Remus? Remus...

[Scoleciphobic]

The rest of the day goes by quickly. You somehow manage to get through the day without anything giving away your new status as a Death Eater. In fact, if you hadn’t been so busy trying to keep your arm nice and covered, the rest of the day was actually pleasant.

Now, as you sit eating dinner, you sigh peacefully and look around, carefully keeping your eyes off the Slytherin table. You flinch as you remember the event from this morning.

As your eyes land on Remus, you frown a little. He sits there, staring at his empty, clean plate. His face is pale and his eyes close in pain every few seconds.

“Remus?” you whisper, knowing everyone else is too busy talking about the up-coming Quidditch match.

He doesn’t reply. Instead, he crosses his arms and closes his eyes, moaning softly. No one else seems to notice.

You glance at your friends’ faces. Lily and Caroline are chatting about some guy in seventh year that happens to be in Ravenclaw. Shaking your head a little, you look at the guys just in time to see James glance from Remus, to you, and then back to Sirius who’s obsessing over one of the plays.

Frowning a little, you look back at Remus. Now he’s as white as one of the ghosts floating around.

“Remus?” you ask again, gently putting a hand on his shoulder.

He tenses and turns, growling. You flinch at the lack of humanity in his growl and quickly pull back your hand.

His eyes widen a little. “Sorry, Dreams…”

“You ok?” you ask softly.

He glances around. “Er…yeah, I’m fine. I’ve just got a stomach ache. I-I think I’ll go see Madame Pomfrey.”<br>
Before you can react, he jumps to his feet and bolts for the doors. You stare after him in shock before turning on James and Sirius.

“How could you two?” you hiss.

James looks startled at your anger. “How could we what?”<br>
“Ignore his pain!” you say, getting louder.

“Dreams—” Sirius starts, trying to calm you down.

“I mean bloody hell! He’s you’re friend!” you say, louder still.

“Dreams! Lower your—” James says, his voice sounding panicky as he glances around.

“You two are such…bastards!” you interrupt, narrowing your eyes and glaring.

Not waiting for a response, you get up from the table and quickly leave the Great Hall. Crossing your arms, you start walking faster, too angry to hear the sound of footsteps following you.

“Dreams! Dreams wait!”<br>
At the sound of Sirius’ voice, you sigh and slow down a bit. You already told him you would meet him in the Library. You can’t just back out now. One week is one thing, two or more is a completely different story. No one would let you ignore him that long.

“Dreams, please…” he says as he catches up to you.

Turning to look at him, you see his eyes are full of sadness while he has a pleading look on his face. You raise an eyebrow a little.

“Please what?” you ask.

He just shakes his head and grabs your hand. You tense a little and he must notice for he lets go of you. You see a hint of pain appear behind the sadness.

“Come with me,” he says and starts to walk away.

You follow after him, not really thinking about it. Just then it hits you how much you miss him. [iBut he dumped you saying you and Severus would be good together[/i], a nasty voice reminds you. Did he really dump you, or was he just over-reacting? I wish I could read his mind right now…

“Uh…Sirius? This isn’t the way to the Library…” you say, glancing around.

“We’re not going to the Library,” he replies monotonously. “I just said to meet me there…”

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You raise an eyebrow, staring suspiciously at his back. He doesn’t look back to see if you’re following, so you just sigh and look around before concentrating on the ground.

Suddenly you run into his back and stumble backwards. He still doesn’t look at you. Instead, he raises his wand and taps on the wall. Twice on one brick, once on the one diagonal to it, twice two below the first, and once diagonal on the other side: a diamond.

The bricks seem to melt into the floor as if from water. He still doesn’t look at you and steps into the opening. You follow, shaking your head a little.

You walk up a few (hundred) steps and into a room. It’s dark, and you can’t see Sirius anywhere.

“Sirius?” you whisper.

Suddenly a fire roars in the fireplace across the room and you blink at the sudden light. You gasp. The room you’re in is huge! The walls are bare except for the tapestries on the windows. The floor under your feet is covered in a lush, soft carpet. There are tons of black leather chairs with red velvet covers.

“Where are we?” you ask, still studying the room.

“My private little hideout…” Sirius says.

Suddenly you spot him sprawling on one of the velvet-covered couches. He’s watching you, the same sadness in his eyes that was there before. You frown and go to sit on one of the chairs across from you.

“Why did you ask me to come here?” you ask suddenly, staring at him.

“Because…we need to talk,” he says, sighing a little.

“No we don’t. You dumped me. What’s there to talk about?” you ask, mentally kicking yourself for letting your eyes fill with tears.

He reaches over and pulls you onto the couch next to him. He stares and your eyes and shakes his head.

“I didn’t dump you…”

“Yes you did, you said—” you start but are cut off by a light kiss.

“I was stupid and I didn’t mean it. But, Dreams, please tell me what’s wrong…” he asks, frowning a little.

“What do you mean? Nothing’s wrong,” you say, shrugging.

“Oh, come on. On the train you suddenly run to the bathroom, and when you come back you cry…there’s something wrong.”<br>
You tense a little and shrug. “No there’s not, I just didn’t have a good summer…”

He frowns a little and pulls you into his arms. You rest your head on his chest and sigh a little. You have to tell him about being engaged to his brother, about being a Death Eater. Now is the best time, you don’t know if you’re going out still or not.

You remain silent and just sigh. It’s actually rather comfortable, being here with him, and you don’t want to ruin it. It’s selfish, and you know it.

Suddenly your arm starts to burn. You jump off the couch.

“Dreams? What’s wrong?” Sirius asks, startled.

“I…uh…I forgot I still owe McGonagall that essay. Sorry…” you say, making for the exit.

He follows you. “Want me to help?”<br>
“No!” you snap, colder than you mean to. You notice his surprised look and sigh. “Sorry, I just want to get it done on my own.”<br>
He just nods a little and stops following after you. You keep going, breaking into a run once you’re out of his sight. Pushing up your sleeve, you stare at the Dark Mark. It’s a pitch black that it hasn’t been since Regulus first put it there.

Sighing a little, you point your wand at it and wait, not really knowing what will happen. It was just a thought that suddenly occurred to you; randomly.

Suddenly you feel a sharp pull at your naval and close your eyes. Being thrown down on the ground, you hear cold chuckles and open your eyes to find yourself in a ring of Death Eaters. You look around until your eyes lock on a pair of glowing red a foot above your own.

“What do we have here?” a cold voice asks.

“I gave her the Mark, my lord,” says Regulus coming out of the ring, his hood thrown back.

Voldemort nods once. “I see…so…Fuscienne…I suppose it is you we must thank for giving Carden his heir.”<br>
You flinch as if he smacked you and bite your lip.

“Ah, you don’t like remembering that your father raped you, do you?”<br>
“No, my lord,” you say monotonously although inside your screaming at him to stop.

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A low gasp comes from Regulus and he stares at you in shock. Voldemort looks at him. A cold smile spreads across the Dark Lord’s face.

“I see. Neither your parents, nor her father, told you, now did they? That little baby boy name Alexander, isn’t just her little brother. He’s also her son.” Turning to you, the cold smile is replaced with a cold smirk. “I do believe you owe us a thank you…”

“Thank you, my lord, for giving me the potion to keep my pregnancy a secret,” you say, still keeping your voice devoid of emotion, your features imitating it.

Voldemort just smiles that cold smile. “You may go. We have no need of you…for now.”<br>
You just nod in reply and point your wand back at the Dark Mark, waiting for the tug. You close your eyes once more, finding the whole thing a waste of your time.

Opening your eyes, you walk down the corridor and come face to face with a very furious looking Remus.

“What’s that?” he hisses, pointing at your arm.

You look down and see, to your horror, your sleeve is pulled back, revealing the Dark Mark. You glance back up and pull the sleeve down at the same time.

“I can explain, really, Remus,” you say nervously.

He glares at you. “I don’t even want to know. We trusted you, all of us…I can’t believe you could turn on us and join…them.”<br>
“Remus, it’s not my fault, I—”

“I said I don’t want to hear it, Death Eater.”<br>
“Remus, they—”

He just glares at you, then spits on your robes. “You’re worth less than my spit. Sirius is going to be heartbroken, and I swear I will kill you if you come near him after I tell him.”<br>
“My father raped me!!” you scream at him before starting to sob.

Instantly his attitude goes from hatred, to sympathetic and comforting. “He…he what?”<br>
“M-my father raped me…” you sob, falling against the wall and sliding down it.

He glances around and sits next to you, putting his arm around you, not knowing what to say.

“My little brother is my son…” you whisper, tears rolling down your cheeks.

Remus tenses and looks at you. “You…you…you were pregnant? Last year?”<br>
“Yes…”

“You didn’t show!” he exclaims.

“The Dark Lord gave me a potion to keep it a secret…” you say softly.

He winces at the mention and looks away. “Does Sirius know?”<br>
You shake your head and move in front of him, eyes widen in panic. “No…please don’t tell him, Remus. Not yet…I promise I’ll tell him…”

He just nods, and then looks at you suspiciously. “What other secrets are you keeping from us?”<br>
“I’m engaged…to Regulus…” you mutter, not meeting his gaze.

“You’re what!?” he yelps.

“I’m engaged…betrothed…whatever…” you meet his gaze. “I don’t want to be. I hate Regulus. He’s the one that gave me the Dark Mark tattoo…”

Remus stands up and helps you up as well. “I suppose I’ll help you cover up when…he…summons. But you have until Christmas holidays to tell Sirius…”

You nod and the two of you start towards the Gryffindor Common room, you filling him in on the nasty details of the secrets you finally shared late into the night.

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A/N: Hah. How’s that for an interesting update??? It makes up for that poor excuse for a chapter since it was so short. I am sorry about that.

You’ve got a kid. You’ve got a kid. Your brother is your son. *blinks* Sounds like you’re a hillbilly doesn’t it? Heh.

Sorry.

Review!

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Cody: *whines* Will someone unchain me? Please?

Remus: So you and Aaron can fight? No…<br>
Cody: Aw, c’mon! We won’t fight.

Aaron just glares at him.

Sirius: Right…<br>
Cody: *sighs* fine…we’ll just…verbally fight?

Aaron: *looks amazed* I didn’t know you knew that word…<br>
Cody: *glares* Shut up…<br>
James: Oh god…they’re not even unchained and they’re gonna fight

Orlando: I told you…<br>
James: You did not!

Orlando: Did too!

James: Did not!

Remus: *mutters towards Sirius* Maybe I should’ve chained them up too…<br>
Sirius: *watches* Yeah…we should chain James and Cody in that room *points to one* and Aaron and Orlando in that one *points to another one*

Remus: We should…