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 Posted: Thu Aug 11, 2005 4:40 pm
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Posted: Fri Aug 12, 2005 4:01 am
I like you sotries Gred anf Forge but I think that you are giving Lupin and Sirius bad names. scream
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Posted: Sat Aug 13, 2005 12:54 am
The Concert, Pt.2
A/N Hope you like this Chap. There'll be only one more after this. Again, ignore the Lyrics if you wish.
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"When there's nowhere else to run
Is there room for one more son
One more son
If you can hold on
If you can hold on, hold on
I wanna stand up, I wanna let go
You know, you know - no you don't, you don't
I wanna shine on in the hearts of men
I want a meaning from the back of my broken hand"
"Another head aches, another heart breaks
I am so much older than I can take
And my affection, well it comes and goes
I need direction to perfection, no no no no"
"Help me out
Yeah, you know you got to help me out
Yeah, oh don't you put me on the back burner
You know you got to help me out"
"And when there's nowhere else to run
Is there room for one more son
These changes ain't changing me
The cold-hearted boy I used to be"
"Yeah, you know you got to help me out
Yeah, oh don't you put me on the back burner
You know you got to help me out
You're gonna bring yourself down
Yeah, you're gonna bring yourself down
Yeah, you're gonna bring yourself down"
"I got soul, but I'm not a soldier
I got soul, but I'm not a soldier
..."
"Yeah, you know you got to help me out
Yeah, oh don't you put me on the back burner
You know you got to help me out
You're gonna bring yourself down
You're gonna bring yourself down
Yeah, oh don't you put me on the back burner
Yeah, you're gonna bring yourself down"
"Over and out, last call for sin
While everyone's lost, the battle is won
With all these things that I've done
All these things that I've done
If you can hold on
If you can hold on"
After the song ended, Sirius noticed it was snowing, and a few flakes fell into his butterbeer bottle. He shrugged, letting the last few drops fall into his mouth. "Remmy where're-"
"Lily and James and Peter? Dunno."
"Breaking my back just to know your name
Seventeen tracks and I've had it with this game
I'm breaking my back just to know your name
But heaven ain't close in a place like this
Anything goes but don't blink you might miss
Cause heaven ain't close in a place like this
I said heaven ain't close in a place like this
Bring it back down, bring it back down tonight
Never thought I'd let a rumour ruin my moonlight"
"Well somebody told me
You had a boyfriend
Who looks like a girlfriend
That I had in February of last year
It's not confidential
I've got potential"
"Ready? Let's roll onto something new
Taking its toll and I'm leaving without you"
"Cause heaven ain't close in a place like this
I said heaven ain't close in a place like this
Bring it back down, bring it back down tonight
Never thought I'd let a rumour ruin my moonlight"
"Well somebody told me
You had a boyfriend
Who looks like a girlfriend
That I had in February of last year
It's not confidential
I've got potential
A rushin', a rushin' around"
"Pace yourself from me
I said maybe baby please
But I just don't know now
When all I wanna do is try"
"Somebody told me
You had a boyfriend
Who looks like a girlfriend
That I had in February of last year
It's not confidential
I've got potential
A rushin', a rushin' around."
As the last song ended, Remus and Sirius were nearly run over by a crowd of obsessed fans, and had to wait for a while before they could make their way to the merchandice cart. They each got two shirts, one focusing on each band.
The crowd was going against them, it seemed, as they only got up to the gap inbetween Dervish and Banges and Honeydukes, which they darted into.
Perhaps it was the contrast of snow on black locks. Perhaps it was the casual black tee shirt, but Remus snapped.
"What it is, Remus? REMUS?" Sirius waved a hand in front of Remus' eyes.
Remus moved forward, putting his left hand on Sirius' waist, and his right around his neck, pulling him closer. Remus stood on his tip-toes, and, kissed him. Before Sirius could respond, he pulled away, looking to the side.
Sirius looked taken aback. "How did you know?"
"Anyone with a brain could know, after that game last night, which explains why James and Pete have no idea."
"Well, why did so wait so bloody long? You could've told me in the morning. Before my jeans felt like they were going to tear from an... er... unexpected tightness, if you know what I mean."
Remus laughed. "Sorry about that, but I'm not exactly the most outgoing type if you hadn't noticed in seven years."
Sirius stuck his tongue out, then put his arms loosly around Remus' neck, Remus putting his hands on Sirius' waist. "So, I take it that the girl in the truth or dare game was me?"
"Yeah," Remus admitted.
"And you only gave me a twelve. I'm shocked!"
"Oh, shut it, Padfoot. And, I take it, you're the one that sent me that broom?"
"Yeah. Er, Remmy, how long did you feel this way about me?"
"Since the beginning of last year. You?"
"Fourth year, in the middle, when you got stuck in that mud ditch due to Snivvelus. You looked so cute covered in mud."
Remus blushed, and walked a few feet away. "C'mon, Siri, they'll be half way to the castle by now. Let's go through Honeydukes."
Remus and Sirius nearly lost each other in the still massive throng of people exiting Hogsmeade. Well, they would've, if Remus hadn't been clutching Sirius' wrist. When they got into Honeydukes, Remus had to stop in the middle and sniff.
"Siiiiri, can we get some chocolate pleeease?" Remus whined, "And can I borrow some money?"
Sirius just has to smile at his friend. He fished out three galleons, handing them to Remus. "Fine, but be quick, will you?"
Remus skipped all along the store, giving things to Sirius to hold. After five miutes, they walked up to the counter, where a rather aged woman sat, a look on her face as if she'd just swollowed a lemon. Sirius dropped all the chocolate on the table, and the woman looked up sourly. "Two Galleons and fifteen sickles."
Remus dropped the three Galleons on the counter. "Keep the change."
Whent the woman turned away, Sirius and Remus walked into the back room, pulling open the trap door, and starting along the path. Remus swung the bag of chocolates around, and Sirius said, "Are you drunk or high on something, Rems?"
"No," Remus said ingdignatly, "Just happy."
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When they arrived at the statue of the witch with the hump, they broke into a straight run towards Gryffendor tower. When they got to the fat lady's portrait, Sirius muttered, "Eggnog."
"No, sorry, that's not that password," she said loftily.
"Oh, come ON."
"No password, no entrance."
The portrait hole swung open just then, and James flashed a smile. "Oi, Padfoot, I could hear you on the other side of the Common Room."
"Good. Wha's the new password."
"Dippit, ya know, that old guy that used to be the Headmaster."
Remus and Sirius stepped into the portrait hole, and James looked at them. "I see you stopped at Honeydukes."
"Naturally," Sirius said, rolling his eyes.
"So, you guys want to join us for another game of Truth or Dare?" James asked, pointing to small group of seventh years, including five girls, and seven guys.
"Er, no thanks. I'm feeling a bit tired," Remus said pointedly.
"Yeah, me too," Sirius said, yawning.
The two boys trudged up to the Dormitory, smiling to themselves.
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A/N: Ooh, half cliffhanger. Whaaat happens in the Dorrrrrmatory?
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Posted: Sat Aug 13, 2005 12:56 am
Up in the Dormitory
A/N: Last chappie. Hope you enjoyed the story. c:
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Remus got to the top of the stairs first, and opened the door. The two boys walked in, and promptly turned away from one another, pulling their jeans and shirts off, and slipping into their pajamas, Sirius with a button up silk pajama shirt, and matching pants, Remus had the same type, with a rich, blood red color.
"C'mere, Moony," Sirius, said, patting next to him on the bed.
Remus walked over, still holding the paper bag containing the chocolate. He held it upside-down, and emptied it on Sirius' bed, then flopped down, lieing on his stomach. Sirius assumed the same position, grabbing a chocolate frog, and unwrapping it, stuffing it into his mouth.
Remus smiled, picking up a box of firewhiskey filled chocolate cauldrons, pulling the container of them from the plastic box.
They each took one putting it in their mouths. After Remus swollowed he said, "Er, Sirius, did it cross your mind that we're only seventeen?"
"Um, yep."
Remus rolled his eyes, eating another one.
After they had finished with the chocolate cauldrons, chocolate frogs, and five assorted chocolate boxes, they started on the last things, little wands made out of assorted type chocolates.
"Mmm, almond."
"Butterbeer flavored."
"Peanut."
"Rum."
"Cherry."
"Hey, Padfoot, you ate the last one!"
"HAHA! OW!"
Remus had tackled Sirius, pinning his shoulders to the maroon sheets. He leaned down, kissing Sirius' open mouth, his tongue slipping in, sending shivers down Sirius' spine. After Remus was satisfied, he pulled away, smirking. "Ah-ha, you see, now I got the last bit of chocolate."
Sirius put on a pout. "You got the last bit of chocolate, but I'm getting the last bit of you."
"Huh?"
Sirius pounced on Ramus, causeing them both to roll off the end of the bed and into the middle of the room. Sirius slipped his hands up Remus' shirt, feeling the many scars on Remus' back. As they continued to snog(for lack of better word), they rolled around, un-aware of their loud slurping noises. When the door to the Dormitory opened, they were still oblivious to James and Peter standing there, dumbfounded.
As they broke apart, they saw their two friends in the doorway.
"Like I said," Remus began, "I'm really tired."
He scrambled up, helping Sirius to his feet. Sirius, leaving James and Peter still in the doorway, walked over to his bed, letting Remus sit next to him before drawing the curtains shut.
"Oh, yeah, Moony, real tired," James said, watching the shadows behind the curtain curl up against eachother.
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A/N: Crappy ending, Sorry.
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Posted: Tue Aug 16, 2005 9:38 am
Here's a new one for me, I don't think it's very good but there sure is a lot of it. sweatdrop It's some time after everything goes back to normal and Harry's left the school. It includes new characters. Another thing: the names are horrible. Just want to point that out now. Here goes: A young boy sat on the Hogwarts Express, staring out the window. It was hard to believe, but he had a compartment all to himself. That was the way he preferred it: he liked being alone. But still, friends were good. The compartment door slid open; he sat up, attentive. An older, taller version of the boy stepped in and shut the door. "Hey, Marcus," he said casually. "Why the long face? You're going to Hogwarts, the greatest school of all time!" Marcus sighed, but didn't answer immediately. "I miss Mom and Dad," he said finally. "And Will, and Eddie, and Jake and Jill. Finn, you're the only one that came. They all abandoned me." "Ah, Marcus," Finn replied, sitting down beside his brother, "They didn't abandon you. When the train comes back in June they'll all be there, waiting. Besides, you'll make plenty of friends at Hogwarts. You just wait." Marcus went back to staring out the window. He fell silent. Maybe Marcus was right, maybe he would gain a group of nice friends who would stick beside him. He already wanted to be back with the rest of his family. The train stopped, and they all got off. "First years, over here! First years!" a gruff voice was calling, and Marcus followed it to a growing group of first years who had heared the call. * * * When the first years walked through the doors of the Great Hall, the older students temporarily stopped talking to stare at them. The first years fidgeted. Noise once again ensued: there were frequent whispers of "He looks scared, poor little guy," and "See her? No, the other one. She's my sister!" A scary-looking wizard glared at them from the other end of the Great Hall, and cleared his throat rather loudly. The students fell silent. A small witch had brought out a stool with a patched, old-looking hat on it and announced, "This is the Sorting Hat. Simply put it on your head and it will put you in the House that suits you best. Once that's done, go to the appropriate table and sit down. First up, Amberberry, Marcus!" Marcus looked around wildly, and realizing she had called his name, shuffled shyly up to the stool. He removed the hat and put it on his head. The hat sank to his neck, and the children laughed. Someone shouted from the Slytherin table, "It looks like the Sorting Hat is eating his head!" Marcus' face grew red under the hat. The Sorting hat waited almost a minute, then shouted, "SLYTHERIN!" Finn's smile slid off his face at the very front of the Hufflepuff table. He watched in disbelief as Marcus shuffled to the Slytherin table, head hung. Marcus did not listen to the rest of the Sorting, nor the speech. He was enveloped in his mind, dwelling on how much his entire family had wanted him to be Hufflepuff, just like the rest of them. He ate barely anything and went up to the Common room staring at the ground. Funny, how his boots looked so beaten and old when he had bought them just a week ago brand-new. Once in the common room, he went straight to his bed. He couldn't sleep, he had a horrible headache. In the end, he cried himself to sleep, wishing so much just to be home. The next morning, he got up late and found that he was alone in his dormitory. He got dressed and headed down to the Great Hall alone. However, he didn't know the way there and ended up getting lost, at which point the caretaker showed up and guided him to the Great Hall. He scanned the Hufflepuff table for his brother, but didn't find Finn there. He dcided Finn, too, was late, and sat down to eat. Every ten minutes he scanned the Hufflepuff table again, but Finn didn't show up. He went to the Staff Table when he realized Finn would be there by then if he came, and asked a teacher about it. She glaced around and said quietly, "I'm sorry, Mr. Amberberry. Your brother..." Marcus left the Great Hall in a fit of tears. He didn't care how everyone was staring at him, or how he was stumbling off in the wrong direction. He heard a voice say, "Are you okay?" and looked up. There was a small boy his age, who had come over. Marcus sniffed, but didn't reply. Two more boys came over. One of them said, "Are you all right? What's wrong?" but the other said darkly, "I think I know. Are you Finn Amberberry's brother?" Marcus answered by crying harder. The boy glaced around at the other two, then attempted to comfort Marcus. "My name is Drake. Drake Kilroy. I'm in Hufflepuff. If you need a friend, just find me." "Or me," one of the other boys said. "Jonathan Elder, Gryffindor, first year. "And I'm Christopher, Christopher...." he glanced at the others, "Christopher Finn." Marcus cried so hard, he drowned out the boy before he had a chance to say "Ravenclaw." "Let me explain," Drake said to Jonathan and Christopher, and he pulled them aside. "Last night, Finn got a very tragic letter. It was bad enough, but then others started grabbing the letter and reading it. Soon, everyone in Hufflepuff knew what had happened. He couldn't stand it, so last night,....well...we think he poisoned himself with potion ingredients he brought, but we're not sure exactly what he used." The others stared. "What did the letter say?" Jonathan asked. Drake glanced at Marcus, who was running off in the other direction, sobbing uncontrollably. "I don't think Marcus would want everyone else to know before him. He doesn't know, either, and there must be a good reason for it." Christopher nodded, and said, "I guess we'd better go do whatever we're supposed to do now. See you around." "See you," the other two eachoed, and they all headed in different directions.
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Posted: Wed Aug 17, 2005 1:49 pm
WARNING!! Slashy xd
"Teased"
It had been an accident. It really had been, but he couldn’t say that now. Not now, when he was backed against the wall with Blaise Zabini pressed against him menacingly. It was a challenge, and as a Malfoy, he couldn’t refuse it.
Draco couldn’t even remember what he’d done to piss off the normally indifferent boy. They’d been sitting in the dorm, both studying separately, and he’d said something off-hand about...what? He couldn’t think clearly with Zabini standing so close. He couldn’t breathe because if he did, he’d smell the spicy, dark scent that he used in the shower, and for some reason it made his stomach knot. He couldn’t look anywhere but into Zabini’s dark brown eyes, filled with a mocking anger that sent adrenaline coursing through him.
Zabini moved even closer, so that Draco could feel every muscle that rippled beneath his black skin, could feel the strength radiating off of his lean, warm body. He gulped, and tried to move farther back, but as he was against as wall, it was impossible. Zabini chuckled, the sound startling, interrupting the quiet of his breathing and causing Draco to gasp, taking in that scent. His knees seem to give out when Zabini sneered into his ear, “Scared, Malfoy?”
“No.” Draco managed to spit out, hoping his voice hadn’t trembled like his hands were. What was wrong with him? He was acting like one of the women in his mother’s novels, just before the men kissed them for the first time. But Zabini wasn’t going to kiss him! It was quite clear to all parties involved that although they had mutual respect for each other, they also had mutual dislike. Zabini was an arrogant b*****d who made it obvious he thought Draco was a first class git. And Draco thought Zabini was entirely too uncaring about the Dark Lord and the war.
I called him a blood traitor, Draco remembered numbly as Zabini’s hand moved from the side of his head to cup his chin, tracing his fingers along his jaw line. “I think you’re lying, Draco...” Zabini murmured, surprising him by using his first name. “I think you’re terrified.” Zabini’s other hand grabbed Draco’s hip and yanked him against his own hips. Draco gulped at the burning feel of something hard pressing into his stomach.
“I’m not.” Draco declared again, his eyes drifting closed as Zabini’s thumb traced his bottom lip. There was something very sensual about the entire situation, he thought, even as he knew he should push Zabini off of him.
“Yes, you are.” When Zabini spoke these words, his lips brushed against Draco’s in an almost kiss, and the blonde boy’s eyes snapped open in shock. Zabini’s head was bent, positioned so that every word he said, every breath he took, caused their lips to touch slightly, teasingly, and Draco found himself arching his back, his own hands going up to tangle in Blaise’s long black curls and pull him down for an actual kiss. But Zabini’s hand on his hip stopped him, pushed him away, and he stepped back, smirking.
Draco straightened immediately, feeling heat rise to his cheeks, and his eyes narrowed. “I wasn’t scared!” He snapped, suddenly angry, but confused more than anything. Why had he stopped? Why did Draco want him to continue?
Zabini’s eyes traced every detail of Draco’s face before moving down his body, examining him throughly. “No, you weren’t, were you?” He chuckled again. “What a...pleasant...surprise.”
Draco watched, stunned, as Zabini gathered his things and moved to leave the dorm. “Where the bloody hell do you think you’re going?” He demanded, hand going to where his tie was uncomfortably tight around his neck. “You’re not going to just leave!”
“I’ll see you at dinner, Draco.” Zabini said silkily, before he slipped out of the dorm and shut the door.
Damn him! Draco cursed silently, moving to his bed as though in a dream. Why did he effect me like that?
~Fin
Go ahead, comment about whatever. I did it for the hell of it [and my friend LOVES the Draco/Blaise thing]
Excuse any typos or muss ups, Im rushing myself.
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Posted: Wed Aug 17, 2005 3:19 pm
Oh that one was risqué. I hope it does get any worse than that. If yes, would people mind linking their fanfics. It's just that I could get in trouble if I don't know what's on the page I'm clicking on. . .
Please take that into consideration people. 3nodding I'm sure I'm not the only one.
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Posted: Wed Aug 17, 2005 3:39 pm
AmunRa Oh that one was risqué. I hope it does get any worse than that. If yes, would people mind linking their fanfics. It's just that I could get in trouble if I don't know what's on the page I'm clicking on. . .
Please take that into consideration people. 3nodding I'm sure I'm not the only one. Yes, everyone should make a site so people dont get in trouble. Good idea, AmunRa. Just I dont think everyone ahs gotten around to getting a site account. I know Tsuki hasn't, but I'll make sure she gets the message.
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Posted: Sat Aug 20, 2005 8:13 am
Just nothing with nudity I think would be ok. I'm looking forward to a follow up on that last one with Draco though. It was really good. Very true to the character's personalities lol 3nodding
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Posted: Sat Aug 20, 2005 8:51 am
Ok well I wrote the first chapter to a maybe continuing fic. I'm kind of proud of it. Any feedback would be greatly appreciated. wink
Also, please excuse any spelling or gramtical errors. I simply don't have the time to spellcheck. confused
Chapter1
It was a dark night truly. Harry had just finished an awful detention for snape. His head was getting heavier and heavier as the hours went by. He had conjured himself a cup of coffee, but the dim light and flickering flames from the fireplace did not help. He sat in his usual squishy armchair in the Gryffindor common room, trying desprately to finish his transfigurations paper for the following day. The only thing that kept him motivated was the constant supply of caffine and the hope that they would beat the hell out of Slytherin in the upcoming Quidditch match.
"Tired Harry?"
He had barely noticed the back of the Fat Lady's portrait swing open. A slightly drawled voice spoke to him like in a dream. He shook his head and wiped the drool from the side of his mouth. He had been half asleep on his parchment, and his hair was as wild as ever.
"Yeah just trying to finish my paper. . .", replied Harry to Oliver Wood.
The latter simply smiled and patted him on the back.
"Well don't you be gettin' too sleepy. Want you fit for the game!"
"Yeah sure thing!"
Harry couldn't help but smile back. Wood's grin was contageous. He was dressed in his Quidditch robes: gold and scarlet trimmed.
"Where have you been?", asked the wild-haired boy. "it's almost eleven. . ."
"I just finished garding a couple shots for the scouts that came today."
Harry snapped out of his dazed instantly. Quidditch was always more important than sleep. . .
"And!?", goated Harry.
"They said that they were impressed and they said an owl should be delivering the good news soon enough. . ."
"Wow that's awsome!" beamed Potter.
"Yeah I know!"
Harry shook Oliver Wood's hand. His green eyes flickered in the firelight. Wood felt uncomfortable, but strangely happy to receive such a meaningful congratulation. Harry and Wood looked at each other. A moment of silence came and went. Oliver's cheeks flushed and he scratched the back of his head. Harry felt so baffled by this awkward silence, that he looked away, half-embarassed. Wood let go of his hand.
"Well- um. . . I best be off to bed.", said Oliver.
"Yeah me too."
Harry rolled up his parchment and walked up behind his captain up the dormitory stairs. Harry couldn't help but gaze at Wood's rear. . . He glanced slightly and looked back down at his feet, brushing off the awkward feeling he felt creaping up in his stomach. The two boys went off to bed, averting each other's gaze as they quickly changed and got into bed.
"Goodnight," called Harry
"Goodnight. . .", said Wood.
Harry turned and peered out of the window. The horrible dread of the following week had been pushed out of his mind. He didn't know why, but felt slightly comforted and excited to wake the following morning. He knew Quidditch was coming, but that couldn't be it. And as sleep overcame him, he still felt that nagging uncertain feeling that had lifted his spirits. He it dissmissed as Hogwarts magic as dreams filled his mind happily.
Ok that's Chapter1. It's short I know. But I'll write more. 'Till then. . .
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Posted: Sat Aug 20, 2005 3:06 pm
whee Looks like a great beginning. It's not a pairing I normally see, but it is a good one.
Do they share a dorm? Oliver Wood's a few years older than Harry. Oh well, fanfiction is fanfiction. I think you should keep on writing.
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Posted: Sun Aug 21, 2005 8:33 am
A/N: Neville is a little out of character and it's very sappy but I thought I'd give it a shot. I hope you guys like it!
Alice the Beautiful
Ever since I was a young boy, my Gran told me stories about my parents. She told me heroic tales of how hard they fought against you-know-who and how they kept on trying until their very last breath. She told me simple things as well, like how my mother was always chewing some sort of gum or how my father was the head boy during his seventh year of Hogwarts. She told me about how my mother was always laughing and how much my father loved it. She often said how beautiful a sound it was. 'Like a bell. Soft and genuine.'
A few times I would ask her what happened to them. She always told me that they had died a look of distinct pride on her face. Despite my age, I always wondered how the death of her son could make her proud. I didn't find out until my tenth birthday.
'Neville, it's time I told you of what really happened to your mum and dad.' She had said that evening. She was sitting in her ancient rocking chair and I sat on the hearth of the rug beneath her. 'Your parents are not dead, Neville.' I distinctly remember feeling beginnings of hope. However, those hopes were soon dashed when she continued. 'Years ago, when you were only a baby, they were tortured for information by you-know-who's followers. The healers were unable to help them. They have no recollection of who they are and right now they are in St.Mungos. A woman named Bellatrix Lestrange was responsible. She was put to trial and sent to Azkaban.'
I couldn't speak throughout her story. The prospect of not remembering yourself was a horrible one to me. Questions were running through my head a million miles a minute. My parents, the heroes that Gran had always talked about? The only question that I could answer was that I wanted to see them. I wanted to see what they had become.
So we did. The following day we traveled to St.Mungos and climbed the steps that led to the Spell Damage ward. When I first looked at them, I could scarcely believe that they were the same people. My Gran had shown me numerous pictures of them. My mum, who had once been so full of life, was now scrawny and old looking. Her hair had turned a delicate shade of premature gray and her face was sunken. My dad had turned out no better, his face even gaunter. What magic could possibly do this to a wizard?
After we left that day, Gran told me more stories. For the first time she told me how they met. She described how much they loved each other and how delighted they were when the news had reached them that I was on the way. She said they had gone absolutely mad, trying to make the house ready for the arrival of their first born. Well, maybe they were lucky, not seeing the disappointment of a wizard I had turned out to be.
My Gran always said that they still loved each other. I wondered how that could be true. How can you love someone when you don't even know your own name? I later realized that there is so much more to love. It was another one of our yearly visits to St.Mungos, during Christmas. We stayed for only an hour before Gran decided it was time to leave. We were just about to reach the exit when I decided that I wanted to go back. Making a quick excuse to Gran, I ran back up to the ward.
Just as I was about to step out from behind the privacy curtains that were still drawn, I hung back. I was content to just watch them for a few minutes. Then, a truly remarkable site came before my eyes.
My father was reaching out his hand. It was shaky yes, but I swear that for a moment he almost looked like the man I had seen pictures of, handsome and cheerful. He almost looked as if he had a purpose. And then I realized that he did. He grabbed mum's hand. I was shocked. And then he opened his mouth. I stood there, stationary, fascinated by what I was seeing. I was told that neither of my parents had spoken since they had been tortured. I wondered if it was possible.
'A. . . Al . . . Al . . . Alice . . .' He uttered, his voice horse as it had not been used for years. His eyes were alight as he gazed at her gaunt face. 'Be . . . Be . . . Beautiful . . .'
And then my mum turned her head ever so slightly and smiled at him. It was in that moment that I realized my Gran had been right. My father remembered her, even if just for a brief moment. It was a beautiful sight, watching them together, hands still clasped tightly around each other. It was truly the best Christmas I've ever had.
The End
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Posted: Sun Aug 21, 2005 10:54 am
kagome_chan001 whee Looks like a great beginning. It's not a pairing I normally see, but it is a good one.
Do they share a dorm? Oliver Wood's a few years older than Harry. Oh well, fanfiction is fanfiction. I think you should keep on writing.
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Posted: Sun Aug 21, 2005 11:41 am
Ok I know that some of this information might be a little off. But please don't let that spur you into not reading! biggrin This chapter is a little 'build-up'. Nothing too exciting. . . Except well . . . Well if you want to know, read it! xd I'll write the next chapter soon. I just have to come up with good ideas. Tell me what you think!
Chapter2
November was quickly approaching. The wind was chilling and the castle began to fill with dankness. Harry had spend the next week catching up on homework and looking forward to the Slytherin quidditch match. It was the day before the match: a slightly cloudy Friday. Harry woke to a note on the Gryffindor common room notice board.
To all quidditch players,
I'd like us to meet half and hour before our match today, just to go over some plans and warm up. . .
Wood
Harry tied his shoe and walked out through the portrait hall. A bell chimmed half-way up the corridor. It was eight o'clock. The match was to take place at eleven. Harry walked down the halls hands in his pockets due to the chilly air. He turned the corner to the Entrance Hall. Harry hit something solid. He began falling backwards, unable to brace himself because of his caught hands. A hand reached out and seized him by the hand that had just flung out of his pocket. Harry was pulled upright again.
"Sorry.", he said without thinking.
"No problem. . ."
It was Oliver again. Harry hadn't seen him since that day after Snape's detention. Harry laughed slightly, ruffling his hair. . .
"You read the notice board this mornin'?", asked Wood.
"Yeah, got your message.", responded Harry.
The side of Wood's mouth rose in a half-smile. Neither of them realised that Wood's hand was still clasped around Harry's. . .
"Well I better get to breakfast.", said Harry.
"Yeah 'course. See yeah!"
And both of them parted. Harry entered the open doors to the Great Hall. He spotted Hermione and Ron in the middle of the Gryffindor table.He went over and sat next to Ron, across from Hermione, elated.
"D'you get Wood's -", started Ron.
"Yes I know.", interejected Harry, pulling some toast towards him.
Harry smiled and poured himself some orange juice. Hermione continued a conversation she was having with Ron before Harry's arrival.
"So, yeah Ron. . . You should really start with your Charms essay. It's due tomorrow."
"Yeah -I wo 'My-nee!" Ron was shoveling some scrambled eggs into his mouth.
"I'll get it done tonight. Promise. . .", he finished, clearing his throat.
Harry had finished spreading jam on his toast and took a bite.
"So why are you so happy today Harry?", asked Hermione.
". . . Quidditch!", grinned Harry, swallowing before answering. . .
In truth, he had thought about Hermione's question and the answer seemed as inexplicable as the night after Snape's detention.
The three of them finished their meal and walked out of the Hall. They walked around a bit, none of them paying attention to where they were headed. Ron stopped as they passed the boys' bathroom.
"Guys, I have to go.", he said tilting his head towards the oak doar.
"Yeah yeah.", dissmissed Hermione.
Hermione looked at Harry with a grin. Ron has dissapeared through the door so fast, it seemed he had Disapperated. Harry looked at his bushy-haired friend puzzlingly.
"What?", he said defensively.
He hated when She gave him these kind of looks; like she knew something he didn't. Ron zipped back out and they were off, before she could answer. . . The three of them walked out into the Hogwarts grounds. It was nearing half-passed ten and the Gryffindor quidditch team was already half-assembled on the pitch. Harry could make out his captain, and Fred and George. Ron and Hermione made their way to the stands as Harry met up with the group.
The wind blew and a few droplets of rain fell. But Harry's mood was not impeded by the weather. Wood smiled at him as Potter greated the three in front of him.
"Look, here comes Katie now. . ." Oliver squinted.
When the team was all there, they kicked off the ground and rose into the air. Wood began barking orders, as the team flew into different formations. Anticipation built as the stands began to fill. Harry felt quite free on his broom. Wood also had seemed to order less people around then usual, or was he simply being more lack with Harry? He wasn't sure. It wasn't really on his mind and he caught a crowd of green clothed Slytherins making their way to the pitch out of the corner of his eye, followed by the rest of the school. It was time. The match was about to begin. Harry's stomach gave it's usual flip!
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Posted: Mon Aug 22, 2005 8:20 pm
Disclamer: Not mine. Jo's. Worshipe her. NOW.
A/N: Another take on how Remus and Sirius found out that they loved eachother. And it takes them three years to tell eachother. Pure angst, light slash SiriusRemus. Happy ending.
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In fifth year, to Remus, it had all been a hazy blur of emotion and hormones. He was confused about his sexuality because he hadn't had a girlfriend since second year. The girl was Ella Hannings, and the most they'd done was hold hands. Remuis was ashamed that he could even think about having feelings for any males, let alone his best friend, Sirius Black.
Besides the fact that Remus hated himself for being different and having feelings for his best friend, he was ashamed that he had given up on trying to get Sirius the third day that Remus had admitted his feelings to himself. He loathed not believing in himself, and loathed himself more for having any hope that Sirius may be gay or even bi-sexual.
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Fifteen year old Sirius hated the fact that Remus wasn't gay. He hated the fact that girls swooned over him. And most of all, Sirius hated being gay himself. Sirius couldn't kiss girls like so many of them wanted to, and he couldn't hold ones hand. If he tryed, his hand would burn and he'd have to pull away and run away in shame.
He hated himself and hated his raging emotions. He loathed the feeling of wanting to pick up Remus' hand when Remus' looked depressed because of his lycanthropy, and not being able to. He wanted to turn Remus' face with a long finger and press their lips together passionately and lovingly, and he absolutely HATED the tears that ran down his face whenever he thought about Remus.
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It was in late May, and the boys Dormitory air was thick with flying clothes and parchment as the four boys within packed, attempting to get all their posesions from the small Dormitory room without mussing it up farther.
When Sirius dropped his Charms book, he and Remus had both reached down, and their heads cracked together. They both sprung apart, staggering backwards. When they stood up straight, they looked eachother in the eye and everything disappeared. They leaned close to eachother, the tension between them building up. Before their lips could meet, the two of them drew back, afraid that the other would reject them.
That's the day both their hearts were broken.
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When sixteen year old Remus had time to think, just to think, he let his mind dwell on Sirius and how he had pulled away that one day. Remus simply couldn't understand... It had seemed so right... Yet so weird. Remus knew it was right. First his best friend and second his best friend that was a boy. He constantly told himself that it was wrong. But it still felt so right.
Remus would always shake his head to clear his mind of the boy of his dreams, and try to think about something else. But, it wouldn't work; Sirius would always intrude on his thoughts. He'd always want to simply cry because he knew he was too dangerous to have a significant other. Plus, who'd want him. Remus, the poor one, the average looking one, the werewolf.
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Sirius could never focus on homework. All he could think about was the golden-haired male usually across from him, sucking on the tip of his quill thoughtfully. Sirius couldn't help thinking that Remus was wrong for him, and yet he always seemed like just the one. Sirius wouldn't have anyone else, no matter how hard he tryed to be attracted to a girl.
To him, Remus was life. Remus was beautiful and smart and gold. Remus was the most attractive human on this planet, with the small drawback of being a werewolf hanging above his head wherever he went. Remus was whole and pure and- and Remus didn't like him. He remembered Remus pulling back from him in their fifth year. He remembered the look in his eye.
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They were on the Hogwarts Express, just leaving Hogwarts, it fading behind them. When they all changed, Remus and Sirius couldn't help glancing at eachothers exposed chest, blushing tomato when they caught eachothers eyes. When James and Peter both left to go to the end of the train to find Snape and jinx he, Malfoy and Crabbe and Goyle, Sirius and Remus couldn't help the tension between them rise for a second time.
Before they could say anything, they both were on their feet, each making a quick desicion. The two sixteen year olds leaned towards eachother, all throught of pulling away demolished. When their lips met for the first time it was nothing like either of them had ever imagined. Sparks erupted on their lips and their brains melted away, leavingn them to rely completely on instincts and impulses.
When they separated, Remus turned pale, and muttered something about using the bathroom, fleeing the compartment and running down the train corridor.
That was the second time Sirius' heart broke.
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In seventh year, Remus could only stay away from his friends enough to worry them, letting the tears slip freely down his pale face, and knees pulled up to his chest. All he could think about were sparks when Sirius had kisse dhim and the feelings that radiated from his toes to his finger tips. He couldn't stand being away. But Remus knew he could never be with Sirius. Not being a werewolf.
And now whenever Remus looked, Sirius was making kissy faces at Hanna Patil. The first kissy faces that he'd made to a girl in years. Remus thought that the state of their kiss must have struck something inside Sirius; perhaps it reminded him about how good girls were at kissing. The thought just made Remus sob harder, head in his hands.
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Sirius was absolutely disgusted with himself. Making kissy faces at a girl that he didn't like. Hekc, a girl at all. Sirius knew he didn't like girls, but what could he do when he knew that Remus didn't like him. That Remus was simply playing with his emotions by kissing him and than fleeing tautingly. It made Sirius sick to his stomach the way he tryed to make Remus jelous.
He knew that Remus didn't like him in that way. All his questions were anwered. He no more dreamed of having Remus or cryed when he thought that he couldn't have his friend. He merely went on with his pitiful life of playing with girls emotions and never doing anything with them. Never feeling anything for them or even wishing thatn he did.
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When the Hogwarts Express came to Platform nine and three quarters, Remus told his friends to go, told them that he wanted to take it all in. When they made to leave, he grabbed Sirius' wrist. Sirius jerked his arm away, looking back at Remus. He asked him what he wanted in a rather ude manner. Remus replied by telling sirius that he wanted to talk.
Sirius had stayed grudgingly, his arms crossed. Remus had apologized for running out, and Sirius had cut him off, yelling loudly about what Remus had done to him. With that, Remus had gulped heavily, fighting back the tears, and, right then and there, explained the reason why they couldn't be together, starting with his lycanthropy and ending with his lookes.
Sirius had shaken his head heavily, fighting back the tears,a nd taken Remus into a shaky, almost platonic hug, with slight underlying meaning for both of them. Sirius had confessed his feelings, and on top of that, told Remus that he was the most beautiful creature alive.
Than, despite bitter efforts to gulp back their tears, slightly of joy, but more of pain, pain from waiting almost three years to tell their feelings to eachother, the tears came, and they sobbed for almost a minute in eachothers arms.
After the flow of tears had stopped, they leaned towards eachother, pressing their lips together softly. When their slow, sensual kiss had come to a close, they had looked eachother in the eye.
That day, Sirius Black and Remus Lupin reliezed that they were in love.
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