Vi: I adore Charlie, if you can't tell. He is my favorite of the Weasley brothers, next come the twins and then Ron and then Bill, and who needs Percy anyway well to make fun of... Harry and driving...e gads...yes lots of fun there. I have this little scene in my head that I haven't written down yet that is similar, my orig character Mari trying to teach James and Sirius how to drive a stick. hehehe...yeah muy loco there. of course Harry wouldn't make a good driver the boy is stressed and erratic. Well cheers...oh and some one wants to say hello.
Harry: Hello MB finally found me. That closet was rather dark.
Me: Yep I did.
Draco: How come you spoil all our fun? stalks over and tries to pout
Me: Cause its fun- and Draco hon, you're not an overgrown bat, haven't we gone over this?
Draco: Do not call me 'hon' woman if you value your life!
Harry pulls out wand and mutters a spell, where Draco once stood is a small, white bouncing ferret.
Harry: Si, I did learn a new-nonviolent spell. smiles cheekily
Me: Well, here's your cookie.
A/N: welcome to chappie number eight...more for the lovely fodder mil, as per usual. Its kinda long this chapter but not as many words as the last two...I think. This time I wrote in one of the outside cafe's en La Plaza Mayor. It was much fun and I had a Coca.
Disclaimer: blahblahblahblah...basically the same thing as last time and the time before...I don't own Harry Potter Inc, not that I don't borrow him from time to time. (snatches Remus, Charlie and Harry stuffs them under her bed) shuush, we're hiding from Voldemort.
Harry: But I thought I killed him already?
Me: Shush...
Light
by
mingingbent
There are two kinds of light—
the glow that illuminates,
and the glare that obscures.
– James Thurber
Chapter Eight: Trust
"Never trust a smiling thief throwing dice."
- one of the truths from the D & D Code (me and my silly nerdy friends)
"Finite to fail, but infinite to venture."
- Emily Dickinson (absolutely wonderful poet that she is)
"If you were arrested for kindness, would there be enough evidence to convict you?"
–Unknown
"So, what bothering you today, hon?" Aimee asked as she helped him screw back on the new headlights.
"Um..." he worried his bottom lip, in almost a pout, "Remus and I, well mostly I, have been working on casting Unforgivables. I just can't seem to get them."
Aimee paused in her minstrations to peer up at him from where she lay on her back under the bike. "What do you mean?"
"Well," he was back to pouting, "everytime I go to cast one, it falls through." Harry was bitterly reminded of his battle with Snape at the end of his sixth year, and that was two years passed.
Aimee pull herself out from under the bike and sat up, looking straight at him. "And this is a bad thing?"
"Whaat?" Harry was very confused.
"Is not being able to perform Unforgivables a bad thing?"
"Yes." Harry shot her a glance, "If I'm going to-"
"Yes, yes I know if you're going to defeat Voldemort, Avada Kedavra and all that jazz. But Harry think about it, what is different about being able to cast a Crucio or Imperio – in the person, the caster – than say casting an Accio."
"More power," He said sullenly not liking where this conversation was going.
"Yes," she said softly, "but there is something else far more important than power."
Harry crossed his arms across his chest in a quiet defiance.
"Oh don't get cheeky with me, Mister. It's wisdom."
"How does that help?" Knowledge-yes, wisdom...
"To be able to commit yourself because you power is your self, to cast a thing such as that, you have to believe in it. That's why its so easy for Voldemort to throw out the Killing Curse at whomever, whenever, it's because he believes in it and knows he believes in it, solely, he doesn't care for life. Death and destruction is his game Harry, the reason it's so hard for you to cast something like that is because you still believe in life. And to cast it doesn't mean you have to give up that belief, you just have to ammended it. Make is so that all the hatred you feel is directed into one single thought- death. Think on that for a bit."
Harry creased his brow in thought, "Oh..okay. So," Aimee could see the beginnings of one of his wicked smiles, "What's between you and Remus?"
Aimee breathed, she knew he was bound to ask the question, she had been avoiding Remus like the plague since her first day here.
Aimee took another deep breath before answering, "About the only thing I can do worth a damn, magic-wise, is Potions. So Dumbledore had me transfer up because of my profinciancy in the subject. That meant I took classes as a 3rd year and up with the 5th, 6th and 7th years, most often than not Remus was my potions parter while he was at Hogwarts. Here could you hand me that bolt-wrench," Aimee busied her hands and concentration by tightening one of the bolts.
"Really..." Harry interested was peeked, now he wanted to know more.
Aimee looked daggers back at him, "Well now aren't you the town gossip Mr. Potter, if you want to know more I suggest you ask Remus. It's more his story to tell. Now hand me that there."
Harry was curious to find out what Aimee had been unwilling to tell him-about her and Remus. He reasoned they must have known each other rather well if she was so clossed off about it.
But he never got a chance to corner his mentor just yet. Hermione and Ron were deep in a fight on the stairs.
"I can't believe you Ronald Weasley!
"If you didn't always have to have it your way..."
As Harry passed them on the stairs, he turned to them both, "If you don't quiet down Mrs. Black will hear you."
Hermione glared at Harry, "Oh, you're just trying to get Ron off the hook, I know your plan..oooo...always getting each other out of trouble...you both...I could just-" It seemed Hermione was at a loss for word in her aggravated state, Harry just shrugged and continued up the stairs.
As he reached the top of the stairs Mrs. Black's voice thundered through the house (defiler, filth and what not) and he could hear Aimee growl from the porch doorway, "Shut up, you old hag before one of us finds a way to shut you up permanently."
'...It must follow knowlegde, and serve need. To light a candle is to cast a shadow...'
"Harry," Remus soft, cultured voice disturbed his thoughts, and he placed the book aside, "You asked for me?"
For a moment Harry had forgotten why he wanted to see Remus in the first place.
"I have a question," Harry wasn't sure how to phrase it.
Remus took a seat (indian style; his hands on his knees) in one of the large chairs. "Yes."
Harry immediately lost his intial trepidation at the man's easy going manner.
"About you and Aimee?"
Remus' face didn't change.
Harry worried his bottom lip, "I tried to ask her but she wouldn't tell me more than you were potions partners at Hogwarts, said it wasn't her story to tell."
Remus raised an eybrow and a curious expression flitted across his face. "That's what she said?"
"Yes, that is was more your story." Harry now had such and itch to find out more.
"Well," Remus looked uncomfortable for a moment, "You must understand that Aimee is naturally a very private person. She and I-well-" he looked uncomfortable again, "She helped me out during some hard times in my later years at Hogwarts." His tone changed rapidly, "I am sincerely glad it was she who found you Harry."
Remus' gaze seemed off in the distance before it returned to Harry. He gave him a trite smile.
Harry wanted to say, 'is that it?', Remus seemed as closed off as Aimee about the subject.
"Well she did give me this to read." Harry picked up the book and offered it to Remus.
He looked duly suprised to see it and opened it up immediately to the inside cover. His fingers brushed across the inscription, when he saw Harry staring he offered up a sheepish grin.
"I had no idea she kept it."
"What did you give it to her for?"
"Ah the truth of it isn't that simple."
FLASHBACK
"Remus," Aimee grabbed his elbow sharply to get him to stop, when he did. She stopped and leaned over on her knees, her breaths labored from running.
Remus turned from her back to the Marauders; James looked pensive, Sirius looked like if he had the chance he'd hex her, Peter looked scared.
Remus gestured for them to continue on without him, "I'll catch up with ya in a bit."
James nodded, his messy black hair flying in all different directions, the side of Sirius' lip twitched in what might of been a scowl, Peter kept on wide-eyed.
"Come on lads, we'll catch up back in the Common Room."
Remus was privately gracious for James' decorum, as he managed to drag Sirius and Peter away, though Sirius seemed inclinded to stay put.
Aimee had meanwhile caught her breath and was leaning back ahain one of the collums. "You wanted to see me?" The third year asked.
"Yes, I wanted to thank you."
Aimee shook her head, and half smiled, "You didn't have to, but no wait-" she raised her fingers to his lips, he seemed ambivalent to the touch, "I want you to know this: what happened last October was entirely my fault," he looked reproachful at the notion, "No I know it was all my fault. The least I could do was make sure nothing of that sort happened again." Aimee pulled her fingers away.
"Aims-" He broke in.
"Remus." She took on the tone Prof. McGonagall often used when telling James or Sirius off.
"My brother is the biggest git in existence, well maybe not – Lucius Malfoy and Walden McNair have that title owned. But he's still a git, and he's still my brother. I still have some weight there. The least I could do was tell him to shove off."
Remus looked thankful and smiled a bit. Then dug into his satchel bag.
"Enough about gits. For all the trouble I've caused you here."
"It was no trouble-" Aimee reached out and Remus pressed a wrapped square gift into her hands.
It was wrapped with what suspiciously looked like sued Christmas wrapping bound together with a spell. Aimee held it gingerly.
"Go ahead," Remus chewed his lip nervously and Aimee couldn't help but smile before she tore furiously at the packing.
When she had revealed the gift her, she was very surprised and could only mananged an "Oh..."
When she recovered she took the book like a lover, holding it carefully with her fingers, "Remus...", her voice took on a dreamy tone.
"It's used, that's all I could get." He looked toward the ground, stuffing his hands in his trouser pockets, "It was mine before."
"Remus," She looked at him with wide-eyes.
After putting the book back in the wrapping and then into her bag, she lauched herself at him, wrapping her arms around his neck and planting a kiss on his cheek.
Remus blushed brightly.
"Thank you. Thank you. Thank you." She said when they broke apart, "How did you know?"
Remus grinned slightly and there was a little madness in his eyes, "Oh just a guess."
Aimee grinned.
Then came the ackward moments of silence that always happened when they were together.
"Um..." Aimee broke the silence and shifted her weight from on foot to the other.
"Yeah..." Remus gestured the way his friends had gone, "I should get back..."
"Yeah..." Aimee looked at him and caught his slightly wistful look before his face regained it calm composure. "They might come back looking."
Remus took a sharp breath at that comment and looked back at Aimee, but she was gone.
END FLASHBACK
Remus smiled at the memory.
Harry was looking at his quizzically.
"Yes?"
"Remus can I have the book back?"
"Oh, yeah, sorry."
"So Harry what is the first rule?" Aimee smirked at him
"No using magic." Harry was standing leaning on a support beam, arms folded across his chest.
"Correct."
"What's the second rule?"
"No scaring Muggles." She could see the beginnings of a scowl.
"Right. And what's the third and final rule?"
"This is a Dictatorship, not a Democracy and you are Hitler." Aimee could see a smile forming on his lips as he tried to scowl.
"Now...let's begin."
Oi, this will be great fun. Reminded me what gave me this idea in the first place...
Aimee smiled widely at Harry to cover up her jitters and gestured toward the bike.
aren't I incredibly evil...MOHAHAHAH
Draco: No, your just a PotterValdemarHornblower or should I say Kennedy obsessed muggle with nefarious plots.
Me: Hey I thought you were a ferret.
Draco: Meh...was...Apparently my aunt Bella isn't a morning person.
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and remember Muggles, Wizards don't kill People. Spells Do!
cheers MB