Vi: I am kind of leaning towards Ravenclaw though Slytherin is a possibility for Donovan, the evil little devil that he is. Yay Sirius...well I hope you enjoy this chapter.

miz-attitude: YAY! new reader. thankies so much. I glad you like.

A/N: I have this thing with beating up characters I really, really like. moohahahaha...well as usual enjoy and review tis good for the soul. and the chapter title and quote is from Brideshead Revisited which is a book by Evelyn Waugh and also it was made into a miniseries, I was watching it last night. Very good book and movie.

Disclaimer: bladyblahblah...don't own...bladyblahblah...same thing as last chapter...bladyblahblah...

Severus: If it's the same thing as last chapter, then why do you keep putting it here?

Me: Meh...cause it fills up the page nicely.

Severus: Ten points from the silly muggle for an unsatisfactory answer!

Me: You can't take points from me I don't have house.

Severus just raises an eyebrow.

Harry: Did he just call you 'silly muggle'

Me: Yes, I do believe he did.

Severus: ahhh...death...I hate you

Me: I know.

Light

by

mingingbent

There are two kinds of light—

the glow that illuminates,

and the glare that obscures.

– James Thurber

Chapter Fourteen: Orphans of the Storm

"We are but orphans of the storm..." - Brideshead Revisited, Evelyn Waugh

"Tell me why we vollunteered for this again?" Charlie hugged his great coat closer to him ineffort to stay warm.

"Becausewe like spending our nights of freedom in the pouring, freezing rain waiting perchance for a rogue DeathEater to come along." Aimee remarked.

His scowl changed into a slight smile.

"I know isn't this romantic." Aimee batted her eyelashes at him and he chuckled.

"Verily."

Aimee turned her head slightly to shout behind her, "Mr. Finnigan are you still alive?"

"Yes," he grummbled, "Atleast I think so."

"Ah but do you know so?"

"Uh..." he paused, "That could be a problem, I can't feel my feet."

"Oh, goody." Aimee muttered to herself.

"I wonder..." Charlie muttered as he had the last few hours, just loud enough she could hear it.

"Would you just shut up." Aimee snapped her nerves run a little thin.

He twinkled back at her, "Make me."

Aimee pursed her lips at the thoughts that graced her mind, There's lots of things I'd could think of to shut up that red-headed freckled face of yours.

She settled for glaring.

"Ooh, is that the 'fuck off and die' glare or the 'ray of death' glare." He spoke mockingly.

Aimee ground her teeth, "No this is the 'if you don't shut up you may find yourself in a very comprimising situation'."

It didn't help her mood that he just snickered.

The pop of someone Apparating filled the stagnant air and all three wizards spun towards it, but it was only Ginny.

"I'm here to relieve Aimee."

Aimee flashed a grin at Charlie who frowned. "Have fun."

There was a general non-commital grunt from both Seamus and Charlie.

Carefully Aimee made her way down the street. Something was wrong, she knew it instantly because Grimmauld Place was in full view.

She raced up the walk and flung open the door. Mrs. Black was mysteriously quiet as well. Aimee rushed into the kitchen.

"No!" She yelled as she reached the body.

"Oh, gods No! Merlin-no, no no!"

Remus Lupin was spralled out on the kitchen floor. Near one his hand was the remnants of a shattered tea cup, his wand beside his other was broken.

Almost afraid to touch, she tentativly reached for his neck. At the feel of his pulse and shallow breathing, he was still alive, but just barely.

"Oh gods Remus," She swiped the bits of china away and turned him over.

She slapped the side of his face, in hopes of maybe waking him up, "Oh come on Remus – hon – don't do this to me. Come on wake up." She could feel the sting of fresh tears in her eyes.

"Come on hon, wake up...wake up." She was shaking him now.

She took one of his still warm hands in hers' rubbing it and then noticed the scars. All over his hands and forearms were scars. Silver scares. She growled, who ever attacked him used silver. Who ever attacked him knew him well enough, who ever attacked him he thought was a friend, as evidence by the tea. Oh gods I've got to-

Aimee was immediately on her feet and grabbed a fist full of floo powder. "Arthur Weasley's Office, The Ministry of Magic."

She could see Arthur and Kingsley faintly through the green flames talking.

"Arthur, Kingsley! Notify St. Mungo's I'm coming through."

They both frowned curiously.

"Remus was attacked," she said frantically.

"What-" Arthur looked fearful and Kingsley frowned some more.

"And whatever you do don't tell Tonks, not just yet."

The nurses at St. Mungo's had taken Remus away saying something about Silver Poisoning and Crucio curses. But Aimee was too stunned to really understand what they were saying. Her mind was reeling. Who could have found Grimmauld Place? Remus was the secret keeper. And for Remus for to invite them in and offere tea. Oh gods, not another mole. Gods it could be anyone. Well she had to disclude all the Weasleys and Kingsley, she couldn't see them going it or Hermione, she still fancied Remus too much. Oh Merlin. Her next thought was Tonks. Some how she needed to waylay her for atleast a little while. But her problem was that she didn't know where the pink-haired metamorphagus was.

"Aimee-" Aimee turned at her name.

Fleur was standing across the entrance way.

"Fleur, you seen Tonks?"

"Yesz, I think zee was talking with Molly."

"Thanks dear." She ran off towards Room One Hundred and Eleven, leaving a confused and flustered Fleur Weasley in her wake.

"Molly," Aimee entered Room One Hundred and Eleven slowly and quietly. "Is Tonks- oh there you are!"

Tonks was sitting in one of the horrible uncomfortable chairs next to Molly Weasley.

Tonks eyes brightened when she saw her, "Wotcher, I've been trying to get Molly here to eat or drink something."

"Molly-" Aimee put her hand over the older witch's. "George is not going anywhere," she shifted her gaze to the prone wizard, "What do you think he'd say if he knew you were doing this-"

Aimee though she saw the red-headed woman smile and a tear drifted down her face.

"Now what would Arthur say- extending yourself like this? Hmmm? You need some rest, I'll watch over him for you. You come back after a rest and some food."

Molly Weasley looked at her and said the first word she'd said for a week, "Promise."

"Promise." Aimee patted her hand.

"Okay," Molly Weasley got up, and slowly (first she approached George and ruffled his hair) walked out.

Tonk sat in awe, "How did you do that? Fred tried when he had to go back to the shop, they had another yelling match. Fleur tried, failure there. I was trying and failing."

Aimee took the seat Molly had vacated. "It's a mother thing. She knows if it were my son, our roles reversed, she would do the same thing that I did and vice versa."

"So, why were you looking for me?"

Aimee heaved an internal sight, just after she averted one crisis all she needed was for Tonks to go running off after Remus. At least she wasn't the one to find him.

"Needed to talk with someone who doesn't have red hair."

In the silence of the room Tonks laughed.

"Miss Carlisle?"

Aimee turned from where she and Tonks were playing a game of Rummy.

"Yes."

The nurse stood stifly, "I need to talk with you."

Aimee put her cards down and looked to Tonks, "Don't you dare look at my cards."

Tonks gave her an innocent look, "Never."

Aimee followed the nurse into the hall.

"Yes?" She said when she thought they were out of ear shot.

"About Mr. Lupin, he suffered severe silver poisoning, they wanted to transfer him," Aimee fought the urge to snarl at that, "but since he's sleeping fine and relatively stable we've been able to keep him here, Room 413."

Oh thank god.

"Thanks," Aimee turned to go back into the room.

She turned right into a very angry Tonks.

"WHAT!"

Oi, now that's just bolluxed.

wow...that was fun...now tell me how you like it.

cheers MB