Roleplay
Once Remus decided he had to go destroy the remnants of Voldemort's werewolves, he needed to tell Luna what he had planned... My sincere thanks to the always wonderful lunatictide. :)
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The blood red moonstone pulsed as Remus closed his fingers over it and felt it push against his fist like a living thing. With a grim smile, he opened his hand again and touched the stone with his wand, whispering the spell to temporarily deactivate it. He had what he needed to find his prey, but he wasn’t looking forward to the hunt.
Shoving the stone into his pocket, he stared out across the sea at the sinking sun shining on the edge of the horizon and painting a path of molten gold back toward the shore. Now that he knew he had a way of tracking the wolves, he needed to tell Luna what he had planned. He wasn’t looking forward to that either.
Voldemort’s werewolves still haunted her dreams; though she didn’t talk about it, he knew it was true. Perhaps getting rid of the last of them would give her some peace as well. He hoped so. Everyone needed to heal and move on, and that wasn’t possible as long as these cruel reminders of Voldemort’s evil continued to cause pain everywhere they went. It needed to end. Now.
Turning away from the sea, he headed into the lighthouse to find Luna.
Luna was writing a lesson plan. Or rather, she was supposed to be writing a lesson plan. At the moment she was dreamily watching the setting sun illuminate a drop of water on the windowpane as he came into the room.
"Hello, Remus." It was a wonderful, miraculous thing, to see him every day. To be able to spend time with him, even in the smallest and quietest of ways. She got up and came over to kiss him.
"Did you enjoy the sunset?"
He smiled down at her as she came near, reaching out to gently caress a lock of her hair. “It’s beautiful, but not as beautiful as you.”
She stood on tiptoe to kiss him, simply because it was a rather nice feeling not to bend her neck. There was something about him, she thought, some thought or memory that did more than add to the burden of memories he already carried.
"You say the most beautiful things. Thank you." She liked the way his eyes seemed to warm before he smiled. Like light suffusing a cloud, slowly spreading until it all glowed. "Have you had tea yet?"
He shook his head. “No, not yet. I need to talk to you about something, but it can wait if you’d rather eat first.”
She lifted his hand to her cheek. "It's best if we talk now, then. I won't want anything to eat if I have to wait to hear good news." She thought for a moment. "Or bad news. What is it, love?"
Taking her arm, he led her across the room to perch on the foot of the bed. As she settled herself and turned expectantly to him, he said, “I’m afraid I have to go away for awhile. Hopefully I won’t be gone too long, but there’s no way to be sure.”
She digested this in silence for awhile. "Why do you have to go, Remus? Is something wrong? Is there anything that I can do to help you?"
She looked down at her hands in her lap. It seemed when the end of the war was announced, that she could relax, that life would be a broad and sunny path that sloped gradually and naturally toward the end. Now, it seemed that there were more obstacles in the way than ever before and unlike in war, the enemies were not so clear.
He smiled a fleeting smile. Of course she wanted to help, she always wanted to help, but he couldn’t allow it. Not this time. These creatures had caused her enough pain; he wasn’t going to give them a chance to hurt her again.
“During the last full moon, one of the werewolves that Dolph knows was killed by bounty hunters even though she was locked safely away and had taken Wolfsbane. The uproar begun by Voldemort’s renegade wolves has really intensified the general fear of werewolves, and things are getting out of hand.
“Supposedly the Ministry instigated this bounty to encourage people to help them capture and destroy the renegades, but what it’s really done is make it open season on any werewolf, and innocents are suffering.
“The Ministry isn’t making any headway in their quest to hunt down the real troublemakers. Whether they can’t find them or don’t really want to find them because the fear they stir up allows harsh Ministry regulations to remain in place, I don’t know, but things can’t be allowed to continue as they are.
“So I’ve decided to hunt down the wolves myself. I have plenty of experience fighting them, I know their weaknesses, and I have a means of finding them that the Ministry lacks. I’ve put it off long enough hoping that someone else would do the job, but I think I’ve always known that it would fall to me in the end.”
She took a long and shaky breath. In the end she suspected she'd known, too. He would take this on.
She didn't want him to go...but if he didn't go, wouldn't part of him be out there anyway? Wouldn't he begin to resent her for asking him to stay?
She reached out to draw him closer. "When do you have to go?"
Grateful that she wasn’t going to ask if she could come with him, he slipped his arm around her shoulders as hers slid around his waist, pulling them comfortably together.
“Tomorrow…the next day at the latest. There’s no point in putting it off. Every moment I wait there’s the potential for someone else to be hurt. I still need to tell Albus I’m going. School hasn’t started back up yet, but it will soon. Since I don’t know how long I’ll be gone, he might need to find a replacement for me.”
She fought the urge to beg him not to go. Instead she said, "All right. I’ll help you pack, beloved. But..." Her hand slid down his back and she kissed his neck. "Tomorrow." It was a whisper. "Tonight, let's just please ourselves."
Surprised, but relieved that she hadn’t asked more questions or offered any resistance to the idea of his going, he was quite willing to put everything associated with Voldemort’s werewolves off until tomorrow. If things didn’t go well in his hunt, tonight might be all they had, and the last thing he wanted to do was waste it.
“Whatever you wish, my lady,” he murmured softly as he drew her down onto the bed and kissed her gently. Tomorrow would come soon enough.
~~oOo~~
The blood red moonstone pulsed as Remus closed his fingers over it and felt it push against his fist like a living thing. With a grim smile, he opened his hand again and touched the stone with his wand, whispering the spell to temporarily deactivate it. He had what he needed to find his prey, but he wasn’t looking forward to the hunt.
Shoving the stone into his pocket, he stared out across the sea at the sinking sun shining on the edge of the horizon and painting a path of molten gold back toward the shore. Now that he knew he had a way of tracking the wolves, he needed to tell Luna what he had planned. He wasn’t looking forward to that either.
Voldemort’s werewolves still haunted her dreams; though she didn’t talk about it, he knew it was true. Perhaps getting rid of the last of them would give her some peace as well. He hoped so. Everyone needed to heal and move on, and that wasn’t possible as long as these cruel reminders of Voldemort’s evil continued to cause pain everywhere they went. It needed to end. Now.
Turning away from the sea, he headed into the lighthouse to find Luna.
Luna was writing a lesson plan. Or rather, she was supposed to be writing a lesson plan. At the moment she was dreamily watching the setting sun illuminate a drop of water on the windowpane as he came into the room.
"Hello, Remus." It was a wonderful, miraculous thing, to see him every day. To be able to spend time with him, even in the smallest and quietest of ways. She got up and came over to kiss him.
"Did you enjoy the sunset?"
He smiled down at her as she came near, reaching out to gently caress a lock of her hair. “It’s beautiful, but not as beautiful as you.”
She stood on tiptoe to kiss him, simply because it was a rather nice feeling not to bend her neck. There was something about him, she thought, some thought or memory that did more than add to the burden of memories he already carried.
"You say the most beautiful things. Thank you." She liked the way his eyes seemed to warm before he smiled. Like light suffusing a cloud, slowly spreading until it all glowed. "Have you had tea yet?"
He shook his head. “No, not yet. I need to talk to you about something, but it can wait if you’d rather eat first.”
She lifted his hand to her cheek. "It's best if we talk now, then. I won't want anything to eat if I have to wait to hear good news." She thought for a moment. "Or bad news. What is it, love?"
Taking her arm, he led her across the room to perch on the foot of the bed. As she settled herself and turned expectantly to him, he said, “I’m afraid I have to go away for awhile. Hopefully I won’t be gone too long, but there’s no way to be sure.”
She digested this in silence for awhile. "Why do you have to go, Remus? Is something wrong? Is there anything that I can do to help you?"
She looked down at her hands in her lap. It seemed when the end of the war was announced, that she could relax, that life would be a broad and sunny path that sloped gradually and naturally toward the end. Now, it seemed that there were more obstacles in the way than ever before and unlike in war, the enemies were not so clear.
He smiled a fleeting smile. Of course she wanted to help, she always wanted to help, but he couldn’t allow it. Not this time. These creatures had caused her enough pain; he wasn’t going to give them a chance to hurt her again.
“During the last full moon, one of the werewolves that Dolph knows was killed by bounty hunters even though she was locked safely away and had taken Wolfsbane. The uproar begun by Voldemort’s renegade wolves has really intensified the general fear of werewolves, and things are getting out of hand.
“Supposedly the Ministry instigated this bounty to encourage people to help them capture and destroy the renegades, but what it’s really done is make it open season on any werewolf, and innocents are suffering.
“The Ministry isn’t making any headway in their quest to hunt down the real troublemakers. Whether they can’t find them or don’t really want to find them because the fear they stir up allows harsh Ministry regulations to remain in place, I don’t know, but things can’t be allowed to continue as they are.
“So I’ve decided to hunt down the wolves myself. I have plenty of experience fighting them, I know their weaknesses, and I have a means of finding them that the Ministry lacks. I’ve put it off long enough hoping that someone else would do the job, but I think I’ve always known that it would fall to me in the end.”
She took a long and shaky breath. In the end she suspected she'd known, too. He would take this on.
She didn't want him to go...but if he didn't go, wouldn't part of him be out there anyway? Wouldn't he begin to resent her for asking him to stay?
She reached out to draw him closer. "When do you have to go?"
Grateful that she wasn’t going to ask if she could come with him, he slipped his arm around her shoulders as hers slid around his waist, pulling them comfortably together.
“Tomorrow…the next day at the latest. There’s no point in putting it off. Every moment I wait there’s the potential for someone else to be hurt. I still need to tell Albus I’m going. School hasn’t started back up yet, but it will soon. Since I don’t know how long I’ll be gone, he might need to find a replacement for me.”
She fought the urge to beg him not to go. Instead she said, "All right. I’ll help you pack, beloved. But..." Her hand slid down his back and she kissed his neck. "Tomorrow." It was a whisper. "Tonight, let's just please ourselves."
Surprised, but relieved that she hadn’t asked more questions or offered any resistance to the idea of his going, he was quite willing to put everything associated with Voldemort’s werewolves off until tomorrow. If things didn’t go well in his hunt, tonight might be all they had, and the last thing he wanted to do was waste it.
“Whatever you wish, my lady,” he murmured softly as he drew her down onto the bed and kissed her gently. Tomorrow would come soon enough.