December 27- Shadow of the Moon
"WHAT THE HELL DID YOU SAY!"
"I didn't mean to!"
"DIDN'T MEAN TO? HOW CAN YOU NOT 'MEAN TO?' ALL YOU HAVE TO DO IS SHUT YOUR MOUTH AND NEVER OPEN IT!"
"She had her fucking wand jammed down my throat!"
"Like she would really kill you!"
"Please, Remus. I didn't—"
"If you dare say 'I DIDN'T MEAN TO', I will hurt you badly!"
"I'M SORRY! I WAS A LITTLE PISSED OFF! She accused me of stealing!"
"STEALING? Stealing what!"
"I'm not going there."
"The hell you're not! Don't piss me off today. You know what I'm like the day of the full moon and this isn't helping!"
"Jeez, quit acting like a bitchy wife."
Slap.
"That did not go well..." Sirius sat on the floor rubbing his reddened cheek. "Three and a half days and he's already mad at me. I'm definitely not starting this relationship right."
"Remus, nous devons parler." His mother said with a firm expression. (Remus, we need to talk.)
"Je sais ce que tu vas dire mère, mais économise ton souffle. Ce n'est pas vrai alors oublies ça." Remus replied. (I know what you are going to say mother, but save your breath. It is not true so just drop it.)
"Nous avons des raisons de croire que c'est vrai. Pourquoi Sirius inventerait-il quelque chose d'aussi gros?" His father stared at his now quiet son. (We have reason to believe that it is true. Why would Sirius make up something this big?)
"C'est un abruti." (He is an asshole.)
"C'est la vérité la vérité?" Joseph asked. (For telling the truth?)
"Non, c'est un mensonge!" (No, for lying.)
"Démenti?" Desiree asked her husband who nodded his head. (Denial?)
"Je ne démenti pas! Je ne suis pas intéressé par les gars comme cela!" (I am not in denial! I am not interested in guys like that!) His parents shook their heads. "Cessez de me regarder comme cela! Je jure que cette maison est maudite! D'autant plus depuis que Romulus est mort!" (Stop looking at me like that! I swear this house is messed up! Especially since Romulus died!)
That's it, he said it. The thing that has been wandering in the back of his mind since yesterday was now out in the open. But his parents looked anything but pleased.
"I thought we told you never—"Desiree started.
"—to mention him." Remus finished with a grimace. "Yeah, yeah, I know. But don't you think eight years is little long to try to push something out of your mind that you know will never-ever go away?"
"It was away, right until now."
"Well good for you, Mother, for denying the fact you ever had a real son."
"You are my real son."
"Bull shit real. I'm your fucked up one that will never even be able to compare to Romulus."
Desiree grabbed her Remus' face roughly, tears stinging her eyes. "You are not messed up. You are different, just because you are a werewolf. But that doesn't mean you won't amount to something. Look at your grades, highest in your year. You're handsome, kind, and warmhearted. One flaw doesn't make who you are unless you let it take over your life. You have everything going for you. Looks, intelligence, stamina, and a good heart. That's all you need in life, and you have it." A tear slid down her powdered face.
"Whether," Remus asked carefully, "Sirius is in it or not?"
"Either or."
Remus looked at his feet and whispered, "Je l'aime, mère. Vraiment et autant que je souhaite que ce ne soit pas vrai, mais ce l'est." (I love him, Mother. I truly do and as much as I wish it wasn't true, it is.)
Joseph broke his silence, "Je suis désolé. Je ne le laisserai pas se produire." (I am sorry. I will not let it happen.)
"Joseph!" Desiree shouted.
"Non. Il est déjà un loup il n'a pas besoin d'être chargé de quelque chose de plus mauvais encore." (No. He is already a wolf he does not need to be burdened with something even worse.)
"Plus mauvais encore?" Remus shouted, "Vous pensez que c'est plus mauvais que se transformer en monstre chaque mois, sachant que vous pourriez très bien blesser ou même pire, tué quelqu'un? Comment pouvez-vous penser que c'est plus mauvais?" (Even worse? You think this is worse than transforming into a monster every month, knowing that you could very well hurt or even worse, kill someone? How could you think that is worse?)
"C'est chaque jour pour le reste de ta vie entière..." (This is every day for the rest of your entire life...)
"I'm quite aware of that. And I'm quite aware of what I'm getting myself into, Father. You have never supportive in anything I've done. You said no to Hogwarts, no to staying at my friend's, no to going outside, no to telling people the truth, no to dating, and now no to possibly my only happiness I may ever get. You weren't even understanding when I said Renee locked me outside eight years ago!"
"Ne dis pas ça. C'était un foutu mensonge et tu le sais. Tu es allé dehors tout seul et quelqu'un s'est avéré à justement fermer la porte quand tu étais dehors. Si tu n'avais pas désobéi à moi ou à ta mère, Romulus ne serait pas mort." (Do not bring that up. It was a fucking lie and you know it. You went outside on your own and someone happened to lock the door while you were out there. If you had not disobeyed your mother or myself, Romulus would not have died)
"And there it is! The guilt trip! Years later you told me it wasn't my fault! But it's still there! You still think I'm the one who killed him!" Remus bellowed.
His father yelled back. "Tu agis en essayant de nous mettre à dos. Tu prétend être avec Sirius juste pour désobéir. Peut-être tu pensais qu'il était et serai le seul à se soucier. Alors tu le prends meme si ce n'est pas ce que tuveux vraiment." (You are acting out trying to get back at us. You are pretending to be with Sirius just for the hell of it. Maybe you think he is the only one that really cares and ever will. So you'll take him even though he is not what you really want.)
"C'est des conneries et vous le savez!" (That's bullshit and you know it.)
"Is it, Remus?"
"YES! I would never get back at you with something like this! If I were to get you back, it'd be a lot harsher and crueler."
"Like what?"
"Like not restraining myself tonight. Just to see what happens." He smiled cruelly.
"You do, you'll be sent to death."
"Like you'd care." Remus stalked out of the room. Once he was hidden safely in the bathroom every tear he held back came tumbling out.
/On top of broken trust
The lessons that you taught me
I learn were never true
Now I find myself in question
They point the finger at me again
Guilty by association
You point the finger at me again/
"How can you hate someone so much but still love them?" He asked himself and was startled to receive an answer.
"Can't hate family, no matter how hard you try." It was a higher pitched voice.
Remus looked for his speaker but found no one. He asked himself an experimental question just to see if they'd answer back. "But can you push them so far that'll they'll eventually hate you back, so it'd be even?"
"No."
Once again Remus looked behind the curtain, cabinets and outside the door and found no one. "Who the hell is talking back to me?"
"You're fairy godmother."
Remus laughed. "I'm sure."
"Well, maybe just your maid." A woman stepped out from the darkness. How did Remus miss her?
"Alexandrie." Remus acknowledged wiping the tears hastily from his face. "Are you sure you can't hate family?"
"Positive."
For a moment Remus thought about saying she was right, but then he thought of Sirius. "I have to disagree with you."
"And why is that?" She asked politely, wiping the rest of Remus' tears away with a cloth in a very mother-like way.
"Because I know someone who hates his family and his family hates him. Not one ounce of love in the hate-hate relationship."
Alexandrie put away the cloth and held Remus' face with her hands. "I guarantee Remus, that Sirius loves his family."
"How did you—"
"Gosh, I overhear so many things it's unreal." She smiled.
Remus shook his head of light brown hair. "I still don't think Sirius—"
Alexandrie put a finger to Remus' lips to silence him. "I don't know French all that well being from England, but over the years I've caught on. Il t'aime et tu es sa famille." (He loves you and you're his family.)
Remus smiled. "I guess your right. We are family in an odd sort of way."
"And I think you should talk to him." Alexandrie pointed upwards. "In your room he waits."
Remus knocked on the door, but got no answer, so he let himself in. It was his room after all.
He found Sirius lying on his bed asleep, looking more angelic if possible. Remus couldn't help but stare, his mouth hanging open. He tucked a straying midnight hair from a dozing face. The man who occupied his dreams and fantasies was lying here so helpless; Remus couldn't resist.
He grazed their lips gently but a hand behind his head pushed the kiss deeper. Remus opened his mouth slightly from the unexpected event which Sirius quickly took advantage of slipping his tongue in the cavern tasting every taste which was completely Remus' and a little bit of chocolate.
Lips bruised and out of oxygen, Sirius had to push Remus away before he asphyxiated.
"I'd like to wake up to that every morning." Sirius commented.
"That could be arranged." Remus smiled.
"Wait," Sirius lifted his eyebrow. "Aren't you mad at me for telling your sister about us?"
"I was. But I don't care." Remus turned completely solemn and held his heart as if in pain. "My heart aches and I think I finally figured out why. For the past two years you've stolen a shred of my heart everyday. And now...you've stolen every shattered and demented piece."
The raven-haired boy smiled softly. "Je t'aime, Remus." Sirius said gently, wrapping an arm around Remus' waist.
"Je t'aime, Sirius."
/Problem 358 solved... 1,232,348 left.../ Remus sighed heavily. /I'll deal with my parents tomorrow...Right now, Sirius is all that matters and all I care about.../