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Silent Moon - Chapter Six: Albus Dumbledore
"Listen Remus," said Sirius Black as Prefect Meda led them to their first Charms class. "You can probably get away with it in a lot of classes, but not Charms. If you can't say the charm, you can't cast the charm, you know?"
Remus was staring at Prefect Meda's heels. He didn't respond, but when Sirius Black repeated "You know?", he shrugged.
"Well," said Sirius Black. "It's a start, at least."
Professor Flitwick, according to Prefect Meda, 'loved anyone and anything.' The Slytherins found that this was true with there first class. They were used to the cold treatment they had received during their morning classes, and were shocked when Professor Flitwick treated them as kindly as he would treat his own Ravenclaws.
Part of Remus expected to be treated coldly by all his teachers, even his own Head of House, Professor Buckles (who taught Defense Against the Darks Arts) (A/N: Mr. Buckles was my Spanish teacher, but I thought I'd honor him by making him head of Slytherin. I think he would do very well.) That part of Remus was therefore shocked to meet Professor Flitwick.
He was a tiny and very excitable wizard with a high squeaky voice, which seemed to amuse the Slytherins. He seemed overjoyed at the familiar names he came across when taking roll, and fell off his pile of books when he called Sirius Black.
Professor Flitwick had everyone split into partners. Sirius Black joined Remus out of a feeling of responsibility, though he knew it wouldn't help him at all.
"Wingardium Leviosa!" shouted nine voices at once. Nothing happened, but Professor Flitwick continued to encourage them.
"Good, good! Remember now, LeviOsa, not LeviosA!"
He wandered around to each pair, correcting them where they were wrong, and giving praise to each, though none of the feathers were moving, except in the light breeze created by the constant wand waving.
When he reached Sirius Black and Remus, his happy demeanor faltered for a moment. Sirius Black was waving his wand, with a flick of his wrist, and shouting "wingardium leviosa!" over and over again. Remus was mimicking Sirius Black's wand movements, but was not saying the charm.
"Now, Mr. Lupin, you need to say the charm too! You and Mr. Black will surely be able to get this feather flying!"
Sirius Black stopped trying to enchant the feather. Remus stopped waving his wand as well.
"Oh, is there a problem?" asked Professor Flitwick, looking concerned.
"Well..." said Sirius Black, looking uncertain. He glanced at Remus, who was still staring at the feather.
Professor Flitwick attempted to coax Remus into saying the Charm for almost half the class. The other Slytherins snickered as they watched Remus wave his wand whenever Sirius Black did, but never saying a word. "Snape, Severus" and "Avery, Richard" seemed particularly amused.
At the end of class, Professor Flitwick was forced to assign extra homework to Remus. (I'm sorry, it's just not homework at a boarding school! They don't go home!)
After dinner, Professor Buckles approached Remus, and informed him that, due to complaints from his teachers, Remus was to be taken to the Headmaster's office. Sirius Black waved good-bye to Remus, though he new Remus would make no sign of recognition. He was, of course, correct.
Remus had been in Albus Dumbledore's office before, when he had been arranging for Remus to attend the school. Remus remembered being told that there was no problem with him attending school, so long as there were extra precautions. Remus also knew that he was testing the Ministry of Magic - to see how far Hogwarts could go before it was too far.
The great circular office was still quite the same as it had been during his last visit. The intricate portraits of old Headmasters and Headmistresses were still feigning sleep as they hung on the walls. The many tables holding what Remus assumed to be silver somethings were covered with the same bright purple cloths for Remus's protection. Remus's mother and his father were sitting in comfortable chintz chairs on either side of the chair Remus now took. His mother and father had been avoiding each other's eyes as they always did when they were forced into the same room. they both hid it by now smiling at Remus.
Remus stared at a quill on Albus Dumbledore's desk. Remus's mother put a hand on his shoulder.
"It's all right, honey." she said. "You don't have to stay here if you don't want - "
"Oh yes he does!" his father said, staring at Remus to avoid her eyes.
"Why?" his mother pouted. "He's clearly unhappy here!"
Remus's father sighed.
"How can you tell? He acts the same no matter where he is! You say he's unhappy at my house too!"
"He is!" protested Remus's mother. "He is unhappy in that horrible...house, did you call it?"
Remus's father bristled and glared at the same quill Remus had been staring at. Remus shifted his gaze to the tips of Albus Dumbledore's steepled fingers.
Remus's mother continued. "If you would just let him stay with me for a while, I could -"
"You could not!" said his father. "You wouldn't be able to control him! I barely can, and I've got a wand!"
At this, Remus's mother jumped to her feet, glaring at Remus's father. "Wizards are not any better than muggles and squibs and anyone else! You all think you're so-"
"Wizards are better than muggles and squibs for this!" said Remus's father, jumping to his feet as well, and glaring at her instead of the poor quill, which was slightly singed. Remus picked it up.
"How would you know? No one ever lets a squib try anything."
Albus Dumbledore unsteepled his fingers and held out a hand. Remus gave him the burnt quill.
"Let you try? That's absurd! If he got loose, he could kill off the whole neighborhood!"
Albus Dumbledore examined the quill. He took out his wand, tapped it, and restored it to new.
"My baby would never do anything like that!"
Albus Dumbledore handed the quill back to Remus, who set it on the desk were it had been. Remus took out his wand.
"You see how you are! You're so blind! 'My baby wouldn't...!' Maybe not, but, I assure you, the wolfling would!"
Albus Dumbledore gave a nod of encouragement. Remus bent down, pointed his wand at the quill, and concentrated...
"How could you say such a thing about a child!"
Albus Dumbledore let out a grand cheer and began to clap. Remus had transfigured his feather quill into a fountain pen.
Remus's mother and his father both started. Neither seemed aware that the other two had been in the same room.
"Well, then" said Albus Dumbledore. "I think I've an idea for how to solve this little problem. You may both go now."
"What...?"
"No need to worry Ms. Lupin, Argus will guide you home safely."
"What do you mean, sol-?"
"I've already summoned the Knight Bus for you, Mr. Lupin. It's waiting outside."
Remus's mother and his father stood staring at Albus Dumbledore in shock.
"You may go back to your common room, Remus."
His mother's and his father's gazes watched Remus as he left the office. He stood outside the Slytherin Common Room until the blonde girl came and said the password to open the door.
A/N: If you all have the time, would you mind reading and reviewing my other story, called Lost and Found? I'd really appreciate it. I just want to see if I should continue it after I've finished Silent Moon. Thanks a lot. Cookies to anyone who reviews it!
Padfoot4ever: Thanks a lot! I appreciate it!
Uozumi: I feel much better now! Thanks for reviewing!
Lauro.Weird: Different is better, right? Thanks for reviewing!
Kitsune Rose: Wow! *pats you on the head* you're a bit hyper today, aren't you? Well, I'm glad you enjoyed it! Thanks!
Jekyll: I make you curious? Well that's good! Hopefully everything will be rectified by the end of the story. Thanks for reviewing!
Lynx: Don't worry, you're sane! At least as much as I am. Thanks for reviewing!
Rena Lupin: Aww, she's not that bad, really. Don't be too mad at her.
Rheims: Is this soon enough? Thank you for your review!
Disclaimer: *checks* nope, still poor. Guess I don't own Harry Potter. *checks again* Nope, no money from this story either...dang...
Silent Moon - Chapter Six: Albus Dumbledore
"Listen Remus," said Sirius Black as Prefect Meda led them to their first Charms class. "You can probably get away with it in a lot of classes, but not Charms. If you can't say the charm, you can't cast the charm, you know?"
Remus was staring at Prefect Meda's heels. He didn't respond, but when Sirius Black repeated "You know?", he shrugged.
"Well," said Sirius Black. "It's a start, at least."
Professor Flitwick, according to Prefect Meda, 'loved anyone and anything.' The Slytherins found that this was true with there first class. They were used to the cold treatment they had received during their morning classes, and were shocked when Professor Flitwick treated them as kindly as he would treat his own Ravenclaws.
Part of Remus expected to be treated coldly by all his teachers, even his own Head of House, Professor Buckles (who taught Defense Against the Darks Arts) (A/N: Mr. Buckles was my Spanish teacher, but I thought I'd honor him by making him head of Slytherin. I think he would do very well.) That part of Remus was therefore shocked to meet Professor Flitwick.
He was a tiny and very excitable wizard with a high squeaky voice, which seemed to amuse the Slytherins. He seemed overjoyed at the familiar names he came across when taking roll, and fell off his pile of books when he called Sirius Black.
Professor Flitwick had everyone split into partners. Sirius Black joined Remus out of a feeling of responsibility, though he knew it wouldn't help him at all.
"Wingardium Leviosa!" shouted nine voices at once. Nothing happened, but Professor Flitwick continued to encourage them.
"Good, good! Remember now, LeviOsa, not LeviosA!"
He wandered around to each pair, correcting them where they were wrong, and giving praise to each, though none of the feathers were moving, except in the light breeze created by the constant wand waving.
When he reached Sirius Black and Remus, his happy demeanor faltered for a moment. Sirius Black was waving his wand, with a flick of his wrist, and shouting "wingardium leviosa!" over and over again. Remus was mimicking Sirius Black's wand movements, but was not saying the charm.
"Now, Mr. Lupin, you need to say the charm too! You and Mr. Black will surely be able to get this feather flying!"
Sirius Black stopped trying to enchant the feather. Remus stopped waving his wand as well.
"Oh, is there a problem?" asked Professor Flitwick, looking concerned.
"Well..." said Sirius Black, looking uncertain. He glanced at Remus, who was still staring at the feather.
Professor Flitwick attempted to coax Remus into saying the Charm for almost half the class. The other Slytherins snickered as they watched Remus wave his wand whenever Sirius Black did, but never saying a word. "Snape, Severus" and "Avery, Richard" seemed particularly amused.
At the end of class, Professor Flitwick was forced to assign extra homework to Remus. (I'm sorry, it's just not homework at a boarding school! They don't go home!)
After dinner, Professor Buckles approached Remus, and informed him that, due to complaints from his teachers, Remus was to be taken to the Headmaster's office. Sirius Black waved good-bye to Remus, though he new Remus would make no sign of recognition. He was, of course, correct.
Remus had been in Albus Dumbledore's office before, when he had been arranging for Remus to attend the school. Remus remembered being told that there was no problem with him attending school, so long as there were extra precautions. Remus also knew that he was testing the Ministry of Magic - to see how far Hogwarts could go before it was too far.
The great circular office was still quite the same as it had been during his last visit. The intricate portraits of old Headmasters and Headmistresses were still feigning sleep as they hung on the walls. The many tables holding what Remus assumed to be silver somethings were covered with the same bright purple cloths for Remus's protection. Remus's mother and his father were sitting in comfortable chintz chairs on either side of the chair Remus now took. His mother and father had been avoiding each other's eyes as they always did when they were forced into the same room. they both hid it by now smiling at Remus.
Remus stared at a quill on Albus Dumbledore's desk. Remus's mother put a hand on his shoulder.
"It's all right, honey." she said. "You don't have to stay here if you don't want - "
"Oh yes he does!" his father said, staring at Remus to avoid her eyes.
"Why?" his mother pouted. "He's clearly unhappy here!"
Remus's father sighed.
"How can you tell? He acts the same no matter where he is! You say he's unhappy at my house too!"
"He is!" protested Remus's mother. "He is unhappy in that horrible...house, did you call it?"
Remus's father bristled and glared at the same quill Remus had been staring at. Remus shifted his gaze to the tips of Albus Dumbledore's steepled fingers.
Remus's mother continued. "If you would just let him stay with me for a while, I could -"
"You could not!" said his father. "You wouldn't be able to control him! I barely can, and I've got a wand!"
At this, Remus's mother jumped to her feet, glaring at Remus's father. "Wizards are not any better than muggles and squibs and anyone else! You all think you're so-"
"Wizards are better than muggles and squibs for this!" said Remus's father, jumping to his feet as well, and glaring at her instead of the poor quill, which was slightly singed. Remus picked it up.
"How would you know? No one ever lets a squib try anything."
Albus Dumbledore unsteepled his fingers and held out a hand. Remus gave him the burnt quill.
"Let you try? That's absurd! If he got loose, he could kill off the whole neighborhood!"
Albus Dumbledore examined the quill. He took out his wand, tapped it, and restored it to new.
"My baby would never do anything like that!"
Albus Dumbledore handed the quill back to Remus, who set it on the desk were it had been. Remus took out his wand.
"You see how you are! You're so blind! 'My baby wouldn't...!' Maybe not, but, I assure you, the wolfling would!"
Albus Dumbledore gave a nod of encouragement. Remus bent down, pointed his wand at the quill, and concentrated...
"How could you say such a thing about a child!"
Albus Dumbledore let out a grand cheer and began to clap. Remus had transfigured his feather quill into a fountain pen.
Remus's mother and his father both started. Neither seemed aware that the other two had been in the same room.
"Well, then" said Albus Dumbledore. "I think I've an idea for how to solve this little problem. You may both go now."
"What...?"
"No need to worry Ms. Lupin, Argus will guide you home safely."
"What do you mean, sol-?"
"I've already summoned the Knight Bus for you, Mr. Lupin. It's waiting outside."
Remus's mother and his father stood staring at Albus Dumbledore in shock.
"You may go back to your common room, Remus."
His mother's and his father's gazes watched Remus as he left the office. He stood outside the Slytherin Common Room until the blonde girl came and said the password to open the door.
A/N: If you all have the time, would you mind reading and reviewing my other story, called Lost and Found? I'd really appreciate it. I just want to see if I should continue it after I've finished Silent Moon. Thanks a lot. Cookies to anyone who reviews it!