Chapter Four: Lengthy Explanations
Lets Recap:"Oh god." She said as her eyes opened, she had refused him, and now he was out to kill her.
People had crowded around her, looking worried. She sat up and looked around wildly. Who could she tell? Who should she tell? Who could she trust? No one. A part of her whispered. No one loves you, you can't tell anyone anything, and they'll only betray you… She pushed these thoughts from her head. Where did that come from? She wondered, she had banished those thoughts a year ago, and had she the time she would calculate it to the exact day, if she had had the time.
Her eyes rested on Draco for a moment before traveling to the man next to him, Remus. "He's coming." She said, her voice rushed. "I have to go, but he's going to attack the schools. You have to stop him, but I have to go now." She said, standing up too fast. In testimony to that the room spun gleefully and she sat back down. Remus reached out and grabbed her shoulders.
"Andara." He said calmly, looking into her eyes and then she wondered what her fathers voice had sounded like, if it had been calm and deep or rushed and a bit self indulged. She wondered if his eyes held that same intensity or if they were shallow and revealed nothing about his soul. She wondered if he had been a good person and if he had loved her mother or if she had been a summer fling like her mother portrayed it. Her mother had always been a bit bitter towards the man…
"Andara, sweetheart, focus, please." He said and she drifted back into reality. She looked into the amber eyes and told herself to focus, this was too important. "What happened, what did you see?" he asked and she took a deep breath.
"Voldemort, he was talking to me. He wanted me to help him. I told him no and tried to get into his head. He had schools marked on maps and then I saw him talking to-" She shuddered and looked away, hatred swelling inside of her."Talking to who?" He asked, light tenor voice calming her.
"Wormtail, he was talking to Wormtail about attacking the schools and killing anyone who wouldn't join him." She said before looking anywhere but at him. She hadn't realized until this moment how awful things must be for Remus. Two of his best friends were dead and he was now responsible for their children, the other had betrayed him. She could only begin to fathom how alone he must feel.
Surprisingly Remus reached out and pulled her to his chest as a small tear slid its way down her cheek, almost as if she were a small child. For a minute Moony thought she would pull away from him, but them she settle into his arms and he dropped a kiss on the top of her head. For a minute he allowed himself to wish that it was Sirius here comforting his daughter instead of him, but then her resolved that if Sirius wouldn't be here for her, if James couldn't be here for his son, he would do it for them. He could be a father to two teenagers; it couldn't be that hard, could it? He was feeling rather upbeat about this when Harry punched the wall. . .
His head snapped up as everyone else in the room turned, the Weasley twins were already there, having heard Hermione's attempts to calm him. He looked to his right, Draco was there, he slid to the side and Draco slid closer and they moved Andara's now sleeping form to a different lap, she didn't notice. He stood up and ignored the leg that Andara had put to sleep and walked over to Harry who was cursing and shaking his wounded fist.
"Let me see." He said, holding out his hand and Harry looked up, shame evident on his face as he showed the battered knuckles. "You'll live." He said after a moment. "Your father rather liked punching walls as well you know." He said with a comforting smile. Harry was slightly shocked; Remus hardly ever talked about James or the other Marauders.
"I'm sorry." He said miserably. "It's just, he, talking about him, it," He looked at Remus who was regarding him with an understanding look. "I hate him. I hate him more than I do Voldemort. I hear his name and I want to inflict pain, tear him limb from limb and set fire to his carcass and destroy any reminders of his presence on this planet." He said vehemently.
He looked away, emotions running wild. Remus reached out and hugged him. The boy was surprised by this but held onto the man nonetheless. He couldn't remember the last time someone had held him, cared for him.
"We'll get him Harry, we'll get him." Remus said, determination in his voice, along with vengeance.
Her dreams that night were plagued with grotesque images, people being tortured; set on fire, branded, beaten, raped. Blood was everywhere, on the walls, the floor, the ceiling, other people. People committing suicide, blowing their heads off, slitting their throat, slitting their wrists. Blood, everywhere.
She was vaguely aware of someone screaming far away but she couldn't get to him or her, couldn't run away, and couldn't do anything. The room she was in was shaking, ant first gently, but now violently, and earthquake that rocked into her core, shaking, shattering her world.
And then Voldemort was walking towards her, green skin, glistening, red eyes burning. "If you ever want to sleep peacefully again, join me." He said, voice dangerous and deadly.
"My sleep is not enough of a bribe, you should know how the bribe system works by now sirrah." She said before wondering what possessed her to use that term. His hand flew, connecting with her face, causing light to flash through her vision and pain to course through her body.
"You will join me." He said before dissipating.
The shaking intensified and her eyes flew open, above her someone gasped in relief and sat back, joggling her a little. She looked around her, she was in the kitchen. Why am I in the kitchen? I don't even like the kitchen. It's too busy, there are too many people in it. Who am I sitting on? Remus? She turned around. Definitely not Remus, Draco. Why am I sitting on Draco? I hardly know Draco. Well, I'd rather be sitting on him that Ron, or what was his name? Snape. Ug.
"Morning." He grunted when he realized her gaze was on him.
"Morning. Why are we in the kitchen?" She asked, looking out the window she saw that morning was just breaking and the sky was mostly dark.
"You fainted, woke uo, fell asleep on Remus. Scarface punched the wall, you were sleeping, I collected a pillow and fell asleep. You wanna move left a little, your putting my leg to sleep-" She moved, "Thanks, the adults left this morning for conferences with the ministry, said they won't be home for a few days." He said before punctuating his speech with a jaw cracking yawn.
"Ahh, well then." She said as she layed back down next to the boy. Her head hit hard stone and she looked over at him and glared before reaching over and yanking his pillow out from under him.
"Hey!" He yelled…
1: Sirrah is a term Shakespeare::everyone bow:: used to mean boy, and is derogatory when directed at men.
A/N: Okay, wrote this while in a 'Remus is a …cannot say use your imagination…god!' mood, if you couldn't tell. And I don't think we see him in a parental role much, which will be fun to write, so before anyone who's slightly twisted gets any ideas that's it, parental role. So, yeah, more plot! And now the adults are gone, we'll do some teen drama and move on, hehe drama, that should be fun and interesting…
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