Sleep talk

He dreamed loudly, alternating between a deep stillness and shouted gibberish. It gave the impression that he was having an energetic conversation complete with gestures and nods of his head. However, to whom he was speaking remained a mystery.

Once Bitten Twice Shy: Harry Potter FanFiction (Remus J. Lupin) The Full Moon

The woods ahead of him were throwing long shadows across the small field which separated his house from the trees. To him the shadows moved with sinister intent as the wind through the branches caused them to sway forward as if reaching for him. However, with a single burst of moonlight from behind a cloud the shadows disappeared causing Remus to laugh in the face of his enemy’s defeat. A branch snapped just at the edge of the tree line to his left.

“Archimedes is that you,” Remus asked the laugh still in his voice as he moved closer to the sound. “You should have been home hours ago mum made the most delicious treacle tart for dessert…”

A much louder tree shaking sound cut Remus off mid-sentence. “Archimedes did, did you find a, a friend?”

The winds picked up stirring the nearly silent woods into a symphony and causing the flickering lights in the sky to cease as the full moon could finally shine unobstructed upon the clearing. A mind piercing howl rent the night freezing Remus in place mere inches from the leading edge of the forest.

“Remus,” the panicked voice of his father sounded so small in darkness. Remus wanted very much to call out to his father, but for fear of what had made the unthinkable noise in the trees he didn’t dare. “Are you sure he’s out there? Remus!”

Remus turned his head slightly needing to see if his dad was coming any closer, but unable to lose sight completely of the woods. Without warning or reason Remus was sprinting as fast as his legs could carry him thrashing through the tall grass. Making it just five rapid steps before…

Burning erupted across his back as he was pitched forward. Remus writhed in pain, as the nightmare above him slashed and bit every square inch of skin it could reach, trying to get enough of his breath back to scream.

“H…H…HELP! Noooooo!” A loud crack followed by a flash of blue light startled Remus awake. He was twisted in sweat soaked sheets, heart racing, and breath ragged. Sitting up in bed and dashing the unshed tears from his eyes Remus realized that he had woken everyone up. More than that a dazed James was sprawled against the far wall glasses and hair more askew than usual and everything near his bead looked as if it had been blow back by a strong wind. Remus jumped out of bed and ran for the boy planning to apologize, but Sirius’ hand in the middle of his chest stopped him immediately.

“Why would you go and do that,” James asked rubbing the back of his head.

Peter still in bed with the sheets up to his chin shook his head turning his eyes from James’s prone body to Remus, “How did you do that?”

Sirius helped James up and walked him over to his bed before facing Remus again, “Yeah how did you do that?”

“I did, didn’t do anything,” Remus pleaded.

“You were asleep,” Sirius said angrily, “how did you do magic in your sleep?” With those words everyone turned to look at Remus with wide eyes waiting for an explanation.

“What were you dreaming about,” James asked with an intense look in his eyes, “I mean you woke me up. You were muttering in your sleep and clawing at your bed so I went to wake you up and then…bam. I was all buggered up against the wall like a blue tornado hit me.”

Remus turned away from their questioning looks and started to straighten all his personal items. “I don’t remember,” he lied righting his upturned chair which was holding his house robes, “just that I was running from something.” He re-stacked his school books refusing to look over his shoulder.

“Running from something, I would have guessed someone was killing you the way you were carrying on,” James said matter of factly.

The words caused Remus’ eyes to sting. He needed the safety of his blankets to hide his emanate tears, but his curtain remained helter skelter. Grabbing the corner of the curtain brought him right up to the window pane, and there in the sky, hanging low over the Black Lake waxing toward full, was the moon. “Almost,” he said to himself.

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Reader Note:
So since I started this little fan fiction Pottermore has released more facts about R.J. Lupin. Including his wand information and his parent’s names. Needless to say I did not get these 100% correct in my guessing, however I shall carry on. I hope you continue to enjoy the story even if it is fraught with minor inconsistencies, though I do try to read as much as I can before posting anything. Let me know what you think and best wishes.

Dream Memory

Blinking and gasping Amanda surfaced from her dream like a drowning man from water.  She sat bolt upright staring at her open doorway, the only source of light at what must have been a very early predawn hour.  Her heart rate suggested long amounts of time spent running at full clip perhaps while being chased by some big cat of the Savannah, but her dogs slept on suggesting that Amanda’s alert came from the nonphysical.  She tried laying down and flipping her pillow but the sense of dread didn’t dissipate nor did the slight pain running across her nose bridge.  Gently lifting her hand Amanda prodded the sore area and her memory.

 

Not typically one to attempt to place meaning on the ephemeral contents of dreams she struggled to make sense of the pieces.  All Amanda remembered could barely fill a sentence.  There had been an awful feeling, akin to terror, as a pillow was smashed over her face, which in a weird way explained the nose, but there were also words.  Unable to recall them she tried her mother’s favorite trick of retracing her steps.  Amanda lay in the same spot as before, closed her eyes, and willed herself to remember.  After what could have been seconds or hours it came to her, “They’re telling me to shoot ’em,” ice ran through her veins, “Was that right?”

 

Phone now clutched to her chest and pacing Amanda made her decision and dialed.  It didn’t even take the ten minutes necessary to make her tea before she could see the blue police lights in her window.  Sitting on her couch, in the dark, facing the her door Amanda waited to hear what they would find across the hall.  That was where Julie lived with her twin boys, Robbie and Toby, and husband Mike, when he was on military leave.  Not two days ago Julie had confided in her that Mike had not been himself lately even around the two-year-olds.

 

Feet thundered up the short stairs, fists berated the door, the threat/promise “We’re coming in” was issued, followed by a door being smashed then nothing.

 

Amanda’s tea cooled to room temperature forgotten in her grasp as she waited.  Sounds of yelling and a scuffle though muted by walls and space reverberated through her very soul.  Without meaning to Amanda moved to the door and opened it just in time to watch Julie and the boys being rushed off then a semiconcious Mike was carried out in handcuffs.  Watching the progress down the stairs Amanda was surprised to see two men standing on her welcome mat.

 

“Ma’am, we would like to ask you a few questions,” the man with dark hair and blue eyes said.  All she could do was nod.  “You were the one who called 911,” blue eyes again, once more Amanda nodded.

 

“How did you know?”  This man had a 4 o’clock shadow and dark eyes, “Miss there were no shoots fired and nothing looked disturbed.”  She met him with silence, how to explain the dream.  “Your call said loud noises,” he checked a note pad.

 

“Must have been raised voices,” she offered as way of explination, “I have dogs.”

 

“Some dogs,” he said but the look in his eyes said more.  Amanda was sure she would see him again.

Pillow Talk

He tossed and turned lost to the images only his mind’s eye could see.  Soft sounds escaped his lips, whimpers which suggested pain or at the very least distress.  She reached out to lay a comforting hand upon him, but stopped transfixed. 

What was he thinking of?  Was it a memory or a Freudian sequence that would lose its meaning with the flutter of his lashes?

Her hand retracted of its own accord, and instead she leaned forward as if to whisper in his ear.  “You don’t love me anymore, do you?”  The breathy words sounded so harsh in the quiet pre-dawn hour, he stirs, as if the question has made him uncomfortable even in sleep.  Till she is sure he is still asleep she waits, finally allowing herself the deep exhalation she did not even realize she was holding.  Emboldened by her success she continues her one sided conversation.

“You don’t see me anymore, worse you won’t even look.”

She rests her head back upon her palm and studies him, the perused lips and knit brow suggest he’s listening but to her or his own internal dialogue she cannot be sure.  “I am strong enough you know.”   Without meaning to she has raised her voice.

He mumbles his response as he turns to his other side, leaving her with only his back for further consultation.

“Don’t you worry because it’s fine, I’m fine, I don’t even…”

Her garbled attempt to actually say the words startles her awake blinking she finds herself tangled in the sheets. A bullet train has nothing on the furious pounding of her heart as she swallows a sob forcing herself to take deep ragged breaths. Finally in control of herself she looks wildly side to side but only the imprint of David’s head in his feather pillow remains.

She ventures down the hallway on silent feet stopping at the doorway to the galley kitchen where David stands with his back to her intent on some private conversation with someone who wasn’t her. He ends the call and reaches for his coffee catching a glimpse of her leaning against the door jam.

“Must have been some dream you were having,” he offers to the air near where she is standing, “you almost punched me in the face at one point,” their eyes never meet.

“Want me to tell you about it?”

“I’m never any good with that kind of stuff Lucy, besides you’ve probably forgotten it by now.”

“For a minute I almost did…” she trailed off as he took a text, “do you think I’m strong” Lucy asked.

David turned and for a second he did really look at her, “didn’t I opened that jar for you last week,” his smile never made it to his eyes.

The sound of a gong announced another text. Without deciding what would happen next she took the three steps to stand at his side and place her hand on his phone.

“Luce, what the hell?”

“You have to go, now.”

Her statement was mater of fact her face deadpan, David’s mouth opened and closed but no sound came out. Lucy stepped back giving him room to turn and face her. The calm she had felt at the end of her dream washed over her; “It’s fine David, you don’t love me, but I’m alright…and I don’t even need you to pretend anymore.”

As his car drove out of sight her eyes began to burn and a hollow spot was carved below her navel “goddamn honest dreams,” she sighed as she closed the door, but maybe they were right about more than just David being a dick, and that made her smile.