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Chapter 12 Vice Versa

Lunar stepped out of the Floo network and into Remus' house, following her was Remus, still under the "Wingardium Leviosa" spell and covered in a sheet and some bags full of luggage. She dumped the luggage on the floor just as Fingers came scuttling out of the kitchen.

"Master?" She said worriedly.

"I need some soup, and maybe some tea…. Does Remus like tea?" She shook her head in disgust. "Sorry. Could you get them for me and then, ummm, take the rest of the day off?"

Fingers looked at her in disgust, but obeyed.

Levitating Remus upstairs, Lunar looked through the rooms before she discovered what she hoped was Remus'. She rested him gently on the bed, and went to his wardrobe. Sirius and Remus may look alike in stature, when it comes to clothes they were two different to swap, as Lunar discovered when trying to cover Remus up for the journey.

A number of similar crumpled suits and shirts confronted her, and she searched through his drawers for a pair of loose fitting pyjama bottoms. An unopened dust covered plastic packet seemed to contain the only pair of pyjama's he had, so she wrinkled her nose and opened it. They were a novelty pair, obviously given to Remus as a Christmas gift, but never used.

On the front of the red top there was a motto written in black. "Professors do it in libraries." Sirius' sense of humour.

She left the sheet on Remus and pulled the black bottoms on him, while trying to ignore the tanned toned muscle he hid underneath the plaid suits. Then she looked at the wounds again. There were many of them all over his torso, but the lotion she had used on them in Sirius' house seemed to stop the flow of blood.

His face looked haggard. Much the same as it had looked throughout her stay when he was tending to her. She brushed a lock of hair off of his forehead, and he groaned in his sleep, but did not wake.

Going down the stairs she passed the angry house elf and smiled. "Thank you for the soup. You will not be needed for the rest of the week, so Remus asks that you go to Hogwarts and see if the house elves their need you expertise."

Fingers blushed at this, right to the tips of her ears and said. "Course, mistress. Fingers is good at her job."

Lunar nodded and smiled as the house elf went through the Floo network to Hogwarts.

The clock in the living room said 10:30 and Lunar was glad her brother had one of those telephone thingies. Picking up the receiver she dialled the number and left a short message on his answer phone.

"Sirius, Pat, its Lunar. I'm fine. A friend invited me to stay for a few days, and she doesn't have a, a, telephone. I'll phone you on the… callbox every night to convince you I'm fine, I may be away for some time though, so don't worry. Ummm. Bye!"

Replacing the receiver she hurried back up the stairs to Remus' room.

He still wasn't awake so she went into the room opposite his. The one she had stayed in during her illness. As she unpacked the few clothes she had rammed into her overnight bag she looked around the room and realised that she felt safe. The pale pink walls and   deep rose colour of the bedclothes had nothing to do with it. It was the thought of Remus next door and the absolute care and attention he had given her that made the nightmares and the constant panic attack she felt after being attacked go away. She smiled.

"Maybe I have always loved him." She murmured. Then stopped still as she realised what she had said. A satisfied grin spread across her face. "As soon as Remus gets better, He's not going to know what's hit him!"

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The pain was almost unbearable. This was Remus' first though as he drifted into consciousness. The second thought that hit him was that he was at his home. Even though the heavy curtains were drawn, so that the room was almost blackened out he could still see faint shapes.

The last thing he remembered was the man leaving him for dead somewhere in the forest as he lost the fight.

He groaned loudly, and tried to speak, but his mouth was bone dry. "Fingers! I need water!" he hoarsely groaned.

A movement out of the corner of his eye told him that she had sat in his room watching him sleep, and was now going to get him something to drink. He groaned again, rolled onto his front and buried his head into the pillow.

"Shut the guest room door as well." He muttered as the intoxicating scent of Lunar filled the room and his head.

The soft clatter of glass against glass told him that Fingers had returned and was pouring him some water.

"Thank you." He muttered, and reached out for the glass.

"Your welcome Remus. And I brought you some aspirin as well, for the pain." The gentle voice said.

"Hallucinations. I'm now so mad I'm having hallucinations." He muttered.

"Hallucinations? What do you mean Remus? What's wrong?"

Trying not to move too much he sipped at the water gently, it cooled his throat. He coughed slightly, sending his body through more pain.

"Remus?" The voice persisted.

"Oh, Fingers. I don't know what I'm doing. I dream of her. I sit in the empty room and think of her. Her every move fills my mind. And now, when I am at my worst, you sound and smell just like her."

"Like who?" The voice asked.

"Stop traumatising me like this. You know full well who you sound like. You sound like her, like Lunar."

"Would you like me to draw the curtains?" The now contented voice asked. "It is around 3 o'clock on a wonderfully sunny day outside."

Remus moved his arm in a 'do what you like' gesture.

The scent followed Fingers as he headed towards the curtains, and pulled them apart.

"I don't think you are mad Remus. And I certainly am not trying to traumatise you. So tell me this…" She said as the bright sunlight hit Remus' bruised eyes and blinded him.

"… How exactly am I meant to stop sounding and smelling like Lunar?"

The bed sank beside him, and two warm hands moved Remus' head towards their owner.

"When I am Lunar?"

The sunlight hit her hair and it shone like a halo around her head, and she smiled down on him.

"Lunar?" He asked incredulously.

"No, this isn't a hallucination! Or a dream for that matter!" Her face took on a serious face. "If it was then you wouldn't be hurt, and you wouldn't feel the pain."

"How did you get here?" He asked.

"By Floo. Now, turn back onto your front." She ordered, and moved away from the bed to the cabinet, where she had put some ointment bottles.

Remus turned onto his front and groaned in pain again. "I didn't mean it that way. I meant how did you know I was hurt?"

"You don't remember?" She asked and walked to the bed with a blue bottle in her hand.

Flashes went through his mind. "I was at Sirius' house?"

"Yes. You were." She said and placed the bottle on his bedside table.

"How did I get there?" He murmured.

Lunar took hold of the bed sheets and started to draw them off of him. "I think you crawled."

He grasped hold of a sheet. "Wait I don't wear…" he trailed off.

"That explains it." Lunar felt a flush envelop her cheeks. "I was wondering why the novelty pair of pyjamas were the only ones I found."

He felt the last sheet skim past his feet, and heard her sharp intake of breath.

"Your wounds are really bad, Remus. What happened?" She asked, and rubbed ointment into her palms.

"I can't tell you." Remus answered. To tell her was to tell her of his discovery.

She nodded. "Tell me when you are ready." She said. "Now, this may sting a bit when I put it on you first, but it will help the healing process and take away some of the pain. Okay?"

He gritted his teeth. "Go ahead."

She gently rubbed some of the cream into his wounds at the sides of his body, but all he did was gasp quietly at points. The feel of her hands on his body was all the distraction from the pain that he needed.

Lunar rubbed her hands on a towel on the bedside table. "Finished." She said, mortified that her voice cracked. She coughed to cover it up, and rose from the bed. "You must be hungry. I'll nip downstairs and heat up some soup."

"Lunar." Remus growled, not moving an inch. "I think that Sirius or someone else should do that from now on."

She turned form the door. "Ummm… Why?"

"Because, then…" He stopped and considered his words carefully. "…Then other reactions won't occur."

She blushed pink, more out of pleasure than anything else. "Sirius isn't here. No one else is. In fact, no one knows I'm here." She left, and went downstairs.

"No one…? Wait Lunar!" He yelled at the retreating figure of Lunar. "Damn." He muttered. He shut his eyes. "Cold shower." He muttered to himself as he attempted to control his emotions.

A/N

Thanks to everyone who read my story so far.

Iluvlegolas. Sirius finds out next chapter, and as usual it is not as expected!

Thanks Annoriel. Keep reading!

Ingenious. I'll try and do some flashbacks!!!

Anyhew, better go and write some more.

Krusty

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