So I'm not consistent on updates. Just wait until summer when I don't have to deal with nagging
teachers. I know you don't want to listen to me ramble so I'll get to the point. Thanks goes out to
all of my reviewers. *hugs* And a big apology for taking so long. Also thanks to my Editor,
MistsofMyth. Might want to check out some of her fics, though she sticks to LOTR. No more
rambling.
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Blood Pact
Chapter 2: Faith
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-Thump. - The door slammed once again in Remus' face. What was it? The fifth time that
day? The thirtieth time since summer began? He ran a hand lightly across his pale cheeks and let
out a quiet sigh, shaking his head. Harry had become...impossible. That was the easiest way to
put it. Sirius would be able to get him out of this mood. Sirius always had a way of cheering
people up. Sirius. Why did he even bother musing about him? Sirius was gone.
"Harry..." he sighed, then turned and just decided to walk away. Why would Harry bother
with him? Turning and walking down the hall to his room, he closed his eyes and opened the
door. Peace and quiet. It seemed that Severus had had a good idea in chasing everyone away. it
kept people from being nosy, but chasing people off had always been something he had been
good at. As a matter of fact, in his whole life he'd only allowed two people to get really close to
him.
~~ Blood by Blood, Heart by Heart, we are Marauders, now and forever. ~~
No. He couldn't think about them. He couldn't let his memory dwell back to that day. He
swore he'd never use it, even when the situation got out of hand. Never. It would be cruel to
bring the two of them back..back to this. It would be selfish. It would be for Harry. A small voice
piped up. It would be so Harry would stop snapping at you. Another voice countered the first. It
would be for James. he'd want to see his son. The first voice returned with a vengeance. Remus
scrunched his nose slightly and shook his head. No. he would not subject them to the world as it
was now.
Quickly he shuffled down the stairs, fully intending to take a walk and catch his temper.
He was getting to old for this. Even the wolf agreed with him on this account. Swiping a lock of
the almost pure gray hair from his eyes he picked up his cloak.
"Going out, Remus?" The voice was unmistakable. Only one person had kept faith in the
situation and still held the perky, childish note. Nymphadora.
"Yes, Tonks. I'm going outside." he replied, calmly, even offering a feigned smile. She
never noticed. No point in actually putting effort into looking cheerful anymore.
"Mind if I join you?" she questioned quickly, running over to fetch her own cloak before
he even answered. Thankfully she missed the troll foot. That didn't mean that she wouldn't trip
over her own feet and fall flat on her face. Remus gave a faint sigh and a wince as the portrait on
the wall began screaming at the top of its lungs about half breeds and mudbloods. He really
didn't need this. Not right now. Not when everyone else seemed to be against him too.
~~ Together we stand, though separately we fall. ~~
He closed his eyes as he walked over and began tugging on the curtains. he was no
longer in the mood for a walk. It took only a moment for Tonks to join him in the effort of
closing the curtains and for them to actually close them.
"On second thought, Tonks, I think I'll go take a nap." he said shortly, removing his cloak
and replacing it on the stand where he had taken it from.
"Oh. Okay then." she smiled and nodded, walking carefully over again and putting her
own cloak down.
Remus nodded slightly then turned and headed up the stairs, ducking into the room he
had taken as his own since the Order of the Phoenix had taken residence at Number 12
Grimmauld Place. Rubbing his temples not for the first time that day he sat down on his bed then
laid back and contented himself with staring up at the roof.
~ Not one shall stand alone, as the fallen wait for eternity's call. ~~
How little they had known back when they came up with that. How little they knew of
what life would be like so much later. He doubted either Sirius or James could comprehend what
pain was like back then. They were...probably the most naive children until they met him. Your
dwelling on the past again, Rem. Not healthy. The voice spoke up, oddly it had taken the sound
of Sirius' voice over the years it had been around. not surprising as it had always been Sirius who
nagged him about keeping his spirits up. That is...not healthy unless you plan on doing
something.
Most definitely not. He shook his head faintly, but the thing was that he knew he wanted
to. Things were just...so hard. No one trusted him very well except for Dumbledore. Perhaps
Hermione a bit, but none of them really fully trusted him. They believed he had come a bit
unhinged in the past year. he scoffed. Far from it. He did as he was asked by Dumbledore, even
though it had cost him the trust of several other residents of the house.
"Remus!" another person calling for him. Molly, he suspected by the tone. She sounded
angry. He rubbed his head and stood up walking to the door in silence. Talking? No, Molly did
enough of that lately on her own. She was constantly worried. Which meant that she was
constantly harping on small details. Remus usually didn't mind, it kept him busy. He opened to
door and looked out. molly. Just as he had suspected.
"Harry's gone and locked himself in his room again. You know why?" she interrogated
him curtly.
He shook his head. "Just another one of his mood swings. He decided that it wasn't worth
his time talking to me. That I didn't understand what he went through." he shrugged faintly,
"Then he just stormed off."
Molly frowned coldly, "Ah. Of course," she nodded then turned, obviously a bit
disapproving of the answer she had received. Remus closed his eyes and shut the door again.
Maybe he didn't understand what Harry went through. That was what Sirius was for. Rubbing the
back of his neck, he closed his eyes and sighed, kneeling down and pulling out his wand. Slowly
he traced the sign of eternity on the ground. Two perfect circles interlocked. He stood up in the
center, the sign appearing on the floor of the room.
"We made a pact in the fourth year that none of us would be left alone in times of war.
Both of you are gone now, and I feel that I cannot hold onto faith much longer. Forgive me." He
said softly, "I can't deal with everyone alone any longer."
Slowly he drew the pocketknife Sirius had given him for his seventeenth birthday and
slowly drew it across the palm of his hand allowing a drop of blood to fall onto the sign that
rested below him. It immediately burst into a bright light, blinding Remus for a moment. The
light faded, but at the same moment a curtain fell over Remus' eyes. Vaguely he felt the
sensation of falling and felt himself hit the ground and then he knew nothing more.
~~~~
TBC
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Hehe. Will it work? I don't know. By the way, as I'm too lazy to scroll back up to the top, I'll put
the disclaimer down here. Harry Potter or any of the characters mentioned do not belong to me
and never will. Sadly. I just borrow them and make them miserable in these things that you read.
teachers. I know you don't want to listen to me ramble so I'll get to the point. Thanks goes out to
all of my reviewers. *hugs* And a big apology for taking so long. Also thanks to my Editor,
MistsofMyth. Might want to check out some of her fics, though she sticks to LOTR. No more
rambling.
~~~~
Blood Pact
Chapter 2: Faith
~~~~
-Thump. - The door slammed once again in Remus' face. What was it? The fifth time that
day? The thirtieth time since summer began? He ran a hand lightly across his pale cheeks and let
out a quiet sigh, shaking his head. Harry had become...impossible. That was the easiest way to
put it. Sirius would be able to get him out of this mood. Sirius always had a way of cheering
people up. Sirius. Why did he even bother musing about him? Sirius was gone.
"Harry..." he sighed, then turned and just decided to walk away. Why would Harry bother
with him? Turning and walking down the hall to his room, he closed his eyes and opened the
door. Peace and quiet. It seemed that Severus had had a good idea in chasing everyone away. it
kept people from being nosy, but chasing people off had always been something he had been
good at. As a matter of fact, in his whole life he'd only allowed two people to get really close to
him.
~~ Blood by Blood, Heart by Heart, we are Marauders, now and forever. ~~
No. He couldn't think about them. He couldn't let his memory dwell back to that day. He
swore he'd never use it, even when the situation got out of hand. Never. It would be cruel to
bring the two of them back..back to this. It would be selfish. It would be for Harry. A small voice
piped up. It would be so Harry would stop snapping at you. Another voice countered the first. It
would be for James. he'd want to see his son. The first voice returned with a vengeance. Remus
scrunched his nose slightly and shook his head. No. he would not subject them to the world as it
was now.
Quickly he shuffled down the stairs, fully intending to take a walk and catch his temper.
He was getting to old for this. Even the wolf agreed with him on this account. Swiping a lock of
the almost pure gray hair from his eyes he picked up his cloak.
"Going out, Remus?" The voice was unmistakable. Only one person had kept faith in the
situation and still held the perky, childish note. Nymphadora.
"Yes, Tonks. I'm going outside." he replied, calmly, even offering a feigned smile. She
never noticed. No point in actually putting effort into looking cheerful anymore.
"Mind if I join you?" she questioned quickly, running over to fetch her own cloak before
he even answered. Thankfully she missed the troll foot. That didn't mean that she wouldn't trip
over her own feet and fall flat on her face. Remus gave a faint sigh and a wince as the portrait on
the wall began screaming at the top of its lungs about half breeds and mudbloods. He really
didn't need this. Not right now. Not when everyone else seemed to be against him too.
~~ Together we stand, though separately we fall. ~~
He closed his eyes as he walked over and began tugging on the curtains. he was no
longer in the mood for a walk. It took only a moment for Tonks to join him in the effort of
closing the curtains and for them to actually close them.
"On second thought, Tonks, I think I'll go take a nap." he said shortly, removing his cloak
and replacing it on the stand where he had taken it from.
"Oh. Okay then." she smiled and nodded, walking carefully over again and putting her
own cloak down.
Remus nodded slightly then turned and headed up the stairs, ducking into the room he
had taken as his own since the Order of the Phoenix had taken residence at Number 12
Grimmauld Place. Rubbing his temples not for the first time that day he sat down on his bed then
laid back and contented himself with staring up at the roof.
~ Not one shall stand alone, as the fallen wait for eternity's call. ~~
How little they had known back when they came up with that. How little they knew of
what life would be like so much later. He doubted either Sirius or James could comprehend what
pain was like back then. They were...probably the most naive children until they met him. Your
dwelling on the past again, Rem. Not healthy. The voice spoke up, oddly it had taken the sound
of Sirius' voice over the years it had been around. not surprising as it had always been Sirius who
nagged him about keeping his spirits up. That is...not healthy unless you plan on doing
something.
Most definitely not. He shook his head faintly, but the thing was that he knew he wanted
to. Things were just...so hard. No one trusted him very well except for Dumbledore. Perhaps
Hermione a bit, but none of them really fully trusted him. They believed he had come a bit
unhinged in the past year. he scoffed. Far from it. He did as he was asked by Dumbledore, even
though it had cost him the trust of several other residents of the house.
"Remus!" another person calling for him. Molly, he suspected by the tone. She sounded
angry. He rubbed his head and stood up walking to the door in silence. Talking? No, Molly did
enough of that lately on her own. She was constantly worried. Which meant that she was
constantly harping on small details. Remus usually didn't mind, it kept him busy. He opened to
door and looked out. molly. Just as he had suspected.
"Harry's gone and locked himself in his room again. You know why?" she interrogated
him curtly.
He shook his head. "Just another one of his mood swings. He decided that it wasn't worth
his time talking to me. That I didn't understand what he went through." he shrugged faintly,
"Then he just stormed off."
Molly frowned coldly, "Ah. Of course," she nodded then turned, obviously a bit
disapproving of the answer she had received. Remus closed his eyes and shut the door again.
Maybe he didn't understand what Harry went through. That was what Sirius was for. Rubbing the
back of his neck, he closed his eyes and sighed, kneeling down and pulling out his wand. Slowly
he traced the sign of eternity on the ground. Two perfect circles interlocked. He stood up in the
center, the sign appearing on the floor of the room.
"We made a pact in the fourth year that none of us would be left alone in times of war.
Both of you are gone now, and I feel that I cannot hold onto faith much longer. Forgive me." He
said softly, "I can't deal with everyone alone any longer."
Slowly he drew the pocketknife Sirius had given him for his seventeenth birthday and
slowly drew it across the palm of his hand allowing a drop of blood to fall onto the sign that
rested below him. It immediately burst into a bright light, blinding Remus for a moment. The
light faded, but at the same moment a curtain fell over Remus' eyes. Vaguely he felt the
sensation of falling and felt himself hit the ground and then he knew nothing more.
~~~~
TBC
~~~~
Hehe. Will it work? I don't know. By the way, as I'm too lazy to scroll back up to the top, I'll put
the disclaimer down here. Harry Potter or any of the characters mentioned do not belong to me
and never will. Sadly. I just borrow them and make them miserable in these things that you read.