It was a rather quiet, still night; though considering the recent flurry of activity, this was not a bad thing at all. Altogether, the mid July evening was not ominous, but the kind of night in which things happened.

Yes, Remus Lupin decided with a nearly unperceivable nod of his head, it felt as though something was about to happen. Perhaps it was just nerves; friends were coming over for dinner and his wife of nearly a year had insisted on cooking. No man would normally concern himself over this, but Remus knew the clumsiness factor involved with a certain pink-haired witch. He quickened his pace as he neared the gap between houses number eleven and thirteen and prepared to arrive home.

After a home fairly grew out of the ground, Remus undid a few wards and protective charms then stepped into his home, Number 12 Grimmauld Place. Entering the dark home, a small smile appeared on his face. "Nymphadora, dear? I'm home!" he announced. Not a man to overstate himself by any means, he found he loved proclaiming his arrivals to such a beautiful wife.

"Remus," came a small voice from the direction of the living room, "I-I….perhaps you'd better come here". Nymphadora Lupin's voice sounded small and somewhat timid. Quite unusual for her, Remus mused.

Upon entering a warmly redecorated living room, Remus came to a sudden halt and quickly perceived why his wife's face was ashen.

Lily and James Potter sat in the two armchairs around his hearth, accompanied by none other than the presumed-dead Sirius Black.

So something really was happening. This was going to be an interesting night indeed