A/N [Standard 'I don't own anything' disclaimer.]

A quick and dirty one-shot written over (literally) a few minutes to get the thought out of my head.

Enjoy.

Lily Potter was prepared to spend a nice, calm evening at her home. She was in her favourite room. She sat in her favourite armchair. She had prepared her favourite blend of tea. She had her favourite book ready to be read. The evening was...

CRASH!

.. rudely interrupted by the sound coming from downstairs. In fact that sounded suspiciously like...

SMASH!

.. a table being broken.

To say Lily was annoyed at her perfect evening being interrupted was like saying that an ocean has water in it. True, but totally inadequate. Over the fifteen seconds it took for her make the way towards the source of the sounds several more crashes and at least one clang indicated that someone was about to receive a severe hexing. Lily entered the room all the commotion had come from and didn't even stop before firing a wave of stinging hexes at the pile of one stag, one grim and one werewolf that seemed to have busied themselves trying to destroy the kitchen. The three not-quite-animals froze for a second before the stream of spells of variable painfulness caused them to scatter. Even so each one of them was hit at least a dozen times before the stag and the grim managed to escape into the other rooms of the house. The werewolf was not so lucky, finding itself alone and facing a very, very angry Lily Potter. As she begun to express her annoyance at being interrupted using the language of her wand, the werewolf discovered an escape route: the (locked) door leading into the garden. The poor door never stood a chance against the desperate assault. Sadly for the last escapee, Lily gave chase.

A few minutes later two heads slowly poked back into the kitchen, both looking at the shattered door with wide eyed shock. As the two men slowly walked into the wrecked kitchen their attention was captured by the scene outside. They both stood jaws hanging as Lily Potter continued to chase after her quarry, only stopping her shouting to send another spell at the werewolf that was desperately trying to escape the moon-lit garden. They continued watching the chase for several minutes before slowly turning to look at each other and then at the shelf by the fireplace.

Where the Wolfsbane potion Remus Lupin had forgotten to drink still stood.