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Chapter Ten

Remus:

Once the security of the lands were checked, double checked and even triple checked, did Dad and I headed back to the house. We even took whatever measures to ensure that Greyback – and no other male wolf for that matter – comes in on what is my land!

Werewolves are not that much different from the ordinary wolf. Though we turn once a month and are human for the rest, 'laws of the wolf' were created to make sure that there was order and agreement among we who could be come savage and brutal. One of those laws is that no male, unless he is the son of, or other male relative, (and even then), can enter the lands of another, unless he has permission.

Trespassers can be put to death, if the owner of the land saw it fit to do so. Rarely do I get trespassers, and most times I don't even think of going that far. However, when it comes to Greyback, that is a different case all together. All trespassers, however, do have a chance to state their case, so I guess I was generous enough for that. That … and I have never killed anyone before and … I don't know if I really ever can.

Dad pats me on the shoulder. "It will be okay, son!" he tries to assure. "We will do our best to make sure history doesn't repeat."

I appreciated Dad for the words. Somehow, I don't believe that this would be the same as the last time we had encountered Greyback. Though, it still didn't make things feel any better.

We enter the house to find Mum and Yoshi in the living area, as well as Splinter perched on Yoshi's shoulder.

"Where is Kiara?" I ask.

"In the study," Mum answers.

"She requested that she be alone to think for a while," Yoshi adds in. "She did send the owl to Severus, however."

I nod.

"You go and see to Kiara," says Dad, sounding a little tired. "We can start on dinner of sorts. You are very welcome to stay, Yoshi."

"I accept and thank you for your offer, Terence-san," Yoshi answers. "I will inform Shen of my absence for tonight."

Tang Shen was Hamoto Yoshi's fiancee.

I make my way to the next room, where I see Kiara sitting by the fireplace on the two black faux leather seater couch. Legs drawn up and held loosely by her arms, she seemed to look into some sort of distance.

'I am lost, Remus,' I hear her mental voice within.

I go over to sit beside her.

'We will find the answers, Kiara' I telepathically reply, gently taking her hand into my own.

'I was always in belief that I was attacked by werewolf, Moony. Only … he was correct, I … don't remember ever having a scratch or bite on me when I woke. Whatever scars I have … were afterwards, upon myself. Even then, those moments were uncommon.'

I did noticed that Kiara had much less scarring upon her body than what I had. But, I never made mention of it, for I believed that it was actually rather rude to point such things out, especially upon a girl or woman, out of fear that I might offend her. Mum and Dad were pretty clear on how I should treat a female.

'How the hell did I become a wolf, if I hadn't been attacked?' she stressed.

I close my eyes to think on this; 'There are two ways for a person to be a werewolf. The first is that they are made into one. As in attacked by another,' my hand doesn't let go of hers. 'The other is if … they're born wolf …'

I open my eyes to see her hazel eyes starting right at me. She shakes her head.

"No!" she says in verbal. "No! There is no way!"

"What do you actually remember from before the attack? Your family life?" I ask.

I could see Kiara, still not wanting to believe that the latter of what I had said could even be truth, thought back.

"I lived in a town house of sorts. Those real old style ones, that looked to have been built before the second war or something. I remember Severus and our parents. But … I also remember there were those times when … when Severus and Tobias were out of the house, it was just Eileen and I … and this … this man with dark and grey hair and these piercing blue -" she stops, hand to her mouth, and looks at me, almost terrified.

"What else do you remember?" I cautiously push.

Kiara shakes her head. "My memory seems to become clouded and I do not know why. But … I remember that song! When I woke in hospital, not knowing anything, that was the first thing that came to me. I would ask Severus about it, and he had not a clue on what I was even talking about. For he doesn't even remember our own father even being able to speak a single ounce of Irish Celtic, or even Gaelic."

Just then Pablo, our long-eared owl, came flying in and dropped the letter down between us.

It didn't take much guessing to know that it was from Severus;

I am pleased to know that you are safe, Kiara. Lupin still should have blasted Greyback's rear for good measure. As for him finding out where you were. I honestly do not know how or who would give your location away. I know I would not. I highly bloody doubt those friends of Lupin's – even after the near choking of Black event – would do something that incredibly stupid!

Kiara must have spoken to her dear big brother on what happened between my friends and I for him to know. I kind of don't blame her for talking to him over it, to be honest.

Look!

We're going to get this matter sorted once and for all!

You, Kiara, are coming here, to Cokesworth! Mum and Dad need to explain what actually happened 9 years ago!

Dammit! If we need to drag Lupin along, so bloody be it!

Later that night, I lie awake on my bed, in my room. Beside me, Kiara, asleep, facing me. It wasn't at all hard to decide that it was simply better this way, instead of trying to sneak in and out of rooms during the night. Even Mum and Dad saw the sense in that.

After being in deep discussion over the events of Greyback and Severus's letter, it had been worked out that it was best if we did do exactly what Severus had suggested. Though I was the one to send the reply, as Kiara still seemed to be elsewhere in thought. We probably would not get the response until daybreak.

Unable to sleep, I slip out of bed, grabbing the pair of pants I had taken off and dropped on the floor before climbing into bed and putting them on – Kiara and I feel comfortable enough around the other to sleep in just our underwear.

Once on, I walk out of the bedroom and silently I reached the door to Rosemarie's room. I took a deep breath as I reached for the doorknob and turned it. Pushing it open, the door moved back, showing into the room.

The room was completely tidy, as though not a thing had been touched and was simply frozen in time. But it was evident that it gets dusted and wiped down every so often, just to keep things looking as pristine as possible. The double bed had the identical dark wooden frame my bed had, with white and magenta sheets, blankets and pillow casings all neatly tucked in, complete with hospital corners. On each side were dark wood bedside tables with silver roses on the draws.

A white dressing table with oval mirror stood between the two windows, it had three small draws along the middle. The handles on the draws were gold and in a swirled pattern and around the mirror, against the white were painted gold vines with red roses in bloom. On the table itself was a black jewellery box with gold edgings, lying open, showing the neatly arranged contents, such as a gold chain that had a ruby red pendent in the shape of a rose. There were also make-up and nail polish beside it and a hair brush sitting close to the mirror. Also a gold framed photo of four people beside the jewellery box. The four people were Mum, Dad, myself and, of course, Rosemarie. There was a built in wardrobe, which the foot of the bed was facing, the doors were closed. Against the wall, beside the right bedside table, was a white bookcase, with five shelves and a set of see-through glass doors at the bottom.

I quietly survey the other objects that made up this room. Books neatly placed in the top and bottom two shelves of the bookcase, while the middle two sported a display of ornaments and framed photos, and in the display part there was a large display of hand-crafted animals sitting on a forest display with trees and waterfall. On the bed, upon the pillows were stuffed toys and dolls. Upon the walls and wardrobe doors were posters of people flying about on brooms, unicorns prancing about and various other things.

I was very solemn as I stared into the room. Eyes going from one part to another.

Grief lined my face, as I softly walked over the dresser, and picked up the framed photo. I was seven years old in the photo, my light brown hair was short, as it was now, and looked exactly like I did now, the same straight nose and innocent blue eyes. I also saw the image of Rosemarie, right beside me, with her arm around the back of my shoulders. I know Kiara had seen photos of Rosemarie about the place, and she did admit to me that she though Rosemarie to being very pretty girl. Rosemarie had the same light brown hair as I did, only hers was down to her chest, as well as the straight nose, which went very well with her oval shaped face. She had brown eyes and slim built.

I go and sit on the end of the bed, just looking at the photo.

"Remus?"

My head jerks a little, looking up to the doorway to see Kiara standing there. She was wearing one of my bathrobes.

"I'm fine, Okami," I say. Though I had only just noticed that my cheeks were quite wet from my silent tears.

Kiara sits next to me.

"I couldn't sleep," I simply say sniffing a little.

"Talk to me, Moony," she curiously says to me, in our tongue.

I look away from her.

"You don't have to!" she then said quickly. "I just -"

"No, it's okay," I reply, looking back at her. "Rose, from what I can fondly remember about her, was that she was a watchful sister. Especially after the attack. We kept as close as we could."

Kiara was studying me, sensing that there was more to be revealed. "You weren't the only one to have survived from that attack," she said. "Were you?"

I shook my head. "Rose and I were attacked by the same wolf," I began, sniffing and exhaling a little heavy. I feel Kiara's hand taking mine, like I had done earlier in the study. "How we survived, we don't know. Guess we could call it a miracle, I suppose. But Rose kept a brave front. At least she tried. I don't know if it was to help me, as well as help herself. Only that she knew that her chances of going to Hogwarts had been demolished."

"Didn't Professor Dumbledore let her in?" Kiara asks.

"As much as Professor Dumbledore wanted to allow her to attend, the Ministry, at the time, didn't allow werewolves into the school, even if they weren't the ones running it. As soon as they heard that Rose had been turned into a she-wolf, they practically told her to forget the letter she had received the week before. Telling her that she wasn't welcome because she was too dangerous. It took a bit for Dumbledore to overturn this so I could attend where my sister couldn't." The bitterness, hurt and strain was starting to creep into my voice. "Rose assured that it was 'fine'. Mum and Dad taught her what they could, as it was the only way she could be taught." I pause for a mere moment, my lips turning so that I looked like had eaten something disgusting. "Then … he came back."

"Who?"

"Fenrir Greyback," I made a face of pure hatred, just at the very sound of the name that came out of my mouth.

Kiara didn't say anything.

"He attacked me to get even with my father. He went after Rose, because she was a female," my hands were clenched in tight fists, Kiara didn't let go of my hand when I did, if anything just held just as firm. "Three years later … three years after we turned and he went after her again. For the entire three nights of the full moon he …" Hot tears streaming. The words were difficult to continue. "He forced her to be his mate!"

Kiara sounded small when she spoke. "I didn't know that could happen. Did we –"

"No!" I responded very quickly, almost shouting. "Hell, no! Even if the wolf side takes over, there is an element of humanity among most," I added in a shaky voice. "Greyback is like one of those serial killers who takes real pleasure in making others suffer. Particularly if it involves children and … any potential candidates for breeding partners – if they survive and he is able to find them again."

"How … how was Rose when … when … when it … happened?"

I stare ahead for a moment, my cheeks completely wet.

"Rose was killed. But not straight away. We don't know what actually happened. We only found her body in the forest seven days after she disappeared."

My fists were no longer, instead my palms were to my face, as my head lowered. Kiara put an arm around my back and stayed quiet as I continued;

"She tried to get through it at first. Every full moon, he would come. Because I wasn't yet able to claim any ownership to the land, he'd …

"Rose would try to avoid it. But the beast side would always go to him. For nearly eight months this would happen," shaking my head, teeth gritting, "I even tried to intervene. But I ended up getting thrashed."

"Didn't your parents try and stop this?"

"Too dangerous. Especially the last time they -" I stopped myself, shaking my head again. I hated thinking of this.

"What happened?" she asks carefully.

She could see that I needed to get this out.

"She … she was … she was on heat," I strained to say it. "He got her pregnant."

Silence rose. Only I could sense more than just the present of my mate beside me. I knew Mum and Dad were standing at the doorway.

"It was the last straw. Unable to cope with all that had happened. I tried to tell her that everything would be okay and that Mum and Dad would love her regardless. But she wouldn't listen ... I should have done more!"

"You were only a kid, Remus," Kiara tried to sooth.

"I was still her brother! She was the only friend I had and because of what he did, she's gone!" I snapped.

Realising this, I practically blew up at Kiara, I immediately apologised. Kiara knew I didn't mean it and kept her arm around me. She placed her other hand on my chest.

"It's okay to be angry, Moony," she assured.

"I'm not just angry, Okami. I'm scared!" I admitted, forgetting our wolf language and going into English.

"Of what?"

"Of history repeating itself," I say, looking directly at her, before flickering a glance to Mum and Dad, to acknowledge they were there. "I'm scared of what I would do to you. I'm scared of being like him and hurt you. And I am scared that he would try and take you from me. I'm scared, Kiara, I'm just scared!"

"You're nothing like him," said Kiara strongly. "You know why?"

I shook my head, trying to look away; only to have her getting me to look right at her.

"Because you have too much of a heart, Remus Lupin!" she claimed. "Firstly, you never forced me to become your mate. You never raised a hand towards me that was in an abusive manner. Heck, you don't even go out to deliberately attack someone! You're a good person, Remus."

"You got all in such a short time?"

"I can sense the way you are around me," she said, wiping away some of the tears from my cheek with her hand.

I understood what she meant. It was a characteristic of a true mating pair. I gently squeeze her hand.

"Thank you," I say, a little choked up in the voice. "Thank you for listening."

"Whenever you need it," Kiara said, before kissing me lightly on the cheek.