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Bethany went to bed that night worried. Mostly for Remus but also because she was afraid she would fail him.
She woke up groggy and tired like usual. Most of her actions were mechanical but to be honest she didn't want to go to Divination or History of Magic. She plopped down next to James and buttered a roll while shoving another it into her mouth. She wasn't in a hurry she was just feeling tired and sloppy.
"Is Remus ok?" She asked.
James side glanced at Sirius and he shrugged, "Yea he's fine why?"
"He wasn't in the common room last night. We usual have a bonding time before we go to bed and since you guys are close I figured he would have told you. That and he's not a breakfast," Bethany said. "Do you think he'd want to see me?"
"I'm sure he'd want to see you," James said as he piled food on to his plate.
"Thanks James!" She kissed his cheek and ran off to what they expected to be the hospital wing.
"Do you think she knows?" James asked.
"I doubt it. Remus would have told us if he told her...right?" Sirius half said half questioned. They both looked at each other. Both of their eyes widened and they ran after her.
"But Madame Pomfrey I just want to visit!" Bethany protested.
"I don't think he should have any visitors," Madame Pomfrey replied.
"He's my best friend and I want to make sure he's ok," Bethany said trying to glance around the nurse that was blocking the way.
"Well let me just ask Mr. Lupin," Madame Pomfrey disappeared behind the door and whispering was heard. She appeared at the door a moment later. "Mr. Lupin would like to see you now." Bethany nodded and walked past her to Remus's bed.
Remus lay in the hospital bed with a large bandage on his forehead and a few on his arms. He looked terrible. Pale and really sickly and thinner than usual. He gave a weak smile.
"Hey, I can explain," Remus began.
She held her hand up to silence him, "You don't need to make excuses your ok and that's all that matters. When you want to talk about it I'll be ready. I think what's more important is what you overheard yesterday." She frowned.
"Why didn't you tell me?" He looked at the white starched sheets as if they were suddenly amusing.
"I was going to tell you," she said. She looked at him but he didn't look back. She sighed and sat on his bed. "Remus we all have our secrets right? You of all of us should know that." She bit her tongue. 'Fuck.'
He looked up suddenly, "What do you mean?"
"Nothing," she said quickly. A little too quickly for Remus's liking. "Everyone has a secret you know? Mine is...well you already know."
"I have a secret too..." Remus began. But before he could finish his statement Sirius and James came running in with an angry Madame Pomfrey behind them.
"You know!" James puffed.
"What are you talking about?" Remus asked looking between the two.
"You mean you didn't tell her?" Sirius exclaimed.
Remus gave them a warning look, "You'll have to excuse them. Too much butterbeer."
Bethany sighed; "I don't know what you two are playing at but Remus and I were trying to have a serious talk so if you don't mind..." she stood up and started shooing them out the door.
"Look if you can say something to Remus you can say it to us," James said.
"No James I think it's important. Maybe we should leave," Sirius gave Bethany a knowing nod.
"What? Padfoot your joking right?" James asked.
"No Prongs I'm not. We'll come back and visit later. If she wanted to tell us she'd tell us," Sirius draped his arm over James's shoulder and they walked out the hospital wing door.
Remus sighed, "Bethany I want to help you."
"How are you going to do that?" Bethany resumed her spot on Remus's bed.
"Come to me when these feelings come to you. I don't care if it's at two in the morning come to me straight away and if I'm...not available then talk to Sirius or James. We'll all help you out," Remus said.
"You would do that for me?" She looked into his amber eyes.
He smiled, "Of course I would. You're my best friend." Bethany smiled back. She would be helping him too. Now if only she could learn the spell.
***
History of Magic had been utterly boring and Divination was just plain annoying. The old bug had predicted yet another death. Much to her excitement it was dinnertime. Time seemed to pass by slowly as she sat at the great hall. An hour after dinner. She couldn't wait. She happily drank her pumpkin juice as the conversation at the table continued.
Dinner seemed long and boring to her. They all trudged up the stairs to do homework. That had to get her mind off of everything. She rushed through her homework and shoved it back into her school bag. She set her school robe on her chair and walked down the stairs and into the common room. Everyone was sitting around the fireplace playing wizards chess or talking. Bethany started to walk past the Marauders and to the portrait.
"Where are you going?" James asked as he moved a piece. Remus was apparently kicking his ass.
"To the library. You know research and stuff. Don't know how long I'll be," Bethany replied.
"Right, well, have fun," James said.
Remus moved a piece and smirked, "Check mate."
Bethany practically ran down the hallway. "Miss O'Keefe slow down!" Professor McGonagall shouted.
"Sorry professor!" She yelled back over her shoulder. She skidded to a halt and walked into the library trying to look calm and collected. She walked to the back of the library and to Severus's usual table.
He smirked, "I saw you running in the hallway. Excited much?"
Bethany laughed nervously, "Well you know thought I was running late..."
"Right, well, I got all the books I could mind on the subject. I guess we should probably sift through them and find which is what we're looking for," He sat in one of the seats and picked a book off of the top and began skimming through it. Bethany followed pursuit.
A few hours and loads of books later Bethany became irritated, "Well so far we found out what it means and who is registered. This is useless."
"Well I'm sorry but maybe you should ask Black or Potter to help you. They would know more about this than I would," Severus hinted.
"What are you talking about?" Bethany looked up from her book.
"Nothing. I'm just saying that there's not much else I can do. There's no potion that can help you. You need to find the spell," he said as he opened another book. Bethany sighed as she picked up the last book and started to flip through it.
"Hello, hello I think I found what we're looking for," Bethany said. "It gives the rather long and difficult steps you have to complete."
Severus sighed and looked at the clock, "Bethany it's almost midnight just check the book out and we'll try to figure it out tomorrow."
"Midnight? Crap!" She jumped up from her chair and started running out the door. "Thanks again Sev see you tomorrow!" She said over her shoulder.
He sighed, "Women."
Bethany looked around the corner and ran down the final stretch and skidding around a corner where she tripped over her own feet and fell onto the plush carpet in front of the Fat Lady.
"Oh my. Deary are you alright?" The portrait asked. The portrait door opened. She jumped up suddenly and dusted herself off. A very amused Remus stood there snickering.
"Are you ok?" He asked trying to hold back his laughter.
"Fine thank you," she glared at him.
"I was worried about you. Thought I missed you or something," Remus said and she walked through the portrait and into the common room.
"I wouldn't miss it for the world," she said smiling. She plopped down onto the comfy couch and Remus sat next to her.
"What took you so long?" Remus asked.
"Couldn't find the book I was looking for," Bethany said simply. Well it was the truth!
"Ah I see. Have any luck?" He tilted his head in amusement.
"Actually yes," She replied. "So whats the topic for tonight?"
He smiled, "Anything and everything."
"Well tell me about yourself. I don't know much," she tried to sit Indian style on the couch but failed miserably.
Remus smiled at her attempt, "I was born in a small town in France where I lived with my father and mother. My mother died when I was very young I only remember a little bit of her. She used to sing to me at night. She had the prettiest voice I always hoped mine sounded like hers." He stared at his lap.
"What did she sing to you?" Bethany asked.
"French songs," Remus replied.
Bethany smiled, "I didn't know you knew French. I should have figured it out from your last name."
"You know French?" He asked. Bethany nodded. "We'll have so much fun confusing the others."
"Do you think you could sing for me sometime?" Bethany asked.
He looked up, "I don't know if I remember the song. Only bits and pieces."
"I don't know many songs in French," Bethany said.
"Neither do I," Remus mused. "I still talk to my father in French. Sometimes I'll start talking and not realize it's not English. It confuses the hell out of Sirius and James. Although I think Sirius knows some. James always asks him to translate. I remember when I just came here. Whenever someone would tap me on the shoulder I would said oui automatically. I got used to English though. I only really use it now to speak to my father."
"Hmm, I think mine's a little rusty but we'll give it a try tomorrow," Bethany said. "My dad would always talk to me about groups like The Beatles. It would amaze me how much he knew. We always got into the best conversations mostly about music or muggle history. My dad was fascinated by it."
"I like muggle history too much more exciting," Remus yawned and placed his head on Bethany's shoulder. "I hope you don't mind." He said sheepishly. "I'm a little tired."
"It's ok...you look a little worn," Bethany whispered. Remus nodded against her shoulder and snuggled deeper into her for warmth and comfort. She petted him and ran her finger through his hair.
"Beth can you sing to me?" Remus half mumbled. "It helps me fall asleep."
Bethany smiled and stroked his hair as she sang one of the only French songs she knew.
La lune trop bleme pose un diademe sur tes cheveux roux
La lune trop rousse de gloire eclabousse ton jupon plein d'trous
La lune trop pale caresse l'opale de tes yeux blases
Princesse de la rue soit la bienvenue dans mon coeur brise
The stairways up to la butte
Can make the wreched sigh
While windmill wings of the moulin
shelter you and I
Petite mandigotte je sens ta menotte qui cherche ma main
Je sens ta poitrine et ta taille fine
J'oublie mon chagrin
Je sens sur tes levres une odeur de fievre de gosse mal nourri
Et sous ta caresse je sens une ivresse qui m'aneantit
The stairways up to la butte
Can make the wreched sigh
While windmill wings of the moulin
shelter you and I
Et voila qu'elle trotte la lune qui flotte, la princesse aussi
La da da da da da da da da da
Mes reves epanouis
Les escaliers de la butte sont durs aux misereux
Les ailes du moulin protegent les amoureux
He fell asleep and she smiled as she picked up a blanket that was sitting on the couch's arm. She draped it over both of them and kissed his forehead. She then fell into a deep sleep completely content and happy for the first time in many years.
A/N: translation to song:
The moon, all too fair, in your russet-red hair sets a sparkling crown. The moon, all too red with glory, is spread on your poor, tattered gown. The moon, all too white, caresses the light in your world-weary eyes. Princess of the street, do allow me to greet you, my broken heart cries. The steps of Montmartre, all uphill, are hardest on the poor. The sails of the mill, like wings, shelter all paramours. I feel, beggar-girl, your fetters, they curl as they seek out my wrists. I feel your young breasts, your thin little waist. I lose my regrets. I taste on your mouth the feverish breath of a half-starving waif. And with your caress I sense drunkenness erasing my life. The steps of Montmartre, all uphill, are hardest on the poor. The sails of the mill, like wings, shelter all paramours. And see how she skips, the moon how she drifts,
The princess in tow. Da da da da da da da da da da. My reveries grow. The steps of Montmartre, all uphill, are hardest on the poor. The sails of the mill, like wings, shelter.
The song belongs to Moulin Rouge. Please review.
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Bethany went to bed that night worried. Mostly for Remus but also because she was afraid she would fail him.
She woke up groggy and tired like usual. Most of her actions were mechanical but to be honest she didn't want to go to Divination or History of Magic. She plopped down next to James and buttered a roll while shoving another it into her mouth. She wasn't in a hurry she was just feeling tired and sloppy.
"Is Remus ok?" She asked.
James side glanced at Sirius and he shrugged, "Yea he's fine why?"
"He wasn't in the common room last night. We usual have a bonding time before we go to bed and since you guys are close I figured he would have told you. That and he's not a breakfast," Bethany said. "Do you think he'd want to see me?"
"I'm sure he'd want to see you," James said as he piled food on to his plate.
"Thanks James!" She kissed his cheek and ran off to what they expected to be the hospital wing.
"Do you think she knows?" James asked.
"I doubt it. Remus would have told us if he told her...right?" Sirius half said half questioned. They both looked at each other. Both of their eyes widened and they ran after her.
"But Madame Pomfrey I just want to visit!" Bethany protested.
"I don't think he should have any visitors," Madame Pomfrey replied.
"He's my best friend and I want to make sure he's ok," Bethany said trying to glance around the nurse that was blocking the way.
"Well let me just ask Mr. Lupin," Madame Pomfrey disappeared behind the door and whispering was heard. She appeared at the door a moment later. "Mr. Lupin would like to see you now." Bethany nodded and walked past her to Remus's bed.
Remus lay in the hospital bed with a large bandage on his forehead and a few on his arms. He looked terrible. Pale and really sickly and thinner than usual. He gave a weak smile.
"Hey, I can explain," Remus began.
She held her hand up to silence him, "You don't need to make excuses your ok and that's all that matters. When you want to talk about it I'll be ready. I think what's more important is what you overheard yesterday." She frowned.
"Why didn't you tell me?" He looked at the white starched sheets as if they were suddenly amusing.
"I was going to tell you," she said. She looked at him but he didn't look back. She sighed and sat on his bed. "Remus we all have our secrets right? You of all of us should know that." She bit her tongue. 'Fuck.'
He looked up suddenly, "What do you mean?"
"Nothing," she said quickly. A little too quickly for Remus's liking. "Everyone has a secret you know? Mine is...well you already know."
"I have a secret too..." Remus began. But before he could finish his statement Sirius and James came running in with an angry Madame Pomfrey behind them.
"You know!" James puffed.
"What are you talking about?" Remus asked looking between the two.
"You mean you didn't tell her?" Sirius exclaimed.
Remus gave them a warning look, "You'll have to excuse them. Too much butterbeer."
Bethany sighed; "I don't know what you two are playing at but Remus and I were trying to have a serious talk so if you don't mind..." she stood up and started shooing them out the door.
"Look if you can say something to Remus you can say it to us," James said.
"No James I think it's important. Maybe we should leave," Sirius gave Bethany a knowing nod.
"What? Padfoot your joking right?" James asked.
"No Prongs I'm not. We'll come back and visit later. If she wanted to tell us she'd tell us," Sirius draped his arm over James's shoulder and they walked out the hospital wing door.
Remus sighed, "Bethany I want to help you."
"How are you going to do that?" Bethany resumed her spot on Remus's bed.
"Come to me when these feelings come to you. I don't care if it's at two in the morning come to me straight away and if I'm...not available then talk to Sirius or James. We'll all help you out," Remus said.
"You would do that for me?" She looked into his amber eyes.
He smiled, "Of course I would. You're my best friend." Bethany smiled back. She would be helping him too. Now if only she could learn the spell.
***
History of Magic had been utterly boring and Divination was just plain annoying. The old bug had predicted yet another death. Much to her excitement it was dinnertime. Time seemed to pass by slowly as she sat at the great hall. An hour after dinner. She couldn't wait. She happily drank her pumpkin juice as the conversation at the table continued.
Dinner seemed long and boring to her. They all trudged up the stairs to do homework. That had to get her mind off of everything. She rushed through her homework and shoved it back into her school bag. She set her school robe on her chair and walked down the stairs and into the common room. Everyone was sitting around the fireplace playing wizards chess or talking. Bethany started to walk past the Marauders and to the portrait.
"Where are you going?" James asked as he moved a piece. Remus was apparently kicking his ass.
"To the library. You know research and stuff. Don't know how long I'll be," Bethany replied.
"Right, well, have fun," James said.
Remus moved a piece and smirked, "Check mate."
Bethany practically ran down the hallway. "Miss O'Keefe slow down!" Professor McGonagall shouted.
"Sorry professor!" She yelled back over her shoulder. She skidded to a halt and walked into the library trying to look calm and collected. She walked to the back of the library and to Severus's usual table.
He smirked, "I saw you running in the hallway. Excited much?"
Bethany laughed nervously, "Well you know thought I was running late..."
"Right, well, I got all the books I could mind on the subject. I guess we should probably sift through them and find which is what we're looking for," He sat in one of the seats and picked a book off of the top and began skimming through it. Bethany followed pursuit.
A few hours and loads of books later Bethany became irritated, "Well so far we found out what it means and who is registered. This is useless."
"Well I'm sorry but maybe you should ask Black or Potter to help you. They would know more about this than I would," Severus hinted.
"What are you talking about?" Bethany looked up from her book.
"Nothing. I'm just saying that there's not much else I can do. There's no potion that can help you. You need to find the spell," he said as he opened another book. Bethany sighed as she picked up the last book and started to flip through it.
"Hello, hello I think I found what we're looking for," Bethany said. "It gives the rather long and difficult steps you have to complete."
Severus sighed and looked at the clock, "Bethany it's almost midnight just check the book out and we'll try to figure it out tomorrow."
"Midnight? Crap!" She jumped up from her chair and started running out the door. "Thanks again Sev see you tomorrow!" She said over her shoulder.
He sighed, "Women."
Bethany looked around the corner and ran down the final stretch and skidding around a corner where she tripped over her own feet and fell onto the plush carpet in front of the Fat Lady.
"Oh my. Deary are you alright?" The portrait asked. The portrait door opened. She jumped up suddenly and dusted herself off. A very amused Remus stood there snickering.
"Are you ok?" He asked trying to hold back his laughter.
"Fine thank you," she glared at him.
"I was worried about you. Thought I missed you or something," Remus said and she walked through the portrait and into the common room.
"I wouldn't miss it for the world," she said smiling. She plopped down onto the comfy couch and Remus sat next to her.
"What took you so long?" Remus asked.
"Couldn't find the book I was looking for," Bethany said simply. Well it was the truth!
"Ah I see. Have any luck?" He tilted his head in amusement.
"Actually yes," She replied. "So whats the topic for tonight?"
He smiled, "Anything and everything."
"Well tell me about yourself. I don't know much," she tried to sit Indian style on the couch but failed miserably.
Remus smiled at her attempt, "I was born in a small town in France where I lived with my father and mother. My mother died when I was very young I only remember a little bit of her. She used to sing to me at night. She had the prettiest voice I always hoped mine sounded like hers." He stared at his lap.
"What did she sing to you?" Bethany asked.
"French songs," Remus replied.
Bethany smiled, "I didn't know you knew French. I should have figured it out from your last name."
"You know French?" He asked. Bethany nodded. "We'll have so much fun confusing the others."
"Do you think you could sing for me sometime?" Bethany asked.
He looked up, "I don't know if I remember the song. Only bits and pieces."
"I don't know many songs in French," Bethany said.
"Neither do I," Remus mused. "I still talk to my father in French. Sometimes I'll start talking and not realize it's not English. It confuses the hell out of Sirius and James. Although I think Sirius knows some. James always asks him to translate. I remember when I just came here. Whenever someone would tap me on the shoulder I would said oui automatically. I got used to English though. I only really use it now to speak to my father."
"Hmm, I think mine's a little rusty but we'll give it a try tomorrow," Bethany said. "My dad would always talk to me about groups like The Beatles. It would amaze me how much he knew. We always got into the best conversations mostly about music or muggle history. My dad was fascinated by it."
"I like muggle history too much more exciting," Remus yawned and placed his head on Bethany's shoulder. "I hope you don't mind." He said sheepishly. "I'm a little tired."
"It's ok...you look a little worn," Bethany whispered. Remus nodded against her shoulder and snuggled deeper into her for warmth and comfort. She petted him and ran her finger through his hair.
"Beth can you sing to me?" Remus half mumbled. "It helps me fall asleep."
Bethany smiled and stroked his hair as she sang one of the only French songs she knew.
La lune trop bleme pose un diademe sur tes cheveux roux
La lune trop rousse de gloire eclabousse ton jupon plein d'trous
La lune trop pale caresse l'opale de tes yeux blases
Princesse de la rue soit la bienvenue dans mon coeur brise
The stairways up to la butte
Can make the wreched sigh
While windmill wings of the moulin
shelter you and I
Petite mandigotte je sens ta menotte qui cherche ma main
Je sens ta poitrine et ta taille fine
J'oublie mon chagrin
Je sens sur tes levres une odeur de fievre de gosse mal nourri
Et sous ta caresse je sens une ivresse qui m'aneantit
The stairways up to la butte
Can make the wreched sigh
While windmill wings of the moulin
shelter you and I
Et voila qu'elle trotte la lune qui flotte, la princesse aussi
La da da da da da da da da da
Mes reves epanouis
Les escaliers de la butte sont durs aux misereux
Les ailes du moulin protegent les amoureux
He fell asleep and she smiled as she picked up a blanket that was sitting on the couch's arm. She draped it over both of them and kissed his forehead. She then fell into a deep sleep completely content and happy for the first time in many years.
A/N: translation to song:
The moon, all too fair, in your russet-red hair sets a sparkling crown. The moon, all too red with glory, is spread on your poor, tattered gown. The moon, all too white, caresses the light in your world-weary eyes. Princess of the street, do allow me to greet you, my broken heart cries. The steps of Montmartre, all uphill, are hardest on the poor. The sails of the mill, like wings, shelter all paramours. I feel, beggar-girl, your fetters, they curl as they seek out my wrists. I feel your young breasts, your thin little waist. I lose my regrets. I taste on your mouth the feverish breath of a half-starving waif. And with your caress I sense drunkenness erasing my life. The steps of Montmartre, all uphill, are hardest on the poor. The sails of the mill, like wings, shelter all paramours. And see how she skips, the moon how she drifts,
The princess in tow. Da da da da da da da da da da. My reveries grow. The steps of Montmartre, all uphill, are hardest on the poor. The sails of the mill, like wings, shelter.
The song belongs to Moulin Rouge. Please review.
A/N: Sorry I was on vacation on the East Coast. Well, school starts Wed. Ick. Wish me luck.
Marauder-luver-forever: thanks so much! I worked really hard on my character to make her seem real. I'll check out your fic don't worry.
Icyblue91: I'm really flattered. Wow...never gotten such a great compliment before.
Diosa Alexia: Yes the plot always thickens. Hope you enjoyed the update. Sorry it took so long!
Eowyn of Ithilien: I was debated whether or not to slap Sirius, but I obviously didn't. I'm glad you like Snape in the story. I decided to kinda tell it from both POV. It's good to see you noticed some hints aka long sleeves. Hope you enjoyed this update.
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