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Risi: I couldn't just make snape nice for no reason, i hate those fics where he is suddenly all mushy and starts being nice or more fair to gryffindors because i just can't see it happening, so that was the best reason i could come up with. Lily will be disappointed in Harry for this fight, but that will be next chapter... maybe
Dante Lewis: omg, i live for your reviews.: skips happily:they're very constructive so thankyou. thanks for pointing out the Harry/hermione error :slaps herself: how i missed that i don't know. it should be sorted now. as for the honey and cinnamon thing... weird. you don't like gryffindors do you. any way, thanks for the review.
Hobey-Ho: all of the teachers will do eventually, but snape will get her name right first
SilverGlitterSprite: thanks hun. here's the chapter
Gaul1: i can't say. it reveals the plot.
Ceyxa: i like her fire as well. it makes for an interesting situations.
Crazy Psycho: glad you liked the chap.
Paula: it's her whole werewolf thing. though, someone should put harry in his place and she may be the one to do it.
A.n. sorry it has taken so long for the update but i had a couple, and then thought, I need some more remus. so here he is. he's not out yet though. sorry. :checks outline: he will be soon. the song is from An American Tale. I love that film, and its sequel.
Remus thoughts
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The sun shone overhead, smiling with the joy and warmth that it was summer and all was alive and blooming. A cruel parody of the scene that it shone upon, and a malicious joke to one man who ambled with the aimlessness of one who knew that he had no prospects and nothing to keep going for, except that to concede to the authorities and admit defeat was going against the grain which had flourished the many branches of his family tree. So that is why, tawny hair cropped short, and the frayed hem of his trousers scuffing the ground as he walked in a never ending circuit of the parade grounds, Remus forever trudged the increasingly worn and compacted route of sand and earth, the nape of his neck burning from the sun and heart broken with longing for his daughter. His campmates, having long grown used to his trudging ignored him, though there was an under current among those in his bunker as to how long it would take for him to wear through his boots.
A voice broke through his silent turmoil.
'Lupin.' Remus raised his head to show dull amber eyes that were heavily shadowed by fatigue. 'A visitor. Come to the hall.' Flat, empty eyes sparkled with life once more, and he virtually ran to the correct room. Snapping his fingers with impatience, he submitted to the body search, before racing in. To stop dead, ice trickling down his spine as a squat toadish face met his and a breathy girlish voice greeted him.
'Hello Remus. What's the hurry? So happy to see me were you, or were you expecting someone else?' She made no effort to contain the cruel giggle which escaped her. Visibly shaking with the effort of not looking round in the futile search for his daughter, he came and sat in the ladder-backed chair across the table from her. In the dusty heat, sweat trickled down the side of his face, and he averted his eyes from her smiling scrutiny.
'Yes. Good boy. You know better than to look your superiors in the eye.' If Amaya were there, she would have spat her defiance with a statement something like 'Superior. Where?' But Remus knew the cost of defiance, so he said nothing.
'I am here to bring you news of your daughter.' Remus looked up, hope tracing his features at the mention of his child's name. 'She is now at Hogwarts, and is settling in well. She is in the full custody of Mr Black, and seems to be blooming in his attention. In fact recently I had a delightful conversation with her in which she said, "I have never been happier", and she thanked me for my intervention.' She lied as she watched Remus shoulders slump with every word that came out of her foul, deceitful mouth. 'When I asked her whether she would like to visit you, she laughed and asked me why. That is why, she has not seen you, and from her actions, will never do so.' The triumph radiating from her was palatable. Remus slumped forward onto the desk, grief making him temporarily boneless, before in a fit of rage he threw the desk aside and lunged at her. Hands outstretched, an inch from her throat, Remus collapsed under the effect of a Bill, the guard's stunner. Apologising, he hauled Remus upright, clamping him in silver chains before awakening him.
Pawing at her throat, Umbridge simpered 'It's quite all right. Can't blame him. After all, he is a werewolf.' Then, the guard dragged the whimpering man out of the hall, and carried him back to the bunker reserved for wrong doers. As he laid him on the bed he spoke. 'Come on Remus. You just can't do that to Umbridge. She's the Under-Secretary, and could see you executed for a trumped up reason. Don't give her an excuse.' Having a sister who was a werewolf, Bill was empathetic with the tawny haired man, in fact of all of the 'residents' of the camp as he called them, but with Remus especially. He had seen what losing her child had done to his sister, and the child was new born. After sixteen years, Bill could hardly wonder at the pain that Remus was suffering. Unlocking the chains, that were just used to defer Ministry interference, Bill left Remus to the calm solitude of the bunker
Why. Why. Why does she never visit? She can't have forgotten me. Or is she just happier with Sirius. As soon as the thought entered his mind, Remus dismissed it. No, she would never settle with Sirius. Especially not now. The loving part of his heart hoped that they would get along, and find the happiness that he himself had shared with the ebony haired man. The small hateful part, wished that she would never speak to him, never like him, and forever remind him of his cruelty. His mind however, knew that Amaya would be hostile, except for when occasion called for civility. Until that is she too fell for his charm, the unique attractiveness that belonged to Sirius, and Sirius alone. The one that drew so many to him. And when she did, they would be the best of friends, and he would be forgotten. The thought made him want to weep.
Amaya, dressed in her favourite forever friends nightie, snuggled up to the wolf plushie that she had shrunk and brought to Hogwarts. Her heart ached with longing for her Papa, intensified by the letter she had received from Sirius, telling her that he could not obtain permission for Amaya to visit Remus, in response to her sixth begging plea. Hearing nothing but the deep, even breathing that comes with sleep from her dorm mates; she pushed the blankets away, padded over to the window, and scrambled onto the roof. While it was not as high as that of the Gryffindor tower, or the Astronomy Tower, she still had a clear view of the jewel-encrusted sky, and of the partially covered opal that dominated the night. One star glowed and shone, bigger than all of the others. The heat of the day had lingered into the night, giving it a heavy, sticky feel, yet a cool wind gusted past her, temporarily cooling her down. Having salvaged only one picture from the house, Amaya felt the loss of her beloved Papa all the more, her one fear that she would, one day lose her memory of his smiling face. Forcing down her terror of loosing the image of the one person who meant more to her than all others, including Draco, she sought refuge in the past. The melody of often sung lullaby that was used to chase away the demons that haunted her dreams came to her lips in the form of a gentle hum, before she began to sing.
Remus went over to his small window. The heat of the night, Sirius shouting, Amaya's tears and Umbridge's crowing laugh merged into a horrifying dream that made him lurch awake to find himself trapped to the bed, coarse blanket entwined among his limbs. Seeking any trace of a cool breeze, he forced the tiny window open and was rewarded by the vaguest whisper of a wind. Craning his neck, he could see the twinkle of the stars, and the ethereal glow of the moon. Choking, he was reminded forcefully of endless nights spent running along powder white sands during the full of the moon, safe in the knowledge that he was happy, and he had his precious daughter, his cub by his side. One tear made a solitary track down his face at the thought that she didn't want to see him. As he had no pictures, he found sheltered in the sanctuary of his memories. Of happy days gone by where no one in the world could harm them because there was no one of true significance to the pair, only each other. One memory surfaced above all others, surfed on the wave of his recollections, one where Amaya had timidly knocked on his door, and crawled into the safe haven of his arms, seeking protection from her nightmares. The words of the sweet old song that used to soothe him came back all to easily and his voice broke over the words.
Somewhere, out there
Beneath the pale moonlight
Someone's thinking of me
And loving me tonight
Somewhere, out there
Someone's saying a prayer
That we'll find one another
In that big somewhere out there
And even though I know
How very far apart we are
It helps to think we might be wishing
On the same bright star
And when the night wind
Starts to sing a lonesome lullaby
It helps to think that we're sleeping
Under the same big sky
Somewhere, out there
If love can see us through
Then we'll find one another
Somewhere out there
Where dreams do come true
Snuggling down with her wolf toy, Amaya wished for her Papa on the one star that dominated al, the others. With a sigh, Remus climbed back onto his bed, and wished for a reunion with his daughter, on the glowing sparkling star. Two powerful wishes, made imperfect synchronisation, made the star glow all the brighter.
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