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Darkest Desires	By : Lupinswolfie Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Remus/Hermione Views: 24277 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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-1“Come
on, Remus,” Hermione encouraged, huffing as she tried to lift
the weak man from the ground. “Up ya go.”

Sirius
released Tonks’ arm, shooting a look of warning in her
direction before walking to Remus’ other side. Together, he
and Hermione lifted him to his feet and sat him down on the couch.
They sat down beside him in a show of support, but both were so lost
in their thoughts that they had forgotten momentarily about the
others standing near the doorway.

Harry
was the first to walk closer to them, his eyes wary as he slowly
voiced the thoughts of the others. “So, um, what just happened
here?”

Remus
had kept his head in his hands and Hermione knew he was afraid to
look up, afraid of the accusations that he knew would come from the
people he called family.

“There’s
a bit about werewolves that you guys don’t know,” Sirius
started, trying to hold a diplomatic tone while also warning them not
to hurt his friend. He took a deep breath and released it slowly.
“There’s a bit about them that I don’t know
myself.”

“Such
as?” Fred asked with a grin. Apparently, not everyone was
upset about the ordeal and the twins were always particularly pleased
when Tonks was put in her place.

Sirius
looked across Remus to Hermione, nodding his head for her to enter
the conversation. Nervously, she began to tell them what she knew,
keeping a cautious eye on Tonks who looked both shocked and
disgusted.

“You
mean to tell me,” Harry said unhappily, “that all this
time you two have known each other, this just suddenly arose out of
nowhere?”

“No,”
Hermione said nervously. “The last night Sirius came home
pissed, Remus and I were in the kitchen and…and we sort of had
a moment of sorts. It started then.” Defending Remus against
them, she quickly added, “Remus didn’t know what was
happening. Moony told me that when he was in control, or whatever,
that Remus didn’t know what was happening.”

“Is
that true?” Arthur asked. It seemed he was reserving judgment
until he had all the facts at least.

Remus
looked up, meeting most of their eyes before landing on Arthur’s.
“At first, yes. But the day before we went to the Department
of Mysteries it changed. When he would come out, I was aware of what
he was saying and doing, but I still couldn’t control him. I
also became aware of everything else that he had done the week
before.”

“And
what had he done before exactly?” Harry asked through gritted
teeth.

“He
marked her,” Remus said in defeat, his hands running once again
through his hair.

“As
in ‘bound her to you for life’?!”

“Harry,
that’s enough!” Hermione said forcefully.

Remus
looked at Hermione questioningly. “He says you called to him
once before, a long time ago, and he answered. He’s known
since that day that you would, er, belong to him.”

“Called
to you?” she asked in confusion.

“Bloody
hell,” Harry gasped suddenly. “You did, Hermione, and he
did come. The time turner, remember? We were watching when he
turned on me. You howled and he turned to us.”

Hermione’s
mouth gaped open as she looked from Harry to Remus. The rest of the
room, however, had no idea what Harry had just said. How could he
turn toward Harry and Hermione if he was already turned toward Harry?

Suddenly,
Tonks stormed forward, her expression a sneer mixed with a hint of
gloating. “So, I was right after all. You’ve been
whoring yourself to MY husband and he’s been having an affair
with you! I even found your knickers in his…”

She
stopped as quick as she started when Remus jumped from the couch,
unsettling both Hermione and Sirius. “You will NOT insult my
mate again. It is for her alone that you still find yourself
breathing!”

A
quill could have dropped and been heard by all as the room stopped
moving and the occupants stared at Remus. Calm, quiet Remus that
they had all known never to put a tone out of line, was currently
threatening his wife.

“Remus!”
Molly shrieked when Tonks began to cry openly. “You’ll
upset the baby!”

Moony
turned to the others and laughed; a mirthless laugh that chilled them
all to the bone and left Hermione very confused and still hurt,
before he addressed Tonks once more. “You are not
having my cub. Nothing grows inside of you, but contempt and hatred.
Tell me I’m wrong,” he growled.

He
looked pointedly at Tonks and she started crying harder, falling into
her mother’s arms as her body shook with sobs.

“Yea,
Tonks, tell us. Are you um, having cubs?” George asked
with a snicker. He immediately stiffened and paled when Moony turned
his attention to him.

Cocking
his head to the side and assessing the man before him, Moony grinned.
“And you,” he said with a chuckle, “are lucky I
like you.” He turned back to Tonks, obviously awaiting her
answer.

“TELL
ME!” he bellowed, making them all cringe.

“It’s
true,” she sniffled hatefully before glaring at him coldly.
“You’ve been spending so much time with her lately and
ignoring me. I thought if I could make you believe I was pregnant,
you’d offer to move out again and we could leave. Then I could
just say I lost the baby.” Tonks strode in front of Moony so
that they both stood in the center of the room. “She’s
nothing more than a whore! And you, you are nothing, but a monster!”
Tonks exclaimed, her hand coming up and slapping Moony hard across
the face.

His
head snapped back sharply and a growl fell from his curled lips.
Before Hermione and Sirius could stop him, Moony grabbed Tonks by the
throat and threw her against the wall. Her head cracked against a
picture and she slid down to the floor, whimpering in pain and fear
as Moony stalked closer. When her eyes flickered to Hermione who was
slowly pulling him backwards and calming him, the relief that crossed
her face was evident.

“And
your pathetic excuse for trying to kill someone else?” he
snarled in question, barely giving an inch. “Tell me, since
you’ve not told anyone else. Tell me how you justify trying to
kill my mate and why the rest of you,” he said, looking around
the room, “have made her feel guilty when she has done nothing
wrong.”

“She
slept with a married man. I’d say that’s wrong,”
Molly said stiffly.

“She
had no choice! I gave her no choice. I could feel her emotions and
I knew how the human felt about her. He was never meant to take this
filth,” he said, waving his hand in Tonks’ direction,
“but she convinced him to do so with empty promises.”

“How
could you, Tonks?” Harry asked softly, finally accusing the one
that was truly to blame. “How could you try and kill Hermione?
Do you not care that you stopped them all from coming back, from
getting the second chance they all deserved?”

“Oh,
come off it, Harry,” she retorted as she slowly stood back up.
“Your precious Hermione is my husband’s mistress and yet
it’s me you accuse? What would you have done? Tell me that,
Harry.”

He
thought for several moments as the others looked on and waited. “I
would have done what my dad did,” he answered finally. “I
would have forgiven and let it go, not sought revenge. And I would
have let her go instead of holding on to something that wasn’t
meant to be.” Harry turned to Hermione, ignoring the wolf
beside her as much as possible. “I’m so sorry, Hermione.
I was angry at my mum, at Snape, at the world in general…and
I took it out on you. I should have been there when you needed me
like you’ve been there for me in the past. Can you forgive
me?”

“Oh,
Harry!” she sniffed, before throwing her arms around him and
hugging him tightly. Neither, however, could ignore Moony’s
soft growl and they both parted quickly. Harry giving the wolf a
strange look and Hermione grinning at him lovingly.

“I
think it’s time to let Remus handle this,” she said
softly, leading Moony back to the couch.

His
fingers stayed locked with hers and he nodded. Within moments, Moony
closed his amber eyes and breathed deeply. When he opened them, they
were blue and blazing with anger. He looked at his hand holding
Hermione’s smaller one and jerked away as if burned.

“You
lied to me!” he accused Tonks, who started sobbing again.
“Knowing I wanted that more than anything? And you used it
against me?” He looked at the others. Some were watching him
in awe, some fear, but most in disbelief.

“She
already admitted it, Remus. Moony scared the hell out of her, so I
think you should let it go,” Sirius said quietly as he sat
beside his friend once more.

“Yea,
he scared the hell out of all of us,” Fred piped in.

“Remus,
how could you do those things? How could you attack and threaten
Tonks the way you have? How could you…I mean…with
Hermione?” Molly asked with obvious disdain.

Remus’
eyes blazed again, but the voice was obviously his. “We’re
not called ‘monsters’ in jest,” he snapped. “I
have warned you all, time and time again, of what I am, and you all
chose to sweep it under the rug and pretend it wasn’t real,
that I was normal. Now that you’re faced with the fact that it
is more real than you ever imagined, you’re going to accuse me
of being what I told you I was in the first place?”

“No,”
Hermione said forcefully, glaring at the room. “No, they’re
not. They are going to accept that there are things in this world
that they don’t understand and act accordingly. Not make
accusations based on ignorance and lies. Tonks,” she said,
addressing her would-be murderess, “what happened was wrong and
it never should have happened that way. I understand why you are
angry, but you cannot pretend that you and Remus were happy. And you
certainly can’t pretend that you and the wolf are compatible.”

Tonks
glared at the girl before her, but before she could respond, an owl
flew down and dropped a red envelope at her feet.

“YOU
WILL REPORT TO MY OFFICE IN NO MORE THAN ONE HOUR! A DECISION ON
YOUR IMPENDING SUSPENSION AND REASSIGNMENT WILL BE DISCUSSED AT THIS
TIME. YOU ARE LUCKY THAT HERMIONE OWLED ME HERSELF IN YOUR DEFENSE
OR YOU WOULD BE SITTING IN AZKABAN, FOR ATTEMPTED MURDER OF A FELLOW
WITCH, WITH THE DEATH EATERS YOU HELPED PUT THERE. DO NOT BE LATE!”

When
Kingsley’s voice faded from the room, Tonks stood staring at
the envelope on the floor. “Tonks, dear, are you alright?”
Molly asked, only a second before the young witch went flying from
the room and the sounds of sobbing followed in her wake.

“You
wrote in her defense?” Sirius asked incredulously.

“Of
course. Remus, what’s wrong?” she asked, slowly putting
her hand on his shoulder as he lowered his own hands from his face.

“I
have to leave.”

With
those words, he rose from the couch and stormed from the door.
Hermione, quickly followed him, along with the others. “Where
are you going?” she demanded.

It
was Moony, however, who answered. “The human feels he needs
time to find himself or some such nonsense. I think he just wants to
escape his own life and those that are too judgmental to truly be
counted amongst his friends. You people sicken me and you should be
ashamed of yourselves.” He turned to Hermione and gently
cupped her cheek with his hand. “You will know where to find
me, mate. When you are ready, join us.”

He
leaned down and kissed her in front of everyone. It was the first
time they had seen Remus kiss Hermione and most were shocked beyond
belief. The inhuman screech, however, kept most from staring.

Tonks
had appeared in front of the doorway. “How dare you?!”

Moony
languidly broke the kiss, leaving Hermione breathless as he turned
towards Tonks. “I believe a dissolution of this ridiculous
union is in order, don’t you? See to it while I’m gone.
It will be the one thing you have managed to do right.” Tonks
stormed through the front door, allowing it to slam shut behind her
without a word. Turning back to Hermione, Moony rasped lovingly,
“Find us, we’ll be waiting.”

“Keep
him safe,” she said softly.

“I
would allow him to be no other way, mate.” With one last trail
of his finger across her cheek, he left.

When
the door shut behind him, Hermione turned to face the others. Sirius
walked up to her, taking both shoulders in his hands gently.

“Go
after him, love. Bring him back.” With a pointed look at the
others from Hermione, he added, “I’ll take care of them,
you just take care of Remus.”

“How
will you find him, Hermione?” Harry asked curiously. “Where
did he go?”

“I
don’t know,” she said nervously. “I don’t
know how to find him.”

“Might
I suggest you concentrate on him?” Bill asked nervously.

“Concentrate
on him?”

“Yes.
I, um, I can always find Fleur by concentrating on her.”

“You
can?” Molly asked in shock as she remembered her own son was
much like the man she was so disgusted in only moments before.

“Maybe
it is a wolf thing, I don’t know, but yes, I can.” He
closed his eyes and took a deep breath, obvious concentration
crossing his scarred face. “She’s in Diagon Alley. Just
entered it actually.” A wicked grin spread across his face.
“She’s buying me something!”

“Okay,
Hermione, give it a try.”

Hermione
imitated Bill, closing her eyes and breathing deeply. Suddenly she
could picture Remus in a cabin next to a patch of woods she had never
seen before. He looked anxious and worried and her heart went out to
him. A slow smile spread across her face. “I don’t know
where he is, but I can see it, and if I can see it, then I can…”

“Apparate
to him?” Sirius asked with a smile of his own.

She
nodded, then ran for the door and left with a quick ‘pop’
only to appear outside the very cabin she had seen in her mind.
Walking cautiously to the door, she turned the knob without knocking
and stood at the door.

“What
are you doing here?” Remus asked in obvious shock. “How
did you find me? How did you…damn wolf,” he conceded
and grinned slightly when she smiled up at him. “Well, come on
in, then.”
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