I know what you're all thinking! "I told her I wanted the story to continue and she didn't update for three months!" (laughs) well sorry. I went back to school… and… well college is sometimes like a horse kick in the stomach.

I can't promise that I'll be speedy with updates, especially with the work load I have. I usually write about one chapter of fanfiction a week… and I have four different stories I'm doing right now. But if you tell me you like it I'll see what I can do. (wink wink)

Deathly Hallows is sort of like the fourth book of Twilight. We'll just pretend they didn't exist… and be a lot happier.

Long awaited and finally here… next chapter of Emily

"You didn't!" Tonks gasped, horrified. "Oh Remus… you didn't take them to Diagon Alley did you?!"

Remus sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. From the kitchen they could hear Fawn outside playing with Tonk's puffskein. 'Bobby' had a way of puffing up his body so his hair stuck straight out in all directions. Whenever he did this Fawn would start laughing as though it was wildly hilarious. Maybe it was. Maybe he would find it easier to laugh if he wasn't stuck in this whole… situation…

"Think of what a shock it must have been!" Tonks said, throwing her arms out and knocking a coffee mug off the table. It broke into fifty pieces but the couple hardly noticed- it was hardly a rare occurrence. She continued her rant as Remus whipped out his wand and silently repaired the cup. "I mean… if they're muggles that means that Fawn's probably a muggle too… in which case they should only know the bare minimum, you know? If the Department of Regulation of Magical Creatures knew-"

"I know, I know…" Remus sighed heavily. "I know."

Yes, he knew all too well what the Magical Creatures department was like. He also knew that even if Fawn was a muggle there was no way to separate her from the magical world any longer. If the ministry was informed- which of course if they were not Remus would be heavily fined and punished- she would have to make a ministry profile. He really didn't want to think of the implications of that.

Taking the Degas' to Diagon Alley had been foolish. But there really didn't seem to be any other alternative. Besides, many muggle parents went with their magical children to buy supplies every year for school. After the initial shock, most of them seemed to recover nicely.

He could still remember the look on the couple's faces as they looked down the alley at all the hustle and commotion- the owls flying, the puffs of smoke and bangs and yelps- the strange words like 'muggle,' 'buxontrump' and 'galleon' being thrown around casually. As a child thought that there wasn't a place half so wonderful in the world as this cluster of shops that was tucked away in London. Somehow he didn't seem to grasp that same appreciation flowing from the Degas family. Mr. Degas seemed to show nothing more than shock, but he hid it well, gripping his wife's shoulders tightly, a look on his face as though he was in pain but bearing it well.

It was Mrs. Degas that scared Remus. The look she had given first to the street and then to him spoke of volume much higher than a shocked fear. It was terror… and horror. When they had gone back home she had been trembling and white. Mr. Degas had actually carried her up the stairs of their home. He came back down, explaining that his wife was just overwhelmed and that she would be all right.

"Are you all right?" Remus asked, looking at him closely.

Degas swallowed and looked down a moment, a rueful smile crossing his face. "No… not really…" he laughed a little, his voice sounding strangled. "But… I… I want to see my daughter. If putting up with this helps I am willing to do to any lengths." His eyes returned back to Remus. "You said this would help us to understand her condition. But if you called it a condition… when magic seemed the norm today… I worry about what that means."

Remus was surprised by his astuteness.

"I can't lie," he said finally. "It's far worse than anything you've seen today."

Mr. Degas's young face fell. "Worse…" he murmured. His eyes wondered to the stairs and Remus knew he was thinking of his wife. He swallowed again, a strong determination present in his expression. Remus smiled encouragingly.

"Next time I come here… I will bring Fawn." He promised. Then he disappeared.

"Tonks… what else could I do?" he asked quietly. "The chance of Fawn living a normal life, unknowing of the Wizarding community is hopeless now. Unless she is maintained somehow she will never be safe. Even if she is given wolfsbane the idea of potionmaking would have to be explained. Right now the only thing I can think of is to try to introduce and her family to this world, and treat her the same was as one would a squib- someone who is tied the magical world but can never enter it."

Tonks, who had been opening her mouth to shout again closed it with a snap. Miserably she slumped in her chair. She knew he was right- there was no way that Fawn could possibly have lycanthropy and not be somehow connected to magic.

"I still don't like it…" she muttered. "Little girls… little girls should not have to worry about things like this."

She was referring to the calendar. Everyday Remus would tick off another day. The full moon was tonight and there was no telling how Fawn would take it.

They had both tried to tell her bits and pieces about it but the moment they said anything her body would freeze up and she would start crying soundlessly. After that they weren't even sure if she could hear them. She also refused the wolfsbane potion. They insisted she drink it the first night and she only threw it back up again. She tried to drink another and started gagging. After that Remus took the potion only for himself, knowing that when they transformed he would probably be able to keep the young girl in check.

'James and Sirius were able to help me be less wolfish… it's possible with my influence I can calm her somehow…' he thought.

Tonks, seemingly reading his thoughts stood up and came around the other side of the table. Sitting on the floor she stood on her knees, wrapping her arms around his middle. He let her, resting his arms around the back of her shoulders and head, pulling her close to him.

"No one should have to worry about this…" Remus murmured softly. "No one."

They sat like this for quite some time, listening to the sounds of Fawn playing in the distance.

"Every month I'm terrified for you," Tonks whispered. "But now I'm split. I know you'll make it. You have the potion and you're so much stronger than she is. It's like the condition is weakening her soul. She's so gentle…" Tonks snuggled her face deeper in his chest. "She really does seem like ours, doesn't she?" she mumbled into his shirt.

Remus sighed.

'Too many people leave werewolves…'

'Are they normally other werewolves?'

"Yes. Yes she does."

Dusk fell quicker than any one of them wanted to admit. Remus stood, shirtless by the door to the basement, mentally preparing himself. He felt a tug on his trouser leg and looked down.

Fawn looked up at him, her large chocolate eyes round and troubled.

"Rem, I don' feel good." She admitted in an almost embarrassed manner.

Remus reached down and picked her up, putting her on his hip. "I know…" he whispered. "I'm sorry Emily."

Fawn let her head fall on his shoulder. "Is the monster coming for us?" she asked.

It was the first time she'd ever mentioned lycanthropy. He swallowed.

"Yes Em. The monster is coming for us."

She shuddered. Her horror was well received, Remus felt a simultaneous shiver run up both of their spines.

She looked up at him again, fear written plainly on her face. "Will it hurt?"

Remus tried to smile. "It will be alright," he told her. "This time, I won't hurt you. I'll be with you and you won't be lonely."

She shivered again. Squeezing her eyes shut she leaned against his chest, looking as small and wildly terrified as the day she had woken up at the burrow- right after he'd rescued her from the pack. He pushed her face hard into his neck and he could feel tears filling up the space of his collarbone.

"O-okay…" she whispered softly.

She's fragile like her mother but she has her father's strength and determination to overcome.

Oh I have so many options of where this story should go... any ideas? Muhahaha. Review please.