So, recently got back into the HP fandom again, and remembered how much I loved Remadora - so I came up with a way to bring them back, because like hell am I gonna leave them dead, that's depressing and I want cute stuff for them.
This will be a series of Drabbles, Ficlets, and the occasional plot driven drama, this first chapter sets up the premise for all to come after it. Enjoy.
Please excuse the excessive italics, it's to denote the difference between being in the Afterlife and the Living World.

It is curious that not many wish to explore the mechanics of spells; what it is, exactly, that the spell is commanding the surrounding ether to do in order to achieve the desired effects. For instance, the Spell Accio is actually a command for space and time to derive the shortest path for the item in question to reach the co-ordinates of the spell caster. The Disillusionment Charm is a command for the light trying to pass through a person to re-direct around them instead, making it appear as if the person were not there at all.

It is perhaps less curious when one considers that not many wish to understand the mechanics of the Avada Kedavra Curse. It is, however, an interesting thing. It is re-knowned as the Killing Curse, but what it actually does is sever the fine tethers that the Soul makes in order to remain anchored within a body. Without these tethers, the soul simply leaves. The only reason this differs from the Dementors Kiss is that a Dementor will encourage the Soul to leave, that is the Soul will retract these tethers and leave almost willingly. The Avada Kedavara Curse is brutal and traumatic, so much so that the instance of these tethers being broken causes the body to shut down, effectively killing the victim.

Only in cases where the Souls tethers are exceedingly strong will the Curse fail, as was the case with one Harry Potter. Lily's love for her son was enough to strengthen the ties of her child's soul, creating a barrier to rebound the curse.

Another curiosity, is how stubborn and high how a werewolves self preservation instincts are. By 'Werewolf' one means the actual wolf, and not the person who plays host to this second entity. Because that is what a Werewolf is, two beings inside one form, and with the help of the Full Moon, the persons mental control is weakened allowing the wolf to take over, if only for as long as the Moon shines.

With the current outlook on Werewolves being incredibly bleak, it is not surprising to have many documented cases of those inflicted with Lycanthropy to attempt to kill themselves. Yet, it is rare for these attempts to actually be fatal.

It should be obvious knowledge that the Wolf can only survive if the host survives, therefore it is in the Wolfs best interest to keep their host alive. This means that any poison ingested will be metabolised and neutralised much faster than the average human being, the Immune System will spike to deal with any life threatening diseases that manage to affect a Werewolf, and grievous bodily harm will be healed at an accelerated rate. Self harm requires an extremely powerful force of will to overcome that of the Wolf, and more often than not a person is left teetering on the edge but never actually succeeding in landing the blow. It doesn't help that the longer the Wolf exists the bigger and stronger it becomes.

It is a horrible Catch-22, and therefore completely unsurprising that most of those bitten prefer to stay with their own kind, were they are not hated or scorned by everyone around them. Those that do stay in the Wizarding community are either very quiet about it, or face public distrust and scathing comments on a regular basis throughout their life. It is ironic, however, that those who live in a pack tend to live shorter lives than those that chose to live on their own. Wolves may be difficult to kill, but not impossible, and sheer pack brutality and in-fighting between Wolves is a sure fire way to get the job done.

It is with this in mind that it comes to ones attention that their are only a handful of Wolves that have existed for over 30 years. It is also, one such Wolf that has discovered what happens when it is confronted with the Avada Kedavara curse.

The first thing Remus Lupin recognised was the pain, specifically the pain that comes from aching everywhere. He imagined this is where the phrase, felt like being hit by a truck came from. It was similar to waking up after a full moon, only it reached his very core. He wasn't surprised he had very little motivation to move.

He breathed in and out slowly, trying to re-call where he was now, or whose floor he was on more likely. He twitched his right hand to feel around and met only air. Alright, he was elevated then, perhaps on top of a table. That never lead to good things in his personal experience.

The feeling of memories lost nagged at him, kind of like waking from a dream that felt so real, and you tried to hold on but it just crept away from you. These memories however, were started to creep back, and Remus wasn't sure he was entirely ready for it.

I'm Dead, was his succinct conclusion.

He had just been staring at his wife, his wife who had promised to stay with Teddy, striding across the battle field towards him. He was so shocked, and Dora had always been very distracting for him, he didn't even hear the curse being flung at him. But he did remember the horror that filled her face and her mouth opening for a scream. He didn't hear the scream though.

Instead, he opened his eyes, and found he was now staring at Sirius Blacks grimacing face, "When you said she would be the death of you, I didn't think you meant literally, you daft git."

"Nice to see you again too, old friend," Remus replied accepting the hand Sirius offered to pull himself up, finding it incredibly easy to do so. Easier than he had in over 20 years.

He was nudged in the shoulder by Sirius, who was now sporting a full on grin.

"You owe me by the way, you said we'd all outlive you, well look who was the last to show for the Afterlife Party, pay up."

"Afterlife Par- ... oh, oh no, oh Dora!" Remus nearly crumpled to the ground again as Sirius' words hit home, his hands clamped over his mouth. He'd left her, again, he'd promised he wouldn't, oh how could he have been so foolish.

"Yeah, about that," the fellow marauder was now rubbing the back of his head and wincing as he looked at the grieving man, "not sure if this will be good news or bad news for you."

"I'm not sure how to take that," Remus responded, taking his hands away from his mouth.

"Well, in that case I may as well just tell you, Lil' Dora is here too."

"...What?"

"Nymphadora Tonks, excuse me, Nymphadora Lupin," Sirius exaggerated, nudging him in the shoulder again, "is here, for the Afterlife Party."

Remus didn't even bother to ask for clarification, he was walking straight past Sirius and bellowing for his wife. Out across the empty white void, mist curled around his limbs once he stayed still for too long. He continued to call for her, not even his own echo in reply. He did a 180 ready to start shouting in another direction only to nearly crash directly into tall, freckled, red headed figure.

"Fred?!"

"You too, huh, Prof?"

"Oh no, Fred!" Remus gripped the boys shoulders and looked into his face, "I'm so sorry."

"Same here, mate," Fred said, looking at Remus up and down, who just smiled back ruefully.

"You haven't seen someone with shockingly pink hair have you?"

Fred shook his head, "'Fraid not, you ... you haven't seen another red head around have you ... George?"

"George too?"

"I'm not sure, he was around when I was ... I think."

"No, I'm sorry, I only know Dora is here because Sirius told me."

Fred leaned around Remus to look behind the mans back where Sirius was watching the conversation from a distance. The Weasley's eye widened as he took in the other mans appearance. Remus wasn't really paying attention though, scouring the white void for anyone he recognised.

"George isn't here, he's still alive and ... well, his state is to be expected really, but he's alive, Fred," Sirius assured.

Fred breathed in and then sighed. Remus absentmindedly considered what a crux this was for him, obviously feeling joy that his brother had not suffered the same fate as him, whilst simultaneously coming to terms with the fact that he would not meet his twin again for a very long time.

The same problem suddenly occurred to him. He really wanted to find Dora, hold her close and then never let her go, no matter how irritated she got. As if the Void responded to his wishes he heard a new voice.

"Oh thank God, Sirius, you found him, James and I have been looking everywhere, Tonks has been going spare-"

Remus' head whipped round towards the voice and his jaw dropped. James and Lily Potter, not a scratch on them from the day they died, standing before him, completely out of breathe. Though how one even had breath in the Afterlife he wasn't too sure. He was concentrating on the faces and voices he hadn't seen or heard for over seventeen years.

"Prongs? ... Lily?" He reached a hand forward but faltered half way, not sure he wanted to test whether he could touch them or not.

He closed his eyes, head dropping, and drew his hand back but it was caught by another. Opening his eyes again, he looked up to have his vision obscured by bubblegum pink, and strong arms wrapping around his middle.

"Oh you silly old man, what did Moody always tell us? Constant Vigilence. I'm sure he's cursing up a storm somewhere around here."

"Dora?"

"Yeah, it's me."

He reached his arms down to wrap them around her mid section and hoist her up into a proper hug. He could feel her wiggle her legs slightly as her feet no longer touched the ground, she giggled into his collar bone. Something behind his breastbone twinged painfully and he gently set her back down, surreptitiously rubbing his chest when Tonks had turned around and flung herself into Sirius outstretched arms.

"You alright there, mate?" James had tapped Remus on the shoulder, and as he turned round James pointed to his chest.

"What? Oh yes, I'm fine, it's a rather familiar ache really, I'm used to it."

"You shouldn't really be getting aches anyway, this is the afterlife."

"Party," Sirius mumbled pushing Tonks back towards Remus who resisted reaching out to pull her into a hug again. Just.

Lily was now talking with Fred a little way from the group, he began nodding, and speaking quickly and earnestly to her. As he finished, Lily smiled at him, opened her arms for a hug, which he quickly accepted. They broke apart and headed back towards the group.

"I hate to have to do this, but Harry is going to need us soon, we have to go," Lily spoke up, coming forward to take James arm and drag him slowly away from the group.

"Right, come on Moony, you had better come too, you were his voice of reason, let's be honest," Sirius huffed genially, taking Remus arm, just as Lily had James, and walking him towards a patch of the Void, that was no longer void, but a misty apparition of a forest at night.

"But- Dora?" Remus turned his body slightly to look behind him as Tonks placed her hands on his shoulder blades and pushed him gently in the direction of Lily and James.

"Go, it's ok, I know what you have to do," she continued to walk with the two men, "Harry is going to need all the encouragement you can give him, he has one of the Deathly Hallows, Remus, the Stone, how he got it I don't know, but he knows what he has to do now."

Remus looked at her questioningly as they stopped in the vision of the forest, which he now recognised as deep within the Forbidden Forest.

"He's going to die, Remus, shh there's nothing we can do, he has to do this, he knows that," Tonks hushed him as Remus tried to exclaim at the unfairness, "but he's going to need all of you for the strength for this, he's so close but he's lost so much, you need to help him. I'll be right here waiting with Fred, for once don't worry about me. Put all that fretting energy into Harry for now, ok?"

She reached up to stroke his hair away from his face, just as he rested his forehead against hers.

"Here he comes," James said, steeling his voice for what was to come, but they could all hear the waver of excitement in his voice, he was going to get to talk to his son. If only for a little while. Dumbledore was already waiting for him, for the moment he crossed over.

Remus braced himself, and Tonks gave him a quick pat on the head before turning sharply around and walking back over to Fred, loping an arm around his shoulders.

They all then focused upon the scraggly, dirt smudged teen, that came walking silently towards them, the hand that held the stone gripping tightly, and a deep calm in his eyes that should not be found upon any seventeen year old.

"How will we know if he chose to stay or go back?"

"Oh please, this is Harry we're talking about, he obviously went back."

"I am both proud and saddened by this, all for selfish reasons."

"No-one is surprised, James."

After the rather morbid 'pep-talk' with Harry, the reunited Maruaders were lounging on the ground staring off into space. Lily had propped herself up against James back, where he lay on his stomach, while Sirius stared up at the sky. Remus was sitting with his legs out in front of him across from the other three, Tonks curled up to his right, and Fred hugging his knees on the left.

"Doesn't it get boring here?" Remus asked, staring around at the empty void, and the mist that kept curling around his thighs.

"Boring? It is a splendid sunday afternoon on the Moors, old boy, what could be boring about that?" Sirius snorted.

"Oh shush, it was Lily's turn to choose the scenery and I think it's nice," James rebutted, reaching round to kiss Lily's hand, she responded with a snort and a poke in his side.

"Ugh, Moony, please tell me you're not gonna make me suffer two disgustingly happy and mushy married couples, are you?" Sirius implored, looking between Remus and Tonks, but Remus was frowning.

"Moors?" he asked.

"Yeah, you know, all this green grass, blue sky, sun shining, all that, well maybe not Moors, but English countryside at least, always knew Lily was a bumpkin at heart," Sirius grinned, ducking as Lily threw something invisible at him.

"Umm, all I see is a big load of white nothing, and some mist, don't forget the mist," Remus chuckled, waving a thick patch of it away from his hip.

"They explained that it takes a while for you to see it, but you should be able to see it by now Remus," Tonks looked worried, "you really still see the Void don't you?"

Remus, now starting to feel a little anxious, turned to ask Fred, but the red-head beat him to it.

"Sorry, but the white wash left me a while ago, I'm currently suffering grass stains, same as everyone else."

Now the panic really started to set in; was it going to be like this for forever? Along with this came an increase in the continual ache he felt in his core, ever since he had awoken here, but he now noticed it had gotten worse after their little conversation with Harry.

He rubbed his ribs again, trying not to outwardly panic and alarm the others.

"You're doing it again," James pointed out.

"What?" Remus said distracted, as the ache became a full on spike of pain before dissipating, then spiking again.

"You were rubbing your chest earlier too, you're still in pain aren't you."

"That isn't supposed to happen, oh Remus, why didn't you say anything," Lily fretted, moving to let James up, but froze half way up, "oh my God.

Remus' hands were turning translucent, the dull ache and stabbing pains, were now a constant throbbing as if someone were trying to tug his heart out through his back. Then he heard it, a deep rumbling growl, a frustrated sound he knew only too well.

The Wolf was still there.

"Oh no, please no," he whispered, blindly reaching out and grabbing onto both Tonks and Fred.

He looked up just to see everyone looking behind him horrified, until Sirius expression changed to one of resignation.

"Guess it wasn't your time after all."

Clawed paws grabbed him around the ribs and a large Wolf jaw clamped down around his shoulder, over the bite mark he gained when he was 5 years old. He tightened his hold on Fred and Tonks just as the Wolf suddenly pulled him backwards.

He could hear talking, general chatter; some were subdued voices, others were jubilant. He took a deep breathe and opened his eyes a fraction, not really registering what his eyes were seeing. A lit room, but not overly bright, neutral colour tones. He was on the floor, or close to it; it didn't feel like stone beneath him. He was also warm, and significantly in less pain than he had been a moment ago. He shifted onto his side to prop himself up on his elbow and get a better look at his surroundings, but that was when the yelling started.

"OH MY GOD! HE'S ALIVE!"

"WHAT THE FUCK?!"

"SWEET TAP DANCING MERLIN!"

The yells abruptly finished when a small section of the Great Hall exploded. Remus looked around at all the faces staring at him, still a little groggy, which was to be expected after having just come back from the dead. He turned to follow the line of sight for most of the occupants of the hall and found Tonks, who was now sitting bolt upright holding her wand aloft and looking very confused and alarmed.

There was complete silence in the Hall. Tonks slowly lowered her wand, looking around rather sheepish.

"Remus?"

Turning over to look slightly behind him, he could see Harry, looking more than a little bedraggled, but very much alive, and looking extremely startled.

"Harry!" Remus and Tonks exclaimed, but it was Remus who hoisted himself up and gathered the boy into a hug, "you did come back!"

"So did you by the looks of it," Harry retorted, slowly extricating himself from his ex-Professors hold. The Hall began to fill with low murmurs and excited whispers.

Remus looked down at himself, then back up to Harry, "Yes, it's a bit of a surprise, and I think a shrug might be a bit inappropriate, but I honestly have no other answer for you at the moment."

Harry stared at him in astonishment before starting to laugh, he hugged him again, still laughing into Remus jacket. There were smiles all round, and a few cheers from the odd student scattered about the hall.

"Oh my god, Fred!" Tonks blurted, staggering to her feet on slightly wobbly legs and charging for the red headed group that stood a few feet away, hovering around another body still lying on the floor in the middle of them.

Harry and Remus walked briskly over to her as well, just as she dropped to the ground and began to gently shake Fred's shoulder. Remus placed a hand on Molly's shoulder to steady her as she stared at Tonks, before she then swapped to staring at Remus.

"Tonks? What are you doing, he's-" Harry inquired, looking a little pained.

"Shush, Fred are you there?" Tonks asked, knowing full well she must look insane to everyone within the Great Hall, but she remembered. Remus had been holding onto her and Fred. If she had been brought back along with Remus, then it stood to reason that Fred would be too.

"You blasted part of a wall, Tonks, how am I supposed to follow that?" the boy retorted, opening one eye and starting to grin, meeting the tear streaked but delighted faces of his family.

"FRED!"

When a human is bitten and a Wolf takes up residence in the mind, the Soul forms another tether, incorporating the Wolf's existence, and tying the two together. The longer the tether remains, the stronger it becomes, strong enough it would seem, to pull the soul back into the body it vacated, even if that soul happens to be carrying passengers. Passengers that have no choice but to go back to the bodies they once inhabited, forming new tethers to stay inside. The Avada Kedavara curse may separate the soul from the body, but it does not separate the soul from the Wolf.

The Wolf can be a very stubborn creature after all.