Remus' POV.

December 28 ½: Welcome to My Nightmare Part 2

"Nice mark you got there on your neck, bro."

Die.

"You and Sirius must have a had a good time..."

Fucking die.

"Aren't you going to say something?"

Yes, you will die a most painful death.

She looked at me with a fierce smile spreading across her face. "What is the matter with you? Cat got your tongue? Or perhaps Sirius has got your tongue?"

That's it. You will die, Renee, but a murder does not go unplanned if I plan to not get caught.

I stalked away...but not after slapping my sister square across the face. Which, I might add, left a big red mark. I get a certain pleasure when I see my sister cry.... Wonder why?

"You little hellion! Get the hell back here!" Oh, big words coming from a man who shakes in fear when he sees me. But, no, I don't think I'll go back in there. If I do they're will be more than a slap coming for my sister. So instead, I stomped all the way...into my father. Fantastique.

"Je dois vous parler." He said. (I need to talk to you.)

"Um, no." I continued walking, but my father caught up with me and pulled on the back of my shirt. I really don't mind just taking off my shirt and squirming away but I didn't this time. Let my father think he is really talking to me when really I am planning my sister's funeral.

"Vous avez plusieurs jours encore jusqu'à ce que vous alliez de nouveau à Hogwarts." (You have several days left until you go back to Hogwarts)

Let's see...Muggle way or wizard way? Muggle police would be easier to deal with...

"Je ne veux pas voir Sirius dans votre chambre pendant ce temps, puisque je vous ai découvert pour sembler dormir dans le même lit." (I do not want to see Sirius in your room during that time, since I found out you seem to be sleeping in the same bed.)

Gun? Knife? Other? Mmmm.... Choices, choices... Lots a weapons out there...

"Comprenez-vous?" (Do you understand?)

I think a knife will do quite nicely...

"REMUS!?"

I snapped my head up and looked at my father's angry face. "What!?"

"Do you understand?!"

"Understand what?"

I think that vein in his neck is going to pop out. "Have you been listening to me?!"

"Of course." Not.

"Then what did I say?"

Oh no. Caught in the act. "You...uh, asked me if I understood."

"Before that."

"Remus."

"Before that."

"Oh, I have no idea." That didn't help the vein in his neck at all.

"Remus..." I thought the growling was my thing... "Écoutez-vous jamais moi?" (Do you ever listen to me?)

"Yes, I'm listening to you now."

"Pourquoi ne parlez-vous jamais en français?" (Why don't you ever speak in French?)

"Because I don't want to."

He sighed heavily. "I knew you shouldn't have gone to Hogwarts."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means you've totally forgotten where you're from."

"Trust me, the Slytherins tend to remind me every chance they get by calling me Frenchie."

"That's absurd."

I just raised my eyebrows questioningly. "Why is that absurd?"

"Why would anyone call you that?"

Well, I could think of several reasons, but then I would have to explain the concept of the Marauders. "They aren't very nice people."

He just nodded his head. "About what I was saying earlier, which maybe you'll listen if I talk in your language, I don't want Sirius in your room."

"Whatever." I wasn't agreeing but he took it that way. He nodded approval and walked off. Yeah, Sirius won't ever come in my room again...Snort.

And just my luck...My dear old sister whom I love so very much....ha... hahahahahahaha. Yeah, right. Well, she found me. Oh, joy.

"Remus John Lupin! How dare you!"

"How dare I?! NO, NO, NO! How dare YOU! You stole my necklace and sold it!"

"Well," she smiled. Why was she smiling? Someone please tell me why! "You didn't need such a precious item in your possession."

"Says who?"

"Hey. Ten thousand is ten thousand. Besides it was from Sirius."

"YES! From Sirius to ME not you! So it was mine and you had no right to take it!" Oh no, why are tears forming? NO! I will not cry! I haven't cried since...okay two days ago, but before that it was seven years!

"Sirius stole it, Remus, get that through your head!"

"Sirius would never steal anything!"

"He did for sure steal something."

"He didn't fucking steal the necklace!"

She paused. "No?"

"NO!"

"But he did steal you." And she walked away. I always knew my sister was strange but this...this is just...off the charts strange. I swear she has a split personality.

Why is everything so complicated? Everything was fine a month ago, but then James and Sirius just had to come to France...and then Sirius just had to...make my life better but yet destroyed it all.

My parents are mad at me for loving Sirius.

My sister sold the necklace Sirius gave to me.

Friends will hate me because I'm with Sirius.

I'll be an outcast because of Sirius.

Sirius is the center of my problems. But maybe none of that truly matters.

"I'm looking for a necklace that can catch dreams."

He looked at me quite strangely. "Nothing like that here."

"Thanks anyway."

That was the fifteenth place I've been to. I probably should have forced my sister to tell me exactly where she sold it but I couldn't find her anywhere. I had to lie to Sirius, saying I went to the grocery store with my mom. But the next problem was actually getting my mom to come with me. Which wasn't exactly as hard as I expected.

/"Mom, I need you to take me into town."

"What for?"

"I need to get my necklace back."

"Where did your necklace go?"

"Renee sold it."

"WHAT?! Get in the car."/

Too easy. But now my mother has me in the car...alone, and she seems very keen in asking me a bunch of questions, which I have no intention of answering...Until she pinches me then for some reason my mouth starts moving. Oh, the effect my mother has on me.

"How long has this been going on?" No answer...Pinch.

"Few days."

"When did you first kiss?" Silence. Pinch.

"The day before Christmas Eve."

"When did you first notice you like other guys?"

"WHAT? I...well...er, I..."

"It's a simple question." A simple question yes, but not a simple answer. True be told, I have no freakin' clue when.

"I don't know..."

"How far have you gotten?" Not going there. Pinch. Nope, not going to say. Pinch. OW. Fine. A little white lie never hurt anyone.

"Not very far." She didn't buy it. So, she started to cry. Joy. "Come on Mom, what's the matter?"

Through tears she looked at me, "It's just...your getting so old."

"Ah, jeez thanks."

"It's just that it seemed like just yesterday that you were five..." She's now off in memory land. Mother has left planet earth.

"That was only ten years ago..." She cried harder. "Come on Mom, we all have to grow up someday. Look at Renee, she's married and has a child." Okay, tears flowed even harder.

She pulled up to another shop and took out the keys. She turned to me and grabbed my face and pulled me closer. "I love you Remus, no matter what. Even if you're with Sirius, as long as you're happy, I'll be happy. I may not exactly be fond of the idea, but I can't change you. I can't change anything." She wiped away her tears with the back of her hand. "Please tell me Remus, that you haven't done anything...permanent with Sirius."

Permanent? What the hell does that mean? Uh...ug...no...She can't possibly...eh... "What do you mean 'permanent?'" I'm afraid I already know that answer.

"Don't play stupid, Remus, it doesn't suit you."

Well, I'm going to play dumb and you can't stop me. "I don't know what you mean."

"Sex, Remus. Have you ever had sex with Sirius?" Thanks for being so blatant, Mom. This is a conversation I never wanted.

"No." Well, that really depends what she considers 'sex.' However, she looked relieved. Whatever floats her boat. "Can we just go in?" She let go of my face and nodded. I shot out of the car like I just found out a bomb was in it.

I walked through the door and immediately started looking around. And by god, there it was. I called my mother over and pointed in the case. "That's it."

She walked over to the owner and started talking to him but I was a little preoccupied by the fact that it said fifteen thousand galleons and not ten. Not good. Not good at all. Merde.

My mother's voice boomed throughout the store in rage. Double merde. My mom was trying to talk him into giving it back but it was no good.

So I intervened. "Excusez-moi, monsieur, mais c'était pour mon fiancé. Ma soeur l'a accidentellement pris et l'a vendu à vous. Cela signifie tout dans le monde à moi, et aurait été un mariage actuel pour elle." My mom looked at me in awe. (Excuse me, sir, but that was for my fiancé. My sister accidentally took it and sold it to you. That means everything in the world to me, and would have been a wedding present for her.)

"N'êtes-vous pas un jeune à se marier?" He replied looking me over. (Aren't you a little young to get married?)

"J'obtiens cela beaucoup. Mais j'ai réellement dix-huit ans." (I get that a lot. But I am actually eighteen years old.)

"Bien, j'ai peur que je ne puisse pas vous le donner." (Well, I'm afraid I can't give it to you.)

"Mais, monsieur, svp j'ai besoin de lui. Si je ne le lui donne pas..." (But, sir, please I need it. If I do not give it to her...)

"Je suis désolé, mais non." (I'm sorry, but no.)

"Très bien, ainsi quand elle se tue finalement je vous blâmerai." (Fine, so when she finally kills herself I will blame you.) He looked a little taken aback to say the least.

"Ce qui?" (What?)

"Elle a ces cauchemars terribles de quand son frère est mort. Elle se blâme de sa mort et menace de se tuer chaque fois que quelqu'un le mentionne. Elle continue à devenir plus mauvaise et plus mauvaise chaque nuit." (She has these awful nightmares of when her brother died. She blames herself for his death and threatens to kill herself every time someone mentions him. It keeps getting worse and worse every night.)

"C'est terrible." (That's terrible.)

"Ainsi allez-vous le donner vers le haut? Ou sa vie?" (So are you going to give it up? Or her life?)

"Je ne peux pas le vendre." (I cannot sell it.)

"Pourquoi la baise pas?" (Why the fuck not?)

"Il n'est pas en vente, monsieur. Je suis désolé au sujet de votre fiancé, mais je ne peux pas vous le donner." (It is not for sale, sir. I am sorry about your fiancé, but I can not give it to you.)

I put on the saddest face I could muster and made myself shed tears. "Si elle finit vers le haut des morts je reviendrai et vous tuerai. J'ai déjà été en prison une fois pour le meurtre essayé et je vraiment ne m'occupe pas de retourner." (If she ends up dead I will come back and kill you. I have already been in jail once for attempted murder and I really do not mind going back.)

At first he didn't believe me. Can't blame him though... But I gave him an evil smile reserved for the Slytherins and he stood back quickly and ran to the glass case and grabbed the dream catcher.

"J'ai besoin de l'argent en arrière. Vous pouvez l'avoir pour le même prix mais j'ai besoin de l'argent en arrière." (I need the money back. You can have it for the same price but I need the money back.)

Shit. I hadn't thought about that. But no need, my mother quickly pulled out a card with our bank account number. Works like a muggle credit card, but actually transfers the coins to the place it was used at. Did I ever say I loved my mother? Because I do. I truly, truly do. She muttered something under her breath about getting the money from Renee when she was done.

The man handed me the dream catcher making sure he didn't touch me in the process. I grinned evilly at him and glared daggers at him.

We left the store smiling, the dream catcher glimmering in the sunset.

I am a very good manipulator and I have a quick mind.

That is why I am a Marauder.