."

Elhanan looked lost, and Regulus thought of the only time Sirius had brought his friends home. They'd gone into the parlor and Sirius had mocked the family tree, and why was he thinking of it just now?"

"There's an argument to be made there," Lily said. "Is a hogboon a beast or a being? But ghosts are beings. They can enter into agreements."

"And they did enter into agreements," Regulus pointed out.

Elhanan frowned. "I suppose... well, if it's sort of like making an agreement about where they can live..."

"El!" Dora shook her head, frustrated.

He started to argue, then just shrugged.

Regulus thought of James and Sirius taunting Severus. He remembered thinking that they wouldn't listen to anyone except Lupin, and he did nothing, never stood up, just...

But that didn't make sense.

Elhanan gathered himself. "Well, I only think that if Mr. Black is right, and it's an agreement--well, when you live in one place, it's sort of an agreement to not just wander into someone else's place. Should ghosts have more rights than we have? Or should we have the right to just walk into someone else's house?"

Regulus shook off the images in his head, and--now that he had a potential ally--committed himself to the argument.

How about something between Remus and McGonagall during PoA? Preferrably dealing with something about Harry?
for scopart

"You know," Remus said, "I didn't really believe your letter when you said you'd put him on the team in his first year. I thought perhaps you were--"

"Just imagining James?" Minerva finished, with a knowing smile. "Yes, that might have occurred to me as well, except that I didn't realize it was Potter until I got down to the grounds and saw the others cheering him. All I knew was that there was a first year who I needed on my team."

"Rules be damned?"


He laughed. There was a certain absurdity to sitting at tea with the strictest professor his youth and hearing her agree that rules were unimportant in the quest for the Quidditch Cup. Sirius had always said that McGonagall was probably--

The smile faded from his lips. Bloody Sirius.

"Are you all right?"

"Yes, fine." He took a sip of his tea. "He's a good student, too. Very different from James or Lily. Not that they weren't good students, of course, but... well, you remember them. James just assumed he knew everything, and Lily was always leading discussions. I wouldn't know how bright Harry is if I didn't read his homework and his essays."

"He does good work in my class, but I haven't noticed any brilliance in his essays."

"I assigned some work on the Red Caps," Remus said. "He's certainly not as wordy as Miss Granger, but he understands how they tick, and what to do about them. He has a good sense for Defense."

"Mm. Yes, it's served him well."

"So you've mentioned. I wish his tests on it had come in class first, though."

"Do you plan to test him?"

"Well, I plan to test all of them," Remus said. "I'm going to have a practical exam at the end of the year."


"Hagrid and I are devising a course."


"At any rate, I admit to being more concerned with Harry mastering it than any of the others. He seems to have more aptitude, but he needs it more than they do as well. I may end up marking him harder than the others. I'm trying not to, but I just..."

"Don't want him to make a mistake."

"Exactly. Which is mad; he'll make mistakes. We all did. But if I can help prevent some of them, then that's my job with Harry."

Minerva squeezed a fresh lemon in her teacup. "Is that why you haven't told him that you were James's friend?"

"That's Dumbledore's notion," Remus said. "But it's true--if he spends all of his time asking about them, it could get in the way of learning things he's going to need. But I must admit... it's nearly impossible to resist showing him his own baby pictures. I don't think he's seen many of them. Hagrid only took a few from my album when he went around collecting them. Minerva... is he happy? Harry, I mean, not Hagrid."

She sighed and put down her cup. "I'm not sure how to answer that, Remus. He's scarred, and his life at home is less than ideal. But he's a strong boy, and he's made the friends he needs, and he knows how to be happy. He's able to set aside a lot of the horrific things that have happened and worry about the Quidditch Cup and the latest pranks the Weasley brothers are playing--they've got around the school better than anyone since your lot left. He's less worried about a killer being after him than he is about missing Hogsmeade weekends. Is that happy? Or is it miserable because he does have to miss trips into the village, and he has had to face Lord Voldemort, and he has no happy home to return to? All I can say is that Harry tries to be happy. You'll see it." She smiled. "And I imagine, on some level, you'll help him."
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fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: December 8th, 2008 11:30 pm (UTC) (Link)
OMG, that would have been the perfect answer, very Remus-like. Wish I'd thought of it!
From: jonas72 Date: December 8th, 2008 08:59 am (UTC) (Link)

I´m just loving this whole series of ficlets.
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: December 8th, 2008 11:30 pm (UTC) (Link)
Loving the icon. :)
daksian From: daksian Date: December 8th, 2008 12:58 pm (UTC) (Link)
All wonderful! And of course, I'm especially happy with my own ficlet...it was a lovely encounter, albeit on the surreal side. I like how you have those moments of recognition from Elhanan, much like you did when Dora 'found' Elhanan.

One has to wonder what it's like for a reincarnated person in the afterlife--what with identity and all. A fascinating glimpse at the possibilities, thank you so much for it!

On a similar vein, I also loved the sense of deja vu that Regulus was dealing with after meeting Elhanan. And that he found an ally for his argument!
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: December 8th, 2008 11:30 pm (UTC) (Link)
And in reincarnation, it's finally occurred to Remus to argue with his friends.
redlily From: redlily Date: December 8th, 2008 12:58 pm (UTC) (Link)
You've made me so curious with the second piece! What is going on there??

Also, is there a Fernverse Family Tree somewhere? I don't want to miss anything, but sometimes I forget the intricacies of later generations.
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: December 8th, 2008 11:31 pm (UTC) (Link)
It's something that I don't really intend to follow up on except in request ficlets--a reincarnation thing.
From: severely_lupine Date: December 8th, 2008 01:46 pm (UTC) (Link)
I just have to know... at some point, will someone realize why Elhanan is so familiar to everyone? Perhaps more importantly, will he?
sgt_majorette From: sgt_majorette Date: December 8th, 2008 07:18 pm (UTC) (Link)
In accordance with the post above this one, who is Elhanan? What stories does he appear in?
malinbe From: malinbe Date: December 8th, 2008 02:10 pm (UTC) (Link)
*blinks back tears*
Oh, Remus is asking if Harry's happy... *hugs*

Poor Regulus, as if he wasn't enough confused. Though poor El has his own share of confusion and enough to give away as Christmas Presents.
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: December 8th, 2008 11:32 pm (UTC) (Link)
Hopefully, once he's inured to it all, he'll just get on with the business of living. Same for Reg!
From: daphne_23 Date: December 8th, 2008 02:46 pm (UTC) (Link)
Still really enjoying all these - in my timezone they must get posted sometime in the middle of the night, so I get to read them first thing in the morning, great start to the day! :)
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: December 8th, 2008 11:33 pm (UTC) (Link)
They're more or less in the middle of the night here, too.;p
From: (Anonymous) Date: December 8th, 2008 03:05 pm (UTC) (Link)
Loved the second one. Who are the in-laws and nieces and nephew? I assume there's Vern and Kieth Dursley, Mira's family, but who are the rest? And where's Granddad Weasley?
From: (Anonymous) Date: December 8th, 2008 03:08 pm (UTC) (Link)
Sorry, I meant three in-laws,two nephews and a niece...
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willowbough From: willowbough Date: December 8th, 2008 03:34 pm (UTC) (Link)
Been out of the commenting loop for a few days, but it's good to be back--especially since this batch of ficlets are something of a Remus fest. I've missed your take on him, and today's stories are like a tasty sampler of the character's various facets: the grieving friend, the determined fighter, the reincarnated boy, the loving husband, and the conscientious teacher.
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: December 8th, 2008 11:36 pm (UTC) (Link)
It all makes me miss Remus, though...
lyras From: lyras Date: December 8th, 2008 05:53 pm (UTC) (Link)
The pain is palpable in that first one; I am torn between being pleased that Dumbledore gave Remus something to do and sad because maybe, just maybe, Remus might've talked sense into Sirius before the latter was whisked off to Azkaban.

That last piece is a lovely, quiet scene. I love Minerva's analysis of Harry and whether he's happy.
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: December 8th, 2008 11:37 pm (UTC) (Link)
I think Minerva and Remus would have gotten along well as colleagues. They seem to have similar priorities, if not methods, in teaching.
sgt_majorette From: sgt_majorette Date: December 8th, 2008 07:14 pm (UTC) (Link)


"All I can say is that Harry tries to be happy..."
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: December 8th, 2008 11:40 pm (UTC) (Link)

Re: {awwwwww!}

From: (Anonymous) Date: December 8th, 2008 08:42 pm (UTC) (Link)
You know, your decision to have Remus and Dora reincarnate as Elhanan and Dora II is the one aspect of your world that I'm ambivalent about. Even so, I adore that story with the two couples dancing. Just a very sweet, very subtle moment.

I've been loving the ficlets as well, particularly your Regulus!

fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: December 8th, 2008 11:29 pm (UTC) (Link)
I'm ambivalent about it, too. It was done on a whim, and I really don't intend it to be anything but a sort of, "Oh, finally a little happily ever after." Not so much a real story.
kt_tonguetied From: kt_tonguetied Date: December 9th, 2008 12:19 am (UTC) (Link)
...I'm having particular issues figuring out why Elhanan is so familiar to Reg...>.>

Other than that, these may very well be the best batch yet!
scopart From: scopart Date: December 9th, 2008 12:44 am (UTC) (Link)

Thanks so much for the last one. McGonagall's always been one of my favorite characters and her and Remus in one ficlet is greatness. Loved the end, with Remus asking if Harry was happy. I think McGonagall's response was perfect. Loved the last paragraph.

The others were wonderful too!
Thanks for all the wonderful ficlets- what a happy present for the holidays!
darth_pipes From: darth_pipes Date: December 9th, 2008 04:06 am (UTC) (Link)
Great stuff all around!
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