Back to the "present" ;)... enjoy... there's a bit of french in this... but I'll translate at the end of the Chap :)... Review if you wanna... :D

By the time we'd got outside, night had already blanketed itself over the city of Lyon, cooling us a little from the vapid heat that liked so much to wallow inside of the airport. Remus clung to my arm, the light summer breeze playing his hair, staring at me through watered eyes.

"Please, you have to take me with you – I can't let you go alone."

I sighed and lowered my head to meet level with his.

"You see this building here." I cocked my head to the left, signalling to the piece of architecture that stood next to us, illuminated by green and purple lights, glowing against the dark background. "Beautiful, isn't it? And it let planes in and out of it, right?" He nodded in his wonderful childish disposition. "Now imagine if one of the planes came hurtling into it. It's not made to withstand that. You're like this building – if all of that magic; all of that horror came crashing into you, you wouldn't survive... and if you did, you definitely wouldn't be my Remus Lupin anymore."

"But, Siri... what if you get injured or die? I can't just be left waiting... left not knowing... alone... you're not strong enough to go it alone, either."

I sighed. "I'm also not strong enough to keep going if you got hurt; if you died, knowing that it'd been entirely my fault. Anyway, this is Wormtail we're talking about: he won't be able to get anywhere near me." My hand stroked his cheek "So don't you worry your pretty little head about it."

"Fine, but I need money."

I laughed and threw him my wallet. "There are some pre-signed cheques in the back as well."

He began to walk away, but I caught him and twirled him in my arms, to press his body hard against mine for a "goodbye" kiss. No... "So long"... Never "goodbye".

"It's only temporary, but get somewhere nice." I grinned, forming a small lupin flower between our clasped hands.

As we drew apart, he nuzzled his nose to it, smiling "You romantic fool, happy hunting."

I woke up on the slope of a tight valley, consumed by the greenery around me, head throbbing, arms, legs, torso cut and bruised, covered in a layer of dry, crispy blood. Raising to my feet and trying to compose myself, I couldn't quite recall what had happened earlier in the day... the night... yesterday...? But I sure as hell hoped that at least part of the blood belonged to Pettigrew, if not most of it – I had to have some battle scars to take home for Remus to tend to. I sighed and sat back down – it would be best to think about where I was and what happened last before I set off in the wrong direction. By the height of the sun, it was probably about midday. If I watched it for a few hours I could probably work out which way was north and remember a little in the time.

After an hour, I hadn't made much progress – all I could recollect was that Pettigrew threw a pretty big rock at my head in a fleeting attempt to get away from me and that I was somewhere in the west of France... somewhere... God, I was going be there for months... and then they'd find my rotting corpse... and Remus would kill himself... and the-

Suddenly a loud beep protruded from my pocket and had me jump.

"Oh, I have a phone, don't I? My bad..." I muttered to myself, trying to establish how it worked.

4 calls and 7 text messages? I smiled and shook my head as I scrolled through each one. So weary; so cute and he'd sweetly given me an address and a photo of the flat along with about 50 kisses.

But before I could even think of disapperating, I heard a high pitched voice call from higher up.

"Gene, regardez! Il y a un homme dans la vallée!"

A little girl, no older than about 9, stood on what looked like an old slate wall, was pointing at me, beginning to climb down the steep slope.

"Alicia! NON! ALICIA! ATTENDS-MOI!" bellowed a much deeper voice, appearing at the edge of the wall and clambering over it.

Without thinking I pulled my wand from my side – I'd supposedly killed more with it and it was the only way I was going to be able to ward them away and apparate peacefully. But they didn't seem discouraged and if anything it made the boy run faster.

"NE SE TOUCHEZ PAS!"

He ground to a hault infront of me as the girl grabbed the 18-year-old's hand and pulled him down to whisper something in his ear.

"Ah, oui, tu trouve?" He tilted his head to the side in thought "Mais, non. C'est une brindille."

She whispered again.

"Pourquoi? Évidement, il est fou!"

The girl leaned closer to look at the piece of wood I was grasping.

"Non, je sais que c'est vrai: c'est magique!"

I lowered my arm and sighed.

"Just fuck off"

But they kept on staring at me and muttering between themselves, as if discussing what to do with me. It was really getting on my nerves. I came to the conclusion that they'd already seen me there, so seeing me disapperate wouldn't really change anything, apart from the fact it'd put them both in to a mental hospital. But I was never going to see them again, so it didn't really bother me.

Within seconds I was standing outside of our new flat, pressing the bell with my forehead as I no longer had the energy to do it with the rest of my body. The door swung open and Remus squeezed me tightly.

"Siri, are you hurt? Don't tell me you're hurt. Did you get my messages? I was so worried."

I laughed quietly to myself and dragged myself to the sofa, collapsing on top of it in a heap of Sirius shaped mess.

"I'm not hurt, just tired – I chased Wormtail across France and then had to amuse some ignorant French children. The last of my energy was used up getting back here." I paused, and then through a heap of pillows, muttered "I'm liking the flat, Moons."

He bounded over and kissed my neck.

"I'm glad."

So, here's the French

"Gene, look! There's a man in the valley!"

"Alicia! No! Alicia! Wait for me!"

I think you can guess the next one ;)

"Really?"[The litteral meaning being "Ah, yes, you find?"] "No, it's a twig."

"Why? Obviously, he's mad."

"No, I know it's true: It's magical."

Oh, and for those who are used to the -e, -é and -er ends, -ez at the end of the verb simply means that it's a command rather than a statement...

Don't judge - I may be French but my spelling and the way I congregate sentences is sometimes off by a bit because I didn't grow up in France and am therefore not amazingly accustomed to the language :P