Complicated
By Neurotica
Nine
"Remus!"
Sirius hadn't even fully Apparated into the cottage before he began shouting for his best friend. The entire house was in darkness, something he was far from used to – they always kept the kitchen light on dimly when they went to bed in case one of the kids got up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom or something. Not to mention Sirius was usually half awake when he got up in the middle of the night, so it kept him from bumping into things too much.
"Lumos," he muttered, going into the kitchen and feeling around for the light switch. None of the lights were working, and he couldn't understand why – Remus' cottage ran on magical power, since it was so far away from the nearest village, and magical power didn't have outages the way Muggle power did.
He held his wand high over his head and looked around the kitchen, trying to find any sign of his best friend. There were plenty of signs, just nothing that made him any less nervous about what had happened to Remus. He stuck his nose into the cauldron of Wolfsbane Potion on the stove and recoiled from the putrid stench – the stove hadn't been turned off, and the potion had burnt. And I thought the smell was disgusting normally… With a wave of his wand, the potion disappeared from the cauldron, and with another wave, the stench was gone.
On the floor was a shattered goblet lying beside a pool of the non-burnt potion. Well, that means Remus drank some of his potion tonight, Sirius thought. But why does that give me a really bad feeling? Oh right, Neenie said Remus was poisoned. Brilliant. And there's not much point in staying here – if he was here, he would have made some sort of noise to let me know – unless he's unconscious.
"Why am I wasting my time here?" Sirius muttered aloud. "I already know he's at Malfoy's." Sighing heavily, he looked around the kitchen again. "And why am I talking to myself?"
Trying not to think about how less than a year ago he'd been going through nearly the same situation with Harry, he did a quick check around the cottage, just to be sure. When he was finished, he planned to Apparate to the Ministry. With any luck, they could get to Remus before anything too horrible happened.
He's transformed already, since the moon's up, so spells won't work on him, he thought as he searched. He might still be unconscious if Malfoy Stunned him, or knocked him out with a potion beforehand, but the transformation should nullify that pretty quickly. Now as long as the Wolfsbane still works – if the poison was in there, I could see some really bad side effects…
All right, disasterizing is not going to help. Assume the Wolfsbane worked and he's transformed but coherent. And not currently in trouble. In that case, he's probably pacing around, trying to figure out what Malfoy's going to do with him. I just wish I knew what Malfoy was going to do with him. Why would he want a fully grown werewolf?
He's a Death Eater, said a voice he'd never heard before – he was quite used to the voices in his head, and this was definitely a new one. It sounded like a mix of Remus and Letha when he was being rather dim about a situation, but more impatient than either of them ever became with him. What do you think a Death Eater would use a werewolf for on the full moon? And don't forget Malfoy also took Danger…
Oh, right… Great, Remus finally finds a girl he likes, and now Malfoy's probably going to make him – No, don't even finish that thought… Sirius shook his head hard to rid himself of bad mental images.
Why are you still standing around? the voice demanded. Shouldn't you be trying to save them?
Sirius scowled. Since when are the voices in my head so bloody bossy?
Someone's got to do it, mate.
After rolling his eyes, Sirius took a deep breath and released it, trying to calm his nerves enough to Apparate to the Ministry. He really didn't need to be splinched tonight.
Back in Malfoy Manor, Remus wasn't pacing as Sirius thought he would be, but sitting against a wall, holding Danger against him, thankful the room was dark so she couldn't see the goofy grin on his face. That had to be the best kiss I've ever had in my life… he thought dreamily.
I agree.
Remus jumped suddenly in surprise. That hadn't been his voice. It'd been in his head, but not him thinking it…
And I know whose voice it sounded like, but that's not possible… Is it?
Slowly, he looked down at Danger. He expected to see the top of her head, just like he had for the last ten minutes, but instead he was looking directly into her eyes. And she was smiling.
C-can you hear me…? he thought carefully.
She nodded. I can, she confirmed, sounding slightly amused. Loud and clear.
His mouth dropped open. "What in the name of Merlin…?" he said slowly.
She laughed aloud. I'm not exactly sure, but I remember something from one of my dreams, the one about the wedding.
"And?"
She snuggled up closer to him. And we don't have to speak aloud to one another. All we have to do is think what we want to say to each other.
Oh, he said, trying out the new form of communication. And how is it that we can talk like this?
Don't know, she said. But it's related to something else. Something else that happens only between the two of us…
Is it something good?
She nodded again. Yes, it is. I just wish I could remember what it is…
Do you have any idea how eerie this is? I'm not exactly used to having someone in my head.
Well, I think we can close the connection, she said. What's wrong, Remus, something you don't want me to know about?
No, I think you already know all there is to know that I didn't want you to know…
She laughed. You have to be the most secretive person I've ever met.
I've got a lot to keep secret. There aren't many people who would stick around once they found out I'm a werewolf.
I've stuck around. As have Sirius and Aletha.
So you have. Remus hugged her tightly and dropped a kiss on top of her hair. So you have.
So was that really the best kiss you've ever had?
By far, he replied. Granted, I've only ever kissed two women in my life –
That's more than I've kissed.
He snickered.
That's not what I meant, she said, slapping his leg. If all you're going to do is laugh at me, then I'm –
Her thoughts stopped suddenly as he gently took her chin in his hand, turned her face up towards his, and kissed her again. Neither of them were able to say anything for a few minutes.
You set yourself up for that one, love, he said when they came up for air. It was just too good a chance to pass up.
You're forgiven, she said. As long as you keep kissing like that, you're forgiven for anything you do…
He grinned at her, but it faded rather quickly. Danger, he began, and paused to swallow a large lump that had suddenly appeared in his throat. We need to discuss what we're going to do about our… situation…
Our… Oh, right. For a minute there I forgot where we were.
He raised an eyebrow. How could you possibly have forgotten?
What, that kiss didn't make you forget?
Well, maybe for a little bit, he admitted, smiling slyly. But we have to get to business.
Aww.
No, I mean it. Any idea how much time has passed since Naomi was in here?
I don't know, a half hour, maybe? It was about 11:00 when she was in here – I glanced at my watch before the lights went out again. So if what she said was true, we have another half hour until Malfoy makes you transform, and after that…
And after that, we just have to hope she wasn't lying about wanting to help us.
She wasn't, Danger said with certainty. Don't ask me how I know, because I don't even know, but I do know. Naomi wasn't lying. She actually wants to help us.
I don't understand how she can help us, though. It's not as though she's going to be able to talk Lucius Malfoy out of whatever he's planned. She said a distraction… What kind of distraction…?
Maybe she's going to kick him in the shins?
Remus burst out laughing. That does sound like something Naomi would do…
Is there any chance that someone on the outside could be coming to help?
I don't know how, Remus replied, his laughter dying again. Sirius is at Hogwarts with Letha and the kids, and the only person that knows we're here is Neenie. So unless she has somehow contacted somebody, I think we're on our own…
Danger sighed. Well, whatever happens, at least we know we'll be together.
Remus raised a mental eyebrow at her. Any other time, I would say that was one of the most romantic things anyone has ever said to me, but considering our current situation –
Conversation was once again put on hold as, for the third time that night, a bright light filled the room. This time it wasn't as bad as before – the light shone directly on the spot Remus and Danger had been sitting in when Naomi had come in. Now they were out of its direct beam.
Remus, look, Danger said, staring at a wall to their right. Remus was sure it had been completely solid the last time he'd seen it, but now there was a large window in the middle of it. He'd seen something like this before, a few months after Peter Pettigrew's conviction.
Danger shivered in his arms and he looked at her in surprise. That's really creepy…
What is?
Whatever it was you were just thinking about.
Oh, he thought, careful to keep it to himself. Yes, seeing Peter get the Dementor's Kiss was rather creepy. I'm sorry, love, I didn't mean to let you see that…
It's alright,she replied. Oh look, there he is. The self-proclaimed eighth wonder of the world.
Remus straightened up and looked over at the window, looking coolly at the smirking Death Eater. I had no idea you knew Lucius so well.
Some things are obvious. By the way, I didn't have a chance to tell you before, but I had the oddest feeling when he kidnapped me that I'd seen him somewhere before…
"Isn't this sweet?" Malfoy said, his voice quite clear, even though he was standing behind a window. "A Muggle and a werewolf… It's such a shame that neither of you will live to see tomorrow."
Naomi appeared beside him, her face not betraying anything she was thinking or might do. Malfoy turned from the window for a moment to do something, and Naomi winked at Remus and Danger. Remus mentally sighed in relief that she hadn't forgotten about helping them. She was always rather protective of me, and I wondered for a moment if she would want to get revenge on Danger or something, because I'm with her now…
When Malfoy reappeared at the window again, he wasn't alone. In his arms, he carried a small boy about Harry's age, maybe a few months older, who looked almost exactly like the wizard.
Oh my God! Danger shouted mentally.
Remus winced as though she'd shouted in his ear. But this is much worse, it's in my head… Do you have to do that?
I'm sorry, she said quickly. But I think this is important. You said you were having the same dreams as I was, didn't you? Does that little boy look at all familiar to you?
Remus looked closer and thought back to the dreams he'd been having. The boy who wasn't Harry had been awfully blond…
Yes, he said slowly. But that doesn't make sense – Malfoy would never let his son associate with blood-traitors, Mudbloods, and werewolves.
Maybe Malfoy didn't have a choice…
Before Remus could work out exactly what she meant by this, Malfoy was speaking again. "In a very short time, Lupin, you and your woman will find out what happens to people who anger the Dark Lord. You've been a thorn in his side for many years, as has your friend Black – he will pay in the end as well. I hear he has a wife and daughter now. So much the better."
"Sirius will never let you near them," Remus said, in a tone far calmer than his actual feelings at the moment. "He'll find you, Lucius, and you'll be the one to pay."
Malfoy laughed coldly. "So you say, Lupin," he replied. "As it is your death that is nearing, I will not be the one to burst your bubble, as I believe the saying goes. But we've yet to hear from the Muggle. Danger, isn't it?"
"I have nothing to say to you," Danger said in a cold tone Remus had never heard her use.
"No?" Malfoy said in mock disappointment. "Surely there's something."
Don't, Remus warned as he caught her starting to give Malfoy a one-finger salute. He'll take you seriously.
Good point. Danger restricted herself to glaring.
"You're certain, then? Very well." Malfoy set his son down on something Remus couldn't see, probably a chair, giving the boy sufficient height to look into the room but freeing Malfoy's hands. "In that case, perhaps we should proceed; I have much better things I could be doing with my time than being in the presence of such filth." Remus was sure he saw the Death Eater's eyes dart over to Naomi, and something clicked in his head.
I think I know what the distraction is, he said, trying to fight down disgust and disappointment at the very thought of it.
What?
He's attracted to Naomi. And she knows it, judging by the look on her face right now. She's going to use that against him somehow.
Has she done something like that before?
Once or twice, when James, Sirius, and I were trying to pull a prank. She would be our decoy if there was a wizard in our way – she'd flirt with him, get his attention elsewhere while we snuck in and did whatever we were doing. This was before we started dating, and I was never fond of using her like that, but she laughed about it, so James and Sirius never thought anything of it.
Wow, you three must have been horrors in school.
If we live through this, I'll have to introduce you to Minerva McGonagall – she'll happily tell you all the stuff we used to get up to at Hogwarts.
I'm going to hold you to that… Danger's mental voice trailed off. Remus, look at Malfoy's son, look at the way he's looking at us…
Remus did, and he suddenly felt an overwhelming urge to rush to the boy and hold him like he would Harry. The little boy, Draco, if his memory wasn't failing him – Malfoy bragged about him so much when he was first born, it's hard to forget – had an expression on his face as though he wanted something really badly, but couldn't get to it. It was a look Remus knew well, one Harry used when he was waiting for Sirius to fall for a prank he'd set up. What do you think he wants so badly? he asked Danger.
I don't know, she said softly. The only thing that gives Neenie that look is cupcakes that aren't cool enough to eat…
Remus chuckled inwardly, careful not to let his amusement show on his face. It might not be a good idea to have Malfoy see me laughing – he might think I'm laughing at him. Then again, Sirius would be quite proud if he got word of me laughing at his nemesis.
Malfoy disappeared from view, and Danger disentangled one hand from Remus to wave at the little boy. Timidly, he waved back, but quickly slapped his hand down again as his father reappeared in the window, smirk back in place and wand in his hand. Remus glanced upside-down at Danger's watch and saw the hands almost together, pointing at the twelve. His panic was returning as though it'd never left.
You'd better get away, he told Danger, trying to peel her off him. There's not much room, but you might be able to… He couldn't finish.
I make my own decisions, she told him firmly. And I decide to stay right where I am. What do you think of that?
I think you're a goddamned bloody idiot.
Malfoy waved his wand once, creating a hole in the window, and pointed the business end of the wand at Remus, muttering something in rapid ancient Latin under his breath. A familiar tightness in all Remus' muscles – the usual feeling of dread anticipation –
I love you, he told her just as the transformation took hold.
"I know," he vaguely heard her whisper. His back arched as the pain started coursing through his body. He closed his eyes tightly, trying not to scream aloud, though he knew Danger was getting the full blast of it because of their mind-connection.
I wish I knew how that began… he thought distantly, clinging to the thought as a piece of sanity as his body twisted itself into a more canine structure.
At long last, it was over. Remus sprawled on the floor, panting. But oddly, he didn't feel any different than he had before the transformation had begun…
He was different, though. His normal form might have somewhat large and hairy feet, but they never looked like that. And there weren't four of them. But I'm still thinking like a human. Even though Malfoy tampered with the potion. How…?
And then he looked up and saw Danger looking back at him, her hands buried under the fur on his back. Didn't know you were interested in hairy men,he teased, the Marauder coming to the fore in lieu of his normal, more controlled personality, which seemed to have been temporarily supplanted by shock.
Yes, well, normally I'm not, but I seem to have made an exception for you,she teased back. And I think I've just figured out that something else which happens between the two of us.
Yes?
Have you ever heard of a werewolf tamer?
Remus blinked. A what?
A werewolf tamer, Danger repeated. I think it's to do with our mind-connection – I have the power to keep you thinking like a human, even in your transformed state.
Remus' knees (and elbows) almost buckled with relief. If it's true… But it has to be true… I wouldn't be thinking like this if it wasn't… Oh God, this means I won't kill her. We can hold out, we can get out of this alive. He found himself grinning at her the only way a werewolf could, mouth wide open and tongue hanging out. That has to be the most wonderful thing I've ever heard.
I agree. But it might be a good idea to make Malfoy think nothing has changed, she said. If he does start thinking something is off, he might kill us both anyway.
Right. But the only way to make this whole thing seem real would be to…
Moony growled low in his throat as he "caught" the human scent so near to him. Danger played along well, widening her eyes with the perfect amount of fear – I wonder how much of it is actually faked – and carefully shrinking away against the wall.
"Nice doggy," she whispered shakily, backing away slowly as Moony turned and began to stalk his "prey."
Nice doggy?
I never said improvisation was my strong point.
Remus closed his eyes for a second as he advanced, and jumped a little as a second vision offered itself – a brown and gray werewolf stalking him – no, her – he was seeing through Danger's eyes – and behind it – him –this is going to be hard to get used to – he could see Malfoy at the window, practically rubbing his hands together with anticipation.
Well, he seems to believe it. Let's keep going…
Before their little acting game could go any further, though, a crash sounded behind Remus. He spun around. Malfoy had disappeared. The boy Draco was still visible, shrinking back on his chair and staring wide-eyed at something on the floor nearby, something which suddenly rose up and became Naomi.
"He's knocked out, though I don't know how long it will last," she told Danger. "Just stand still. I need to get you out of there before Remus decides you're good prey again."
"No, it's okay…" Danger began.
NO! Remus shouted in her ear.
Danger screwed up her face. What?
Don't tell her anything. I'm still not sure of her loyalties.
Remus got an image of Danger rolling her eyes but ignored it. Instead, he turned back to stalking. Come on, play along.
Bossy. Danger backed away, her breath coming shorter. Are you always like this?
Constantly. Remus growled in short bursts, the wolf's version of laughter, as Danger backed herself into a corner. Ha-ha, I've got you now…
A door slammed open behind him. "STUPEFY!" shouted a powerful voice.
Outside interference. No fair.
"What'd you do to him?" Danger demanded of Naomi as the witch entered the room. She kneeled down beside Remus, relieved to see he was still breathing.
"He's stunned," Naomi said quietly, approaching them. "But I'm not sure how long it will last. I learned in Defense Against the Dark Arts that werewolves are semi-immune to most magics. Of course, you wouldn't know anything about Defense Against the Dark Arts…"
"I wouldn't be so sure of that," Danger said coolly, ignoring Naomi's raised eyebrow. "So what do we do now?"
Naomi threw a glance over her shoulder towards Draco, who was huddled in on himself, staring alternately at the spot where his father was presumably lying and in at Danger and Naomi. "There's something I need to do," she said quietly. "And it can't wait. Malfoy's little harnessing spell may not have been completed, but I don't know what he's done before all this."
"He's here, isn't he?" Danger said quietly, and not a bit fearfully.
Naomi raised the other eyebrow at her. "Who?"
"Oh, what's his name," Danger said impatiently. "Voldemort."
Naomi's jaw dropped. "You know about him?" she whispered, glancing at Remus' unconscious form. "He told you?"
"Yes," Danger replied. "He's told me many things. And I'm not as much of a Muggle as you believe I am."
"This is getting weirder and weirder," Naomi said to no one in particular.
You have no idea, Danger thought, mentally smirking.
"You're a witch, then?" Naomi asked.
"Not until very recently, but yes, I am."
You know, this story might have to wait until we're out of this place, came Remus' voice.
You're awake? Danger asked.
I am, but don't tell Naomi that just yet.
Well, what should I do, then?
Why don't you ask the Death Eater? Remus said rather bitterly. She seems to have all this planned out…
"All right, so you tell me," Danger said. "What should we do?" It might have been her imagination, but Naomi seemed to be looking at her oddly…
"Can you Apparate?" Naomi asked after a moment's thought. "Disappear from one place and appear in another?"
Danger shook her head. "No, not yet," she said regretfully. "I'm just a beginner magically."
"Well, that makes things harder." Naomi sighed. "Okay, the only chance I see of you making it out of here is by the front door. Narcissa – that's Lucius' wife – is probably either in bed or drinking herself into unconsciousness, so I don't think you'll have to worry about her. I'll take care of Lucius and… Voldemort," she said very quietly.
"Is there anything I can help with?"
Naomi looked at her in slight surprise. "Are you aware of the relationship Remus and I once had?"
"I am," Danger replied. "But I don't see how that answers my question."
"No, there is nothing you can do to help me. This is something I need to do. If for nobody else but myself," she added under her breath.
Danger nodded and looked over Naomi's shoulder to where Draco was now watching their exchange very closely. "What about him?"
Naomi looked at the little boy as well. "Honestly? I have no idea. With what he's seen tonight, I wouldn't be surprised if he has nightmares until his Hogwarts letter comes." She shook her head. "Malfoy always did have an odd idea of father-son bonding. I suppose the house-elf will take care of him, as much as it can… he's not really our problem, is he?"
"I'm going to make him my problem," Danger said. "I want to take him with me."
Remus' whole body twitched, making Naomi jump and stare. What? Why would you do that?
There has to be a reason he was in our dreams, Remus. And after what I've just seen, I'm not going to leave him here.
And what are you going to do when Narcissa Malfoy comes after you for kidnapping her son?
I'll deal with that as it comes.
Remus groaned. I'm in love with a madwoman.
You noticed. How sweet.
Naomi had transferred her stare back to Danger. "Where will you take him?"
"I haven't thought that far ahead," Danger admitted. "I just want to get out of here. With Draco, and with Remus. I'll figure out everything else later."
This is a bad idea, Remus said in a sing-song voice.
Shut it, Danger said.
Remus sighed, but said no more.
"All right, go ahead and take him," Naomi said, looking as though she was going to regret it. "Just get out of here, and fast. But no, wait – how are you going to deal with Remus?"
"Um," said Danger intelligently. Help?
Thought you wanted me to shut it?
Danger sent him a hard glare.
Alright, alright. Remus sighed silently. Tell Naomi you were experimenting with advanced spells and learned one that can keep me under control. Tell her it's a lot like the Imperius Curse, but not as illegal.
Danger did, and Naomi looked at her suspiciously. "What spell?"
"I don't know the name of it," Danger said. It's not a complete lie… "But I know the incantation. Remus showed it to me weeks ago. It's a non-verbal spell," she added at Remus' silent insistence.
"If you say so," Naomi said, still suspicious.
"May I see your wand?"
After a bit of hesitation, Naomi handed Danger her wand, and Danger waved it over Remus, closing her eyes in feigned concentration. A moment later, Remus slowly stood up, his eyelids heavy as he tried to make the bewitchment over him seem as real as he could. Danger smiled and gave Naomi back the wand. "I'll take him from here. Come on, Moony. Good boy."
First nice doggy, now good boy. You're determined to leave me no dignity at all, aren't you?
Of course. Danger led Remus from the room, leaving Naomi staring after them with a look of complete confusion on her face.
In the next room, just as Danger opened the door, she heard a small thump, the kind produced by a pair of bare feet hitting a carpeted floor. "Hello," she said, smiling at the small boy who was looking at her warily.
"Hi." Draco was standing behind his chair. "Who're you?"
"My name's Danger."
"Why do you have a werewolf? Is he your pet?"
Danger had to fight to keep her lips from twitching at the question and Remus' look of mortification. "No, not my pet. He's my friend. His name is Moony."
"Moony," Draco repeated slowly, as though remembering something. "Is he going to hurt me?"
"No," Danger answered. "He's very safe. He might even let you ride on his back if you wanted."
Excuse me, Remus said, sounding somewhat offended. Don't I get a say in this?
No.
Okay, then. I was just checking.
Draco slowly approached Remus, reaching out a cautious hand which Remus sniffed at politely. The boy looked up at Danger in wonder, resting his hand on the werewolf's head. "He's not biting me."
"I told you he was safe."
"Would he really let me ride him?"
"Yes, he will," Danger said.
Remus gave a small, defeated sigh, then cocked his head at Draco. Why doesn't he seem at all reluctant about trusting us? He's a Malfoy, and Malfoys as a rule don't trust anyone who's not pureblooded.
I don't know, but I don't think it's important right now. "Draco, would you like to come with us?"
Draco's face suddenly lit up with hope, but it disappeared almost immediately as he glanced over at his unconscious father.
"He won't come for you," Danger said. "I promise."
Draco looked doubtful about this, but he seemed to be considering what Danger was saying. "I could really come with you?"
"If you like," Danger said. I'm not about to force him to come.
"And can I play with the other kids?"
Remus blinked. I'm sorry, what?
Shh, Danger said. "What other kids, Draco?"
"The black-haired boy and the girl who looks like you and the little dark girl."
Harry, Neenie, and Meghan… but how does he know about them? Remus asked in confusion. Do you think it's possible that he's had the same dreams we have?
I suppose. "Yes," Danger said aloud to Draco. "They will be where we're going."
After a few moments of seemingly fierce internal debate, Draco nodded. "Okay. I'll go."
Remus frowned. That was easy. Too easy, if you ask me.
Must you always be so pessimistic?
After the night we've had, yes, I must.
Well, stop.
Yes, Queen of the Universe.
That's right, and don't you ever forget it.
I am really in trouble.
"Okay, Draco, we'll go right now," Danger said.
Draco hesitated, looking at Remus nervously. "Do I have to ride on him?" he asked.
"No, if you'd like, I could carry you."
"What's that?"
He's kidding, right?
No, I don't think he is, Remus said sadly. A lot of pureblooded children don't have any concept of what it is to be held or hugged or even loved in many cases. James and Naomi both came from decent pureblood families, but Sirius came from one much like the Malfoys. He had trouble getting a pat on the back without flinching away for years after I met him.
That's horrible.
Quite.
"For me to carry you, Draco, means that I would pick you up and hold you, and you wouldn't have to walk. Would you like me to show you?"
Draco nodded slowly, so Danger knelt down and beckoned him closer. He stiffened noticeably as she took him in her arms and stood again, and as she settled him on her hip, she noticed that he was giving her an odd look. "Would you rather walk instead?"
Shyly, Draco shook his head. Danger smiled at him, and he gave her a small smile back.
Okay, this is adorable, but we really need to get moving, Remus said.
Oh, right. Sorry. Danger stepped out of the room, holding Draco tightly, Remus at her heels. Which way?
Remus raised his nose and sniffed. Fresh air that way, he said, nodding in the right direction.
One or two wrong corners later, they found a staircase and went up it. They reached a door, went through it, and –
"Stay where you are," said a voice in the shadows.
Danger's heart fell to her feet as she turned around. Draco made a small, stifled sound in his throat. Oh, lovely, Remus said sarcastically. Danger, meet Narcissa Malfoy.
"Come with me, please," the slim blonde woman said, turning away from Danger, Remus, and her son stiffly and moving swiftly down another hall.
What more could possibly happen tonight? Remus asked as they entered a well-lit room.
Do you really want an answer to that? Danger asked.
No.
Narcissa closed the door and turned back around. She began to speak, and Danger had a flashback to something Naomi had said, and something she had thought at the time.
"This is getting weirder and weirder," Naomi had said.
"You have no idea," had been Danger's thought.
It seemed that Naomi wasn't the only one who'd had no idea how much weirder the night would become.
AN: Slowly but surely it's coming along. I'm actually rather happy with this chapter- it's a lot more than I can say of what I have of Resolutions right now. For those wondering, I have started the chapter for Resolutions, but I'm sure I'll be restarting it about ten times before I get it right. More Promises Forsaken either tonight or tomorrow, depending on who I get to edit. (Anne, you free? ;-)) Speaking of Anne, many, many thanks to her as always for editing and adding as she saw fit. One more chapter of Complicated. And if my ideas work like they should, it shouldn't be that long before the next update. Please review and let me know what you've thought so far!
Oh, and for anyone interested, I've got review replies for chapter twenty of Resolutions on my bio page. See ya!