Disclaimer: These are JKRowling's settings, somewhat her characters and some of my own! But none of this is for money...otherwise I might actually be able to get a social life.
Author's notes: Whoo...So sorry about that. I did not mean to take so long with the update. My brother came into town for a few days, then I had to take care of my financial aide for college...and HEY! I changed my name! My new name is officially: Julia Kit. (Lol. I just realized, I'm J.K. now.) I also changed my last name to my Mum's maiden name, but all I'll hint on that is that its the same name as one of the Irish Quidditch player's names.
Reaka: Yep! Points for you!
MoonpoetessZ: He's coming. This'll be his first showing...though its brief and really not important...yet.
Versipellis: Hehe...Yeah, I'm disgusting like that. Plus, farting amuses me. The majority of the Hogwarts staff does know that Blue is Remus, but that's because they remember him from his own school days (even if his eyes aren't the same color anymore and he's plumped up a bit). That's how Filch knows him, he remembers Remus from the Marauders' days. 'Will Blue find out?' Guess you'll have to keep reading for that one. n.n
Gaze was steady on the dungeons, form still while he watched. Each breath seemed to last an eternity, gathering in his chest and then being forced back into the atmosphere. He dared not blink, in case he missed what he was waiting for.
Then finally...The yowl of a cat and her disgruntled owner following behind, grumbling with aching bones and stiff joints. It wasn't long before the pair sighted the boy standing at the top of the staircase into the dungeons.
Face was set in confusion, words forming on his lips but never making it passed his throat. Shaking his head he turned, abruptly, at the elderly Filch waving his arms irritably, "Get off with ya! Brekk-f'st is in the Great Hall...you know that!"
Languid steps carried him into the Great Hall. Eyes were narrowed, sliding genially over his classmates till he settled upon the wanted few. Glance was passed up to long table at the front of the hall, eyeing the teachers, while his friends made room for him.
A small nod was given, as eyes held one another, and the elder wizard with the long flowing beard smiled gently. He had always held a great respect to for the man who had allowed him to stay...How couldn't he? This was a rare opportunity.
"Sit down, Remus!" Sirius barked out, clapping a hand to the smaller boy's shoulder and pulling him into the seat. "We've got some of the best seats in the house to see ol' Snivelly learn a lesson!"
Falling back, Blue yelped out, glaring at Arty, who was grinning widely at him. "What?"
"I said, 'wait till you see the look on Snape's face when he drinks from that goblet..." Arty stared a moment. "Are you feeling all right?"
Blue nodded, warily, immediately turning to look up at Professor Snape, looking quite grumpily at his plate. While everyone laughed about the professor suddenly sprouting feathers and clucking angrily at the dancing Arty and Loki, Blue tried to remember what he'd been thinking before he blanked out.
Blue stared at his Charms book, but unfortunately the words didn't seem to have any plans of making themselves clearer. Instead the letters curled around themselves, twisting in Blue's mind.
Things might've continued as such had a large hand not obscured the whimsical writings of the long dead wizard. Chocolate eyes trailed up the arm to the obscurer. Tapping his quill against the pages and kicking his feet, Blue gave Arty a questioning look.
"Well?" Arty asked.
Blue shifted slightly, making himself more comfortable. His neck and back were starting to ache from propping himself up on the bed, while lying on his belly. Another puzzled expression passed over his face.
"I said, 'what were you thinking about?' You've managed to completely ignore two Loki attacks, and you didn't seem to want to respond to any stimuli. Are you completely dead in there?" Question asked, Arty tapped the other boy's skull, only to receive an exasperated roll of the eyes.
"No. Not completely." Blue eyed Arty a moment, "What do you mean 'stimuli'?" Putting down his quill, Blue rolled over onto his back, putting hands behind his head like a pillow. Eyes stared blankly up at the red and gold trimmings around the bed. "Have you ever heard the name Remus?"
Arty pushed his friend over a bit and flopped down beside him. Copying the position Blue was in, he settled down. "Yeah. He was the guy, with the other guy who was his brother, who started Rome..."
"No. Like in a wizard."
"I thought they were..."
"The wolf was actually a lycanthrope, but that's beside the point. I mean a Remus in more recent history."
"Nope. Haven't heard of one...Why do you ask?" Arty turned onto his side, propping his head up with a hand. For a moment he seemed to consider the Charms book abandoned, with the quill by Blue's head, before pushing them off the bed completely.
"I had a...a...Merlin call me crazy!" Blue grumbled, while sitting up. "I had a vision...or, well, it was like a memory...maybe a lapse in memory..."
"Do explain, dear boy, you've completely lost me." Arty crossed his eyes and stuck out his tongue as if to prove his point.
"At breakfast, I could've sworn you called me Remus...and things were set up different...You didn't look the same at all. And Loki wasn't the same either. And you called Snape, 'Snivelly'..." Blue paused, glancing over at Arty, whose blank expression seemed to explain it all. Sigh. Apparently, he was a nutter. Flopping back to the bed, with a groan, Blue covered his eyes with balled up fists.
Arty leaned over Blue, waiting for the smaller boy to move his hands. When he didn't, Arty pushed the fists aside. "It was probably just a dream. Like a daydream or something. I mean, it happens to Professor Trelawney all the time."
Blue narrowed his eyes. "Gee, me to her..." He sighed and shook his head. "But it was so real."
