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Author/Artist:faerieMagic07
Title:Obliviated
Rating & Warnings: None
Word Count: 2305
Prompt(s):
4. "The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep."
Robert Frost, "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening"
19. Dear Diary
42. Living together.
Summary: Remus wakes up after being oblivited recalling nothing of what happened for the previous year. Tonks is devastated that her fiancee did not remember their romance.
Notes: Sorry this is really low quality, but this is the best I can do with the time-constraints. Why rt-morelove did not appear on my alert, I still don't know.
It was already morning. He knew by the cold feeling of dew that made him hug his blanket tighter. Not yet. He didn't want to open his eyes just yet. It was really comfortable when someone was stroking his head. And there was that scent of faint cherry in the air. Which reminded him of good things.
Remus slowly opened his eyes. It was a typical morning, only there was something very strange going on. Then it hit him. Somebody was stroking his head.
In the fit of self-defense, he said sharply, "What are you doing?" to the person beside his bed. It must have been Sirius who's favourite sport was to irritate him again just because he was bored. But when he looked up, he saw a different face… It was Nymphadora.
"What are you doing?!" he said in a different tone now.
His frown became more pronounced, then upon noticing that Sirius was also beside the bed, he looked at him for explanations.
Sirius was looking at him worriedly, putting his hand on his forehead. "Are you feeling alright? Do you feel pain anywhere?"
"What's going on Sirius?"
"We've been attacked. We only barely got you out of the fight," said Sirius, distress in his voice apparent.
Remus tried to rise. "Well then, we need to work. Where is Kingsley? What is being done to-"
"But sweetheart, you mustn't move!" Nymphadora laid her arms to his shoulders to stop him from getting up.
And that was it right there. The word dropped like a bomb of electricity that was sure to make Remus' neural electrolytes short-circuit. Remus backed away by reflex.
There was a look of hurt in Tonks' eyes. "Remus, darling? Don't you remember me?"
He felt a familiar jolt in his stomach. The one that usually happens when Nymphadora is around. Only this time it was herd Hypogriff stomping.
He looked at the calendar. April 1, 1999. It was one year in advance. Sweet Merlin. He clutched his head in confusion.
.oOo.
Thirty minutes later…
"I told you a thousand times already! We had a fight with some Death-eaters and Bellatrix took a clean hit on your head with an obliviation spell. You were about to get married to my cousin here but then Bellatrix wanted revenge, so she obliviated you and now you can't remember anything about your sappy love romance for each other!" Sirius half-shouted on the other side of the door.
"Since when did I agree to marry anybody?!" said Remus. His back desperately pushed against the door of the library to stop it from opening. While people came thundering from the outside, banging with their fists. And by people, he meant Nymphadora and Sirius.
What happened to the world? Yesterday, they were just eating toast in the kitchen talking, fully pushing down his feelings for the sake of world peace, then next morning, it's like a bomb has gone off. Now apparently, he had already been living together with Tonks for 6 months? ("6 months," echoed Sirius.)
"Why won't you listen to me? My cousin loves you! You're suffering from after-obliviation syndrome mate. You're not yourself," said Sirius.
"I would found Schizophrenia as a more believable explanation. I simply do not believe this! You put amortentia on her drink that made her want to marry me."
"Oh you. You and your silly ideas. What makes you think it was you and not Tonks who put amortentia on your drink?"
Remus blinked. Sirius tried to explain the concept via extreme hand gestures and picture-painting. But it was like doing a charade trying to explain the concepts of calculus to a six-year-old. His face was so blank you might have thought Sirius was speaking in a foreign language he did not understand. (It also didn't help that he was on the other side of the door.)
It was after three gulps later that he noticed he was still clutching the notebook Tonks had given him earlier. She said earlier it was really lucky she kept a diary and it was just what the situation needed, whereupon Remus insisted they show him a journal he wrote himself. They just replied and said it was a good idea, and could he please get it?)
His hand shook heavily when he finally got the guts to open the notebook…
November 16, 1998
Dear Diary,
What are you looking at? You might be saying why do I keep a diary, and what
are blog-parchments for? Why? Why not? And no this is not a journal either. Journals are for tweedy upper-lipped people who can't be bothered with admitting that writing a diary also improves your maturity just as much as any other mental activities.
Anyway, I wrote because I just wanted to report that I may have, must have been my imagination, perhaps, fancy a certain professor who has one of his hand on a book, the other on a newspaper just reading by the fire of the library, so peaceful and serene. Yet he would immediately have dropped it off if he saw someone asking for his help.
November 28, 1998
Journal Entry 1
Okay, I admit that the Diary premise was too melodramatic. And everyone knows I'm anything but melodramatic. And no. It wasn't me who cried when one Chudley Canon member decided to leave.
Anyway, I'm writing because across the room, Remus is in one of his vices, he's sitting there again with a hot mug of chocolate in his hand and a good book. I am gathering up my courage to ask him out. No, not ask him out ask him out. Just ask him out to Diagon Alley to get kitchen supplies Molly asked me to. I know. Pathetic. If he declines and says he's infinitely busy, it means he doesn't have an inkling of inclination for me. If however, he says he'd gladly go, it means he's a really kind person. That make sense to you? Good.
Oh, crap. This is a journal. Not a diary. I'm just very glad Remus is not ever going to read this or this will be full of red marks. Here I go, I'm getting up.
Night.
A most interesting had happened when we went to the Diagon alley. There were a lot of people really protesting about the werewolf rights. I tensed when I saw it, but Remus held my arm. Said he was preventing me from jumping right on the flock of protesters. I told him we should just grab a drink and laugh about it but while we were enjoying in our seats, we heard a shout from somewhere.
I went inside the commotion because I was an Auror, Remus because he was overly curious. Just joking. He wanted to see if he could do something about it, probably his reason though he never said a thing.
Then we found this eighteen-year-old kid being accused of theft. But I questioned the accuser, it was a middle-aged woman who looked like she was a mother of six and her job in life was to fuss over them, and she just said she really suspects the child to be the one who stole her wallet. Well I stuck up for the kid. Said if there is no evidence then she's as clean as anybody. (Although a bath or two would not have been useless) But the woman wouldn't give up and mentioned she saw the bite mark on her left thigh. I told her I noticed it too but it was insignificant. She looked at me as if she would just burst. And shouted, "Insignificant?!!!" so that the whole population within ten mile radius would have heard.
The bottom-line is, Remus offered his cottage for her to sleep in for the night. I was very thankful on how things turned out.
November 29, 1998
Journal Entry 2
You would not believe what just happened today! (Oh no, I keep forgetting this is a journal and not a diary. ) This morning I just had the most terrible dream. I was going to Remus' house with some food. I really thought I was really awake and it wass already morning! So I marched in there armed with some pasta and I just knocked.
The door creeked open and an iritated Remus greeted me. Well, he did not actually greet me. He just frowned with his cold cold eyes and told me through it to go away.
But I was in denial about it so I asked him "what's going on?"
Then somebody called him from behind saying, "Remus, darling, who is it?"
When I opened the door, the girl we met from the Diagon Alley appeared and she was only wearing Remus' cardigan. And I thought, hey! I call dibs on that jumper! It's colour fits me better! Shirt-stealer.
I asked again, "What's going on?" in a different tone. A shaky tone.
That's when he sighed and said, "Look Tonks, She's a werewolf and I'm a werewolf. We're just the same species with benefits."
"NOOOOOOO!!!!!" I screamed so loud it finally woke me up.
I lost no time to shake Sirius awake. (Apparently, it was just eleven oclock that night) and told him to use his powers to get us invited to Remus' cottage as well. I don't care if he dances like a can-can, I'd still push him to do it.
We were sneaking behind a bush before we went to knock on the door. When Remus opened the door by a fraction, there was that tell-tale frown on his face. I thought we were going to be driven away, but Sirius squirmed his way inside. When Remus finally sighed and opened the door(just like in my dream), I immediately ran towards the center to see if his lovely jumper was still hanging on the pegs just like it used to. I was relieved to see it was still there.
Next thing I know, we were dancing in his living room, laughing at what the muggles call witches on how they draw circles on the ground and performed queer things.
That was when I walked right into a room were they were about to kiss.
I dropped my pasta plate I was going to give Remus to. I went to exit the te-te-a-te-te, probably blubbering, "I'm sorry for interrupting."
I heard Remus say "Nymphadora! Wait!"
That's when I knew I wasn't dreaming. He only called me Tonks in my dreams.
I was already running by the moors outside his house. It was snowing. There were crunching in my boots, and snow that kept getting to my eyes every once in a while. But I didn't really care because I could always perform a warming charm. I just thought it would be nice to reach the woods just a little far off from his house.
Remus apparrated nearer and nearer until he caught my hand. He was really out of breath, but he didn't let go of my hand. Then he said the most wonderful things, about him and me.
Remus read further. About how things get better between them until they finally decided to live together. He was brought back to reality by a fit of sobbing just outside the door.
"Remus, please. Please believe us," plead Tonks' voice in the background.
The very thought of Nymphadora and him together made things squirm in his stomach. He wanted it to squirm again. He shook his head to stop the onslaught on the herd of ideas dumped into his imagination.
Then on the other side of the door, Nymphadora started to cry.
"Tonks, don't cry dear, please don't cry," said Sirius.
"I can't," sobbed Tonks, "I can't help it Sirius, last night, last night, he was saying like I'm the most beautiful girl in the world, then now he's so cold. He doesn't even think I'm desirable. He even says it's impossible! It just hurts!"
"I didn't mean it like that, Tonks. I meant only that nobody in their right mind would…"
"would want me?!" Tonks cried harder. Remus heard her blowing her nose on a tissue. "And now what are we going to do? What with the baby coming, and the father not taking the responsibility?" wailed Nymphadora emphatically.
But then the situation finally sunk in to him. "Th..the baby?" said Remus nervously.
"Yes," she sniffed. "The baby."
"Don't worry, Tonks, you're my cousin. I'll be here. I'll raise him," said Sirius.
The door slowly opened and out came Remus, with his head bent low in remorse. "I'm sorry, Tonks. I only wished you had something better. But now what have I done?" he put a hand to his face. "But no matter, I will take responsibility…" He put a hand to Tonks' stomach. "This must be a precious little thing, and smiled deeply that reached his eyes.
Then suddenly, both of them burst out laughing.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," said Sirius, who was already on the floor laughing hysterically. "I couldn't hold it much longer."
"I know! Told you he would fall for it." said Tonks. Only she could not get a word out without stopping she was already holding her stomach she could barely breath.
"What's going on?"
"Happy April fools, Remus!" said Tonks.
"Wha-"
"He will never hear the end of it. Hahaha. Did you see the look in his face?" said Sirius to Tonks as they walked towards the kitchen for their dinner
"You owe me Sirius," he heard Tonks say.
Remus watched as they moved forward apparently already forgetting him.
"Remus, aren't you coming?" said Tonks, as she was about to close the door.
"C..coming." said Remus. He hesitated for a second, then moved forward to follow her. A thousand things entered his thoughts that night, it would have killed him if he showed it.
Title:Obliviated
Rating & Warnings: None
Word Count: 2305
Prompt(s):
4. "The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep."
Robert Frost, "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening"
19. Dear Diary
42. Living together.
Summary: Remus wakes up after being oblivited recalling nothing of what happened for the previous year. Tonks is devastated that her fiancee did not remember their romance.
Notes: Sorry this is really low quality, but this is the best I can do with the time-constraints. Why rt-morelove did not appear on my alert, I still don't know.
It was already morning. He knew by the cold feeling of dew that made him hug his blanket tighter. Not yet. He didn't want to open his eyes just yet. It was really comfortable when someone was stroking his head. And there was that scent of faint cherry in the air. Which reminded him of good things.
Remus slowly opened his eyes. It was a typical morning, only there was something very strange going on. Then it hit him. Somebody was stroking his head.
In the fit of self-defense, he said sharply, "What are you doing?" to the person beside his bed. It must have been Sirius who's favourite sport was to irritate him again just because he was bored. But when he looked up, he saw a different face… It was Nymphadora.
"What are you doing?!" he said in a different tone now.
His frown became more pronounced, then upon noticing that Sirius was also beside the bed, he looked at him for explanations.
Sirius was looking at him worriedly, putting his hand on his forehead. "Are you feeling alright? Do you feel pain anywhere?"
"What's going on Sirius?"
"We've been attacked. We only barely got you out of the fight," said Sirius, distress in his voice apparent.
Remus tried to rise. "Well then, we need to work. Where is Kingsley? What is being done to-"
"But sweetheart, you mustn't move!" Nymphadora laid her arms to his shoulders to stop him from getting up.
And that was it right there. The word dropped like a bomb of electricity that was sure to make Remus' neural electrolytes short-circuit. Remus backed away by reflex.
There was a look of hurt in Tonks' eyes. "Remus, darling? Don't you remember me?"
He felt a familiar jolt in his stomach. The one that usually happens when Nymphadora is around. Only this time it was herd Hypogriff stomping.
He looked at the calendar. April 1, 1999. It was one year in advance. Sweet Merlin. He clutched his head in confusion.
.oOo.
Thirty minutes later…
"I told you a thousand times already! We had a fight with some Death-eaters and Bellatrix took a clean hit on your head with an obliviation spell. You were about to get married to my cousin here but then Bellatrix wanted revenge, so she obliviated you and now you can't remember anything about your sappy love romance for each other!" Sirius half-shouted on the other side of the door.
"Since when did I agree to marry anybody?!" said Remus. His back desperately pushed against the door of the library to stop it from opening. While people came thundering from the outside, banging with their fists. And by people, he meant Nymphadora and Sirius.
What happened to the world? Yesterday, they were just eating toast in the kitchen talking, fully pushing down his feelings for the sake of world peace, then next morning, it's like a bomb has gone off. Now apparently, he had already been living together with Tonks for 6 months? ("6 months," echoed Sirius.)
"Why won't you listen to me? My cousin loves you! You're suffering from after-obliviation syndrome mate. You're not yourself," said Sirius.
"I would found Schizophrenia as a more believable explanation. I simply do not believe this! You put amortentia on her drink that made her want to marry me."
"Oh you. You and your silly ideas. What makes you think it was you and not Tonks who put amortentia on your drink?"
Remus blinked. Sirius tried to explain the concept via extreme hand gestures and picture-painting. But it was like doing a charade trying to explain the concepts of calculus to a six-year-old. His face was so blank you might have thought Sirius was speaking in a foreign language he did not understand. (It also didn't help that he was on the other side of the door.)
It was after three gulps later that he noticed he was still clutching the notebook Tonks had given him earlier. She said earlier it was really lucky she kept a diary and it was just what the situation needed, whereupon Remus insisted they show him a journal he wrote himself. They just replied and said it was a good idea, and could he please get it?)
His hand shook heavily when he finally got the guts to open the notebook…
November 16, 1998
Dear Diary,
What are you looking at? You might be saying why do I keep a diary, and what
are blog-parchments for? Why? Why not? And no this is not a journal either. Journals are for tweedy upper-lipped people who can't be bothered with admitting that writing a diary also improves your maturity just as much as any other mental activities.
Anyway, I wrote because I just wanted to report that I may have, must have been my imagination, perhaps, fancy a certain professor who has one of his hand on a book, the other on a newspaper just reading by the fire of the library, so peaceful and serene. Yet he would immediately have dropped it off if he saw someone asking for his help.
November 28, 1998
Journal Entry 1
Okay, I admit that the Diary premise was too melodramatic. And everyone knows I'm anything but melodramatic. And no. It wasn't me who cried when one Chudley Canon member decided to leave.
Anyway, I'm writing because across the room, Remus is in one of his vices, he's sitting there again with a hot mug of chocolate in his hand and a good book. I am gathering up my courage to ask him out. No, not ask him out ask him out. Just ask him out to Diagon Alley to get kitchen supplies Molly asked me to. I know. Pathetic. If he declines and says he's infinitely busy, it means he doesn't have an inkling of inclination for me. If however, he says he'd gladly go, it means he's a really kind person. That make sense to you? Good.
Oh, crap. This is a journal. Not a diary. I'm just very glad Remus is not ever going to read this or this will be full of red marks. Here I go, I'm getting up.
Night.
A most interesting had happened when we went to the Diagon alley. There were a lot of people really protesting about the werewolf rights. I tensed when I saw it, but Remus held my arm. Said he was preventing me from jumping right on the flock of protesters. I told him we should just grab a drink and laugh about it but while we were enjoying in our seats, we heard a shout from somewhere.
I went inside the commotion because I was an Auror, Remus because he was overly curious. Just joking. He wanted to see if he could do something about it, probably his reason though he never said a thing.
Then we found this eighteen-year-old kid being accused of theft. But I questioned the accuser, it was a middle-aged woman who looked like she was a mother of six and her job in life was to fuss over them, and she just said she really suspects the child to be the one who stole her wallet. Well I stuck up for the kid. Said if there is no evidence then she's as clean as anybody. (Although a bath or two would not have been useless) But the woman wouldn't give up and mentioned she saw the bite mark on her left thigh. I told her I noticed it too but it was insignificant. She looked at me as if she would just burst. And shouted, "Insignificant?!!!" so that the whole population within ten mile radius would have heard.
The bottom-line is, Remus offered his cottage for her to sleep in for the night. I was very thankful on how things turned out.
November 29, 1998
Journal Entry 2
You would not believe what just happened today! (Oh no, I keep forgetting this is a journal and not a diary. ) This morning I just had the most terrible dream. I was going to Remus' house with some food. I really thought I was really awake and it wass already morning! So I marched in there armed with some pasta and I just knocked.
The door creeked open and an iritated Remus greeted me. Well, he did not actually greet me. He just frowned with his cold cold eyes and told me through it to go away.
But I was in denial about it so I asked him "what's going on?"
Then somebody called him from behind saying, "Remus, darling, who is it?"
When I opened the door, the girl we met from the Diagon Alley appeared and she was only wearing Remus' cardigan. And I thought, hey! I call dibs on that jumper! It's colour fits me better! Shirt-stealer.
I asked again, "What's going on?" in a different tone. A shaky tone.
That's when he sighed and said, "Look Tonks, She's a werewolf and I'm a werewolf. We're just the same species with benefits."
"NOOOOOOO!!!!!" I screamed so loud it finally woke me up.
I lost no time to shake Sirius awake. (Apparently, it was just eleven oclock that night) and told him to use his powers to get us invited to Remus' cottage as well. I don't care if he dances like a can-can, I'd still push him to do it.
We were sneaking behind a bush before we went to knock on the door. When Remus opened the door by a fraction, there was that tell-tale frown on his face. I thought we were going to be driven away, but Sirius squirmed his way inside. When Remus finally sighed and opened the door(just like in my dream), I immediately ran towards the center to see if his lovely jumper was still hanging on the pegs just like it used to. I was relieved to see it was still there.
Next thing I know, we were dancing in his living room, laughing at what the muggles call witches on how they draw circles on the ground and performed queer things.
That was when I walked right into a room were they were about to kiss.
I dropped my pasta plate I was going to give Remus to. I went to exit the te-te-a-te-te, probably blubbering, "I'm sorry for interrupting."
I heard Remus say "Nymphadora! Wait!"
That's when I knew I wasn't dreaming. He only called me Tonks in my dreams.
I was already running by the moors outside his house. It was snowing. There were crunching in my boots, and snow that kept getting to my eyes every once in a while. But I didn't really care because I could always perform a warming charm. I just thought it would be nice to reach the woods just a little far off from his house.
Remus apparrated nearer and nearer until he caught my hand. He was really out of breath, but he didn't let go of my hand. Then he said the most wonderful things, about him and me.
Remus read further. About how things get better between them until they finally decided to live together. He was brought back to reality by a fit of sobbing just outside the door.
"Remus, please. Please believe us," plead Tonks' voice in the background.
The very thought of Nymphadora and him together made things squirm in his stomach. He wanted it to squirm again. He shook his head to stop the onslaught on the herd of ideas dumped into his imagination.
Then on the other side of the door, Nymphadora started to cry.
"Tonks, don't cry dear, please don't cry," said Sirius.
"I can't," sobbed Tonks, "I can't help it Sirius, last night, last night, he was saying like I'm the most beautiful girl in the world, then now he's so cold. He doesn't even think I'm desirable. He even says it's impossible! It just hurts!"
"I didn't mean it like that, Tonks. I meant only that nobody in their right mind would…"
"would want me?!" Tonks cried harder. Remus heard her blowing her nose on a tissue. "And now what are we going to do? What with the baby coming, and the father not taking the responsibility?" wailed Nymphadora emphatically.
But then the situation finally sunk in to him. "Th..the baby?" said Remus nervously.
"Yes," she sniffed. "The baby."
"Don't worry, Tonks, you're my cousin. I'll be here. I'll raise him," said Sirius.
The door slowly opened and out came Remus, with his head bent low in remorse. "I'm sorry, Tonks. I only wished you had something better. But now what have I done?" he put a hand to his face. "But no matter, I will take responsibility…" He put a hand to Tonks' stomach. "This must be a precious little thing, and smiled deeply that reached his eyes.
Then suddenly, both of them burst out laughing.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," said Sirius, who was already on the floor laughing hysterically. "I couldn't hold it much longer."
"I know! Told you he would fall for it." said Tonks. Only she could not get a word out without stopping she was already holding her stomach she could barely breath.
"What's going on?"
"Happy April fools, Remus!" said Tonks.
"Wha-"
"He will never hear the end of it. Hahaha. Did you see the look in his face?" said Sirius to Tonks as they walked towards the kitchen for their dinner
"You owe me Sirius," he heard Tonks say.
Remus watched as they moved forward apparently already forgetting him.
"Remus, aren't you coming?" said Tonks, as she was about to close the door.
"C..coming." said Remus. He hesitated for a second, then moved forward to follow her. A thousand things entered his thoughts that night, it would have killed him if he showed it.