He knocked in the door again and after waiting a few minutes, he hestitanly opened the door. He didn't step in but poked his head in. "Remus?" He called out, uncertain if he should step in further.
This wasn't like waking his father up. He knew what to expect and how to get him out of bed.
Remus was still tucked up in bed, but it didn't look like an easy sleep. His fingers were gripping hard to the sheets, his brow tightly furrowed. The hair was still green and a completely disaster around his head, but it looked like he was lost in a nightmare, given his expression and how the sheets were tangled around his legs.
Okay...nightmares were something that Draco didn't know how to handle. Especially with those who had pstd. His father often had them and he knew how to deal with that...but Remus? He bit his lip as he debated in seeking Tonka, whom he was trying to help of just taking the risk and waking him.
Warily, he decided to approach him. "Remus," he called out and hesitantily reached out to tap him on the shoulder. At the same time he braced himself unsure of what to expect.
As soon as Draco touched his shoulder, Remus' eyes snapped opened. His fingers went for the wand at his side table even as his other hand came up, grabbing the front of Draco's shirt. He showed his strength when he jerked Draco around, slamming him up against the wall with the tip of his wand coming to Draco's throat and pressing in.
His eyes didn't even seem clear for several more seconds, glaring hard at Draco's face without even seeing him.
Draco's eyes widened in surprise and pain as he was slammed into the wall with the wand at his throat. He felt the wind knocked out of him. He had half expected something like this would happen...Only Draco had thought he would have time to react. He was surprised with how fast and severe Remus reacted.
He tried to speak, but couldn't with the wand pressed against him. A whimper of fear and pain managed to escape as he tried to break free of Remus's grip.
It took several more seconds, probably felt like minutes for Draco, before suddenly his gaze cleared and he blinked, his expression falling. It went from a battle-hardened wizard to a man who looked utterly confused. Then realization kicked in and his eyes went wide, letting go quickly and stepping back, his wand falling from his fingers to hit the floor with a clatter that made him jump.
He actually started shaking slightly. "Draco," he whispered.
Once released from the iron grip, Draco slumped the floor visibly trembling. It took another few seconds before Draco was able to speak. "Tonks had sent me up to wake you for breakfast...You didn't answer so I decided to check. You were having a nightmare...and I thought I could wake you up but have time to react if necessary."
He spoke in a rough voice from being unable to speak earlier. He wasn't blaming Remus for any of it...he understood what happened. "My father gets nightmares like this too...which is why I thought I could handle this."
"I-" He didn't even have words. Remus ended up sitting down on the edge of the bed, staring down at the floor as he swallowed audibly. He ran a shaking hand over his face, eyes closing. "I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. I.. I haven't gotten one in a very long time..."
"No need to apologize for this. I should have been more careful." Draco stood up and hesitantly went over to hug Remus. He didn't want Remus to blame himself or dwell on it. Draco had suffered far worse then this and the two were still learning to understand one another.
The hug was a surprise. It left him standing there for a few seconds before he brought up both arms and wrapped them around Draco, letting his eyes close and putting his head against the other's. He sighed slowly, unconsciously scenting Draco on his next breath in.
"I'm still sorry. ...I lived with the werewolves... too long. It's a lot of protecting yourself to keep what you got and with the fighting it just... ended up like that."
That sounded terrible. Always having to worry about your own safety and keeping the little had safe too. He couldn't imagine a life like that. "Now you have your family and a home. You don't have to worry about that now," Draco replied. It was naive of him, but he would never fully understand the hardship that Remus went through.
Remus' smile was anything but mirthful. "I know that here," he said as he tapped his temple, "but here?" He moved that same hand down to lay his palm over his heart. "...Some nights will always be like that. I made... I made enemies doing what I did, because I believed in what we, as wizards, were doing. Trying to keep the world safe from him, by keeping the werewolves out of his hands. But I had nothing on Greyback's influence."
"Greyback ruled with fear." Draco commented, shuddering slightly at his name."That's one of the hardest to persuade with." He pulled away from the hug to sit on the bed. "I remember that Greyback was furious when I failed my task. His wrath was almost more frightening then The Dark Lords. If my mother hadn't stepped in he would have taken me for sure. He hated my father and I said we were weak and a bunch if failures."
"That's just the thing." Remus looked up, looking to Draco and spreading his hands. "He didn't just rule with fear. Oh, some, of course he did, but others... he ruled with a certain messed up sort of logic as well. Most people don't understand how bad it is for werewolves. The ones I lived with... they were living in an abandoned bunch of buildings because they had no money. No one will hire someone who's registered as a werewolf. They're treated like they're all monsters, all the time, and werewolves like Greyback back it all that much worse for the rest."
He sighed slowly. "He told them that once the Dark Lord was in charge, that they wouldn't be in that condition anymore. That werewolves could live normal lives - the same thing the Dark Lord promised them. When you have nothing, the idea of hope... it becomes something to live and fight for. Greyback would have betrayed in the end, I think, but- well. That's that."
"More empty promises....It seemed that the Dark Lord was good at promising people what they hoped to hear in order to gain what He needed. And offering false hope can be very dangerous..." Draco commented.
"I don't think I can ever understand what it's like for the werewolves and how they lived...but I can understand the open hatred and being despised for what you are. What it must be like to be constantly watched over and waiting for you to do something wrong--just so they can act on their idea of justification." Draco softly admitted and looked away. "Even if you aren't the person people say you are...you eventually become that person because it's expected of you. Especially if you don't have someone to tell you don't have to be that person."
"Greyback... is..." Remus struggled for the word, but anger came to his face before he let out a breath. He couldn't hold onto that anger right now, not when his brain was still wired from that nightmare. "You're right, though, sadly. If people can pushing you, over and over, in a direction, no matter how much you fight it, you find yourself down that path."
He glanced up to Draco and gave a small smile. "Sometimes, though? Someone grabs you out of the path and onto a side path you didn't even know about." Clearly indicating what he'd been doing for Draco.
The comment caused Draco to give a small smile and place a hand on Remus's shoulder. "Come on we should go to breakfast before Tonks begins to wonder..." he said. "Although the pancakes look a little terrifying..."
"Oh Merlin, she tried pancakes again?" He joked a little, a hint of a smile on his lips before he nodded. "I promise, they're edible even if they look completely off. She was looking to try and learn a bit more of Muggle cooking but the mix is edible."
Remus would lead the way downstairs after getting his robe and slippers on, yawning widely as they walked. When he plodded into the kitchen, he came over and gave a kiss to Tonks' temple. "Morning."
Tonks looked between the two men, a little concerned since it took so long. "Wotcher," she said in greeting, kissing his cheek back.
Draco still looked uncertain about the pancakes, but gave a nod and followed Remus downstairs. He noted Tonk's concerned look, but wasn't sure what to say. Should he even mention the nightmare at all or let Remus do the explaining? He glanced over at Remus.
Remus just gave a bit of a smile. "Got to talking about last night. I think I have some ideas on another training session once Draco's back from his parents and the moon's over." Simple as that, even if it wasn't entirely truthful. Really, he didn't want to worry Tonks any more than she was already with the moon coming.
"Seems you two had a heck of a busy night." Tonks looked like she'd accepted that, smiling as Remus bent down to kiss Teddy's head. Obvious how dearly he loved his son. "He's almost done breakfast, but I'd recommend you eat yours before it gets cold."
It was a good thing, Draco chose to let Remus explain. "How often do you think we should do these training sessions?" Draco questioned. It had never dawned on him to ask about it earlier...If they were going to have them on a regular bases, he wanted to make sure he didn't plan other stuff on top of them.
The training sessions were something that he looked forward to. It was something to do and he actually had fun while learning. He had dreaded learning the Dark Arts when Bellatrix took over his training. She had been pretty brutal in her training and his body still bore scars from it. Snape and his father had always been careful when they trained him.
Draco sat down at the table and still gave a skeptical look at the pancakes. He would at least make an attempt to try them...it would be rude if he didn't. Much to his surprise they were edible. They weren't bad and they weren't the best. At the same time he secretly looked forward to his mother's cooking.
Why do you think they do take-out so often, Draco? The Lupin household was not known for it's gourmet cooking by any means. They managed, somehow. At least they were both adults who could get food elsewhere.
Remus matched Draco, sitting down and eating. If the pancakes bothered him at all, it didn't show. He just tucked in without concern. "Mmmm..." He made a thoughtful noise. "Honestly, I'd be keen on having them as much as we can. It'll be a little while until our next one," close to a week, most likely, "but as long as we can work around both of our schedules, I don't see why not."
"That sounds like a good idea," Draco replied. He preferred the idea of constantly having the lessons. He actually liked being busy and not having so much down time. Less down time meant less dwelling on the past.
After finishing breakfast, Draco then went head to go visit his parents. He did make sure to let Tonks know he would be staying at his parents that night so she didn't have to worry about letting him back in later.
Now it was time to brace himself to what he may potentially be walking into.
Actually, it seemed things might be quite... good. Melinda was the one who first spotted Draco, and she gave him a quick smile. Today the silver hair was unbound, flowing down to her knees. "Good morning, young Malfoy. Your parents are making breakfast in the kitchen." When she turned, it was clear a group of bedsheets was following her... someone was helping out with the chores.
Lucius was improving already. No longer degrading with someone helping him mentally, it could be seen in small signs. His dexterity was better, along with his memory. He was sleeping more through the nights instead of waking up in terror. Small things, but big in context.
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But Remus didn't stir at the knock, and there was no answer in return to Draco's call.
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This wasn't like waking his father up. He knew what to expect and how to get him out of bed.
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Warily, he decided to approach him. "Remus," he called out and hesitantily reached out to tap him on the shoulder. At the same time he braced himself unsure of what to expect.
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His eyes didn't even seem clear for several more seconds, glaring hard at Draco's face without even seeing him.
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He tried to speak, but couldn't with the wand pressed against him. A whimper of fear and pain managed to escape as he tried to break free of Remus's grip.
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He actually started shaking slightly. "Draco," he whispered.
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He spoke in a rough voice from being unable to speak earlier. He wasn't blaming Remus for any of it...he understood what happened. "My father gets nightmares like this too...which is why I thought I could handle this."
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"I'm still sorry. ...I lived with the werewolves... too long. It's a lot of protecting yourself to keep what you got and with the fighting it just... ended up like that."
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He sighed slowly. "He told them that once the Dark Lord was in charge, that they wouldn't be in that condition anymore. That werewolves could live normal lives - the same thing the Dark Lord promised them. When you have nothing, the idea of hope... it becomes something to live and fight for. Greyback would have betrayed in the end, I think, but- well. That's that."
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"I don't think I can ever understand what it's like for the werewolves and how they lived...but I can understand the open hatred and being despised for what you are. What it must be like to be constantly watched over and waiting for you to do something wrong--just so they can act on their idea of justification." Draco softly admitted and looked away. "Even if you aren't the person people say you are...you eventually become that person because it's expected of you. Especially if you don't have someone to tell you don't have to be that person."
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He glanced up to Draco and gave a small smile. "Sometimes, though? Someone grabs you out of the path and onto a side path you didn't even know about." Clearly indicating what he'd been doing for Draco.
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Remus would lead the way downstairs after getting his robe and slippers on, yawning widely as they walked. When he plodded into the kitchen, he came over and gave a kiss to Tonks' temple. "Morning."
Tonks looked between the two men, a little concerned since it took so long. "Wotcher," she said in greeting, kissing his cheek back.
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"Seems you two had a heck of a busy night." Tonks looked like she'd accepted that, smiling as Remus bent down to kiss Teddy's head. Obvious how dearly he loved his son. "He's almost done breakfast, but I'd recommend you eat yours before it gets cold."
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The training sessions were something that he looked forward to. It was something to do and he actually had fun while learning. He had dreaded learning the Dark Arts when Bellatrix took over his training. She had been pretty brutal in her training and his body still bore scars from it. Snape and his father had always been careful when they trained him.
Draco sat down at the table and still gave a skeptical look at the pancakes. He would at least make an attempt to try them...it would be rude if he didn't. Much to his surprise they were edible. They weren't bad and they weren't the best. At the same time he secretly looked forward to his mother's cooking.
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Remus matched Draco, sitting down and eating. If the pancakes bothered him at all, it didn't show. He just tucked in without concern. "Mmmm..." He made a thoughtful noise. "Honestly, I'd be keen on having them as much as we can. It'll be a little while until our next one," close to a week, most likely, "but as long as we can work around both of our schedules, I don't see why not."
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After finishing breakfast, Draco then went head to go visit his parents. He did make sure to let Tonks know he would be staying at his parents that night so she didn't have to worry about letting him back in later.
Now it was time to brace himself to what he may potentially be walking into.
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Lucius was improving already. No longer degrading with someone helping him mentally, it could be seen in small signs. His dexterity was better, along with his memory. He was sleeping more through the nights instead of waking up in terror. Small things, but big in context.
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