A Sia Ancora
To be still
Obsolete
The same little Soul
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Many times he would come up here, often with thoughts overflowing and chaotic in his mind. He used the view, the calm garden rolling out to forest line, gave his mind a nice reprieve. With the war and the order rolling around in his head there had been room for little less and a moment of quite was a welcomed friend. With hushed steps he made his way to the attic of the borrow, his heart beating fast in its cage. Images of Sirius and of harry, of death and of friends still close swam up at him. He needed to be free of it all even if that only meant pretending it didn't exists for a brief moment.
The sun had risen and was sitting lazily just above the horizon, its bleary rays of red streamed across his face as he threw open the windows. The fresh air blasted the dust away from him and he took the deepest breath he could, his lungs bursting, his eyes watering as he stared unrelenting out into the world. This place is so happy, so charming he thought. The spirit of this place doesn't know that not that long ago there was a man, an important person in the lives of his friends, of his peers, now dead. Maybe Sirius was in a different world now…..maybe his soul lived on. In any case, the uncertainty of the veil was something that would never change and Remus found the only comforting thought of the whole ordeal was, if the veil was nothing then surely you couldn't care less if you fell into it could you? You couldn't feel pain or happiness if you didn't feel at all.
Remus let his weary body drape against the window seal his weary hands grasping at the edge until his hands trembled and his knuckles turned white. This is life he mused, an endless parade of sad little coincidences…….. How sad his life was……but as he turned away and sighed he realized he was past the stage of self pity when it came to his unusual predicament. Werewolf's were made of tough stuff, especially one as world weary as him.
His inner wolf twitched as he heard the barest of sounds, a soft cursing. Unwelcomed, his misery wanting to linger longer, it was shoved to the side as a myriad of new thoughts entered his mind. Hermione shuffled quietly, well loudly to him, in her and Ginny's room. She was muttering something about ink and damn mess.
He smiled.
Not often did he get to see or speak to her anymore, now that the trio had grown and witnessed the heavy burden the world had in store for them. When he looked at their young faces, he felt a sadness seep into him, one that he couldn't push or subdue. He never wanted to witness another child loose there innocence, the innocence to belief there was hope and good in the world. He walked over the sound and bent down as he realized the old house offered a small peep hole down to the room below. He blushed softly, his pale cheeks turning pale pink as he brought his face close to it and peered in.
She was cursing, wiping away the ink from the old wooden counter. She had been writing a letter obviously, the ink bottle must have tipped when she went to dip her quill. Her little fingers were stained black. He thought briefly he might know a charm to cleanse ink from skin, almost like a tattoo remover. He started slightly, his face burning crimson. He was peeking on the girls, well Hermione in particular. He shook his head and lifted to his knees, his back protesting. Actually it was a good thing he had found this little rot in the floor, he would need to remember to seal this somehow, in case the boys came up here for something and got a little curious. He frowned at the idea, Remus to most he knew, might be considered a tad bit old fashioned but he wouldn't have any students of his peeking on little girls. He doubted the boys would but, even 15 year olds weren't immune to their most common of urges.
He sighed heavily as he crossed the room to the door to make his way down to the next floor. He wondered why Hermione would be up so early, normally Mrs. Weasley was the first to rise….well other than him anyway. Spending the summer with them would make him feel even guiltier than ever. He felt certain responsibility to them all. As their teacher as their friend……as a friend of Harry's father, he wanted to do right by them. He chuckled, a dark and gloomy sound, how could he when he couldn't even do right by himself?
He made his way to the bottom of the stairs turning to the right and making his way to the kitchen. He could smell her and new she had gone that way. When he entered she was leaning against the sink he started slightly, her shirt pulled up part way and hanging in the cold water of the sink, he could see her small tummy from her pants line all the way to…. He felt his face burn and he averted his eyes. He hadn't seen that much of a woman in a ( She's Not A Woman! ) he stopped his thoughts. He looked up and she was looking at him. Her bushy hair was pulled back away from her face and her face lit up as it always did when she saw him….he felt ashamed to have the privilege of her smile. So innocent he thought, if she knew the real me, the monster inside.
"Professor!" her small hands wrung out the bottom of the shirt and she smoothed it out over her stomach, a nasty ink stain across its light blue fabric.
" I was hoping to see you today, you'll think I'm silly…..but having a professor all summer will be a delight." She teased. He smiled and strode over to the sink.
" Oh I see, you only want my company so I can help you on all your homework. She looked scandalized.
"No! I meant it's nice to have YOU here Professor you've always been able to keep up with my conversations." She looked a little abashed, how odd for a fifteen year old to have to worry about people not being able to understand what she was talking about.
"Hermione I believe the feeling is completely mutual." He hesitated then reached for her shirt, he pulled it away from her skin his knuckles grazing her, and whispered a spell, his wand tip touching the fabric. The stain disappeared and quickly dropped the shirt again.
He hoped to god he wasn't blushing…… get a grip Remus, its only her tummy. He chanced a glance and she was beaming at him, already scheming out the summer and how best to utilize his smarts……somehow he didn't mind, if it meant he was helping her and he could enjoy her company at the same time then so be it.
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