A rewrite is happening! The original was too short and stuff so I thought I'd try and redo it while I've got writer's block on Plague.

Anyway, credit for the original idea goes to my wonderful friend JustCallMeRaffles for her fabulous ability to ship Remus Lupin with just about anyone. (I now realise I never mentioned that before...)

By the way, this is an AU in which Remus, Tonks and a few other HP characters didn't get killed.

Remus sighed quietly as he searched the cupboards for their small amount of remaining Floo Powder. He'd told Dora that he didn't want it; she might need it more if she got called out for work but he was weak this close to full moon and hadn't argued that hard when she'd pointed that out. He was in no state to apparate at all, never mind all the way to America, unless of course he wanted to splinch himself across the Atlantic just for a bloody job interview.

Hopefully the people on the other end of the Floo would hire him. America's laws on lycanthropy were different than Britain's; despite the fact that Remus understood that a fair amount of the muggles over there were less than kind about many things, its Ministry of Magic was far kinder to people like him. No proper healthcare but they did give werewolves the potion to control the transformation for free.

As well as that, it meant that he was allowed to teach again, something he'd enjoyed for that brief year he'd done Defence Against The Dark Arts at Hogwarts, years ago now. And a letter of recommendation from Albus Dumbledore always helped, no matter how long the former headmaster had been dead...

Who was he kidding anyway? He didn't want to go all the way over there just for a job, especially not with Teddy about to start Hogwarts and Dora working so much but it wasn't like he had a choice. There'd been cuts in the Auror Department so Dora had had to take a pay cut and Teddy still needed most of his equipment for going away to school. He'd checked in seemingly every job column all the wizard papers for months but no-one wanted to hire a werewolf, even one with an Order Of Merlin. The family in America did. Well, they didn't specifically want to hire a werewolf but apparently the position had been open for a while with no applicants so it had to be worth a try.

He finally found the almost-empty bag of Floo Powder and threw it in the fire, hoping there was enough to get him all the way there. He said the address and stepped through.

This wasn't a wizards' house, he realised. Too much technology. Muggle sort of furniture and stuff, and a boring Muggles' at that.

Remus cursed under his breath. There hadn't been enough Floo powder after all.

He crept to the window, hoping he was at least on the right continent.

There was a far more likely looking house up on the hill just above the one he was in. It was barely a house actually, more a mansion. It had a bell tower and what appeared to be a cemetery just outside the front gates. Even if it wasn't the right place, maybe they'd have some Floo powder he could borrow.

Remus climbed out of the window silently. He stayed close to the house and crawled under the window but shouldn't have worried, really. It was dark outside, which was odd because he was sure that, with the time difference, it should have been about midday. There were lights on in houses both across the road and down the hill, and lining the streets so it could be worse.

Remus sighed vaguely and waved his wand at his trousers, removing the mud from the garden he'd just walked through. All right then. He was ready for this now.

Remus wandered up to the gates of the mansion, which creaked open as he walked towards them. It was definitely a wizarding place then, even if the charm on the gates was old, it still worked which was unusual with this sort of charm. They mostly ran out after a few years but this seemed to have been on for quite a while. The gates slammed shut behind Remus as he walked through, almost trapping his coat. Well, maybe the charm wasn't working entirely.

Remus slowed slightly as he got nearer to the mansion. The building was a lot more imposing from this distance and the graves, mostly strangely mutilated yet still smiling statues, weren't exactly helping his confidence. It was almost as unnerving the first time he'd had to go to the Shrieking Shack at school...

A light flashed in the highest window, quickly followed by a piercing scream and all of the lights in the houses around it and down the hill going out, except the ones in the rest of the house.

Everything was silent for a few seconds then a voice from the house he'd just left screamed "ADDAMS!"

That would certainly suggest he was in the right place. Remus smirked slightly at the infuriated neighbour, suddenly a bit less nervous and certainly more amused, and continued to the door.