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worldfromafar) wrote2007-10-27 12:11 pm
worldfromafar) wrote2007-10-27 12:11 pm
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Full moon & the morning after...
ooc: First part is backdated to last night (full moon). Second part is open to anyone in the house.
The previous evening Remus had left Grimmauld so he could go to Headquarters and use the room in the basement that Sirius had prepared a couple of months ago for him. He had kept to himself, not wanting to disturb or bother the occupants there, and once he was locked in the room he added silencing and protection charms so he would keep himself as isolated as possible in case the wolf decided to try and make a break for it. No one would be able to hear him or approach the door, on either side, until the morning when the charms would lift on their own.
Tonks had stayed with Maisie, to accompany her during her transformation, which Remus understood and preferred. He didn't want their little girl to spend another transformation alone ever again, and he felt more at ease that she and James would be there keeping her company. If things things were 'normal' in this transformation of his, and if things in general were back to normal, he would suggest an outing the next month and the months after that. The Marauders, Scorpius and Maisie (and even Harry and Tonks if they wanted to join them) would be able to enjoy the outdoors on a full moon how they had done so many years ago.
It was that thought that he tried to concentrate on as his body started to shift. On his family. His friends. On hope that he was wrong, and that his transformations could be controlled once more by the Wolfsbane potion...
The pain he was so used to, yet unfamiliar still in some ways, took over as he transformed and for the first few minutes his mind seemed to go blank. As far as Remus was concerned there was nothing. No light. No sounds. Just a blinding darkness and a deafening silence.
...and then it happened. His hearing and vision cleared and his mind was back even if his human form wasn't. He, the wolf he changed into, was on the same spot, laying down against the wall.
The wolf had taken over, only briefly, but not long enough to try anything against others. The door had been charmed on his end to shock him should he try to go near it - he would rather hurt himself than hurt others, honestly - and nothing of the sort had happened. He was just restless, wanting to run freely how he had been thinking of earlier and how he had done so many years ago with his best friends.
But that would have to wait. The relief that he was feeling was enough to appease that restlessness for the rest of the night.
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How he had managed to make it back to Grimmauld the next morning he would never really know.
As soon as he transformed back to normal and was able to stand on his own he had changed into some clean clothes before making his way back home. Tonks was supposed to show up later to help him apparate back, once she had gotten Maisie settled, but Remus refused to wait. It was a lot to gamble, trying to apparate even if he hadn't slept and his body was trying to adjust, but that didn't matter. It didn't matter how much his body was shaking as it readjusted, how sore or agitated he was, or how his brow was sweating slightly from all the effort and strain he was putting his body through after a transformation.
None of that mattered. He just wanted to make sure Maisie was all right, and he wanted to share the news that things had been mostly normal. As close to normal as he could ever ask for and that made him so happy no matter how he felt or might look.
Normal. As he walked as quietly and as quickly as he could into the house so he could look for Tonks he couldn't help but smile very faintly as the word popped into his head. He was really starting to love that word, and that concept, far more than he had ever done in the past.
The previous evening Remus had left Grimmauld so he could go to Headquarters and use the room in the basement that Sirius had prepared a couple of months ago for him. He had kept to himself, not wanting to disturb or bother the occupants there, and once he was locked in the room he added silencing and protection charms so he would keep himself as isolated as possible in case the wolf decided to try and make a break for it. No one would be able to hear him or approach the door, on either side, until the morning when the charms would lift on their own.
Tonks had stayed with Maisie, to accompany her during her transformation, which Remus understood and preferred. He didn't want their little girl to spend another transformation alone ever again, and he felt more at ease that she and James would be there keeping her company. If things things were 'normal' in this transformation of his, and if things in general were back to normal, he would suggest an outing the next month and the months after that. The Marauders, Scorpius and Maisie (and even Harry and Tonks if they wanted to join them) would be able to enjoy the outdoors on a full moon how they had done so many years ago.
It was that thought that he tried to concentrate on as his body started to shift. On his family. His friends. On hope that he was wrong, and that his transformations could be controlled once more by the Wolfsbane potion...
The pain he was so used to, yet unfamiliar still in some ways, took over as he transformed and for the first few minutes his mind seemed to go blank. As far as Remus was concerned there was nothing. No light. No sounds. Just a blinding darkness and a deafening silence.
...and then it happened. His hearing and vision cleared and his mind was back even if his human form wasn't. He, the wolf he changed into, was on the same spot, laying down against the wall.
The wolf had taken over, only briefly, but not long enough to try anything against others. The door had been charmed on his end to shock him should he try to go near it - he would rather hurt himself than hurt others, honestly - and nothing of the sort had happened. He was just restless, wanting to run freely how he had been thinking of earlier and how he had done so many years ago with his best friends.
But that would have to wait. The relief that he was feeling was enough to appease that restlessness for the rest of the night.
How he had managed to make it back to Grimmauld the next morning he would never really know.
As soon as he transformed back to normal and was able to stand on his own he had changed into some clean clothes before making his way back home. Tonks was supposed to show up later to help him apparate back, once she had gotten Maisie settled, but Remus refused to wait. It was a lot to gamble, trying to apparate even if he hadn't slept and his body was trying to adjust, but that didn't matter. It didn't matter how much his body was shaking as it readjusted, how sore or agitated he was, or how his brow was sweating slightly from all the effort and strain he was putting his body through after a transformation.
None of that mattered. He just wanted to make sure Maisie was all right, and he wanted to share the news that things had been mostly normal. As close to normal as he could ever ask for and that made him so happy no matter how he felt or might look.
Normal. As he walked as quietly and as quickly as he could into the house so he could look for Tonks he couldn't help but smile very faintly as the word popped into his head. He was really starting to love that word, and that concept, far more than he had ever done in the past.
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"Good," he said softly as he brought her close to him. "Because I've missed you. And we could both use the rest, I think."
With his free hand he reached to caress her cheek, his skin already somewhat warm again. "How are you feeling? With...the baby? Any morning sickness yet?"
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But when he held her like this... and touched her like that... and when his blue eyes took her in their gaze... quite that way, and his voice so tender...
She just...
Forgot.
Possibly because her heart was swelling; possibly because her breath caught a little bit at his words.
"Missed you too..." she swallowed. Then gently shook her head. "No... outside that... morning last week, nothing serious. The fact that I've been eating and sleeping little before, and that I'm trying to be good and go at things more regularly than usual - between the two 'extremes', my nausea is... controllable." She smiled.
"Oddly enough, staying up all night on a shift, or like last night, kinda helps. In the morning I'm just too tired to bother or something." She wiggled a little till she was really comfortably curled against him, carefully.
"'m fine. Baby's too little to be felt... more like... I just get tired a bit faster or something. Just too much running around for me to notice it." And an open, honest look. "I'm feeling good. Even better now that you're here."
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"Good, I'm glad it's controllable." His voice lowered a bit more as he held her closer, almost murmuring into her hair. "You need to rest and take it easy too, you know... For both you and the baby."
Once she seemed to be comfortable, he kissed her forehead very softly, tightening his hold on her for a brief moment. "I love you, my Dora..."
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And if they start to make the front of his clothes sloshy, she most definitely will break out of the hug to take care of that!
"Except for that morning, yeah." She smiled; at the feel of his body close, and recovering; at the sound of his voice, quiet, tired, but warm. At his words. Without really sitting up and away, she pulled the cover over them. "I will. Try to take it easy, I mean. And we can get about resting and together."
Then his words made a soft warmth spread around her heart. She looked up at him and kissed the tip of his chin. "Same here, you know. With fluffy little ribbons and flowers and ruffles and little cupids and bows and arrows, and without them, and with... well, whichever way comes around. I love you."
Yes. Tonks was babbling - may be from relief.
Shocking, wasn't it?
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But what she said caused him to chuckle, a very low but happy chuckle at the bottom of his throat as his eyes closed. "Fluffy ribbons and ruffles and all that...?"
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