A/N: Ok, I'm going to try and do a better job faster, because I have to get into the swing of things again, and I was also away on a school camp last week so I couldn't do anything whilst I was away, so I'm going to do my Good Samaritan for today! This is it! Enjoy!
Beta Reader: Meowface
Chapter 6: Spirited Spirits
" A confession?" Albus repeated slowly. " What do you mean Remus?"
Remus Lupin, (the werewolf that Albus Dumbledore had accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry when no other headmaster ever would have), stood in his office after just catching his breath. He felt a sticky feeling of guilt rise from the bottom of his stomach but suppressed it before he would became sick all over the immaculate office floor.
" I brought Sirius back through the Marauders Map," he blurted out in one breath. It was as if he had taken a longer time to say it more than words would have rushed up his throat.
Dumbledore frowned slightly. "The Marauder's Map?" he said slowly, as a contrast to Remus' rushed answer. The werewolf nodded eagerly.
" Ahh," Dumbledore said, walking behind his desk and seating himself down so he was facing Remus, " I thought as much."
" You know about the map?" Remus asked aghast. He had spent the short trip over to Hogwarts wondering how to explain it to the headmaster and now there was no need.
" Of course," Dumbledore said of handedly. " I knew there must have been some devise that enabled the Potter boys to go sneaking off after hours with their very best friends," his eyes sparled as Remus stared, openeing and closing his mouth. " I saw it on Severus's desk the night that you were re-united with Sirius."
Remus flinched and quickly changed the subject, " Albus, what do you mean by, 'I thought as much'?"
" I had a feeling that you would do something erratic like this. The loneliness would drive you mad. I've seen it in your eyes Remus, that missing part that can only be filled by the friends that you have lost. Of the Marauders, you are the only one left, excluding Peter Pettigrew, who has done the worst possible crime; to betray the friends that trusted him with their lives."
Remus was shocked into silence.
" But we can go into what you are going through another time. You have a much bigger problem on your hands now then, don't you?"
Remus nodded dumbly. " What should I do?"
" Do? Why Remus, that is completely up to you. Let me talk to Sirius, the 16 year old, and maybe then I can gather much more on the situation then you just running lines at me through short sharp fragmented sentences? Ok?"
" OK, but Albus, have I done the wrong thing by this? Bringing Sirius back when he has no family, no friends except for a 36 year old man, and Godson that misses him terribly."
" I'm sorry Remus, but you cannot be 16 again, its too complicated and against Wizarding Laws."
Dumbledore walked over to the Fireplace, got a handful of Floo Powder and bellowed "12 Grimmauld Place" and vanished. Remus stayed glued to the spot.
'How did he know what I was thinking,' he thought as he followed the wizened wizard to the place he now called home.
*
Remus thundered out of the fireplace in the kitchen of the Head Quarters of the Order of the Phoenix to find Dumbledore having a spot of tea with Molly Weasley.
" Remus," he beamed, " ready to lead the way?"
" Where to?" Molly asked.
" His bedroom," Albus answered with a smile.
" Oh, you tease," Molly jested superficially. " Well, are you going to stay for dinner Albus? I'm cooking roast lamb and vegetables, then after wards we are going to have black pudding."
" Oh, I wouldn't miss it for the world Molly," he replied and crossed the room when Remus led ahead.
They climbed the stairs and went up to the 6th floor and into his bedroom when he unlocked it.
Remus saw Sirius Black lying on the bed and blasting off the mould from the ceiling with his friend's wand. He jumped up and quickly threw his wand across the room, in an attempt to look innocent. Dumbledore's eyes followed the wands movements across the room then focused somewhere near the centre of the bed. Sirius smiled cheekily, jumped off the bed and sat in the desk chair at the old and worn table.
" Ah! Professor Dumbledore! You are old too then?"
" Hello Sirius," Dumbledore said in a level voice. " How are you feeling?" He was watching the chair swinging around and around…
" I'm bored out of my brain actually and yourself?"
" Quite fine, but I'm afraid that I'm out of droobles best blowing gum. It's always depressing when you want something that you don't have, but when you have it you can never quite appreciate it in the same you as you did when you were without," he stared at Remus who quickly looked away out of discomfort.
" Yeah, like this one time James and I were out of new hexes to use on Snivellus, then we found one of Remus's books…" he trailed off. " James isn't really dead is he Professor? I mean, is Remus telling the truth?"
" Has Remus ever lied to you before Sirius?"
" No sir, I just…. I guess I had to clarify with someone else, and that he hadn't taken an aging potion and wasn't taking the mickey out of me."
Dumbledore shook his head solemnly.
" Whose room was this?" he asked.
" Regulus's. Stupid prat, mum and dad's favourite."
" Sirius; do you mind if I have a little chat to Remus?"
" Sure, no problamo," Sirius said lightly and started swinging vigorously on his brothers desk chair once more. Albus and Remus left the room, closing the door behind them, emitting a little click.
" Well?" Remus said urgently, searching Dumbledore's old and although time worn still bright eyes.
" I cannot see him Remus," Dumbledore stated plainly.
" What?" he spluttered. " But you can hear him… what does this mean?"
" I don't know what this means, perhaps that you and you alone can see him. Maybe he is your imagination, your memory."
" But he isn't, you can see his actions can't you?"
" Indeed I can. I am only making a suggestion here. Maybe, you have brought back his spirit but his physical form remains in your mind."
Remus became interested in the clasp on his light blue robes.
" But memories are designed to fade, aren't they?" he asked throwing his fringe of sandy coloured hair out of his eyes.
Dumbledore said nothing.
A/N: well, now Dumbledore's involved! Please Review; I didn't get as many last time poor me! Lol, I don't care, I just hoped you liked it so I can keep going! I think that this chapter is MUCH better than the last one that I was very unhappy with. I hope you like this one and give me a buzz about it once you've finished!
Cheers!
Phoenix Firefly
Beta Reader: Meowface
Chapter 6: Spirited Spirits
" A confession?" Albus repeated slowly. " What do you mean Remus?"
Remus Lupin, (the werewolf that Albus Dumbledore had accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry when no other headmaster ever would have), stood in his office after just catching his breath. He felt a sticky feeling of guilt rise from the bottom of his stomach but suppressed it before he would became sick all over the immaculate office floor.
" I brought Sirius back through the Marauders Map," he blurted out in one breath. It was as if he had taken a longer time to say it more than words would have rushed up his throat.
Dumbledore frowned slightly. "The Marauder's Map?" he said slowly, as a contrast to Remus' rushed answer. The werewolf nodded eagerly.
" Ahh," Dumbledore said, walking behind his desk and seating himself down so he was facing Remus, " I thought as much."
" You know about the map?" Remus asked aghast. He had spent the short trip over to Hogwarts wondering how to explain it to the headmaster and now there was no need.
" Of course," Dumbledore said of handedly. " I knew there must have been some devise that enabled the Potter boys to go sneaking off after hours with their very best friends," his eyes sparled as Remus stared, openeing and closing his mouth. " I saw it on Severus's desk the night that you were re-united with Sirius."
Remus flinched and quickly changed the subject, " Albus, what do you mean by, 'I thought as much'?"
" I had a feeling that you would do something erratic like this. The loneliness would drive you mad. I've seen it in your eyes Remus, that missing part that can only be filled by the friends that you have lost. Of the Marauders, you are the only one left, excluding Peter Pettigrew, who has done the worst possible crime; to betray the friends that trusted him with their lives."
Remus was shocked into silence.
" But we can go into what you are going through another time. You have a much bigger problem on your hands now then, don't you?"
Remus nodded dumbly. " What should I do?"
" Do? Why Remus, that is completely up to you. Let me talk to Sirius, the 16 year old, and maybe then I can gather much more on the situation then you just running lines at me through short sharp fragmented sentences? Ok?"
" OK, but Albus, have I done the wrong thing by this? Bringing Sirius back when he has no family, no friends except for a 36 year old man, and Godson that misses him terribly."
" I'm sorry Remus, but you cannot be 16 again, its too complicated and against Wizarding Laws."
Dumbledore walked over to the Fireplace, got a handful of Floo Powder and bellowed "12 Grimmauld Place" and vanished. Remus stayed glued to the spot.
'How did he know what I was thinking,' he thought as he followed the wizened wizard to the place he now called home.
*
Remus thundered out of the fireplace in the kitchen of the Head Quarters of the Order of the Phoenix to find Dumbledore having a spot of tea with Molly Weasley.
" Remus," he beamed, " ready to lead the way?"
" Where to?" Molly asked.
" His bedroom," Albus answered with a smile.
" Oh, you tease," Molly jested superficially. " Well, are you going to stay for dinner Albus? I'm cooking roast lamb and vegetables, then after wards we are going to have black pudding."
" Oh, I wouldn't miss it for the world Molly," he replied and crossed the room when Remus led ahead.
They climbed the stairs and went up to the 6th floor and into his bedroom when he unlocked it.
Remus saw Sirius Black lying on the bed and blasting off the mould from the ceiling with his friend's wand. He jumped up and quickly threw his wand across the room, in an attempt to look innocent. Dumbledore's eyes followed the wands movements across the room then focused somewhere near the centre of the bed. Sirius smiled cheekily, jumped off the bed and sat in the desk chair at the old and worn table.
" Ah! Professor Dumbledore! You are old too then?"
" Hello Sirius," Dumbledore said in a level voice. " How are you feeling?" He was watching the chair swinging around and around…
" I'm bored out of my brain actually and yourself?"
" Quite fine, but I'm afraid that I'm out of droobles best blowing gum. It's always depressing when you want something that you don't have, but when you have it you can never quite appreciate it in the same you as you did when you were without," he stared at Remus who quickly looked away out of discomfort.
" Yeah, like this one time James and I were out of new hexes to use on Snivellus, then we found one of Remus's books…" he trailed off. " James isn't really dead is he Professor? I mean, is Remus telling the truth?"
" Has Remus ever lied to you before Sirius?"
" No sir, I just…. I guess I had to clarify with someone else, and that he hadn't taken an aging potion and wasn't taking the mickey out of me."
Dumbledore shook his head solemnly.
" Whose room was this?" he asked.
" Regulus's. Stupid prat, mum and dad's favourite."
" Sirius; do you mind if I have a little chat to Remus?"
" Sure, no problamo," Sirius said lightly and started swinging vigorously on his brothers desk chair once more. Albus and Remus left the room, closing the door behind them, emitting a little click.
" Well?" Remus said urgently, searching Dumbledore's old and although time worn still bright eyes.
" I cannot see him Remus," Dumbledore stated plainly.
" What?" he spluttered. " But you can hear him… what does this mean?"
" I don't know what this means, perhaps that you and you alone can see him. Maybe he is your imagination, your memory."
" But he isn't, you can see his actions can't you?"
" Indeed I can. I am only making a suggestion here. Maybe, you have brought back his spirit but his physical form remains in your mind."
Remus became interested in the clasp on his light blue robes.
" But memories are designed to fade, aren't they?" he asked throwing his fringe of sandy coloured hair out of his eyes.
Dumbledore said nothing.
A/N: well, now Dumbledore's involved! Please Review; I didn't get as many last time poor me! Lol, I don't care, I just hoped you liked it so I can keep going! I think that this chapter is MUCH better than the last one that I was very unhappy with. I hope you like this one and give me a buzz about it once you've finished!
Cheers!
Phoenix Firefly