A/N: This one's a double drabble about how they met; set in the first war. I know I went a bit over 200 words… sorry!

Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter, the Lupins would have lived, or at least had a proper death scene...


It was the first time the girl had seen him, this thin, light-haired man who looked even more tired than Cousin Sirius. He was one of Sirius's friends, she learned, and he had come to tell them how the war was going.

Sirius was alright, he said, he was hurt, but alive. The girl studied the young man furtively as her mum and dad sighed with relief. He had a pale, sickly look; he could not have been older than twenty, but there was already a fine web work of lines across his face.

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He couldn't help but smile at the little pink-haired girl who trotted out of the sitting room after him. She seemed to want to say something, but tripped on the hem of her robes instead. He caught her arm, and she mumbled a thank-you, her face turning a shade that almost matched her locks.

"I want to fight, too," she told him, seriously. He was at a loss for words for a moment; he sensed that she had been told quite often that she was too young, and he also sensed that telling her again would not make any difference. He simply smiled at her.

"Nymphadora, right?" he asked, straightening up and shaking her hand. She made a face, though whether it was because of her name or because he had blatantly ignored her last comment, he couldn't have said. "My name is Remus Lupin."


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