Demorior Mori Mortuus Amaris
To die for love
By Silver Sparklze
CHAPTER 13
See chapter 1 for disclaimer
Remus looked up, astonished to see he had a companion. He gulped when he saw it was Ada. She looks different, he realised. And she did. Her mouth was set in a small grimace, like she was in some pain that she didn't want to admit, and she was all huddled up, chin resting on her knees, red hair falling out of its plait and touching the dusty floor.
"Ada?" He asked, "Are you ok?"
She looked up at him with strange eyes, grey, but bottomless and devoid of all expression. Slowly, she nodded.
"Why aren't you talking?" He reached out to touch her arm, and she flinched away. Remus' hand fell to the ground, and he looked at her, confused and hurt.
Her face softened, and she unfolded herself, walking over to him and sitting down next to him, leaning her head against his shoulder and sighing.
Remus was astonished to find bruises all over her body, especially on her face, as though she'd had convulsions. A sudden thought occurred to him. "They used the Cruciuatus Curse on you, didn't they?"
Ada nodded slowly.
"Oh, Merlin." He hugged her gently, all inhibitions forgotten. "Are you alright?"
She nodded again, leaning into his embrace.
Something had changed; Remus knew it. There was a strange look in her eyes, of one who had travelled too far, and seen too much. "No you're not." He contradicted her, "You probably never will be."
Ada looked at him in surprise.
"Ada," Remus began, biting his lip.
He had to tell her, had to reveal to her his curse. The one that would definitely kill her. "I am a werewolf." The look she gave him told him she knew, and she didn't care. "I don't think you understand, Ada, werewolves hate humans. They kill any human around them. Only animals are safe. And tonight's the full moon."
Still, Ada didn't look scared. "I know," She said softly, and even her voice was different, less cheerful. "But don't worry. It's not my destiny to die tonight."
Remus looked at her in astonishment. "How can you know that?" He asked. "You aren't a Seer...are you?"
"No. Lily told me." Ada had a strange, peaceful smile on her face.
"Lily who?"
"Evans-Potter."
"Ada...Lily's...well...dead."
"I know. I saw her when I was under the Cruciatus Curse. You see, I astral projected – of sorts – actually; it was more like my soul just escaped my body. Anyway, I was going to sever the line keeping my soul attached to my body, but Lily and James told me not to.
"Lily said I couldn't die yet; it wasn't my time. Then she said to tell Harry that she and James loved him."
"That sounds like Lily," Remus admitted, "Even while telling you that you couldn't die yet, she remembers her son. It was always like that. Although not when we were at school. Then it was 'what would the younger students think?' She was an amusing girl, and so sweet...most of the time."
Ada smiled, but it was only a ghost of her usual grin. "It's almost time." She said simply.
Remus looked at the small window, and felt the change come over him.
He howled, half himself, and half the Wolf, pain filling his entire body. There was the terrible sound of his bones twisting and rearranging, his spine arching and bending into a different shape, his fingers growing stubby, and the nails turning black and pointed. His face bulged out, becoming a more triangular shape, and his eyes slanted back, ears sliding to the top of his head.
Finally, the transformation was complete. His clothing was on the ground in
shreds, but it wasn't his clothing anymore
.
He raised his head, and howled. Then he growled, scenting human. Let me
eat/rip/tear. Wolf mind begged. Only a small amount of humanity remained.
He hadn't taken the wolfsbane potion today, so he wasn't tame.
The girl walked over, and stroked him gently, murmuring comforting words in a strange language. "Tiænka mĭt scaĺin aŕsŧ. Mĭt ʼnatī heřyŁ ŋai." You need not be afraid of me. I mean no harm.
For some inexplicable reason, the words calmed him, and he sighed gently, submitting to the girl's gentle caresses...
Adeline stared at the slumbering wolf in shock. Remus was practically purring! If he'd been a werecat, she was sure he'd have been. For some strange reason, her fear of wolves had completely vanished when she'd seen the pain that Remus was going through.
She wondered where that strange language had come from. It had burst from her mouth before she realised, and, although it had calmed the wolf, it was spoken in some voice unlike, yet like her own.
Adeline shrugged, and simply went back to petting the wolf, still murmuring the comforting words under her breath.
She'd seen the scars all over his chest, and his back, and her heart ached for him. Worst was the large one on his shoulder. She gently ran her hand over his shoulder, and he growled once, in his sleep, then not at all.
In fact, he rolled over onto his belly, and she scratched it gently. Then, she lay down, her head on Remus' shoulder, and went to sleep.
The next morning Remus awoke slowly, not knowing what he was going to find. He certainly didn't expect to find himself naked, with Ada lying pretty much full length over him. Her head rested on his chest and her hands were twined in his shoulder length hair. She muttered softly in her sleep, in a strange language he had heard before, but he couldn't remember where or when. All he knew was that the words she said comforted the Wolf, and that the pain he usually felt after a transformation was strangely absent.
She stirred, and Remus became more aware of his body's reaction to her, even if it was cold. He got up and laid her on the floor as gently as possible, going over to one corner where his cloak lay in a crumpled heap, and pulling it on. Ada woke up, and looked around her, obviously disorientated.
"WЋan mĭt tέyi?" She asked.
"What?" Remus said.
"Sorry...where am I?"
"You know where you are." Remus replied gently.
Ada sighed, and sat up, taking off her robe to reveal the short skirt and pristine white blouse. "Yes, I do. But I'd hoped I was wrong."
"Well, I hate to tell you, but you weren't."
Suddenly, Ada squeaked, and hid her face in her hands, ears going bright red.
"What? What's wrong?" Remus asked in concern.
"You don't have any clothes on." Ada said; her voice muffled by her hands.
"I know. That's because they shredded when I transformed." Remus told her.
"Well, I'll get some for you." And with that, Ada closed her eyes, swayed on her feet, and fell to the ground.
Only Remus' fast reflexes stopped her form hitting her head on the stone floor.
Adeline walked through the strange hall outside the dungeon her body was locked in. This was true astral projection, no floating and no soulstring. She should have felt proud that she'd finally managed it, but the whole stuck-in-a-dungeon-with-this-really-hot-guy-who's-butt-naked thing sorta made it pale in comparison. Especially when she couldn't do anything to the hot guy.
Because she wasn't looking where she was going, she couldn't help but walk straight into a door. Two minutes later she realised she was on the floor with a huge headache.
"Damn," She muttered, "I thought this sort of thing was going to stop when I got my eyes fixed." She got up, and headed into the room. A large grinn spread over her face. "Someone up there likes me." She told the ceiling, before going over to the cupboard and grabbing some trousers, boxers, and a shirt. Just in time, too.
She felt a strange jerk behind her eyes, and was back in her body.
Remus watched anxiously as Ada opened her eyes and gazed up at him.
"Hey," She said softly.
"Hey," Remus replied.
Ada held up the bundle that had appeared in her arms, "I got you clothes."
"Thanks."
Ada got up, and walked over to one corner, facing the wall. "Hurry up." She commanded.
Remus obligingly slipped into the clothes, and was amused to see that the t-shirt read Death Eater's Camp 1987.
Ada turned around after a few moments and grinned. "Love the shirt."
"Really? Me too. But what about the trousers. I think they make my butt look big."
"No, darling, they look fabulous." Ada giggled, getting an attack of the sillies.
"Oh thank you, Ada!" Remus air-kissed her cheeks, and Ada giggled again.
Just then they heard humming, and a ratty little man walked in. "Hello, Remus," He began, "I'm here to clean up the bloody remains..." He trailed off when he saw Ada. "B-but you're s-supposed t-to b-be d-dead." He stammered.
"S-s-sorry." Ada said mockingly.
Remus reached for her hand and squeezed it.
Suddenly, Ada seemed to have a change of heart. She smiled rather seductively, the kind of smile that made any guy want a woman, and walked over to Pettigrew – for it was Pettigrew – with all the grace of a cat. "But enough about that." She said in a voice as smooth as honey. "What's your name?"
"P-Peter." Pettigrew stuttered.
"Peter." It sounded very good coming out of her mouth. "Are you like Peter Pan? Because flying is very...sensual."
Pettigrew went red, and bam! He was unconscious on the floor. Remus had no idea how she'd done it. All he'd seen her do was slide her arms around his neck.
"Wow," Remus said, walking over to peer at Pettigrew, who was definitely out cold, "What did you do?"
Ada shrugged. "Nothing much. Just applied pressure to a certain place on his neck. He'll be out until the blood starts circulating properly again."
"Wow. That's wicked." Remus followed Ada out the open door, which Pettigrew, in his arrogancy, hadn't shut.
"Now, if I remember correctly..." Ada frowned slightly, and Remus had the almost uncontrollable urge to kiss it away. "Yes!" She grabbed Remus' hand, dragged him down a hallway, behind a tapestry, and out into the sunshine. "Can you get us home from here?"
"I can try." Remus felt around his neck for his portkey, and grabbed it, squeezing it tight and whispering "TomMarvoloRiddleisagit."
There was a strange flash, and both he and Ada vanished.
AN: I'm posting the final two chapters today as a Christmas present. Merry Christmas!
andy: As you can see, they sorted things out nicely. Go read the Epilogue!
Evil Penguin Slayer: You're welcome! Merry Christmas to you, too!