Hello again. For those of you who are reading this sorry it took me so long
to update. I had to make some major revisions after rereading different
parts of books one through five. I also decided to make this take place in
the seventh year and I am going to assume Harry had an encounter with
Voldemort in the sixth year and both came out of it relatively unharmed.
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Remus
I sat with Terentia in my arms until she fell asleep. This wasn't the first time I've had to play the understanding, comforting brother, though. After our father and brother died our mother battled depression for a few months. There was no one there for an eight-year-old Terri besides my eleven-year-old self. I would cradle her in my arms as she screamed for Daddy and Rommy like an infant until she fell asleep. Those days were hard and I haven't seen her cry like that since. She keeps many of her emotions private and the only person allowed to see them was Sirius. For some reason or another they loved each other, even when they were separated for fifteen years. It has been difficult for everyone to never even mention the fact that I have a younger sibling, but now she's coming home so hopefully she can recover and gradually start a new life where she'll be closer to Sirius.
I carried her into what I assumed to be her room and tucked her into bed. I then found a room with another bed and began to tire myself with some reading by Glen Secundus. After about five chapters of the boring novel I drifted off to sleep.
The next morning I was jolted awake by a fully dressed and seemingly sane Terentia.
"Come on Remus, if you don't get up now we'll miss our flight," she said.
"Flight? What are you talking about? We can't possibly fly on broomsticks across the Atlantic Ocean!" I said, staring at her and thinking that maybe she was going insane.
"Of course you can't! That wasn't what I was planning on. We are taking and airplane Remus!"
"A muggle plane? Are you insane? Don't they crash all of the time? Why can't we just apparate?"
"First of all, they do not crash all of the time. They are perfectly safe. I've ridden on them dozens of times. Secondly, I can't apparate."
"What? I was there when you passed the test! I've seen you apparate!"
"Well, I do know how, but in the U.S. you need a license to apparte. I had one when I first got here I got one, but it expired and I haven't bothered to get a new one."
"Ok, well get a new one then."
"I can't."
"Why not?"
"Because it will take too long to get it. I'll have to retake the test."
"Fine, I'll go get ready, but if we die I'm blaming it on you."
"Remus, you will be fine on the plane. Don't worry about it."
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About an hour later I found myself inside the colossal muggle contraption, the airplane. We hadn't even taken off yet and I was already shaking. Terri notice my trembling and laughed softly at my pain, then gripped my had in a reassuring manner. I looked around the first class compartment of the airplane at my fellow cabin mates. They were mostly made up of businessmen wearing suits and talking on primitive hellytones, or is tellytones? Oh, no matter. One of the more interesting people on this plane was a small child who every once in a while would glance at me in mild curiosity. The child seemed to think it was comical that a grown man would be terrified of flying. Well, I'll have you know I'm not terrified of flying, just flying something that was constructed by muggles.
"Why don't you take out your book? It should calm you down," asked Terri.
"Not until we take off. You said that was the worst part. I wouldn't be able to concentrate until it is over," I responded.
"Alright, just try to calm down. It's not so bad."
I then began to squirm around in the uncomfortable seat. I then noticed a small lever on the side of the seat. Unfortunately, curiosity got the best of me and I moronically pulled the lever. My seat shot backwards sending the teacup I was holding into the air and the contents of the cup into my lap. To make matters worse, I was screaming obscenities to the woman I was staring up at from the reclining position of my seat.
"Bloody hell, Remus! Are you alright?' Terentia shouted as she stood up.
"Yes, yes. Quite alright," I hissed through gritted teeth.
I tugged at the little lever at the side of my seat again and to my great distress nothing happened. In exasperation, I grabbed by wand from the little bag by my feet, hexed the chair, and cleaned up the mess I made in my lap. I then glanced up at Terentia. Her eyes were wide with horror.
"Don't worry dear, everything's tip top now," I said to her.
I then realized what I had down in front of all those muggles. I looked around the cabin and saw about sixty people staring at me in wonder and awe. A blonde flight attendant began to come towards with me with a muggle firing contraption. I assumed she thought I was a terrorist of sorts, but I didn't wait around to confirm that fact. I quickly cast a memory charm on the muggles standing around me and sat back down. Terri stilled looked at me like I was insane, then just shook her head and began to read.
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The rest of the flight was thankfully uneventful, except for the episode with the boy who was still staring at me and what the muggles call a "barf bag". It was all quite embarrassing for the youngster and I felt sorry that I couldn't perform a memory charm on the young chap.
Terentia and I chatted idly for a little while before she began to ask me the details of Sirius's death. I told her everything that I remembered about the night Sirius was killed. She took everything quite well, but was very quiet after our conversation. She clammed up for the rest of the flight and I was again sucked into my novel.
When we landed, we were able to quickly apparate to Grimmauld Place and Terentia went up to bed complaining of a headache. This worried me. Whenever Terentia had a headache before she went to bed it usually meant that she would dream and Terentia has a special type of dreams. The type that can predict the future.
Remus
I sat with Terentia in my arms until she fell asleep. This wasn't the first time I've had to play the understanding, comforting brother, though. After our father and brother died our mother battled depression for a few months. There was no one there for an eight-year-old Terri besides my eleven-year-old self. I would cradle her in my arms as she screamed for Daddy and Rommy like an infant until she fell asleep. Those days were hard and I haven't seen her cry like that since. She keeps many of her emotions private and the only person allowed to see them was Sirius. For some reason or another they loved each other, even when they were separated for fifteen years. It has been difficult for everyone to never even mention the fact that I have a younger sibling, but now she's coming home so hopefully she can recover and gradually start a new life where she'll be closer to Sirius.
I carried her into what I assumed to be her room and tucked her into bed. I then found a room with another bed and began to tire myself with some reading by Glen Secundus. After about five chapters of the boring novel I drifted off to sleep.
The next morning I was jolted awake by a fully dressed and seemingly sane Terentia.
"Come on Remus, if you don't get up now we'll miss our flight," she said.
"Flight? What are you talking about? We can't possibly fly on broomsticks across the Atlantic Ocean!" I said, staring at her and thinking that maybe she was going insane.
"Of course you can't! That wasn't what I was planning on. We are taking and airplane Remus!"
"A muggle plane? Are you insane? Don't they crash all of the time? Why can't we just apparate?"
"First of all, they do not crash all of the time. They are perfectly safe. I've ridden on them dozens of times. Secondly, I can't apparate."
"What? I was there when you passed the test! I've seen you apparate!"
"Well, I do know how, but in the U.S. you need a license to apparte. I had one when I first got here I got one, but it expired and I haven't bothered to get a new one."
"Ok, well get a new one then."
"I can't."
"Why not?"
"Because it will take too long to get it. I'll have to retake the test."
"Fine, I'll go get ready, but if we die I'm blaming it on you."
"Remus, you will be fine on the plane. Don't worry about it."
# # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # #
About an hour later I found myself inside the colossal muggle contraption, the airplane. We hadn't even taken off yet and I was already shaking. Terri notice my trembling and laughed softly at my pain, then gripped my had in a reassuring manner. I looked around the first class compartment of the airplane at my fellow cabin mates. They were mostly made up of businessmen wearing suits and talking on primitive hellytones, or is tellytones? Oh, no matter. One of the more interesting people on this plane was a small child who every once in a while would glance at me in mild curiosity. The child seemed to think it was comical that a grown man would be terrified of flying. Well, I'll have you know I'm not terrified of flying, just flying something that was constructed by muggles.
"Why don't you take out your book? It should calm you down," asked Terri.
"Not until we take off. You said that was the worst part. I wouldn't be able to concentrate until it is over," I responded.
"Alright, just try to calm down. It's not so bad."
I then began to squirm around in the uncomfortable seat. I then noticed a small lever on the side of the seat. Unfortunately, curiosity got the best of me and I moronically pulled the lever. My seat shot backwards sending the teacup I was holding into the air and the contents of the cup into my lap. To make matters worse, I was screaming obscenities to the woman I was staring up at from the reclining position of my seat.
"Bloody hell, Remus! Are you alright?' Terentia shouted as she stood up.
"Yes, yes. Quite alright," I hissed through gritted teeth.
I tugged at the little lever at the side of my seat again and to my great distress nothing happened. In exasperation, I grabbed by wand from the little bag by my feet, hexed the chair, and cleaned up the mess I made in my lap. I then glanced up at Terentia. Her eyes were wide with horror.
"Don't worry dear, everything's tip top now," I said to her.
I then realized what I had down in front of all those muggles. I looked around the cabin and saw about sixty people staring at me in wonder and awe. A blonde flight attendant began to come towards with me with a muggle firing contraption. I assumed she thought I was a terrorist of sorts, but I didn't wait around to confirm that fact. I quickly cast a memory charm on the muggles standing around me and sat back down. Terri stilled looked at me like I was insane, then just shook her head and began to read.
# # # # # # # # # # # # # #
The rest of the flight was thankfully uneventful, except for the episode with the boy who was still staring at me and what the muggles call a "barf bag". It was all quite embarrassing for the youngster and I felt sorry that I couldn't perform a memory charm on the young chap.
Terentia and I chatted idly for a little while before she began to ask me the details of Sirius's death. I told her everything that I remembered about the night Sirius was killed. She took everything quite well, but was very quiet after our conversation. She clammed up for the rest of the flight and I was again sucked into my novel.
When we landed, we were able to quickly apparate to Grimmauld Place and Terentia went up to bed complaining of a headache. This worried me. Whenever Terentia had a headache before she went to bed it usually meant that she would dream and Terentia has a special type of dreams. The type that can predict the future.