Title: The Potter Game
Author: The guy you hate for ending 'The Time Turner'. But don't fuss, you know that was a good ending. .
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter and I don't own the Tele Tubbies. I just couldn't resist naming him Dipsy... I also don't own the right to remain silent for that matter.. I SHALL NOT BE SILENCED.
Draco: Shut up dude..
Me: Okay.. Sheesh..
Notes: Ah.. I have to make my story seem real and 'magically' tie in with the actual HP books, now don't I? And if you hadn't noticed, whatever is in parentheses is what people that are in the room at that time are thinking. It's up to you to decide which person is thinking it, because I'm not telling you. By the way, the next five chapters, including this one, will be happening all at the same time.
Chapter Three: The Secret that is Mark Evans
Remus Lupin sat down on the bed in his room and bounced. "Well, at least it's a soft bed." he said. Camellia nodded. She sat down beside him.
"Do you think it's wrong not to tell Harry about me?" she asked.
"Well.. I don't think even Dumbledore knows Lily has a step sister." Remus said.
"But, I'm related to Harry.. And no one knows except you and me." she said. Remus sighed, leaning back and rubbing his temples.
"We'll tell Harry in time. If Dumbledore knew, he still wouldn't have left Harry with you. It would have had to be a blood relative that Harry stayed with. And you, well, you were a step sister to Lily." he said.
"Yes, that's true. Dumbledore probably knows anyway." she smiled, "That man knows everything. I just wish Harry could stay with me. He'd have a wonderful time. I'd try to make it the best for him anyway. Ever since Sirius-" She stopped talking, looking at Remus. He sat up, a frown etched onto his usually smiling face. "I'm sorry." she said. He shook his head.
"What's done is done. There's nothing I can do." he said. She smiled and he gave her one of his genuine Lupin smiles back.
"So, what do you think of this place?" she asked.
"It's old, but very pretty. I wonder how all the rest are dealing out with their rooms? If they look anything like ours, I bet they're happy." he replied.
"Not that Draco kid. He seems like he's always got something stuck up his-"
"Be nice now." Remus chuckled. Camellia smiled.
"Shall we get something to eat then?" she asked. Remus nodded and they walked out of the room, and down the creaky stairs. They went into the dining room and sat down. Almost immediately, three house elves came to their sides.
"Hello masters!" one of them said. It was wearing a toga-like sheet. It was white, not dirty like Dobby's had been. "Nomi is pleased to serve you, madams and sirs."
"Yes! Wexler is too!" a small house elf said. It was incredibly short, and most likely very young. Its sheet was just like Nomi's except it was tied on both shoulders and it was much too long. It dragged on the floor while he walked. Remus and Camellia looked at the last house elf. It was very pudgy, with a bored look on its face. It wore a brown sack much like Dobby's was.
"And what is your name?" Camellia asked it.
"Ooh, Dipsy doesn't talk, madam." Wexler shook his head. Camellia smiled.
"What can Nomi, Wexler, and Dipsy do for you?" Nomi asked. Camellia looked at Remus.
"I'll take whatever he's having." she said.
"Oh gee, thanks for putting me on the spot." he said playfully. Camellia grinned. "We'll have some cereal, toast, and coffee please."
"Coming right up!" Wexler said, as the three house elves left for the kitchen.
"Is that alright with you?" asked Remus.
"Perfect." Camellia smiled. "Those are the three sweetest house elves I've ever met." Camellia said with a baby voice. Remus laughed.
"Yes they are a strange bunch, aren't they? But I guess all house elves are strange."
"All house elves are not strange. They are just like you and me and they have rights!" Hermione entered the room, followed by a very annoyed looking Draco.
"Why don't you just sit down?" Remus said, not wanting to get into this argument with Hermione again.
"The species is called 'House Elves' because they like to do 'House' work." Draco sneered. (That boy is very unpleasant..).
"Well they could do 'House' work while getting paid at it." Hermione said.
"Oh sorry, I didn't realize this was a civil rights movement." Draco mocked her. (House elves like doing work for no pay, just leave them the fuck alone, god damn.) Draco reached into his pocket and pulled out a cigarette and a lighter. He lit the cigarette and inhaled it, exhaling rings of smoke.
"Oh! That's so gross!" Hermione said. (It's really sad when you see young people smoking...)
"Bite me." Draco said. Remus was about to speak but Camellia stopped him. He smiled and knew she was right. (I should just leave them alone.)
"Ugh, go ahead and eat that cancer stick for all I care." Hermione folded her arms. At that moment, Nomi, Wexler, and Dipsy came out with Camellia and Remus's food. Hermione opened her mouth to say something.
"Hermione.. Don't say anything. These are the coolest house elves I've ever met. And I respect them. So here." Remus pulled out three Knuts from his pocket and handed one to each house elf. "Good job guys, you deserve rewards." The house elves looked at the bronze coins in awe.
"For.. For Nomi?" she gasped, asking in surprise. Remus nodded. They squealed in glee and ran to the kitchens. Camellia smiled.
"Always the gentleman, Remus Lupin." she said. He laughed and sipped at his coffee. Camellia took a bite of her cereal.
"Mr. Lupin-" Hermione began.
"Remus." he said.
"Remus.." she said (She probably feels so awkward.. Hah.), "I never knew your middle name was John." (A/N: Neither did I until a few days ago.) He nodded.
"Yep, that's what the 'J' stands for. You finally figured out my secret, I just might have to kill you now." he played. Hermione grinned and went along.
"Oh dear, whatever will I do?" she said. They all laughed, except Draco who stayed silent, smoking his cigarette. When Camellia and Remus were done eating, they went back upstairs to their room. Camellia went into the bathroom and took up a brush, running it through her hair. Remus came up behind her and watched her. He had always wished he could spend more time with her, and he got his chance with this game. He took a lock of her hair and twisted it around his finger. She smiled at him through the mirror. He smiled back.
"Do you remember when we went a little too far that day after graduation?" he asked. She grinned.
"How could I?" she said.
"Of course, we have living proof, don't we?" he wrapped his arms around her waist and rested his head on her shoulder. She put the brush down on the counter.
"He misses you. Because you're busy all the time with Order work. But it doesn't change a thing. You visit him sometimes, and I've never seen him more happy. He gets picked on by this gang of kids in the neighborhood and it's so sad I just wish I could do something. I'm just always too late." she said. Remus nodded.
"I know. He tells me everything." he said.
"And he would." Camellia let out a small laugh, "He's ten years old and still wants to be just like his father. He loves you to death Remus." Remus thought about his son, Mark. He was a wonderful kid. One of the nicest you'd ever meet. Remus tilted Camellia's head to his and kissed her.
"I know."
Author: The guy you hate for ending 'The Time Turner'. But don't fuss, you know that was a good ending. .
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter and I don't own the Tele Tubbies. I just couldn't resist naming him Dipsy... I also don't own the right to remain silent for that matter.. I SHALL NOT BE SILENCED.
Draco: Shut up dude..
Me: Okay.. Sheesh..
Notes: Ah.. I have to make my story seem real and 'magically' tie in with the actual HP books, now don't I? And if you hadn't noticed, whatever is in parentheses is what people that are in the room at that time are thinking. It's up to you to decide which person is thinking it, because I'm not telling you. By the way, the next five chapters, including this one, will be happening all at the same time.
Chapter Three: The Secret that is Mark Evans
Remus Lupin sat down on the bed in his room and bounced. "Well, at least it's a soft bed." he said. Camellia nodded. She sat down beside him.
"Do you think it's wrong not to tell Harry about me?" she asked.
"Well.. I don't think even Dumbledore knows Lily has a step sister." Remus said.
"But, I'm related to Harry.. And no one knows except you and me." she said. Remus sighed, leaning back and rubbing his temples.
"We'll tell Harry in time. If Dumbledore knew, he still wouldn't have left Harry with you. It would have had to be a blood relative that Harry stayed with. And you, well, you were a step sister to Lily." he said.
"Yes, that's true. Dumbledore probably knows anyway." she smiled, "That man knows everything. I just wish Harry could stay with me. He'd have a wonderful time. I'd try to make it the best for him anyway. Ever since Sirius-" She stopped talking, looking at Remus. He sat up, a frown etched onto his usually smiling face. "I'm sorry." she said. He shook his head.
"What's done is done. There's nothing I can do." he said. She smiled and he gave her one of his genuine Lupin smiles back.
"So, what do you think of this place?" she asked.
"It's old, but very pretty. I wonder how all the rest are dealing out with their rooms? If they look anything like ours, I bet they're happy." he replied.
"Not that Draco kid. He seems like he's always got something stuck up his-"
"Be nice now." Remus chuckled. Camellia smiled.
"Shall we get something to eat then?" she asked. Remus nodded and they walked out of the room, and down the creaky stairs. They went into the dining room and sat down. Almost immediately, three house elves came to their sides.
"Hello masters!" one of them said. It was wearing a toga-like sheet. It was white, not dirty like Dobby's had been. "Nomi is pleased to serve you, madams and sirs."
"Yes! Wexler is too!" a small house elf said. It was incredibly short, and most likely very young. Its sheet was just like Nomi's except it was tied on both shoulders and it was much too long. It dragged on the floor while he walked. Remus and Camellia looked at the last house elf. It was very pudgy, with a bored look on its face. It wore a brown sack much like Dobby's was.
"And what is your name?" Camellia asked it.
"Ooh, Dipsy doesn't talk, madam." Wexler shook his head. Camellia smiled.
"What can Nomi, Wexler, and Dipsy do for you?" Nomi asked. Camellia looked at Remus.
"I'll take whatever he's having." she said.
"Oh gee, thanks for putting me on the spot." he said playfully. Camellia grinned. "We'll have some cereal, toast, and coffee please."
"Coming right up!" Wexler said, as the three house elves left for the kitchen.
"Is that alright with you?" asked Remus.
"Perfect." Camellia smiled. "Those are the three sweetest house elves I've ever met." Camellia said with a baby voice. Remus laughed.
"Yes they are a strange bunch, aren't they? But I guess all house elves are strange."
"All house elves are not strange. They are just like you and me and they have rights!" Hermione entered the room, followed by a very annoyed looking Draco.
"Why don't you just sit down?" Remus said, not wanting to get into this argument with Hermione again.
"The species is called 'House Elves' because they like to do 'House' work." Draco sneered. (That boy is very unpleasant..).
"Well they could do 'House' work while getting paid at it." Hermione said.
"Oh sorry, I didn't realize this was a civil rights movement." Draco mocked her. (House elves like doing work for no pay, just leave them the fuck alone, god damn.) Draco reached into his pocket and pulled out a cigarette and a lighter. He lit the cigarette and inhaled it, exhaling rings of smoke.
"Oh! That's so gross!" Hermione said. (It's really sad when you see young people smoking...)
"Bite me." Draco said. Remus was about to speak but Camellia stopped him. He smiled and knew she was right. (I should just leave them alone.)
"Ugh, go ahead and eat that cancer stick for all I care." Hermione folded her arms. At that moment, Nomi, Wexler, and Dipsy came out with Camellia and Remus's food. Hermione opened her mouth to say something.
"Hermione.. Don't say anything. These are the coolest house elves I've ever met. And I respect them. So here." Remus pulled out three Knuts from his pocket and handed one to each house elf. "Good job guys, you deserve rewards." The house elves looked at the bronze coins in awe.
"For.. For Nomi?" she gasped, asking in surprise. Remus nodded. They squealed in glee and ran to the kitchens. Camellia smiled.
"Always the gentleman, Remus Lupin." she said. He laughed and sipped at his coffee. Camellia took a bite of her cereal.
"Mr. Lupin-" Hermione began.
"Remus." he said.
"Remus.." she said (She probably feels so awkward.. Hah.), "I never knew your middle name was John." (A/N: Neither did I until a few days ago.) He nodded.
"Yep, that's what the 'J' stands for. You finally figured out my secret, I just might have to kill you now." he played. Hermione grinned and went along.
"Oh dear, whatever will I do?" she said. They all laughed, except Draco who stayed silent, smoking his cigarette. When Camellia and Remus were done eating, they went back upstairs to their room. Camellia went into the bathroom and took up a brush, running it through her hair. Remus came up behind her and watched her. He had always wished he could spend more time with her, and he got his chance with this game. He took a lock of her hair and twisted it around his finger. She smiled at him through the mirror. He smiled back.
"Do you remember when we went a little too far that day after graduation?" he asked. She grinned.
"How could I?" she said.
"Of course, we have living proof, don't we?" he wrapped his arms around her waist and rested his head on her shoulder. She put the brush down on the counter.
"He misses you. Because you're busy all the time with Order work. But it doesn't change a thing. You visit him sometimes, and I've never seen him more happy. He gets picked on by this gang of kids in the neighborhood and it's so sad I just wish I could do something. I'm just always too late." she said. Remus nodded.
"I know. He tells me everything." he said.
"And he would." Camellia let out a small laugh, "He's ten years old and still wants to be just like his father. He loves you to death Remus." Remus thought about his son, Mark. He was a wonderful kid. One of the nicest you'd ever meet. Remus tilted Camellia's head to his and kissed her.
"I know."