The funeral was over, the grave silent. Fog swirled through the air, shimmery in icy full moonlight of the November night.
The large tawny wolf prowled through the trees, stopping in surprise as he noticed the lone figure standing at the freshly turned grave site. He paused, ears pricked and all senses on alert as he sifted through the smells on the wind. THe faint familiar hint of lemons and strawberries teased his nose, making him sneeze.
“Come out from the shadows, my friend. You know I am no harm to you.”
The wolf lifted his lip, irritated that he had been found.
The woman laughed, pulling down her cloak to reveal pale, almost white gold hair, translucent in the moonlight. White teeth glinted in a sharp smile of blood red lips.
“Don’t be snarly, Moony. I am a Daughter of the Fae – of course I sensed you. Come out so we can speak properly.”
With a huff, the wolf emerged from the shadows. His body shimmered and blurred, until a young man stood in his place.
“Remus Lupin.” She replied, returning her gaze to the tombstones in front of her. “You do not have leave to call me that. Only two people in the world did, and they are both dead.”
Remus inclined his head slightly. “I apologize, my lady Narcissa.”
She did not acknowledge his apology, but his next sentence had her turning on him.
“They are not dead.”
“Do not take me for a fool–!”
“They aren’t.” he repeated fiercely. “I can’t tell you where they are, but James and Lily – and Harry – are alive and safe. But they won’t be if you tell anyone.” He met her gaze, his own usually smiling blue eyes dark and nearly fully wolf gold. “Too many powerful people on both sides had their own plans and reason to see the Potters killed. No one can know.”
“I can help!”
“You can help more by maintaining your position as the regent for the Black heir, and as the wife of a senior Death Eater. Build your power base. Rais your son to be cunning and observant. But stay loyal to the Potters. I will be in touch.”