Perfect Black
KS Black
DISCLAIMER: ALMOST ALL RECOGNISABLE CHARACTERS ARE THE SOLE INTELLECTUAL AND FISCAL PROPERTY OF JK ROWLING OR SUSSANA KEARSLY.
THE PLOT OF PERFECT BLACK IS THE SOLE INTELLECTUAL PROPERTY OF THE AUTHOR KS BLACK, AND IS NOT USED TO MAKE A PROFIT, OR ANY SORT OF FINANCIAL CHANGE.
Chapter Three
Remus paced in the silence of the posh sitting room, ignored by everyone but his lover and a nervous-but-sleepy housemaid. He only paused when two sleep tousled heads-each with that same familiar mop of untamable brown hair-entered the room, one trailing a ragged stuffed rabbit.
"Emilio-you're too young to be up this early," a soft voice admonished, breaking the silence. "You should be in bed, sweetling," the woman continued, drifting from her chair to crouch in front of the rabbit-shielded boy.
The other newcomer-a lanky youth of fifteen, with brilliant green eyes that gave no emotion away-shrugged, putting a hand on his little brother's shoulder. "Aye, but it was he who woke me up, mother." Those eyes swung to Remus, widening little as they took in the rough appearance. "He felt like something wasn't right."
"Lena, I don't think Em should hear this-"
"What happened to Hermione?" Everyone stared at the green eyed youth with the icy hiss, but his attention was fixed on Remus. "Tell me."
"I-I don't know," the man answered simply. "She left in the middle of the night, didn't give us any idea of where she was going. Just this note." He offered the small roll of parchment to the boy.
"Stavros," Lena began, but was cut off by her son as he looked up from the short letter.
"She wrote it, yes. But I do not think even she understands. These people deserve to know some of what she's doing." Stavros looked down at his mother, smiling gently. "She is still my sister, after all is said and done; the girl who taught me to read. To respect life."
That statement puzzled more than Remus. A man, who until now had stood next to the fireplace and had been by far the calmest, frowned at his son before looking at his wife. "What do you mean, Stabie?"
Everyone in the room focused on the children and their mother, two of which were exchanging looks. But it was a firm, matronly voice that broke the silence, world-weary and wise. "Helena, take Emilio back to bed. Stavros, you owe the same truth you would give the Wolf to Tony; speak with your father." A woman, elegant and youthful for her eighty-something years, stood from the chair she was draped in and walked to where Tonks sat. "And you, Master Lupin, come with me. You can tell your mate when we return, but you will appreciate the intricacies of the tale better."
Remus nodded, offering an arm to her after glancing at his closest friend and lover. "And what tale may that be, Madame Granger?" he asked when they were outside, walking down the sidewalk that ran in front of the house in the rain-damp air.
"Call me Geri. My granddaughter is much like my daughter-in-law. You do not see much of Tony in her."
The man had noticed that the only thing his young friend shared with the mentioned was that thick, dark hair and a passion for books. "Hermione is much her own girl."
"She is my son's niece, but half-sister to his sons." Geri said bluntly as they stopped, leaning her small frame on a small stone bridge. "Doubtless you are quite shocked."
The werewolf nodded, staring over the small canal as he spoke. "And confused."
"Then let me start at the beginning."
Chapter three is up, as promised, on a monday. Yet again, it is a two-part chapter, so all my few fans :3 Thanks and see you wednesday. OH! and check out my forums (which has a topic, finally). You'll find a note and some storynotes, too. There'll be links, eventually, to character sketches and the like, as well as in-depth notes on the progress and whatnot. And a place for you to bug me into updating if I fall behind. (But that topic is up to you people )
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