A/N: Be sure to read chapter 3, which I posted at the same time as this
one. I don't like this chapter :(
Thanks so much to all reviewers! Don't be offended if I don't reply to your
review, but I've decided to reply to the ones where a response may be
necessary so that the review responses don't get in the way of the story
too much. I'm so happy to be getting reviews; they're what keeps me
writing.
AJ Taylir: Good idea!!
Saavik13: I hadn't forgotten about Harry's stuff, but thanks for reminding
me. Yeah I thought most wizards would have a small stock of potions, and
werewolfs/aurors/members of the order etc. might have more, like a wizard's
medicine cabinet.
Redmeadow: Gotcha. See THAT I can work on.
Sarina: oh is it not obvious what happened to Harry? Sorry I tried to make
it apparent without having to delve too far into it. Well I wrote chapter 3
to try to clear that up a bit, but since it's a bit depressing, it's not
easy to write. A kiss? You'll see ;)
Arigazi: Of course! I see it as being pretty near the beginning of the
summer holidays between fifth year and sixth year. School is in just under
2 months I guess. I don't know if I'll be writing Hogwarts in this fic, but
I do have some ideas for what might happen there, so we'll see...
All reviewers: thank you all!!!
CHAPTER 4- MISUNDERSTANDING
Harry slowly returned to consciousness. He just lay still for a few minutes as he let himself remember everything that had happened. Events flashed through his head, but one stood out more than others. Remus' hand in his.
Harry moved his hand to check the hand was still there, which it was. The movement seemed to cause the older man to stir a bit. Harry heard a yawn, and then a voice.
"Harry? Oh, you're awake."
By this point Harry had opened his eyes and was looking slowly round at the blurry room. His eyes met with the face of Remus, and he smiled.
"Mornin' Remus."
"How are you feeling? Any better?" Remus asked concernedly.
Harry paused in consideration of the question while he checked that everything was working. He still hurt quite a bit, but not half as much as he had done.
"A lot better, thanks," Harry replied, and Remus smiled.
"Do you want something to eat? I'll get you something to eat you must be hungry. Wait here," Remus said, standing. But his progress from the room was hindered, as Harry's hand did not let go of his own. In fact, Harry tightened his grip and didn't seem to want to let go.
"No," Harry said gently, but with conviction. "I'll come with you."
It wasn't just that Harry wanted to do this himself; he didn't want to lose contact with Remus.
"Harry I'm not sure that's such a-" but Remus stopped talking abruptly and concentrated instead on helping Harry as he started to sit up from the bed.
A few minutes later Harry was leaning heavily on Remus, who had his arm round his waist as they walked slowly through the small house. They eventually made their way to the kitchen, where they sat down. Harry was reluctant to part with Remus, though he did. He wasn't quite sure what these new feelings meant.
"Thanks Remus," he said, looking up to meet the older man in the eyes. Much to his frustration he was met again with the sight of a blurred face he was only slightly able to decipher as that belonging to Remus.
"No problem, Harry," the man answered, but Harry wasn't listening.
Harry was leaning forwards towards Remus, all the while the man's face getting clearer and clearer into focus. The closer he got, he realised, not only would Remus become clearer, but it seemed to feel more... right.
Harry noticed that now the man seemed to be watching Harry intently, and with a slight expression of surprise, but not making any move to stop Harry from coming any closer. They were now only inches apart.
"I can see you now..." Harry said dazedly, but didn't stop moving forwards. He longed for contact. /Just a little bit further/ he thought.
Harry expected to feel Remus' breath on his face, but the man's breath must have caught in his chest just as Harry's had. Instead Harry could only feel the slight warmth from his skin, from his lips... /only millimetres away/.
Harry tore his gaze away from the mouth, which was slightly parted in surprise, to look up into Remus' eyes. He looked to see the man gazing right back into his, as if willing him to close the gap.
There was a pause, a moment which seemed to last an eternity, but then suddenly there was movement. In completely the wrong direction.
Remus had stood up, and was once again just a person-shaped blur to Harry's vision. Harry sat back in his chair dejectedly.
"You need your glasses," Remus stated the obvious, stammering slightly. "I'll get them for you. Where are they?"
"Outside," Harry replied in a monotone, giving away no feeling. "I dropped them on the way here. My Firebolt and the invisibility cloak too."
Remus nodded and left the room. Harry let him leave.
The pain that had been forgotten to Harry in that moment of closeness with Remus returned to his body full blast.
Harry was now fully aware of his intentions, but wasn't really surprised at all. Nor was he surprised that Remus had seemed to come to his senses after all.
/Why would he want me anyway?/ Harry thought. He supposed this was just one of those things that he would have to pretend never happened.
A/N: What will happen? Does either Remus or Harry truly understand the other's intentions? Don't worry, I have a plan. Well there ya go, 2 chapters at once. Shorter than usual, but you got more than usual... pleeeeeaase review!
CHAPTER 4- MISUNDERSTANDING
Harry slowly returned to consciousness. He just lay still for a few minutes as he let himself remember everything that had happened. Events flashed through his head, but one stood out more than others. Remus' hand in his.
Harry moved his hand to check the hand was still there, which it was. The movement seemed to cause the older man to stir a bit. Harry heard a yawn, and then a voice.
"Harry? Oh, you're awake."
By this point Harry had opened his eyes and was looking slowly round at the blurry room. His eyes met with the face of Remus, and he smiled.
"Mornin' Remus."
"How are you feeling? Any better?" Remus asked concernedly.
Harry paused in consideration of the question while he checked that everything was working. He still hurt quite a bit, but not half as much as he had done.
"A lot better, thanks," Harry replied, and Remus smiled.
"Do you want something to eat? I'll get you something to eat you must be hungry. Wait here," Remus said, standing. But his progress from the room was hindered, as Harry's hand did not let go of his own. In fact, Harry tightened his grip and didn't seem to want to let go.
"No," Harry said gently, but with conviction. "I'll come with you."
It wasn't just that Harry wanted to do this himself; he didn't want to lose contact with Remus.
"Harry I'm not sure that's such a-" but Remus stopped talking abruptly and concentrated instead on helping Harry as he started to sit up from the bed.
A few minutes later Harry was leaning heavily on Remus, who had his arm round his waist as they walked slowly through the small house. They eventually made their way to the kitchen, where they sat down. Harry was reluctant to part with Remus, though he did. He wasn't quite sure what these new feelings meant.
"Thanks Remus," he said, looking up to meet the older man in the eyes. Much to his frustration he was met again with the sight of a blurred face he was only slightly able to decipher as that belonging to Remus.
"No problem, Harry," the man answered, but Harry wasn't listening.
Harry was leaning forwards towards Remus, all the while the man's face getting clearer and clearer into focus. The closer he got, he realised, not only would Remus become clearer, but it seemed to feel more... right.
Harry noticed that now the man seemed to be watching Harry intently, and with a slight expression of surprise, but not making any move to stop Harry from coming any closer. They were now only inches apart.
"I can see you now..." Harry said dazedly, but didn't stop moving forwards. He longed for contact. /Just a little bit further/ he thought.
Harry expected to feel Remus' breath on his face, but the man's breath must have caught in his chest just as Harry's had. Instead Harry could only feel the slight warmth from his skin, from his lips... /only millimetres away/.
Harry tore his gaze away from the mouth, which was slightly parted in surprise, to look up into Remus' eyes. He looked to see the man gazing right back into his, as if willing him to close the gap.
There was a pause, a moment which seemed to last an eternity, but then suddenly there was movement. In completely the wrong direction.
Remus had stood up, and was once again just a person-shaped blur to Harry's vision. Harry sat back in his chair dejectedly.
"You need your glasses," Remus stated the obvious, stammering slightly. "I'll get them for you. Where are they?"
"Outside," Harry replied in a monotone, giving away no feeling. "I dropped them on the way here. My Firebolt and the invisibility cloak too."
Remus nodded and left the room. Harry let him leave.
The pain that had been forgotten to Harry in that moment of closeness with Remus returned to his body full blast.
Harry was now fully aware of his intentions, but wasn't really surprised at all. Nor was he surprised that Remus had seemed to come to his senses after all.
/Why would he want me anyway?/ Harry thought. He supposed this was just one of those things that he would have to pretend never happened.
A/N: What will happen? Does either Remus or Harry truly understand the other's intentions? Don't worry, I have a plan. Well there ya go, 2 chapters at once. Shorter than usual, but you got more than usual... pleeeeeaase review!