4Author: Werewolftrixie (WWT)
Story title: Violet Pain
Chapter title: "His Plan, Her Surprise"
Rating: PG-13... just in case... for now.
Genres: Romance, Drama, Tradgety
Characters: Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, OC
Pairing(s): Although it may seem like they were meant to be, this is NOT Remus/OC! It is (going to be) OC/ Sirius, Remus/ Sirius
Warnings: UnBeta-ed -ness, OC as major character, Marauders' era, slash
Beta: None: But I'd love for anyone to contact me via PM about wanting the position!
AN: I said it was coming soon! Is this soon enough for ya! Huh! Huh? Sorry, spazzy moment...
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Not even Amire and her stuffed wolf; the people in my brain owns those. Oi! You! Shut up! I'm trying to prattle off the important stuff to the wonderful readers! -raps on head-
Violet Pain
Part Four: His Plan, Her Surprise
Amire sat with her legs crossed indian-style- much to his dismay ("What will mother think with her sitting as such in a skirt!")- reading his reports one last time to edit for technical errors before he could edit for grammar. He thought to Sirius, whom his mother begrudgingly liked, and all his worries about her uncouth appearance disappeared. Sirius was, after all, much, much worse.
The two of them were in the lobby of the hospital, awaiting Remus's parents to arrive. And he, Remus Lupin, was pacing incessantly, his good shoes being worn down as he wore a trench in the tile floors. His 'sister' had long since given up on trying to halt this irritating habit.
Crashing to the floor with a harsh thudding noise, Remus groaned. He hadn't been watching where he was going and had tumbled over his trunk, which Amire had been so kind to carry down for him claiming that they might as well save the trip. With a sigh, she placed the scroll she had been examining delicately upon the side table to her left, and rolled her eyes as she moved to help him back to his feet. Hoisting his slight body up with ease, she tossed him backwards onto a loveseat and went back to her own chair to edit Moony's work some more.
She was more straight-lipped than per usual. Of course she's upset, he thought as he sent her a slight, apologetic smile, She thinks her first true friend is about to walk out of her life forever like everyone else she's ever been close to has in her past. He gave a grimace at the thought of how many had abandoned-whether intentionally or unintentionally- this girl he cared so much for, this girl he considered affectionately to be his sister. He could not let her down, too. Remus could only pray his parents would feel the same way as he.
Speak of the devils. His parents strode in through the front doors, his mother holding herself in her aged winter coat as the frigid air seeped through easily, causing her frail, slender frame to quake. The automatic doors closed silently behind the two adults and the warming charm placed over the room thankfully took effect again. Their financial status was fairly obvious given the threadbare appearance of the robes they donned. The pearly, loving smile of the woman canceled out all shabbiness, however.
"Remus!" She scurried forth, enveloping her son in a shockingly strong embrace.
"Mu-um!" he whined, attempting to escape her grip. Succeeding only after several minutes of humorous wiggling on his part, Remus went to Amire's side and sat himself on the arm of the plush chair. She had busied herself with the essays once more, feeling awkward given the family moment taking place in front of her.
"Mum, Dad, this is Amire," She looked up for a second, waved awkwardly and then emerced herself in the papers.
"The one you were always talking about in your letters?" Amire blushed a pale shade of pink and looked up expectantly at Remus. He'd turned a tad red himself. She'd stopped reading the letters between him and his family and only insisted on reading the notes from Sirius and the boys so she wouldn't know just how much he talked about her.
"Yes, Mother, that Amire," He clapped a hand on the girl's delicate, pale shoulder, "I'll be back in a second; I want to ask them something private, really quickly," he whispered in her ear. Getting to his feet, he crossed to his bewildered parents, ignoring Amire's curious, suspicious expression. She kept true to her promise, however, and thus he did not feel the familiar tug of her using legilimency.
Once he and his guardians were out of her earshot- or what he presumed was out of her earshot- he began to plead, whispering, with his parents.
"Please? Mum, Dad, Can't we take her with us!"
"What? Home you mean?" his father asked. Remus could tell by his father's tone that he had not been reading the letters as his mother had and was not aware that Amire was more of a sister; he thought his son was asking him to house his girlfriend. Remus glanced over his shoulder at Wolfie, only to meet an arched eyebrow and crisp violet eyes.
"Well we can't just leave her here!"
"Remus, Love, money is tight as it is, you know that. And school-"
"She already has all the books she needs, mum! She's been having to teach herself for years. She's practically ahead of me, even!"
"But I'm sure the next family she's set to go to would be devastated-"
"Mother! All the families she goes to end up only wanting the money they get paid to take care of her! It's cruel!"
"Remus, we don't have the money to adopt her right now,"
"Then foster her! Then you'll even get paid and she'll get the kind of life she deserves! Mum... I'm the only friend she's ever had. If she looses me... then she won't have anyone," desperate, Moony used his secret weapon: puppy-dog eyes.
"Well..." his mother pondered, giving in to the utterly adorable and little-used gesture, "Are you sure she'd even want to come live with us? You do have to consider what she wants, Remus,"
"I'm sure she would!" he replied, but panic was rising in his throat as he stopped to consider. He hadn't even thought of the off chance that Amire would rather go on as she was. He had simply presumed she'd enjoy being with him as his sister.
"What do you say Amire?" He turned to the girl, "Would you like to come with us-" Amire's eyes had been with for a few minutes, now. He'd never in all his time knowing her, seen her violet orbs become that open. She'd obviously heard the whole conversation. So much for stepping out of earshot...
"Amire?"
"Moony... I..." Amire was, for the first time in a long time, rather speechless.
"Well? Do you want to come live with me- with us- and be my," he paused for a second, having never actually called her such out loud, "My sister?"
"Remus," she stood slowly and abnormally shakily as she delicately set the parchment rolls down on the table. "I-"
"Oh, you don't? I mean it's fine if you don't want to come I mean it's only an offer and-" He rambled on, his voice cracking, heavy with disappointment half way through.
"Moons-" she stopped him as she took a step forward. He had begun to sniffle, his head bowed and looking at the floor. "It's just, are you sure?"
"What?" He raised his head back up, confusion painted across his features.
"I mean, I'm a lot to deal with. You know that. Are you sure you'd want me around? I wouldn't want to distract you from your studies or disrupt anything..."
"No! Of course I want you around! If anything, you'd help! I'm starting to actually understand Potions a bit better and you could actually help me study where as the others just try to distract me!"
"Well... I suppose it would be nice to have another go at going to school-" That was all it took for Remus to attack her with a great big "wolf" hug, catching her once again off guard. Slowly, he felt her arms wrap around him, hugging back. "But I haven't got a thing packed! It'll-"
"Already done!"
"What- So that's why you were acting suspicious all day! You were packing every time I left the room!" She was met by a broad, mischievous grin. This time it was he who was surprised with a hug.
"Thank you, Moony," she whispered in his ear, barely audible enough for even his keen ears to register. "But if all my books and clothes and things are just tossed in my trunk in a disarray and not neatly, I'm going to kill you. You have no clue how hard it is to iron one of those old corsets!" She said jokingly, though only Remus could tell she was not serious.
"I promise I was neat!" he chuckled, "Come on, let's go fetch that trunk," Tugging on her arm, he dragged her down the length of the hall to the elevator, grinning all the way. As he looked back at her, keeping up well considering the motion had startled her, Remus couldn't help but notice something.
Amire was actually smiling.
AN: Sorry it's so short, but you just got a 20 page long one last chapter, so you shouldn't be complaining. Next may take a bit longer as it isn't finished at the moment.
Is no one going to try the challenge from a few chapters ago? No? Well, fine then, you'll find out eventually. -pouts-