Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Harry Potter Characters.
A/N: I do apologize for not updating sooner but my computer went a little haywire but it is back up and running and I moved a lot of this story forward while I was unable to use the computer, but my shorthand always comes out a little hectic because my hand can never go as fast as my mind. At least when I am typing I can do it as fast as my mind goes so I do have to revise all chapters I wrote down before I can post them, but that shouldn't take to long. Now you have waited long enough here comes chapter 11.
Chapter 11 – Neoma Knows.
The holiday's came and went and there was still no word from Rebekah or Jonathan. Neoma had to stay at the school over the break because no one knew where her parents were. She had been avoiding Remus ever since he had told her the truth, and he tried to talk to her during the break but she had not come down from the girl's dorms but to eat Christmas dinner, and Remus was in no condition to see her then.
As classes started up again there was still no one who could tell them anything. The Ministry refused to acknowledge that Rebekah and Jonathan were missing because Jonathan had requested vacation time for the holidays and even if he hadn't taken his daughter he must have just wanted time alone with his wife. "How can the Ministry be so dense?!" Remus was enraged when Dumbledore had told him. He didn't mean to yell at the old man but couldn't help himself.
He had to conduct himself as if nothing had happened. After all how would the Ministry take to Rebekah's lover hounding them to find her when she was off with her husband, a Ministry employee. His teaching seemed listless as he felt he should be trying to find Rebekah, but he had to keep up with his work, and he was supposed to help Harry with his Patronus Lessons.
The first day he taught the second years he had noticed that Neoma did not show up. He worried if she did not come because she still wished to avoid him. He told himself that that was most likely the reason why she would not be in his class. There could have been no other, she did not seems like the kind of student to just ditch class so frivolously.
He told himself she probably would never be in another lesson of his again because she couldn't bear to think of him saying those words that would play in her head every time she saw his face, or heard his name, or ever Jonathan's name. One can only imagine that after telling himself all these things and dwelling on them for almost two weeks how surprised he must have been to hear the soft knocking on his office door and to see the tiny fair-haired girl with the button nose he shared with her.
"Neoma," he gasped out. "D-Do come in." She walked into the room timidly clutching a book tightly in her hands, "Have a seat." He gestured to a chair opposite him at the desk and she sat in it.
"I came to talk to you about my mother," she said bluntly.
"Well, what do you want to know about her, Neoma? I assure you I have no idea where she is," he looked into her tired face. She looked as if she was the one transforming into a werewolf once a month. She had large bags under her eyes and seemed like she hadn't slept in a month. The sparkle that usually was in her eyes was gone, replaced instead by a heavy glaze.
She looked up at Remus. It seemed like she could topple over at any moment from exhaustion. "I want to know how. I want to know where, and when, and every other little detail you can remember about her. Tell me and maybe I will be able to tell if what you told me before Christmas break really was complete rubbish you made up or if it is the truth."
Remus let out a sigh and leaned back in his chair. "If I tell you the truth do you promise you will recognize it as the truth?" she nodded and he started.
"When I was at Hogwarts so was your mother. I first met her in our 3rd year. We began studying together around our 5th year and I immediately liked her. School was very hectic for me so I never told her how I felt. We went on like that till we left school, we studied together for everything, Arithmancy, Transfiguration, Potions, and even the N.E.W.T.s. All the while I kept how I felt hidden, and quite well I do believe. When school ended we kept in touch by sending owls to each other every chance we got, and I had decided to tell her how I felt the same day that I received an invitation to her wedding to Jonathan. Like a good friend I went and was completely miserable. It was pure agony to watch her be married to anyone other than myself, and I over reacted to the unpleasantness of that day by not writing to her for years. She continued to send letters that remained unopened and unread, until the day I lost almost everyone I cared about to the Dark Lord. I had no where to turn and no one to turn to. I found myself at her door and she consoled me in my grievous state and we both told each other how we felt." Remus took a moment and looked hard at Neoma, trying to read her reaction, but finding it very difficult to do. "We then for the next 2 months engaged in the adulterous acts that produced you." The way Remus said that sentence seemed to sterilize it and make it seem so cold. "It is something I had regretted doing till I saw you. I still regret it because it was not right and was not fair to anyone, but you came of that affair and I wouldn't want to change that for the world. I thought it would be best for you if I stayed away, Jonathan had already claimed possession of you because I had not seen Rebekah for five months because I broke things off. I didn't mean to tell you, but with everything that happened I thought you should know. We had told Jonathan the truth and were going to have you and your mother come and live with me, but when she went home with him to get some things she never returned."
He stared at her waiting for her to say something, to react somehow. He didn't care if she cried or screamed he just wanted her to react. After what seemed to him like forever she looked up at him, her eyes brimming with tears. "I knew you were telling me the truth that night before I came here today. I knew because I was looking at a picture of my parents. My father had his arms around her and they were both smiling and my father kissed her, but her eyes had a look of sadness in them. I dismissed till I saw his nose. It really looked at it for the first time. It isn't the same nose I have. I knew when I saw that, but I had to hear you tell me." A tear rolled down her cheek as she bit her lower lip and looked at him with her eyes filled with tears and hope.
"I understand," said Remus simply as he moved around his desk with a handkerchief. "I won't pretend that it doesn't please me that you believe me. I fell in love with you before I even met you, you know."
"What do you mean?" she asked with a sniffle.
He reached into his pocket and produced the letter he still carried with him where ever he went. After he had told her he figured it wouldn't do any more harm than he already had. "I received this twelve years ago," he said as he handed it to her. She opened it and began to read it.
As she finished she looked up at Remus' hopeful face. "She really loved you. She still does. She has to; to have sent you so many letters over all these years and never thought that you would ever be together. If she loves you so much then I am sure I could be able to over a little time," she said with a half smile.
"I would like that very much," he said placing his hand on her shoulder. "I would like that very much indeed."
"I just have one more question," she said as she stood up, "What should I call you?"
Remus looked at her with concern. "I'm not sure. Just call me what ever feels right I guess."
Neoma smiled and looked up at him. "Okay. Well I better get back to the common room before my friends begin to worry where I have run off to."
"Alright. Run along then. I will see you in class tomorrow then?"
Neoma nodded, "Yes, da-professor," she said as she skipped off. Remus' heart fluttered at almost hearing her call him dad. It didn't matter that she hadn't finished the word. The mere fact that she had started it meant the world to him.
A/N: I do apologize for not updating sooner but my computer went a little haywire but it is back up and running and I moved a lot of this story forward while I was unable to use the computer, but my shorthand always comes out a little hectic because my hand can never go as fast as my mind. At least when I am typing I can do it as fast as my mind goes so I do have to revise all chapters I wrote down before I can post them, but that shouldn't take to long. Now you have waited long enough here comes chapter 11.
Chapter 11 – Neoma Knows.
The holiday's came and went and there was still no word from Rebekah or Jonathan. Neoma had to stay at the school over the break because no one knew where her parents were. She had been avoiding Remus ever since he had told her the truth, and he tried to talk to her during the break but she had not come down from the girl's dorms but to eat Christmas dinner, and Remus was in no condition to see her then.
As classes started up again there was still no one who could tell them anything. The Ministry refused to acknowledge that Rebekah and Jonathan were missing because Jonathan had requested vacation time for the holidays and even if he hadn't taken his daughter he must have just wanted time alone with his wife. "How can the Ministry be so dense?!" Remus was enraged when Dumbledore had told him. He didn't mean to yell at the old man but couldn't help himself.
He had to conduct himself as if nothing had happened. After all how would the Ministry take to Rebekah's lover hounding them to find her when she was off with her husband, a Ministry employee. His teaching seemed listless as he felt he should be trying to find Rebekah, but he had to keep up with his work, and he was supposed to help Harry with his Patronus Lessons.
The first day he taught the second years he had noticed that Neoma did not show up. He worried if she did not come because she still wished to avoid him. He told himself that that was most likely the reason why she would not be in his class. There could have been no other, she did not seems like the kind of student to just ditch class so frivolously.
He told himself she probably would never be in another lesson of his again because she couldn't bear to think of him saying those words that would play in her head every time she saw his face, or heard his name, or ever Jonathan's name. One can only imagine that after telling himself all these things and dwelling on them for almost two weeks how surprised he must have been to hear the soft knocking on his office door and to see the tiny fair-haired girl with the button nose he shared with her.
"Neoma," he gasped out. "D-Do come in." She walked into the room timidly clutching a book tightly in her hands, "Have a seat." He gestured to a chair opposite him at the desk and she sat in it.
"I came to talk to you about my mother," she said bluntly.
"Well, what do you want to know about her, Neoma? I assure you I have no idea where she is," he looked into her tired face. She looked as if she was the one transforming into a werewolf once a month. She had large bags under her eyes and seemed like she hadn't slept in a month. The sparkle that usually was in her eyes was gone, replaced instead by a heavy glaze.
She looked up at Remus. It seemed like she could topple over at any moment from exhaustion. "I want to know how. I want to know where, and when, and every other little detail you can remember about her. Tell me and maybe I will be able to tell if what you told me before Christmas break really was complete rubbish you made up or if it is the truth."
Remus let out a sigh and leaned back in his chair. "If I tell you the truth do you promise you will recognize it as the truth?" she nodded and he started.
"When I was at Hogwarts so was your mother. I first met her in our 3rd year. We began studying together around our 5th year and I immediately liked her. School was very hectic for me so I never told her how I felt. We went on like that till we left school, we studied together for everything, Arithmancy, Transfiguration, Potions, and even the N.E.W.T.s. All the while I kept how I felt hidden, and quite well I do believe. When school ended we kept in touch by sending owls to each other every chance we got, and I had decided to tell her how I felt the same day that I received an invitation to her wedding to Jonathan. Like a good friend I went and was completely miserable. It was pure agony to watch her be married to anyone other than myself, and I over reacted to the unpleasantness of that day by not writing to her for years. She continued to send letters that remained unopened and unread, until the day I lost almost everyone I cared about to the Dark Lord. I had no where to turn and no one to turn to. I found myself at her door and she consoled me in my grievous state and we both told each other how we felt." Remus took a moment and looked hard at Neoma, trying to read her reaction, but finding it very difficult to do. "We then for the next 2 months engaged in the adulterous acts that produced you." The way Remus said that sentence seemed to sterilize it and make it seem so cold. "It is something I had regretted doing till I saw you. I still regret it because it was not right and was not fair to anyone, but you came of that affair and I wouldn't want to change that for the world. I thought it would be best for you if I stayed away, Jonathan had already claimed possession of you because I had not seen Rebekah for five months because I broke things off. I didn't mean to tell you, but with everything that happened I thought you should know. We had told Jonathan the truth and were going to have you and your mother come and live with me, but when she went home with him to get some things she never returned."
He stared at her waiting for her to say something, to react somehow. He didn't care if she cried or screamed he just wanted her to react. After what seemed to him like forever she looked up at him, her eyes brimming with tears. "I knew you were telling me the truth that night before I came here today. I knew because I was looking at a picture of my parents. My father had his arms around her and they were both smiling and my father kissed her, but her eyes had a look of sadness in them. I dismissed till I saw his nose. It really looked at it for the first time. It isn't the same nose I have. I knew when I saw that, but I had to hear you tell me." A tear rolled down her cheek as she bit her lower lip and looked at him with her eyes filled with tears and hope.
"I understand," said Remus simply as he moved around his desk with a handkerchief. "I won't pretend that it doesn't please me that you believe me. I fell in love with you before I even met you, you know."
"What do you mean?" she asked with a sniffle.
He reached into his pocket and produced the letter he still carried with him where ever he went. After he had told her he figured it wouldn't do any more harm than he already had. "I received this twelve years ago," he said as he handed it to her. She opened it and began to read it.
As she finished she looked up at Remus' hopeful face. "She really loved you. She still does. She has to; to have sent you so many letters over all these years and never thought that you would ever be together. If she loves you so much then I am sure I could be able to over a little time," she said with a half smile.
"I would like that very much," he said placing his hand on her shoulder. "I would like that very much indeed."
"I just have one more question," she said as she stood up, "What should I call you?"
Remus looked at her with concern. "I'm not sure. Just call me what ever feels right I guess."
Neoma smiled and looked up at him. "Okay. Well I better get back to the common room before my friends begin to worry where I have run off to."
"Alright. Run along then. I will see you in class tomorrow then?"
Neoma nodded, "Yes, da-professor," she said as she skipped off. Remus' heart fluttered at almost hearing her call him dad. It didn't matter that she hadn't finished the word. The mere fact that she had started it meant the world to him.