A/N: It's corny, but I warned ya! Okay so tell me all da wrongs and I'll
right 'em, show me all da battles and I'll fight 'em -my mother circa 1973.
More Rooney to come!
Disclaimer: much to my dismay I'm not J. K. Rowling, meaning I DON'T own Harry Potter or any affiliated characters, places, or spells, etc.
Chapter 4: Losing All Control
Hermione stood in front of a mirror brushing her hair and putting on muggle make up, the only problem was, what she was doing was not being reflected in the mirror. In the mirror, she was writing on a piece of parchment, and doing some sort of research. Ron was also reflected in the mirror, he was telling her to stop working. He kept telling her they had a date soon, she should get ready, "I am!" she insisted, but he kept looking at her reflection, not her, "Don't believe the dumb mirror, it's jinxed, look at me! I'm brushing my hair!" They were having one of their usual arguments.
A voice rang through the room, seemingly Ron's though his lips weren't moving, "I'm losing you, I'm losing all control. Just let me be," the voice seemed to have changed to Hermione's, though neither she nor her reflection was speaking anymore, "Just let me be alone for now. Once again we've gone off track and lost all hope for coming back," this was the exact way Hermione felt after all of their arguments! "It's time to restart and then, try all over over again,"
Hermione woke up immediately understanding her dream, "Well that's one definite sign your a TOTAL nerd, your dreams come with their own analyses," she thought to herself. She looked at her watch, i was only 12:30 am. She was about to go back to sleep, but then she heard voices. She crept out of bed and headed down the stairs, she caught Harry eves- dropping, and decided to join him.
"You at least got to see him!" It was Leylani, talking to Remus.
"I had unfair advantage in that department, I'll admit," Remus laughed a little, secretly it was the only way to keep himself from crying, "You never got to see him, what was I supposed to do, you never made this much fuss about never seeing James," Harry went red in the face, simply at his father's name.
"That's not what I meant. What I did mean was I never got to talk to him, not since the night before James and Lily died, anyway. That was also the last time I talked to them. I mean, I knew he was innocent, wormtail always seemed so much less trustworthy, I 'wrote' to him about a million times since he got out, but I never got any response, or at least not one of any use."
"What d'you s'pose she means by that" Ron whispered (he ws on the other side f Hermione as Harry), she flinched, she had not been expecting any noise from that side.
"When did you get hear hear?" she whispered back.
"'Bout twenty seconds after you did," he answered.
"Don't scare me like that!" just then they heard stirring noises from Percy's room and decided to go back to bed from fear of getting caught.
The next morning they got back to discussing careers. They were already giving Ginny advice on what O.W.L.s she would need to do what careers, this included what classes she needed to buckle down in and which classes she could basically forget. All this reminded Remus of when he and his friends were thinking about the same things. It also reminded him of what they actually became. How it had turned so wrong. How Voldemort caused them, and everyone to lose all control of their lives, except for maybe wormtail. Then he was reminded of the dream he had the other night. the words "frightened of this thing that I've become," rang through his head. Lani noticed his tone of voice had changed. She could sense his pain, and it hurt her too. She wanted him to be happy, but happiness wasn't coming to Remus anytime soon.
"You know, Leylani's an auror, maybe she could give you guy some tips!" Remus said, sort of as an excuse to leave the conversation, and the room.
"Well, okay, though I must admit, when I became an auror, things were very different. I graduated Hogwarts two years after, um, Voldemort was defeated," she had trouble with the end of the sentence, not wanting to say "after Harry's parents died." She gave them a few pointers, and tips like, "It doesn't hurt to take extra notes, even if your not going to be tested on it, it could come in handy outside of class," and, "Don't let Professor Snape get to you, he's all right."
"That's easy fro you to say," Harry replied to her tip on Snape.
"Just because he's my cousin, doesn't mean I got any special treatment!" she said "He hated me for being a Gryffindor."
"We didn't know he was your cousin," Hermione said, but noted it, wormtail proved that not all Gryffindor's were good, and she already seemed rather suspicious. The discussion ended there, nobody could think of anything else relevant to say. Leylani was now painting her fingernails, Hermione noticed that she wasn't even looking at her fingers! But it didn't matter, not a drop spilled, in fact her crimson nails ended up looking flawless! Once her nails dried (within about two minutes thanks to a heating charm, she started doing her hair, in a bun. Then she applied make up. Both looking perfect (the bun was centered exactly!) and what's more? She did all this without the use of a mirror, a feat Hermione only dreamed of accomplishing, "oh yeah, dream, mirrors, no help," she thought," odd how well that brought me back to it. As Leylani finished up her lip gloss, and moved on to eye shadow, Hermione thought to offer her her mirror, she took it out of her pocket, then it hit her! "It all adds up now! She doesn't look at who she's speaking to, or what she's doing! My mirror wouldn't help her! SHE'S BLIND!" this struck Hermione so hard that she practically screamed it.
"So how do you do all that stuff withou--OW!" Ron was about to ask a stupid question before Hermione elbowed him, very hard.
"I 'see' that Hermione's figured something out about me that young Mr. Weasley hasn't," Leylani commented, "You are, by the way, correct in guessing that I cannot see."
Harry, who'd been of in his own world,was utterly surprised by this comment for a moment, then things started to make sense, and he drifted off again. He was happily dreaming until he realized, "How does a blind person become an auror?"
"The best way to learn is to ask. I was, luckily, gifted with better- than-usual senses from birth. I've always had great hearing, I have no use for extendable ears. Plus I have greater senses of smell, taste, and feeling, than most people, even if my hears are plugged, I can tell when somebody walks into or out of a room, and if I know them well, or it's a Malfoy, I can tell who it is, I have the hearing and sense of smell much like a wolf. I used o have above-average sight as well, but that ended at age four, since then I've seen nothing but light and shadows."
"Are you a--" Ron started a question again, and like the last time did not get to finish it.
"No, I'm not a werewolf, but am good friends with one," she said referring to Remus. "though I wish we were more than just friends" she thought, but didn't dare speak it when he was within earshot of her. He had walked in second before her comment, and at the end thought the same exact addition.
"So you consider me a friend, I thought I was you idol," he said with a hollow laugh.
"You were, back at Hogwarts. Things changed when, well you know," she replied.
Just then, the children in the room were called off to clean part of the house. This left Remus and Leylani alone for a while. "You know I used to really love you, back in school."
"I figured, with an entire fan club devoted to me, there wasn't much denying it," Remus told her, he couldn't help but wonder why humans had that constant need to state the obvious, "You always seemed so young for me then."
"Well, six years is a big difference, especially to a teenager," he wanted to continue with "but in our thirties, it seems like no time at all," only he didn't have he courage to. "Not much of a Gryfindor am I?" he thought to himself, "oh what the hell?" he decided to tell her his comment about their age difference.
"Glad you see it my way!" She told him. After a long pause she added, shyly, "'cause, I kind of still like you, or love you, or something."
Huge grins spread across both of their faces. "Then I'm glad I see it your way, too." It was rather sad that it took this long for them to get together, though. She was going to leave in a few days, and wasn't coming back until around the time of the Christmas Holidays. But, at least they still had four more days. Most of time she had left she spent talking to Remus about various things. Among their conversations the one they spent the most time on was about his teaching experiences at Hogwarts. Hermione "overheard" some of the conversation, and added that to her list of Lani's (they all eventually became comfortable enough with her to call her by her nickname) eccentricities.
The day before she left, one week before school started, the kids (Ron, Harry, Hermione, and Ginny, or the ones who hadn't finished school) where asking the "new guy" the usual million questions, they were still at 999,978 when Ginny inquired as to how much sight she did have, how much "light and shadows" included.
"Well, it's like walking around with you eyes closed. I can see shapes when they block light but that's about all. But it's different when I'm in the presence of a thestral, then, I can see the outline of it, as though a light were shining at me from behind it. And I can see in all of my dreams, the problem lies in my eyes, not brain."
"Is that some magical property of thestrals that wasn't in any book? Can all blind people see them?" Hermione asked.
"No, most can't, at least, nobody that was born blind. I had the misfortune of witnessing a murder before I went blind."
"Oh, sorry" Hermione apologized, noting the entire conversation.
That night, everyone said good-by to Lani after dinner. Well, everyone but Lupin, that is. Everyone decided that they'd let them pack her stuff in piece. She left at 2:35 am, leaving them close to five hours between the time she was packed and the time she had to leave. It was these five our that she decided they would have the talk that he had been dreading since they got together, the infamous "us " talk.
"Okay, we both know that I don't want to leave, but I have to, Dumbledore needs me. So I was hoping we could continue our relationship long-distance."
"That was it?" Remus thought, "Of course!" Remus exclaimed, "I couldn't break up with you, I mean, your all I have that's going good in my life!" ("Great," he thought, "I sound like corny Weird Sisters song") "I mean, I like working for the Order, but things were going badly. Truth be told, before I got your letter, I was pretty depressed. And now that we're, um, well, together," he continued. It felt odd to him talking about having a girl friend since he hadn't had one in fifteen years, since Rhea was killed by Voldemort. "Well, now that I have you, I finally have hope that things might actually get better."
"I never knew how things were before I came back, but I'm happy to see I made a positive impact." The rest of the night continued smoothly, now that they'd put that whole little discussion behind them. Later, Lupin was happy to receive his first real kiss in fifteen years.
Even though he still missed Sirius dearly, this was the first tim in his life that Lupin felt like things were going all right in his life. It was like Lani had cured some of the pains that had been haunting him for years (not the ones caused by various deaths in his life, more the ones caused by not being accepted in the real world, and never knowing what that "love" thing James kept ranting and raving about was and why it was so great). Suddenly Lupin was brought back to part of the dream he had the night before she came. It wasn't just "frightened of this thing that I've become" that he remembered earlier, it was, "I seek to cure what's deep inside, frightened of this thing that I've become." This was it, the cure to his disease, to his depression. He accompanied her on her that night, I mean was he supposed to trust just Moody, Tonks, and Kingsley to escort her all the way, what if something happened?
A/N (again): Okay, so if the prospect of a blind auror scares you, or you just can't believe it, I have three words for you: IT'S NOT REAL! This story is fiction, I made it up, it doesn't have to agree with reason, furthermore, all of Harry Potter and his world is fiction. It's made up!!! It's the proof that J. K. Rowling has a very active imagination, and likes teaching the world lessons. But if it seems far-fetched, it is. Give me a bad review if you'd like to. In fact, I'd love some constructive criticism.
Sincerely,
Sirius Black's Wife (widow now, I guess), Maxine
Disclaimer: much to my dismay I'm not J. K. Rowling, meaning I DON'T own Harry Potter or any affiliated characters, places, or spells, etc.
Chapter 4: Losing All Control
Hermione stood in front of a mirror brushing her hair and putting on muggle make up, the only problem was, what she was doing was not being reflected in the mirror. In the mirror, she was writing on a piece of parchment, and doing some sort of research. Ron was also reflected in the mirror, he was telling her to stop working. He kept telling her they had a date soon, she should get ready, "I am!" she insisted, but he kept looking at her reflection, not her, "Don't believe the dumb mirror, it's jinxed, look at me! I'm brushing my hair!" They were having one of their usual arguments.
A voice rang through the room, seemingly Ron's though his lips weren't moving, "I'm losing you, I'm losing all control. Just let me be," the voice seemed to have changed to Hermione's, though neither she nor her reflection was speaking anymore, "Just let me be alone for now. Once again we've gone off track and lost all hope for coming back," this was the exact way Hermione felt after all of their arguments! "It's time to restart and then, try all over over again,"
Hermione woke up immediately understanding her dream, "Well that's one definite sign your a TOTAL nerd, your dreams come with their own analyses," she thought to herself. She looked at her watch, i was only 12:30 am. She was about to go back to sleep, but then she heard voices. She crept out of bed and headed down the stairs, she caught Harry eves- dropping, and decided to join him.
"You at least got to see him!" It was Leylani, talking to Remus.
"I had unfair advantage in that department, I'll admit," Remus laughed a little, secretly it was the only way to keep himself from crying, "You never got to see him, what was I supposed to do, you never made this much fuss about never seeing James," Harry went red in the face, simply at his father's name.
"That's not what I meant. What I did mean was I never got to talk to him, not since the night before James and Lily died, anyway. That was also the last time I talked to them. I mean, I knew he was innocent, wormtail always seemed so much less trustworthy, I 'wrote' to him about a million times since he got out, but I never got any response, or at least not one of any use."
"What d'you s'pose she means by that" Ron whispered (he ws on the other side f Hermione as Harry), she flinched, she had not been expecting any noise from that side.
"When did you get hear hear?" she whispered back.
"'Bout twenty seconds after you did," he answered.
"Don't scare me like that!" just then they heard stirring noises from Percy's room and decided to go back to bed from fear of getting caught.
The next morning they got back to discussing careers. They were already giving Ginny advice on what O.W.L.s she would need to do what careers, this included what classes she needed to buckle down in and which classes she could basically forget. All this reminded Remus of when he and his friends were thinking about the same things. It also reminded him of what they actually became. How it had turned so wrong. How Voldemort caused them, and everyone to lose all control of their lives, except for maybe wormtail. Then he was reminded of the dream he had the other night. the words "frightened of this thing that I've become," rang through his head. Lani noticed his tone of voice had changed. She could sense his pain, and it hurt her too. She wanted him to be happy, but happiness wasn't coming to Remus anytime soon.
"You know, Leylani's an auror, maybe she could give you guy some tips!" Remus said, sort of as an excuse to leave the conversation, and the room.
"Well, okay, though I must admit, when I became an auror, things were very different. I graduated Hogwarts two years after, um, Voldemort was defeated," she had trouble with the end of the sentence, not wanting to say "after Harry's parents died." She gave them a few pointers, and tips like, "It doesn't hurt to take extra notes, even if your not going to be tested on it, it could come in handy outside of class," and, "Don't let Professor Snape get to you, he's all right."
"That's easy fro you to say," Harry replied to her tip on Snape.
"Just because he's my cousin, doesn't mean I got any special treatment!" she said "He hated me for being a Gryffindor."
"We didn't know he was your cousin," Hermione said, but noted it, wormtail proved that not all Gryffindor's were good, and she already seemed rather suspicious. The discussion ended there, nobody could think of anything else relevant to say. Leylani was now painting her fingernails, Hermione noticed that she wasn't even looking at her fingers! But it didn't matter, not a drop spilled, in fact her crimson nails ended up looking flawless! Once her nails dried (within about two minutes thanks to a heating charm, she started doing her hair, in a bun. Then she applied make up. Both looking perfect (the bun was centered exactly!) and what's more? She did all this without the use of a mirror, a feat Hermione only dreamed of accomplishing, "oh yeah, dream, mirrors, no help," she thought," odd how well that brought me back to it. As Leylani finished up her lip gloss, and moved on to eye shadow, Hermione thought to offer her her mirror, she took it out of her pocket, then it hit her! "It all adds up now! She doesn't look at who she's speaking to, or what she's doing! My mirror wouldn't help her! SHE'S BLIND!" this struck Hermione so hard that she practically screamed it.
"So how do you do all that stuff withou--OW!" Ron was about to ask a stupid question before Hermione elbowed him, very hard.
"I 'see' that Hermione's figured something out about me that young Mr. Weasley hasn't," Leylani commented, "You are, by the way, correct in guessing that I cannot see."
Harry, who'd been of in his own world,was utterly surprised by this comment for a moment, then things started to make sense, and he drifted off again. He was happily dreaming until he realized, "How does a blind person become an auror?"
"The best way to learn is to ask. I was, luckily, gifted with better- than-usual senses from birth. I've always had great hearing, I have no use for extendable ears. Plus I have greater senses of smell, taste, and feeling, than most people, even if my hears are plugged, I can tell when somebody walks into or out of a room, and if I know them well, or it's a Malfoy, I can tell who it is, I have the hearing and sense of smell much like a wolf. I used o have above-average sight as well, but that ended at age four, since then I've seen nothing but light and shadows."
"Are you a--" Ron started a question again, and like the last time did not get to finish it.
"No, I'm not a werewolf, but am good friends with one," she said referring to Remus. "though I wish we were more than just friends" she thought, but didn't dare speak it when he was within earshot of her. He had walked in second before her comment, and at the end thought the same exact addition.
"So you consider me a friend, I thought I was you idol," he said with a hollow laugh.
"You were, back at Hogwarts. Things changed when, well you know," she replied.
Just then, the children in the room were called off to clean part of the house. This left Remus and Leylani alone for a while. "You know I used to really love you, back in school."
"I figured, with an entire fan club devoted to me, there wasn't much denying it," Remus told her, he couldn't help but wonder why humans had that constant need to state the obvious, "You always seemed so young for me then."
"Well, six years is a big difference, especially to a teenager," he wanted to continue with "but in our thirties, it seems like no time at all," only he didn't have he courage to. "Not much of a Gryfindor am I?" he thought to himself, "oh what the hell?" he decided to tell her his comment about their age difference.
"Glad you see it my way!" She told him. After a long pause she added, shyly, "'cause, I kind of still like you, or love you, or something."
Huge grins spread across both of their faces. "Then I'm glad I see it your way, too." It was rather sad that it took this long for them to get together, though. She was going to leave in a few days, and wasn't coming back until around the time of the Christmas Holidays. But, at least they still had four more days. Most of time she had left she spent talking to Remus about various things. Among their conversations the one they spent the most time on was about his teaching experiences at Hogwarts. Hermione "overheard" some of the conversation, and added that to her list of Lani's (they all eventually became comfortable enough with her to call her by her nickname) eccentricities.
The day before she left, one week before school started, the kids (Ron, Harry, Hermione, and Ginny, or the ones who hadn't finished school) where asking the "new guy" the usual million questions, they were still at 999,978 when Ginny inquired as to how much sight she did have, how much "light and shadows" included.
"Well, it's like walking around with you eyes closed. I can see shapes when they block light but that's about all. But it's different when I'm in the presence of a thestral, then, I can see the outline of it, as though a light were shining at me from behind it. And I can see in all of my dreams, the problem lies in my eyes, not brain."
"Is that some magical property of thestrals that wasn't in any book? Can all blind people see them?" Hermione asked.
"No, most can't, at least, nobody that was born blind. I had the misfortune of witnessing a murder before I went blind."
"Oh, sorry" Hermione apologized, noting the entire conversation.
That night, everyone said good-by to Lani after dinner. Well, everyone but Lupin, that is. Everyone decided that they'd let them pack her stuff in piece. She left at 2:35 am, leaving them close to five hours between the time she was packed and the time she had to leave. It was these five our that she decided they would have the talk that he had been dreading since they got together, the infamous "us " talk.
"Okay, we both know that I don't want to leave, but I have to, Dumbledore needs me. So I was hoping we could continue our relationship long-distance."
"That was it?" Remus thought, "Of course!" Remus exclaimed, "I couldn't break up with you, I mean, your all I have that's going good in my life!" ("Great," he thought, "I sound like corny Weird Sisters song") "I mean, I like working for the Order, but things were going badly. Truth be told, before I got your letter, I was pretty depressed. And now that we're, um, well, together," he continued. It felt odd to him talking about having a girl friend since he hadn't had one in fifteen years, since Rhea was killed by Voldemort. "Well, now that I have you, I finally have hope that things might actually get better."
"I never knew how things were before I came back, but I'm happy to see I made a positive impact." The rest of the night continued smoothly, now that they'd put that whole little discussion behind them. Later, Lupin was happy to receive his first real kiss in fifteen years.
Even though he still missed Sirius dearly, this was the first tim in his life that Lupin felt like things were going all right in his life. It was like Lani had cured some of the pains that had been haunting him for years (not the ones caused by various deaths in his life, more the ones caused by not being accepted in the real world, and never knowing what that "love" thing James kept ranting and raving about was and why it was so great). Suddenly Lupin was brought back to part of the dream he had the night before she came. It wasn't just "frightened of this thing that I've become" that he remembered earlier, it was, "I seek to cure what's deep inside, frightened of this thing that I've become." This was it, the cure to his disease, to his depression. He accompanied her on her that night, I mean was he supposed to trust just Moody, Tonks, and Kingsley to escort her all the way, what if something happened?
A/N (again): Okay, so if the prospect of a blind auror scares you, or you just can't believe it, I have three words for you: IT'S NOT REAL! This story is fiction, I made it up, it doesn't have to agree with reason, furthermore, all of Harry Potter and his world is fiction. It's made up!!! It's the proof that J. K. Rowling has a very active imagination, and likes teaching the world lessons. But if it seems far-fetched, it is. Give me a bad review if you'd like to. In fact, I'd love some constructive criticism.
Sincerely,
Sirius Black's Wife (widow now, I guess), Maxine
