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Part 2: Your eyes…
"You never said forever, could hurt like this"
~Sneaker Pimps
"Don't move too much. The healer Dumbledore sent wasn't the best, but we can only use those we can trust."
She thought it all a dream, that perhaps she was still in the cottage in the far north part of England, but she was not. She felt a hand rest on her shoulder after gently caressing her hair. She had missed his touch. She had missed his voice. She had missed him.
She leaned back down and opened her eyes to catch a glimpse of the man she had not seen in almost 15 years. He was sitting on the edge of the sofa where she was lying down. His head turned away from her, towards the wall with painting of the Black family lineage. Even from their distance she could make out the spots where Rubella Black had burned names off the tapestry. Her name had never been put on the tapestry, she had not been worthy of such an honor. She looked at Remus again. His chin length hair fell covering part of his face. The once rich brown locks were slowly turning gray, but not from age, rather the strain of his transformations. She wondered if his eyes were still golden honey or if they too had grayed.
He looked towards her, after feeling her stare, and she felt the tears prickle her eyes.
"You're eyes Remus, they're still the same," she whispered in between the tears that streamed down her face. It gave her comfort knowing that some things never change.
He gave a small smile and enveloped her in a hug that she had been longing for since she had awaken.
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They sat in the darkest corner of the astronomy tower, James's invisibility cloak at their feet incase Miss Norris or Filch decided to show up. Remus pointed his finger towards the night time sky and named the constellations.
"And that's the North Star, muggles use it to find out which direction is north if they ever get lost."
She smiled, "I would never be able to do such a thing. Thank god there are spells which allow wands to find which direction is north!" She laughed and laid her head on Remus's chest. They were nearing the end of his seventh year, while she still had another year after this. She didn't know if she could make it through a year without him, with out all of them. They were all so much a part of her it scared her. She shook her head and concentrated on the sky and what Remus was telling her.
"And that one there, off in the distance. That's Sirius, the dog. Ironic isn't it?" She nodded and closed her eyes trying to let his heartbeat keep her mind at ease.
"What am I going to do without you Remus?" Her question was unexpected as she waited for a reply but only received silence and Remus's arms tightening around her frame. Remus was never quiet when a question was asked. "Remus," she said quietly.
"The same thing I will have to do without you." There was a smirk on his face that she could see in the light of the half moon. Obviously he was trying to lighten her mood. She followed his lead.
"And what would that be?" She too smiled; these were going to be the things she would have to remember on lonely nights.
"Miss you so much that I might explode. Write a letter for everyday we are apart until our owls die from exhaustion. Count the days, minutes, hours, seconds we are apart. Bug everyone and anyone who comes near us about how much we miss the other…"
"You know what, that is exactly what I was planning to do." They both collapsed into giggles in each other's embrace.
"Lumos," he whispered and brought his wand near her face.
"What are you doing?" She asked, a bit surprised by his actions.
"I want to see what color your eyes are."
The light from wand was enough to clearly illuminate her pale face. Her raven hair fell softly on her shoulders and she wore a red stain on her lips. He leaned in, trying to narrow down the shade that her eyes had taken.
"So, what color are they?" She said impatiently. She knew that when she was happy her eyes became a clear light blue and sometimes when she was afraid they turned a light navy color but they did not always reflect her mood. She had decided there was no pattern. There were so many shades that her eyes took on that she had forgotten what they looked like at times.
"They're like a river," he began in awe, "clear and cool. I can see rapids but I can see the peaceful water too. The sun is shining causing it to look like crystal. And the water doesn't look cold like real rivers; it's simply warm and inviting. You can't just look at it without wanting to dive in and forget about the world. It's like finding home after a long night's journey. They're just like the rest of you, beautiful."
She blushed and brought up her wand and whispered "Lumos" as he had. She brought it close to his face and gazed into his eyes.
"There's nothing special about my eyes Elizabeth," he said as he turned his face back to the night sky. She
She shook her head. She used her free hand to bring his gaze back into her eyes and continued to stare deeply into them. She waited a moment, trying to find the words before she began.
"They're like a meadow in the fall, Remus. I can see the golden grass growing and feel the wind gently brush my back. I can feel the late summer sun still warming everything and giving it life. But its like the sun is setting too, creating a vibrant yellow and orange sunset that blends into the grass. And everything shines, Remus, like gold. And they are sweet, like honey, and make you want to never stop looking. Once you've looked, you never want to stop gazing into them. They look into your soul Remus, and it's our future," she finished out of breath. It had been so easy to describe what she saw in his eyes it scared her.
He shook his head again, "They're nothing special Elizabeth. They're wolf eyes, nothing as exquisite as you described…"
He was cut off by Elizabeth's hand on his mouth. There were tears glistening in her eyes which had turned a slightly darker shade.
"They're your eyes Remus. And that makes them the most exquisite thing in this world."
She leaned in and kissed him softly. He could feel her tears against his cheeks. He pulled away for a moment wiping her tears.
She smiled, "Anyways, my eyes aren't nearly as interesting as your golden-honey ones are."
He laughed and shook his head before kissing her while pulling the invisibility cloak up to cover their bodies.
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"Wait, I don't understand. She's an empithimagus? What are those?" Harry looked at the women sitting on the couch, a cup of tea in her hands. Both Ron and Hermione's mouths were wide as galleons.
"Oh my gosh, an empithimagus. They're, they're, they're so rare, like one every century, sometimes longer. And even if there are more they usually die before they reach adulthood," Hermione said, her mouth still open wide.
Harry began to get angry, it was like everyone was laughing at a joke he had never heard. "What the bloodly hell is an empithimagus!" He screamed.
"Don't be angry Harry. I'll tell you what it is. I mean, I am one, I should be best able to describe it," Elizabeth said as she placed a hand on Harry's shoulder, "An empithimagus is a wizard or witch with the ability to read emotions. They can feel what another person is feeling, sometimes miles away. They can also sense auras. But these auras aren't like the ones in divination; these are much more concrete, much more reliable."
Now Harry's mouth was like Ron and Hermione's.
She stepped away from Harry and looked at Remus who stood near her. "He's got Lily's eyes and James's face. It's like Lily's soul with James's spirit," her voice was distant, as though she were either trying hard to remember something, or forget.
"You knew my parents too?"
A smile replaced the look of sadness she wore as she shook her head.
"Elizabeth is Sirius's sister."
"What!" The three soon to be sixth years exclaimed.
"But Sirius never mentioned he had a sister. I mean he said he had a brother. And her name isn't on the family tapestry," Harry tried to continue but found himself overwhelmed with emotion. He had not said Sirius's name since what had happened at the Department of Mysteries.
"Don't feel guilty Harry. It wasn't your fault. You could not help Sirius," she said through the tears that ran down her face. She slowly walked back to the couch and picked up her cold tea.
Harry was shocked that Elizabeth had sensed his guilt; so far no one had thought he would feel guilty for what happened at that night.
"The reason Elizabeth is not on the tapestry is because Elizabeth is Sirius's half sister. The product of an affair Bowen Black had. When Elizabeth's mother died she sent her here thinking they would take her in with open arms. Sirius's mother was not happy when she found out about her husband's affair and Elizabeth. Especially after learning Elizabeth's mother was muggle-born. They took her in but never treated her like they did Regulus. Her and Sirius grew close, though, both being disliked immensely by the two elder Blacks. Elizabeth has been 'lost' since," Remus paused again after noticing Harry's lost expression, "Harry, being lost is like being asleep. When someone an empithimagus is related to is injured or imprisoned, in this case, they feel it too. Elizabeth felt what Sirius felt when he was in Azkaban." He looked to Elizabeth, whose shoulders were now sagging. He knew this hurt her. "After Sirius left Hogwarts, after meeting you that night Harry, I took him to St. Mungo's to see Elizabeth, but the nurse there had told us she had left hours earlier. Dumbledore told us later that Elizabeth needed time alone. I suppose Sirius was a little angry at Elizabeth for leaving like that, without seeing him. I mean, after what he had been through, he thought Elizabeth would understand the most. When he didn't see her he was probably a little angered. He always had a temper…" Remus chuckled and shook his head before continuing "and that's probably why he didn't mention her to you Harry," Remus sighed and couldn't help but notice the slight hint of anger in his own voice. He glanced again at Elizabeth and remembered how long Sirius had been in Azkaban and what little time he had after his imprisonment had ended.
Elizabeth tried to hold it in as she felt their stares hit her back. She knew the response quiet well by now. It was automatic and she would have to pretend like it did not affect her. She picked up the tea, her hands shaking. There was some anger in them, too. She could feel Harry question whether things would have been different if she had been around while Sirius went crazy from boredom in this house, if she could have stopped Sirius. She wondered the same thought. She had noticed Remus's tone, too, and would have given anything to be able to read him. To know what he felt, desired, dreamed.
She let the tears go, knowing she could not hold them any longer. She could feel their pity, their sympathy, their anger. She could feel it all. And for some reason, she could feel Sirius too.
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