Gold Silk: Oh thank u! I wanted it to be humorous because I think people take life wayyyy to seriously.
Hannio: Thanks a grape! You know how people say thanks a lot? Well I say thanks a grape.
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Apus-Equuleus: YAY FAVORITES LIST! worships thank u for reminding me about anonymous reviews.
Elves of the Moon: For your information….I rule hell! MUAHAHHA, no not really….No worries, siri will get much cuter ad fluffier, like a stuffed wabbit! Lol. By the way, where exactly are these elves of the moon? I should like to meet their leader sits in corner muttering about elves and the precious….didn't just say that, lol.
megaotaku: Perhaps I shall e-mail u, or perhaps I already have!
KCEstel: Sorry 'bout swearing…I don't curse that much…Right now at this juncture, no they are not magical, only in the fantasies of their minds are they magical wizards.
Remus Lupin slipped back into his small apartment at 9 p.m. that night. It hadn't stopped raining and Remus was freezing. He kicked off his shoes and dropped his rain coat on the ground.
First he sat down at his lap top and checked his e-mail, nothing new, just James' forwarding him crappy chain letters. Remus trudged into the kitchen and turned the stove's front burner up to nine before he went to find a pot.
He sifted through his soup collection, and selected chicken noodle. He fought with the can opener for a few minutes before grabbing a knife and cutting the can open. With his soup boiling and his mind wondering. He walked out of the kitchen with a sigh, tossing off his shirt. The room in between the kitchen and his bed room was where he had a nice tv set, with cable and a DVD player.
Remus stretched out on the couch and flicked on the box. He flipped to the news and went to get his soup. Five minutes later he was back on the couch with a bowl of soup.
"Well breaking news today is the discovery of the body of a fourteen year old boy in a forest of Northern Ireland. He was found nude without a heart or lungs, both were surgically removed by what police suspect to be a doctor of some sort. The boy also was completely drained of blood. The boy's own blood was used…" The woman gulped and squirmed in the chair, "As paint to illustrate a pentagon around his body. The boy's body was position in the shape of a cross inside the pentagon. At the scene where the body was found there was also a white tarp strung up in the trees with the words painted on, also in blood, Isn't life wonderful? The word wonderful was spelled with two Ls.
"The boy is identified to be Regalus Black, an inhabitant of local Orphanage, St. Barthelew's Center for Children. The owner of the orphanage Cornelius Fudge had this to say,"
A plump man with a bright red face and curly brown hair flashed on screen. Running along the bottom of the screen was Cornelius Fudge, owner of St. Bartholomew's Center for Children. "It's a terrible tragedy about Regalus, he was one of our brightest boys….It'd be a pity if it happened to more children." Fudge looked at the camera with a dangerous glint in his eyes, one that rattled Remus enough that he glanced up over the top of the couch to make sure no one was there. No one was there of course, but this Fudge was creepy.
"Now we go to the supervisor of the children Mr. Albus Dumbledore." The lady said with a solemn look.
"Regalus was a great boy, very smart, outstanding piano player. It's awful that such a maniac exists out there who would hurt little kids like him." Dumbledore said sadly. "I just wish he hadn't been so adventurous…" He gave a weary smile. "One of the other boys dared him to go into the forest, and Regalus was so proud…"
The screen switched back to the woman. "According to the orphanage Regalus was a mastermind with the piano, St. Bartholomew's has kindly lent us a tape of Regalus playing."
An image of a young boy waving at the camera flashed on screen. Remus leapt up into a sitting position and spilled the soup all over himself. "Ah screw!" Remus yelped, "hot!" But he looked back at the image that had startled him into spilling hot soup all over himself. Regalus Black, looked exactly like Sirius. Save for his eyes which were green. They were almost like twins.
"Sirius, move the camera to the left!" Regalus commanded jokingly.
"Pompus jerk." The camera boy, Sirius, grumbled, but he did move the camrea.
"Sirius Black? Regalus Black…Are they brothers or something?" Remus murmured, he moved closer to the screen and was shocked again as Regalus began to play the piano, he was wonderful. Remus sat there, entranced by this wonderful music until the tape was cut short by a loud yell.
"Sirius turn the camera off, F-" Regalus cried.
"That's all the tape that St. Bartholomew's was willing to lend us, but all our hearts go out to The orphanage and poor Regalus. We can only pray such a horrible fate doesn't befall any other children there.
Remus sat back and sighed. "That's odd…Coincidence?" thoughts of Regalus and Sirius shot through his mind as he went to take a hot shower.
He emerged from the shower, dressed only in a towel around his hips. Suddenly his phone started to ring. Remus darted over and lifted the receiver. "Hello, this is Remus Lupin speaking how may I help you?"
"Lupin?" A familiar, smooth charismatic voice asked tenitavely.
"Siri-Mr. Black, how may I help you?" Remuse attempted to keep himself from growling, but his to was pleasant and his was biting his tongue so hard he thought it might bleed.
"Are you busy tomorrow?" The voice was now the same cocky bastard as in his office and Remus' eyes narrowed.
Yes! I have six appointments, and one of them is with a thirty year old woman whose never had sex! Remus snarled mentally. "No of course not, do you need me for something?"
"No, I don't. My parents think it would be good for me to see you again." Sirius snickered. "Personally I can't wait to see you again."
Remus seethed. "Mr. Black can we please maintain a professional relationship." Remus' voice came out sarcastically and rudely.
"Relationship? Sorry I only do one nighters." Sirius sniggered.
"Mr. Black…." Remus growled. "Do you want my help or not!"
"Yeah sure, I'll be in tomorrow at one."
The other line went dead, and Remus slammed the phone down on the cradle and stormed out of the room back to the TV to watch CSI. The amber eyed man fell asleep on that couch, three hours later at one a.m.
Remus was again rudely woken by the ringing of his phone. Again it was James, requesting he take Peter's eight thirty appointment because Peter had 'other obligations'. Remus again stormed out of the house, today it was bright and sunny. So the walk to Hell was slightly less upsetting.
He stormed again into the elevator and slammed his hand into the star button, he brushed past Lily with a growl. The peppy red head laugh and promised she'd bring him in a coffee. Remus stepped into his office and slammed the door shut only to find there was someone lying on his therapy lounge.
The person shot up, and Remus saw it was a young man, with long black curls and bright emerald green eyes. "Are you Mr. Lupin?"
"Yes….Oh are you my appointment at nine thirty?" Remus asked.
"Yeah, um…Pleased to meet you," The boy held out a hand awkwardly. "Harry Evans."
"Evans?" Remus asked. "Are by any chance related to Lily?"
"She's my mum." Harry said with a smile. "She and er….James…..Me…..Yeah."
"So your James' son!" Remus laughed. "He's shown me picture of you as a baby, but wow! You look exactly like him!"
"Oh thank you, a lot of people tell me so." Harry sat back down on the lounge. "So….Promise you won't tell my dad?"
"Of course Harry, so what do you want to talk about." Remus asked gently.
"I…Well….Are you familiar with the Malfoy family?" Harry asked tenitavely.
"Those smug bastards." Remus growled. The Malfoy family was almost as well known as the Blacks, only far more controversial and cruel. They killed people they didn't like and constantly got away with it. It would be easier to capture an oil slicked snake then a Malfoy in a crime.
"Well, uh…I think I like one of them."
Remus' eyes grew three times their normal size. "You….like…a...Malfoy?"
Harry nodded. "Stop making me feel bad!"
"Sorry, so….uh…which is the lucky gal?" Remus asked shakily.
Harry winced. "I don't think it's a girl. I think I like Draco."
Remus sat back in his couch and crossed his legs. "Look, Harry I sense you are uncomfortable about he fact that you might be homosexual."
"Yeah, but…Won't god smite me?"
"No!" Remus objected. "Think of it this way, god created homosexuality why would he make it a sin?"
"Yeah I guess..." Harry sighed. "No one will mind?"
"Harry girls love gay guys! Besides, I know how sappy it sounds, but do whatever as long as it makes you happy. If you enjoy liking Draco, then by all means continue liking him, but just as a warning. Generally they don't like Potters."
Harry glanced to the left blushing. "Uh….Can I talk about something else?"
"Whatever you want." Remus said smoothly.
"All the kids at my schools parents are forty or forty five…But mine….I mean mom was only fourteen when she had me….Now she's only twenty seven."
"Wait! You're only thirteen!" Remus gasped.
"Like mother like son…" Harry shrugged with a sheepish grin. "Evan's always start young."
"God I thought you were at least fifteen!" Remus sighed. "Wow, Harry how old is Draco?"
"Fifteen."
Remus sighed. "Harry your very, very young to be questioning your sexuality and I think it might be best for you to put this whole Draco thing behind you."
Harry sighed, "But I think I'm in love with him."
Remus heaved a sigh, but continued through the long conversation with the boy, conastantly glancing at the clock, waiting for it to be one. Wait! Sirius comes at one! Damn it!
Remus canceled his other appointments so he could spend more time with the very insecure Harry. Harry left at 12:45, leaving Remus with fifteen precious minutes of solitude. Just as he shut the door behind Harry and fell onto the patient lounge himself someone knocked loudly on the door. "Come in!"
Remus glanced toward the door to see Sirius black come walking in, on this cold crisp fall day dressed in a warm looked cable knit sweater and dark jeans. "Mr. Black….Oh joy."
"Remus, pleasure to see you again." Sirius snickered. He sat down on the couch and smirked. "Will I be the psychologist today?"
"Black please." Remus sighed. "Alright you're taking the couch, I'm exhausted no arguing!" Black smirked and sat back in the couch, swinging his legs up onto it and smileing at Remus' shudder. "I take it yuo watch the news?"
"Your asking if I heard about that kid, Regalus." Sirius said swiftly. Remus nodded. "Yeah, it's a pity I guess."
"You guess?"
"Well yeah, it's sad that it happened to a kid. But it's one kid what difference could he possibly have made in the world." Sirius's eyes drifted to the window. "But he did play beautifully."
Remus was actually becoming fascinated with this creature. On day he was rude and depressed, and now he completely charismatic and radiated charm. "Still, one child can make all the difference."
"I don't believe in that shit."
Nope, he's still the same rude depressed bastard. Remus thought. "But still, a child?"
"Fourteen is hardly a child…" Sirius sighed, he looked back at the window. "When did you first fall in love?"
"Wha-What!"
"I asked you when was the first time you fell in love." Sirius said calmly.
Remus stammered and blushed. "I guess I was…thirteen, it was with this beautiful high school girl."
"And how'd she dismiss you?" Sirius snickered.
"We went out on one date, and then she said I wasn't a good enough kisser." Remus murmured. "What does this have to do with anything Black!"
"Well, the first time you fall in love marks the point in time when you stop being a child." Sirius shrugged, and then quietly he added, "Regalus was deeply in love years before he turned fourteen."
Remus decided not to persue the second comment. "Sirius why do you think like this? You are constantly belittling the importance of the human race and our accomplishments. Do you have any ideas why?"
Sirius glared at him. "Probably because I don't like myself very much and someone's belittled my importance in the world so I'm taking out my frustration on other innocent people."
Remus actually sat up and assumed his favorite position by sitting pretzel style. "Will you talk to me about it?"
"Screw off." Sirius growled. "Stop treating me like glass!"
"Well if I don't you might explode in my face!" Remus accuse loudly. "I don't want some moody guy who never grew out of teenage angst!"
"You don't get it you idiot!" Sirius retorted. "Don't make fucking assumption just from an hour with me." Sirius looked away from Remus. "I just want someone to love me!"
Remus' head shot back to the now shaking Sirius. "Now, now, Sirius I'm sure lots and of people love you, your parents, your brothers and sisters…."
"No! They don't really love me!" Sirius sobbed. "I-I'm so misunderstood!"
Remus studied Sirius voice and body carefully. He voice was…more of a moan then a sob, a very over dramatic moan. Remu's amber eyes narrowed. "Oh fuck you."
Sirius looked over at Remus, and wasn't sobbing. In fact he was completely hysterical with laughter. "I can't believe you bought that!"
"Would it kill you to throw me a bone!" Remus growled.
"Boner?" Sirius snickered.
Remus started to simmer again. "Black. Let's go back to the conversation. So you won't talk about why you belittle people, so will you tell me about your childhood?"
"I don't remember." Sirius shrugged.
"What!" Remus jumped.
"I don't remember. The last thing I remember was waking up the Black Mansion." Siius face turned truly thoughtful. "I remember forests, big beautiful forests. Hills, moors if you will." And then Sirius shuddered. "Something bad happened there….I'm not really sure what though."
"So what does what you do remember make you feel?" Sirius looked over at him grinning. "I know it sounds stupid, but please?"
"Free, wild, and playful….But dark…it makes me feel, alone, and afraid. Oh….I remember one other thing…It was when I was still twelve, but I remember this the most clearly. There was a boy…And he went into the forest as a dare, and he never came out. They found him in there and someone had written life isn't so wonderful with two Ls on the ground above his head…He had almost no blood left in him. But he was alive…" Sirius' eyes were closed, and he was in a trance like state.
"Okay Sirius, now I just want you to relax…Your safe here, nothing can get you." Sirius seemed to visually relax so Remus assumed that Sirius rarely felt safe. The blonde decided to continue with his coaxing. "Alright Sirius, we've made a lot of progress, do you want to go home?"
"No…" Sirius shook his head. "I want to stay."
"Okay, can I ask you a few questions?"
"Quit treating me like I'm glass!" Sirius huffed, but his eyes stayed closed.
"Alright, tell me about when you first were adopted."
"I liked them, mum and dad. They were nice, they gave me food, kept me warm. They tossed me here, I remember seeing James here, he was an assistant. I felt safer with him then with the old psychologist. He scared me." Sirius snickered. "Wasn't to pretty to look at either."
"Do you ever grow up?"
"Do you ever unwind?" Sirius said smugly. "But back to mum and dad, they put me in school. And they bought me a piano."
"Do play?"
"Yes…I remember playing all day and night once. Not here, back where I used to be. Before I was adopted I was so…furious and scared and spiteful that I just channeled it all into the piano."
Remus glanced at the clock. "Sirius it's three your appointment ended an hour ago…I'm starving…."
"Want to go grab something to eat?" Sirius inquired, gracefully opening one eye.
"Yeah…." Remus smiled at him. "Food sounds good."
A/N: Okay whatcha think of Harry! Review, please! And thank you all other reviewers I didn't put here because I lazy. I promise I'll put you up next time!