Disclaimer – If it belonged to me, Sirius would stop being dead and Harry
would stop whining and the twins would stop leaving and be there and Molly
would stop being silly and vaporish. Therefore, we may assume that it's
none of it mine. In fact, it probably belongs to JK Rowling, at least last
time I checked it did.
Chapter Three The Plot Thickens
"It's always raining in my head Forget all the things I should have said."
—Staind
"Nicky."
"Hello."
She sat down on his bed. She was blurred in the dark beyond the edge of his wandlight, and kept her voice low. "Good book?"
"Not really. Tolerable. What are you doing here?"
"Making sure you're settled in. Gryffindor ... that was a surprise."
"I know."
"Is it all right if I say that I'm proud?"
"Sure. Thanks." A long pause. "Don't tell me you came to tuck me in and give me a goodnight kiss."
"Heavens, no. Demon child."
"Bedtime story?"
"You can read."
"What is it, then?"
"Just wanted to talk a little. You should go to sleep, though. How was
your first day?"
"Good. I like Professor Lupin."
"You actually like someone? You?"
"Shut up, Mother dear. If you hate me, you shouldn't have brought me
back."
"I didn't have a choice." Pause. "I don't hate you."
"More of a mutual mild dislike, isn't it?"
Her voice sharpened. "Are you going to continue acting like this?"
"No. Sorry."
"You are not."
"Then leave me alone, if you're going to be sensitive."
"Fine," she sighed, irritated as only Dominic Phineas Cole could irritate her. "Good night, Nicky."
Firmly: "Good night." -------------------
Remus had been relieved that no one asked him to be the Secret-Keeper for the Potters. He already kept many secrets, few of them his own. He was everyone's shoulder to cry on. When James was feeling particularly pained about Lily, it was Remus he talked to, sometimes for hours, until they both got in trouble for breaking curfew. He mediated in the occasional fight between Sirius and James.
Only Remus knew, because Sirius had told him alone, that Sirius' mother did beat him sometimes. It was not a frequent occurrence – once each time he went home, so not often. Nonetheless, it happened, and it was Remus he confided in. He'd never even told Cambri the truth about that.
In return, Remus knew he could go to any of them with his nightmares, and they would be ready with a hug and chocolate.
And he woke up the next morning remembering something else. Cambri had also confided in him, telling him everything. She told him where she came from, who her parents were, and the strange things she could do. She knew he would guard the secrets as though he really were her Secret-Keeper.
So overall, Remus really was glad no one had asked him to be the real Secret-Keeper. He'd found out since, that he couldn't have in any case; the Fidelius Charm could only be performed when the Secret-Keeper was under the influence of a potion. This potion contained just enough silver that it would have done horrible things to Remus if he ingested it.
Glad, yes, Remus thought, lying in bed half-awake in the earliest hour of daylight. Glad; but if he'd been the Secret-Keeper, if he wasn't a bloody werewolf and could have been the Secret-Keeper, Sirius couldn't have sold out James and Lily.
Thinking of this brought back his speculations about Cambri with stunning force. He groaned. And then, he remembered what he'd dreamed.
He'd dreamed a perfect memory of when Cambri told him everything.
Remus pulled the blankets over his head.
Author's Note – see, I told you there would be dialogue. I would love some reviews – in fact I would give up ice cream if it meant reviews. But giving up ice cream won't help at all, so maybe if people love me, I could have both!
Chapter Three The Plot Thickens
"It's always raining in my head Forget all the things I should have said."
—Staind
"Nicky."
"Hello."
She sat down on his bed. She was blurred in the dark beyond the edge of his wandlight, and kept her voice low. "Good book?"
"Not really. Tolerable. What are you doing here?"
"Making sure you're settled in. Gryffindor ... that was a surprise."
"I know."
"Is it all right if I say that I'm proud?"
"Sure. Thanks." A long pause. "Don't tell me you came to tuck me in and give me a goodnight kiss."
"Heavens, no. Demon child."
"Bedtime story?"
"You can read."
"What is it, then?"
"Just wanted to talk a little. You should go to sleep, though. How was
your first day?"
"Good. I like Professor Lupin."
"You actually like someone? You?"
"Shut up, Mother dear. If you hate me, you shouldn't have brought me
back."
"I didn't have a choice." Pause. "I don't hate you."
"More of a mutual mild dislike, isn't it?"
Her voice sharpened. "Are you going to continue acting like this?"
"No. Sorry."
"You are not."
"Then leave me alone, if you're going to be sensitive."
"Fine," she sighed, irritated as only Dominic Phineas Cole could irritate her. "Good night, Nicky."
Firmly: "Good night." -------------------
Remus had been relieved that no one asked him to be the Secret-Keeper for the Potters. He already kept many secrets, few of them his own. He was everyone's shoulder to cry on. When James was feeling particularly pained about Lily, it was Remus he talked to, sometimes for hours, until they both got in trouble for breaking curfew. He mediated in the occasional fight between Sirius and James.
Only Remus knew, because Sirius had told him alone, that Sirius' mother did beat him sometimes. It was not a frequent occurrence – once each time he went home, so not often. Nonetheless, it happened, and it was Remus he confided in. He'd never even told Cambri the truth about that.
In return, Remus knew he could go to any of them with his nightmares, and they would be ready with a hug and chocolate.
And he woke up the next morning remembering something else. Cambri had also confided in him, telling him everything. She told him where she came from, who her parents were, and the strange things she could do. She knew he would guard the secrets as though he really were her Secret-Keeper.
So overall, Remus really was glad no one had asked him to be the real Secret-Keeper. He'd found out since, that he couldn't have in any case; the Fidelius Charm could only be performed when the Secret-Keeper was under the influence of a potion. This potion contained just enough silver that it would have done horrible things to Remus if he ingested it.
Glad, yes, Remus thought, lying in bed half-awake in the earliest hour of daylight. Glad; but if he'd been the Secret-Keeper, if he wasn't a bloody werewolf and could have been the Secret-Keeper, Sirius couldn't have sold out James and Lily.
Thinking of this brought back his speculations about Cambri with stunning force. He groaned. And then, he remembered what he'd dreamed.
He'd dreamed a perfect memory of when Cambri told him everything.
Remus pulled the blankets over his head.
Author's Note – see, I told you there would be dialogue. I would love some reviews – in fact I would give up ice cream if it meant reviews. But giving up ice cream won't help at all, so maybe if people love me, I could have both!