A/N: W00t with the yay! Two chapters in one night! Well, one chapter and
one sort-of chapter. Still, I'm proud. You should be too. BE PROUD, DAMMIT!
AND NOW, BACK TO YOUR REGULARLY SCHEDULED STORY!
~Remus' POV~
I opened the door expecting to see a Ministry official telling me that they knew that HE was there and to please cooperate with them so that I could simply be taken to Azkaban rather than be brutally killed.
Instead I found James.
He just stood there with that sparkle of amusement in his eyes as my mouth dropped open and I gaped at him like a fish.
"Well," he said finally, "aren't you going to invite me in? Or should I freeze out here instead?"
I numbly let him in and closed the door behind him. I led him into the living room where I sat down hard on the floor.
James was greeted by my loveable dog Snuffles openly staring at him. We all just sat there gawping at one another for what seemed like forever. At last my supposedly dead best friend broke the silence, laughing uneasily. "So, um, Sirius...I hear you're on the run from the law. Some things never do change, do they?"
Snuffles changed back into Sirius to glare menacingly at James. "But apparently some things DO change...like you being all ALIVE. Or like someone impersonating you. Either way, it hasn't happened before."
"...Noticed that, did you?"
"What, that you're alive, or that you're being impersonated? Or do you mean that you're here in general? Cause I'd have to say that that's pretty difficult to miss. Wouldn't you, Remus?"
I opened my mouth to speak, but was cut off by James. "For Merlin's sake, Sirius, it's me! Why don't you believe me?"
"BECAUSE YOU'VE BEEN DEAD FOR SEVENTEEN FUCKING YEARS, JAMES! PEOPLE DON'T JUST COME BACK TO LIFE! IT DOESN'T FUCKING WORK LIKE THAT! DOES IT, REMUS?"
I opened my mouth to reply, but was cut off by James. Again. "Stop shouting at me, Sirius Black," he said between gritted teeth, "You don't know what I've been through the past week and a half. If you'd just let me ex—"
"What YOU'VE been through? YOU? I'm sorry, but YOU'RE not the one who was in BLOODY AZKABAN FOR TWELVE FUCKING YEARS! YOU'RE not the one who's had to deal with being alone and a WEREWOLF thinking that one of your best FUCKING friends killed the other two! IS he, Remus?"
Yet again, I was interrupted by James. "You know, I'd forgotten how much you emphasize random words when you're angry, Sirius. And anyway, maybe if you'd just let me explain, you wouldn't be so angry."
"ALL RIGHT, then. But you'd BETTER have a GOOD EXPLANATION, HAROLD JAMES POTTER!"
Finally I got a chance to speak while James was too busy blinking at Sirius to say anything. "Siri, that's not Harry. It's James. Or, well, supposedly it is, anyway. But in any case, I don't think that it's Harry."
"I—Remus? Harry? He can't be—but he died. Right, Remus? But then why would he call me Harry? Remus? I'm confused. Sirius, are you really THAT angry with me that you'd bring up my dead son?"
Sirius was still angry, apparently. "OF COURSE he's not dead you BLOODY idiot! BUT YOU SHOULD BE! WHY AREN'T you?"
"He's not dead? But I was so sure....Well then where IS he?!"
"THREE guesses! And the FIRST TWO DON'T COUNT!"
"......What?"
I felt that this was another opportune moment to speak up. "James, we're not answering anything till you tell us why you're here. Or till we get some proof that it's actually you. I mean, we're not just going to send some unknown person off to Hogwarts to see Harry, are we?" This is why I get interrupted a lot. Because I just shouldn't talk.
"DAMMIT Remus! Now we'll HAVE to stupefy him and ask him WHERE he got that GODDAMN necklace when he WAKES UP!"
"Necklace? Sirius, what're you talking about? He's not wearing a—" And then I saw it. This gorgeous neclace with an opal stone set in silver, surrounded by five black pearls. "James, why're you wearing a necklace?"
"Well OBVIOUSLY he's a DEATH EATER! Or a MINISTRY OFFICIAL! WHO else would've known the necklace that Callien wore?! Who ELSE could've known how seeing that would AFFECT me?!"
"What, Sirius, who is Callien? And what does her necklace have to do with an—"SLAM. We turned around to find that James had left, and slammed the door behind him. "....Dammit...."
A/N: Fear not, my readers, everything shall be made clear in the future...I think. Now review, dear ones! Or else I'll cry. But not, really.
AND NOW, BACK TO YOUR REGULARLY SCHEDULED STORY!
~Remus' POV~
I opened the door expecting to see a Ministry official telling me that they knew that HE was there and to please cooperate with them so that I could simply be taken to Azkaban rather than be brutally killed.
Instead I found James.
He just stood there with that sparkle of amusement in his eyes as my mouth dropped open and I gaped at him like a fish.
"Well," he said finally, "aren't you going to invite me in? Or should I freeze out here instead?"
I numbly let him in and closed the door behind him. I led him into the living room where I sat down hard on the floor.
James was greeted by my loveable dog Snuffles openly staring at him. We all just sat there gawping at one another for what seemed like forever. At last my supposedly dead best friend broke the silence, laughing uneasily. "So, um, Sirius...I hear you're on the run from the law. Some things never do change, do they?"
Snuffles changed back into Sirius to glare menacingly at James. "But apparently some things DO change...like you being all ALIVE. Or like someone impersonating you. Either way, it hasn't happened before."
"...Noticed that, did you?"
"What, that you're alive, or that you're being impersonated? Or do you mean that you're here in general? Cause I'd have to say that that's pretty difficult to miss. Wouldn't you, Remus?"
I opened my mouth to speak, but was cut off by James. "For Merlin's sake, Sirius, it's me! Why don't you believe me?"
"BECAUSE YOU'VE BEEN DEAD FOR SEVENTEEN FUCKING YEARS, JAMES! PEOPLE DON'T JUST COME BACK TO LIFE! IT DOESN'T FUCKING WORK LIKE THAT! DOES IT, REMUS?"
I opened my mouth to reply, but was cut off by James. Again. "Stop shouting at me, Sirius Black," he said between gritted teeth, "You don't know what I've been through the past week and a half. If you'd just let me ex—"
"What YOU'VE been through? YOU? I'm sorry, but YOU'RE not the one who was in BLOODY AZKABAN FOR TWELVE FUCKING YEARS! YOU'RE not the one who's had to deal with being alone and a WEREWOLF thinking that one of your best FUCKING friends killed the other two! IS he, Remus?"
Yet again, I was interrupted by James. "You know, I'd forgotten how much you emphasize random words when you're angry, Sirius. And anyway, maybe if you'd just let me explain, you wouldn't be so angry."
"ALL RIGHT, then. But you'd BETTER have a GOOD EXPLANATION, HAROLD JAMES POTTER!"
Finally I got a chance to speak while James was too busy blinking at Sirius to say anything. "Siri, that's not Harry. It's James. Or, well, supposedly it is, anyway. But in any case, I don't think that it's Harry."
"I—Remus? Harry? He can't be—but he died. Right, Remus? But then why would he call me Harry? Remus? I'm confused. Sirius, are you really THAT angry with me that you'd bring up my dead son?"
Sirius was still angry, apparently. "OF COURSE he's not dead you BLOODY idiot! BUT YOU SHOULD BE! WHY AREN'T you?"
"He's not dead? But I was so sure....Well then where IS he?!"
"THREE guesses! And the FIRST TWO DON'T COUNT!"
"......What?"
I felt that this was another opportune moment to speak up. "James, we're not answering anything till you tell us why you're here. Or till we get some proof that it's actually you. I mean, we're not just going to send some unknown person off to Hogwarts to see Harry, are we?" This is why I get interrupted a lot. Because I just shouldn't talk.
"DAMMIT Remus! Now we'll HAVE to stupefy him and ask him WHERE he got that GODDAMN necklace when he WAKES UP!"
"Necklace? Sirius, what're you talking about? He's not wearing a—" And then I saw it. This gorgeous neclace with an opal stone set in silver, surrounded by five black pearls. "James, why're you wearing a necklace?"
"Well OBVIOUSLY he's a DEATH EATER! Or a MINISTRY OFFICIAL! WHO else would've known the necklace that Callien wore?! Who ELSE could've known how seeing that would AFFECT me?!"
"What, Sirius, who is Callien? And what does her necklace have to do with an—"SLAM. We turned around to find that James had left, and slammed the door behind him. "....Dammit...."
A/N: Fear not, my readers, everything shall be made clear in the future...I think. Now review, dear ones! Or else I'll cry. But not, really.