A/N: Sorry for it being slow…. but I assure you, its going somewhere…
Chapter 4: the awakening
Remus awoke on the Sunday morning feeling better than he had the previous night. He saw the map still lying on his desk from the night before and padded over to stare at it.
As he picked up his wand he suddenly remembered.
'Incantato personi manere'
It was an ancient spell and he remembered which book it came from.
He had to get to Hogwarts.
He got the map, stuffed it in his pocket, threw on his clothes and bolted down stairs.
" Is that you Remus?" Mrs. Weasley asked coming from the kitchen.
Remus felt a pang of guilt. He had yelled at her boys last night and hadn't yet issued an apology. He didn't mean to be so rude; he was on edge and when the map had come he had forgotten completely.
" Oh, Molly," he said, brushing a lock of his greying hair out of his face. " Where are the boys? I feel terrible about what I said to them last night—"
" Don't worry Remus," she said with a comforting smile. " They shouldn't have said anything like that, it was wrong. But they're not here; they left half an hour ago to their shop. Business is really booming. But where are you going off in such a hurry? Surely you have time for a spot of breakfast?"
" I guess I have time, I was just going to go and see Dumbledore at Hogwarts today. On they way back I'll stop and have a chat o he boys… maybe purchase a pair of extendable ears"
He sat down at the table and Molly pilled a few eggs and three sausages onto his plate. " Eat up dear," she said, " You mightn't be back for lunch."
Remus obligingly ate the meal Molly had cooked for him and saying his thankyous went out of the kitchen and to the fireplace in the living room. He grabbed a handful of Floo Powder and stepping into the flames threw the dust down and bellowed "Hogwarts!"
He was speeding through the atmosphere and he was suddenly thrown of a fireplace and onto the floor. He looked up. He was in the Great Hall. It looked as it always did but since the students were on holidays it looked haunted and lonely.
He pulled out the Marauder's Map and opened it. Dumbledore was still in his office and Snape was in the library.
'Just my luck,' he thought bitterly. 'He'll be awfully nosey as usual.'
He put the map back in his pocket and hurried to the library. Snape was in there, sitting at one of the tables correcting papers.
"Hello there Severus," Remus said politely as he entered, closing the door behind him. Snape's pallid face snapped up from the papers and looked over to where Remus was standing.
" Lupin," he said without any tone in his voice. " What are you doing here?"
" I was going to ask you the same thing."
They held each other's eye contact for sometime. Severus had not spoken to Lupin since he heard of Sirius's death. Although he hated the Marauder's more than he hated the Gryffindor Quidditch team he knew what it was like not to have anyone there for him. He had almost grown accustom to it. But it was Lupins first shot at being totally alone. Well, I guess you could count the duration of time when Sirius was in Azkaban, but some vain hope was always there that he might someday return. There was no hope now though. Sirius was as dead as he could get.
That's what Snape thought.
" I'm doing paper work for Dumbledore," Snape said, finally giving in.
" Looking for a book," Remus said with a smile. "Well, that's what a library is for after all."
Snape sneered and turned back to his papers and Lupin hurried off to the restricted section, although he could fell Snape's gaze shifting from the papers to him every so often.
The spell he was looking for was in a very old book by the title of:
" Luos eh Tervre Serp."(A/N: 'preserve the soul' backwards (like the mirror of erised)
He snatched it up and found the spell he was looking for. He slammed the book shut and hurried past Snape who was following him with his eyes, a sneer on his face.
No sooner had Lupin left the library and hurrying back to the Great Hall had he run right into Dumbledore.
" Ah, Remus! I didn't know hat you were here—"
" I'm in a bit of a rush actually—"
" Oh, but there always time for a cup of tea and a lemon drop—"
" No, I'm sorry Albus but I'm very busy—" he called out, rushing down to the Hall.
" I guess I'll see you when I'm at Grimmauld Place then," he called out after the retreating form of his werewolf friend. " Now, Severus, how are those papers looking…" he said as he opened the door to the library.
Remus was hurrying back to the Great Hall and when he got to the fireplace, he jumped in, grabbed a handful of Floo Powder and yelled "Diagon Alley!". He was gone, speeding through darkness to return to the place where he had first had the thought of brining Sirius back.
He sat outside at Florean Fortescue's Ice-Cream parlour and opened the book. It greeted his with a musty smell of rotting paper.
'Obviously no one has touched it since us,' he thought to himself as his triple-chocolate fudge Sundae with whipped cream and nuts arrived.
The book had crumpled pages, dotted with the age of time. It creaked as he turned each page, remembering when he had had it in his possessions last. It was their 5th year and they were well on their way with their marauding around the school. They wanted something to preserve their routes for other troublemakers of the future: the Fred and George's of the world. For Harry, eventually.
As he flipped through he discovered notes on the sides of the book.
* I love L.E* he recognised as James' handwriting. He laughed, remembering that for years Lily Evans had hated the sight of him and stood up for their enemy Severus Snape. She had come around though, they always did.
* When's Quidditch Training Prongs? *
* Tonight at 7*
* I'll be there. *
Peter Pettigrew.
He hated that name almost as much as he hated Bellatrix Lestrange.
He had enjoyed Peters company during school. Of course he was a league behind the three of them, well a few leagues, as Sirius would frequently point out in crowded areas, but he was nice. Simple. Carefree. Submissive.
He flipped more pages until he found what he was looking for. Smiling, he ran his fingers over the notes he had made to himself when trying to put the charm into action. The brains. Of course James and Sirius were equally as bright as he, but they didn't have the patience to read things up and look them over. They were the ones who got the book out of the restricted section, Remus only had to do the work.
He turned the page where he found large circles of ink over three words.
'Incantato personi manere'
He read how to charm paper, books, diaries and even items of clothing. He skipped paragraphs redundant to his cause and soon he found what he was looking for as he scooped a mouthful of his sundae. He choked.
It was easy
Too easy
It was what his mind had suggested the night before.
It was just a simple matter of rearrangement.
He payed for his sundae as he wolfed the rest of it down and swiftly pelted down the alley and remembered that he had not spoken to the Twins about his behaviour last night. Cursing his sudden impatience, he turned and made his way to number 93, Weasley's Wizard Wheezers.
He opened the door. It was full of sweets that he had recognised hanging around number 12 Grimmauld Place. There were extendable ears hanging from racks and advertisement for their infamous swamp range. The room was small and painted a brilliant orange. He picked up a small bag and filled it with Canary Creams and Skiving Snackboxes then manoeuvred over to he counter where he rung the bell.
" Just a minute," yelled Fred.
There was a bang and the Twins shot out of the backroom and grabbed the counter for support.
" Oh! Remus!" George said astounded and out of breathe. " You were the last person that we expected to see here."
" Well, I am very interested in your range of sweets, but of course nothing can replace chocolate—"
" Well, that's what you think," Fred said stepping forward. " At the moment we are in the process of inventing a chocolate bar which, when eaten, makes the body eject liquid chocolate from all its openings. Of course it's not going to well—"
" But it will be finished by the end of the month," George interrupted, " and it will be on sale a month after that, once the fine tuning has been put in order."
" All openings?" Remus asked, sceptical of this idea.
" Sure," they repeated in unison.
" Ah, sounds good fellows, but actually the reason I'm here is because I wanted o apologise to the both of you for being so rude last night. I'm just—just not dealing well with this yet. I'm very sorry."
" Ah, no need to fuss mate," said Fred. " I know I was in the wrong. I should have said anything like that, I know I wouldn't like it."
" Yeah," George put in. " We really didn't mean anything buy it. I guess we were just a bit jazzed to find out that YOU and Sirius had helped make the Marauders Map. You guys were our heroes at school. We got the map out of Filches office in our first year. It taught us more than any of our Professors did—" the on seeing the look on Remus' face he quickly added, " except you, you were a great Professor."
Lupin was touched. Him and his friends were just called heroes. Their work had gone much more appreciated than they had ever expected they would.
George had called him a hero
Fred had nodded
It was time for something that may help his inner healing
Or it may make it worse
But he would have to wait and see how it felt.
" Boys," he said, clearing his throat, " This is being very hypocritical of me, and I'm not sure whether it will make me fell better of worse, but do you think that you could try calling me Moony, just occasionally, so I know what it feels like?"
The Twins beamed.
" Sure, Moony," said Fred with a grin. " And it's lucky for you, right at this very time exactly, that we are having a merchandise sale, so that tiny, itse-bitsy bag you've got there is free, so you had better leave in the next thirty seconds or you'll have to pay."
George nodded
Remus waved goodbye and headed out of the shop, not daring to touch any of the sweets.
He got back to Headquarters and bolted up to his room and pulled the map out. He repeated what he had done the night before when he had encountered the spell that needed rearranging.
The three words leapt off the parchment and they glowed bright in his dark room with the sun nearly about to set on the distant horizon.
He gripped his wand tight in his hand, and muttered the spell that would bring Sirius back.
Whether he was 16 or not
Whether he had no idea who everyone was
Whether he didn't want to stay inside the house all day
Whether he would or wouldn't accept the fact that his best friend, above Remus himself was dead.
' Eg Naraer,' he whispered and the word mixed themselves up. They stopped and Remus muttered
' Exuent Padfoot.'
There was a flash of blinding light and the map on the desk was glowing an intense red. Remus backed away and fell backward onto his bed. When the blinding light stopped, he opened his eyes and lying on the floor was a boy. A 16-year-old boy with satiny black hair and deep brown eyes was staring up at him. The torture in his eyes weren't evident and as he managed to get a hold of himself, Remus croaked, " Sirius?"
The boy on the floor nodded and smiled.
" Remus? What happened to you?"
A/N: Well, there it is, I brought him back! YAY! But what is this 16 year old going to have to face when Remus tells him the truth? Please review! I love them! Thank you so much for reading.
PS: Someone (previously called Someone Who Cares) I got your brain waves perfectly! Lol! I hope you enjoyed the chapter!
Phoenix
Chapter 4: the awakening
Remus awoke on the Sunday morning feeling better than he had the previous night. He saw the map still lying on his desk from the night before and padded over to stare at it.
As he picked up his wand he suddenly remembered.
'Incantato personi manere'
It was an ancient spell and he remembered which book it came from.
He had to get to Hogwarts.
He got the map, stuffed it in his pocket, threw on his clothes and bolted down stairs.
" Is that you Remus?" Mrs. Weasley asked coming from the kitchen.
Remus felt a pang of guilt. He had yelled at her boys last night and hadn't yet issued an apology. He didn't mean to be so rude; he was on edge and when the map had come he had forgotten completely.
" Oh, Molly," he said, brushing a lock of his greying hair out of his face. " Where are the boys? I feel terrible about what I said to them last night—"
" Don't worry Remus," she said with a comforting smile. " They shouldn't have said anything like that, it was wrong. But they're not here; they left half an hour ago to their shop. Business is really booming. But where are you going off in such a hurry? Surely you have time for a spot of breakfast?"
" I guess I have time, I was just going to go and see Dumbledore at Hogwarts today. On they way back I'll stop and have a chat o he boys… maybe purchase a pair of extendable ears"
He sat down at the table and Molly pilled a few eggs and three sausages onto his plate. " Eat up dear," she said, " You mightn't be back for lunch."
Remus obligingly ate the meal Molly had cooked for him and saying his thankyous went out of the kitchen and to the fireplace in the living room. He grabbed a handful of Floo Powder and stepping into the flames threw the dust down and bellowed "Hogwarts!"
He was speeding through the atmosphere and he was suddenly thrown of a fireplace and onto the floor. He looked up. He was in the Great Hall. It looked as it always did but since the students were on holidays it looked haunted and lonely.
He pulled out the Marauder's Map and opened it. Dumbledore was still in his office and Snape was in the library.
'Just my luck,' he thought bitterly. 'He'll be awfully nosey as usual.'
He put the map back in his pocket and hurried to the library. Snape was in there, sitting at one of the tables correcting papers.
"Hello there Severus," Remus said politely as he entered, closing the door behind him. Snape's pallid face snapped up from the papers and looked over to where Remus was standing.
" Lupin," he said without any tone in his voice. " What are you doing here?"
" I was going to ask you the same thing."
They held each other's eye contact for sometime. Severus had not spoken to Lupin since he heard of Sirius's death. Although he hated the Marauder's more than he hated the Gryffindor Quidditch team he knew what it was like not to have anyone there for him. He had almost grown accustom to it. But it was Lupins first shot at being totally alone. Well, I guess you could count the duration of time when Sirius was in Azkaban, but some vain hope was always there that he might someday return. There was no hope now though. Sirius was as dead as he could get.
That's what Snape thought.
" I'm doing paper work for Dumbledore," Snape said, finally giving in.
" Looking for a book," Remus said with a smile. "Well, that's what a library is for after all."
Snape sneered and turned back to his papers and Lupin hurried off to the restricted section, although he could fell Snape's gaze shifting from the papers to him every so often.
The spell he was looking for was in a very old book by the title of:
" Luos eh Tervre Serp."(A/N: 'preserve the soul' backwards (like the mirror of erised)
He snatched it up and found the spell he was looking for. He slammed the book shut and hurried past Snape who was following him with his eyes, a sneer on his face.
No sooner had Lupin left the library and hurrying back to the Great Hall had he run right into Dumbledore.
" Ah, Remus! I didn't know hat you were here—"
" I'm in a bit of a rush actually—"
" Oh, but there always time for a cup of tea and a lemon drop—"
" No, I'm sorry Albus but I'm very busy—" he called out, rushing down to the Hall.
" I guess I'll see you when I'm at Grimmauld Place then," he called out after the retreating form of his werewolf friend. " Now, Severus, how are those papers looking…" he said as he opened the door to the library.
Remus was hurrying back to the Great Hall and when he got to the fireplace, he jumped in, grabbed a handful of Floo Powder and yelled "Diagon Alley!". He was gone, speeding through darkness to return to the place where he had first had the thought of brining Sirius back.
He sat outside at Florean Fortescue's Ice-Cream parlour and opened the book. It greeted his with a musty smell of rotting paper.
'Obviously no one has touched it since us,' he thought to himself as his triple-chocolate fudge Sundae with whipped cream and nuts arrived.
The book had crumpled pages, dotted with the age of time. It creaked as he turned each page, remembering when he had had it in his possessions last. It was their 5th year and they were well on their way with their marauding around the school. They wanted something to preserve their routes for other troublemakers of the future: the Fred and George's of the world. For Harry, eventually.
As he flipped through he discovered notes on the sides of the book.
* I love L.E* he recognised as James' handwriting. He laughed, remembering that for years Lily Evans had hated the sight of him and stood up for their enemy Severus Snape. She had come around though, they always did.
* When's Quidditch Training Prongs? *
* Tonight at 7*
* I'll be there. *
Peter Pettigrew.
He hated that name almost as much as he hated Bellatrix Lestrange.
He had enjoyed Peters company during school. Of course he was a league behind the three of them, well a few leagues, as Sirius would frequently point out in crowded areas, but he was nice. Simple. Carefree. Submissive.
He flipped more pages until he found what he was looking for. Smiling, he ran his fingers over the notes he had made to himself when trying to put the charm into action. The brains. Of course James and Sirius were equally as bright as he, but they didn't have the patience to read things up and look them over. They were the ones who got the book out of the restricted section, Remus only had to do the work.
He turned the page where he found large circles of ink over three words.
'Incantato personi manere'
He read how to charm paper, books, diaries and even items of clothing. He skipped paragraphs redundant to his cause and soon he found what he was looking for as he scooped a mouthful of his sundae. He choked.
It was easy
Too easy
It was what his mind had suggested the night before.
It was just a simple matter of rearrangement.
He payed for his sundae as he wolfed the rest of it down and swiftly pelted down the alley and remembered that he had not spoken to the Twins about his behaviour last night. Cursing his sudden impatience, he turned and made his way to number 93, Weasley's Wizard Wheezers.
He opened the door. It was full of sweets that he had recognised hanging around number 12 Grimmauld Place. There were extendable ears hanging from racks and advertisement for their infamous swamp range. The room was small and painted a brilliant orange. He picked up a small bag and filled it with Canary Creams and Skiving Snackboxes then manoeuvred over to he counter where he rung the bell.
" Just a minute," yelled Fred.
There was a bang and the Twins shot out of the backroom and grabbed the counter for support.
" Oh! Remus!" George said astounded and out of breathe. " You were the last person that we expected to see here."
" Well, I am very interested in your range of sweets, but of course nothing can replace chocolate—"
" Well, that's what you think," Fred said stepping forward. " At the moment we are in the process of inventing a chocolate bar which, when eaten, makes the body eject liquid chocolate from all its openings. Of course it's not going to well—"
" But it will be finished by the end of the month," George interrupted, " and it will be on sale a month after that, once the fine tuning has been put in order."
" All openings?" Remus asked, sceptical of this idea.
" Sure," they repeated in unison.
" Ah, sounds good fellows, but actually the reason I'm here is because I wanted o apologise to the both of you for being so rude last night. I'm just—just not dealing well with this yet. I'm very sorry."
" Ah, no need to fuss mate," said Fred. " I know I was in the wrong. I should have said anything like that, I know I wouldn't like it."
" Yeah," George put in. " We really didn't mean anything buy it. I guess we were just a bit jazzed to find out that YOU and Sirius had helped make the Marauders Map. You guys were our heroes at school. We got the map out of Filches office in our first year. It taught us more than any of our Professors did—" the on seeing the look on Remus' face he quickly added, " except you, you were a great Professor."
Lupin was touched. Him and his friends were just called heroes. Their work had gone much more appreciated than they had ever expected they would.
George had called him a hero
Fred had nodded
It was time for something that may help his inner healing
Or it may make it worse
But he would have to wait and see how it felt.
" Boys," he said, clearing his throat, " This is being very hypocritical of me, and I'm not sure whether it will make me fell better of worse, but do you think that you could try calling me Moony, just occasionally, so I know what it feels like?"
The Twins beamed.
" Sure, Moony," said Fred with a grin. " And it's lucky for you, right at this very time exactly, that we are having a merchandise sale, so that tiny, itse-bitsy bag you've got there is free, so you had better leave in the next thirty seconds or you'll have to pay."
George nodded
Remus waved goodbye and headed out of the shop, not daring to touch any of the sweets.
He got back to Headquarters and bolted up to his room and pulled the map out. He repeated what he had done the night before when he had encountered the spell that needed rearranging.
The three words leapt off the parchment and they glowed bright in his dark room with the sun nearly about to set on the distant horizon.
He gripped his wand tight in his hand, and muttered the spell that would bring Sirius back.
Whether he was 16 or not
Whether he had no idea who everyone was
Whether he didn't want to stay inside the house all day
Whether he would or wouldn't accept the fact that his best friend, above Remus himself was dead.
' Eg Naraer,' he whispered and the word mixed themselves up. They stopped and Remus muttered
' Exuent Padfoot.'
There was a flash of blinding light and the map on the desk was glowing an intense red. Remus backed away and fell backward onto his bed. When the blinding light stopped, he opened his eyes and lying on the floor was a boy. A 16-year-old boy with satiny black hair and deep brown eyes was staring up at him. The torture in his eyes weren't evident and as he managed to get a hold of himself, Remus croaked, " Sirius?"
The boy on the floor nodded and smiled.
" Remus? What happened to you?"
A/N: Well, there it is, I brought him back! YAY! But what is this 16 year old going to have to face when Remus tells him the truth? Please review! I love them! Thank you so much for reading.
PS: Someone (previously called Someone Who Cares) I got your brain waves perfectly! Lol! I hope you enjoyed the chapter!
Phoenix