the_debt_of_time

Remus moved forward into the lamplight, hands still held high in a gesture of
surrender.
"I am Remus John Lupin, werewolf, sometimes known as Moony, one of the four
creators of the Marauder's Map. I am married to Nymphadora, usually known as Tonks,
and I taught you how to produce a Patronus, Harry, that takes the form of a stag."
"Oh, all right." Harry lowered his wand. "But I had to be sure, didn't I?"
Remus appeared to relax.
"What the hell?" Sirius asked, continuing to hold his wand up, daring his friend to
make a move. "What about my security measures, Moony?"
"Really?" Remus scowled at him. "Fine, during my sixteenth birthday party, you,
Sirius Black, during a game of Veritaserum or Dare, publicly admitted to kissing―"
"Fine! Fine!" Sirius shouted, holding his wand up in surrender. "Fucker," he growled
as Remus, looking triumphant, stepped into the room and embraced his friend.
Moving to Harry's side, he clapped the boy on the shoulder. "Speaking as your
former Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher, I quite agree that you had to check, Harry.
Ron, Hermione, you shouldn't be so quick to lower your defences."
"What about me?" Sirius wondered.
"You gave in under the pressure of public humiliation." Remus shook his head.
"Frankly, I'm embarrassed for you, Pads, and I hope you never end up being questioned
under torture. The mere mention of your teen years will have you pouring out Order secrets
to anyone who asks." He chuckled, and Sirius rolled his eyes, leading them into the house.
"No sign of Snape, then?"
"No," Harry said. "What's going on? Is everyone all right?"
"Yes," Remus replied, "but we're all being watched. Let's go downstairs. There's
loads to tell you, and I want to know what happened after you lot left the Burrow."
They descended to the large dining room where Hermione pointed her wand at the
grate in the corner. A fire sprang up instantly, giving the illusion of cosiness to the stark
walls; light from the flames reflected off the long wooden table.
Remus pulled a few bottles of butterbeer from beneath his travelling cloak, and they
sat down.
Sirius looked at him expectantly.
"Butterbeer or nothing."