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Title: Crucio (The Test of Loyalty Remix)
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: James Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Peter Pettigrew
Rating: G
Word Count: 1950
Summary: They are each tested in their own way.
Original Story: Loyalty by [archiveofourown.org profile] framlingem
Notes: Written for Remix Redux 11.

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Crucio (The Test of Loyalty Remix) )
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Written for the prompt "Remus/Tonks early in their aquaintance, prior to the whole, 'too old, too poor' stuff. Just hangin' at Grimmauld Place."

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"Oh I don't know, Padfoot, I think it gives me a distinguished air."

"Distinguished is not the word I would have chosen, Moony. Tell him, Dora."

Tonks looked up from her magazine at the sound of her cousin's voice. When Moody had told her he had some people he wanted her to meet earlier in the summer, being reintroduced to her supposedly mass-murdering cousin was not what she had expected. But after all the shouting and explanations had finished, she was thrilled to reconnect with Sirius. She had vague memories of him visiting when she was younger, always having time or a sweet for her.

"Tell who what, Siri?"

"Tell this idiot," he gestured to Remus who had followed him into the room, "that the - the - thing - on his upper lip cannot be considered a mustache and certainly doesn't make him look distinguished!"

Tonks giggled and unabashedly studied Remus, who colored slightly under her frank gaze. "I think it's kind of cute," she replied.

"Bah!" Sirius exclaimed, throwing his hands up in the air. "Betrayed! Betrayed by my own kin, I tell you!" he cried, and threw himself in an armchair in a way that would have made his mother scream like a banshee.

"Thank you, Tonks. I always knew you had better taste than the mutt," Remus replied politely as sat down next to her in a far more controlled manner.

"Hey, now! I'm not sure that can be considered a compliment!" she complained with a sparkle in her eyes.

"True. It doesn't take much to achieve that, does it?"

"Oi! You don't have to talk about me like I'm not here you know!" Sirius pouted.

"Oh go chase your tail, Siri!" Tonks admonished. Practically before she finished speaking, she found herself being mercilessly attacked by a very wet dog's tongue while Remus slid to the floor in helpless laughter.
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Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: Lupin, McGonagall
Written for [livejournal.com profile] tree_and_leaf 's 2009 [livejournal.com profile] fandom_stocking

It was the quiet time between Christmas and New Years, the few students remaining in the castle were firmly ensconced in their common rooms and the entire staff had breathed a collective sigh of relief.

Remus had taken his marking to the staffroom, needing to get work done but no longer able to stand the confines of his rooms. He got halfway through his stack before the sound of the door opening made him blink and look up.

"Diligent as ever, I see," a familiar Scottish brogue commented, and Remus turned to smile at his former Head of House.

"How are you finding your first term of teaching?" she asked, taking the seat next to him.

"Quite well, Professor," he responded with a smile.

McGonagall made a tsk-ing sound. "Nah, Remus, we're colleague now. You must call me Minerva."

"I'll try, Pr-Minerva."

"There you go, lad. But I do understand," she said conspiratorially, "it took me over a decade before I could call Albus by his name. So tell me about your term," she requested in a more normal tone.

Remus smiled and complied, basking in the sense of warmth and belonging.
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Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: Remus, Narcissa
Written for [livejournal.com profile] gate_ship 's 2009 [livejournal.com profile] fandom_stocking

It was a game they played, whenever they met in public. She would be snippy and haughty, he would be coolly polite, and both pairs of eyes would dance at the absurdity of it all.

It was a game they had been playing ever since they met at Hogwarts. She had been a disgruntled third year, sick of trying to live up to the reputations of her older sisters. He had been a lost little firstie. Together they had found a common purpose in evading Filch and Mrs. Norris.

It was a game they played, a game to which only they knew the rules. She had come up with the unspoken signals, the double entendres, the subtle clues they used to convey the real meaning of their conversations. He had come up with a way to keep score, them against the world. Neither was sure who was winning at this point.

It was a game they would continue to play until justice was done and the oppressors found themselves in Azkaban, laws were changed, and equality was more than a nice idea. She, one of the most innovative healers to appear in the last century, was trapped in a loveless political marriage, condemned to prescribing nothing more potent than afternoon tea. He, who had the potential to be a dueling champion and had a true gift of teaching, was sentenced to menial labor for the crime of being in the wrong place at the wrong time as a child.

It was a game they played and that game kept them both sane.
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Title: From Darkness, Light
Author/Artist: [personal profile] velvetmouse
Gift For: [livejournal.com profile] sullensiren in the 2009 [livejournal.com profile] weasley_fest
Rating: PG-13 for swearing, potential pre-slash and growing up too fast
Featured Character or Pairing(s): Bill/Remus friendship (pre-slash if you squint), Ginny
Summary: Hiding something from a Curse-Breaker is never a good idea. Hiding something from a Curse-Breaker when it involves a cursed object is just plain dumb. Hiding something from a Curse-Breaker when it involves a cursed object AND his own sister is a really, really bad idea. This is the story of what might have been when Bill Weasley learned what happened to his sister in her first year at Hogwarts.
Warnings: Progressively more AU of PoA; swearing (Bill's language goes to sh*t when he gets angry); pre-slash if you want to read it that way
Word Count: 10,212
Disclaimer: Not mine. Just playing with them, I'll put them back when I'm done. Promise.
Author's notes: Many thanks to [livejournal.com profile] sherylyn, who patiently corrects my woefully inconsistent spelling and capitalization, and otherwise makes my stories better than they were before.

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From Darkness, Light )
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Title: For Want of a. . .
Author: VelvetMouse
Recipient: [livejournal.com profile] serpentpixie in the 2007 [livejournal.com profile] hp_holidaygen exchange
Rating: PG
Character(s): MWPP & Co.
Warnings: N/A
Summary: You know the saying "For want of a nail, a kingdom was lost"? Well, this is like that. Only different.
Author's Notes: To my dear recipient: Well, you asked for "something
happy, exciting, colourful and fun." Happy, exciting and hopefully fun I've given you. Colourful too, but probably not quite the way you meant it. . . And there's certainly mischief. Enjoy!

Many many thanks to Sherry for the lightning-quick, dead accurate beta job! Loads holiday cookies for her!

Remixed into For Want of a... (the You Know It's Hard Out There for a Prankster Remix) by [archiveofourown.org profile] xylodemon for Remix Redux 10 (2012).

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For Want of a. . . )
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Title: All's Fair
Author: [livejournal.com profile] velvetmouse
Written for: [livejournal.com profile] minnow_53 in the Holiday 2008 [livejournal.com profile] rs_small_gifts exchange
Rating: PG for mild swearing
Prompt: 2. Fic or art (not songfic) based on 'In Joy and Sorrow'
Summary: After Remus is killed in the Battle of Hogwarts, he doesn't quite get the reception one might expect.
Any other notes, warnings, etc.: Obviously, spoilers for DH; I hope this meets with your approval - I think I've got the 'new twist on an old theme' part covered, at any rate! Many thanks to my husband, for selflessly throwing himself between me and this plot bunny and helping me beat it into submission.

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All's Fair )

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