Title: Seventh Book Drabbles. Part 1
Summary: As the title says, these are my ideas of what will happen in the Seventh Harry Potter book. These will mainly focus around Remus Lupin. This is one story, of quite a few which will be posted hopefully quite soon.
Warnings: There is mention of violence.
Author's Note: This is the first Harry Potter fanfiction I've written, so I'd love feedback. Hopefully you'll enjoy this story, and I'll try to get the next one up as soon as possible. Each story may differ in date, for instance this first one is set just after Bill and Fleur's wedding and the next one may be when Harry's destroyed the third Horcrux. It does depend, but the last one will obviously be the Final Battle.
Enjoy.
Pain. Fear. Anger. All these emotions and feelings were crashing around inside him, he couldn't think straight. The only thought that remained stationary in his mind, was 'Get to the Burrow! No! Get Home!' He picked himself gingerly off the cold, hard ground. Where he had lain, dark pools of blood swirled ominously. As he began to walk, he felt a searing pain all along his side. Blood was dripping from his face into his eyes, onto his tatty robes. He couldn't see properly, everything was turning a shade of red.
He brought a hand up to his eyes and brushed the blood away, his fingers momentarily touching one of the long, deep cuts sliced across his face. He grimaced in pain, his face contorting as he tried to ignore the deep, throbbing pulse. He lowered his hand and began to move again, letting his feet drag along the ground. All around him he could hear the sounds of twigs breaking, owls hooting, things circling him waiting for him to fall. He would not allow them the satisfaction. No! He moved quicker, gritting his teeth against the throbbing pain in his face and side. He had to get away from that place, he had to. The moonlight glinted off the trees around him; the sharp beams of light that fell from the beautiful orb illuminated the forest that he was in. He allowed himself a glance up, to see its beauty. He saw it, in its Waxing Cresant with its deep indentations on the surface.
His eyes turned back to his path, his brain trying to clear itself, trying to focus on getting home.
Finally he reached the edge of the wood, he turned slowly. In between the trees he saw eyes staring at him, white globes in the dark forest. He closed his eyes, and spun slowly on the spot before disappearing into thin air with a loud 'crack'.
As he disappeared a figure erupted from the tree line, it sniffed the air before letting out a low growl. It moved into the moonlight, its whole body stretching. The figure was more animal than human. Its hands were like paws, each finger holding a long, sharp claw. Its face was long, with a pointed nose and long matted hair. A series of scratches ran the length of his face, one running along his eye making him look even wilder. As he turned he lifted his face up and howled at the moon, and as he did so hundreds of voices joined. All human voices, all turning slowly into animals.
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"Charlie don't hold the camera like that!"
"Why not? I'm the one taking the pictures! And I'm also the best photographer in this family!"
"So? I'm the groom! And I'm your eldest brother, I'm allowed to tell you what to do!"
"You smug git Bill! Just 'cause you've gotten married…"
"That's enough you two! It's like having a pair of toddlers in the house! It's hard to believe you're both in your twenties!"
"Mum, come on he's being all hoity toity! Just 'cause he's gotten married!"
"Charlie, shut up and take the damn picture!"
"Ron! I will not have you spouting language like that!" Mrs Weasley clipped her youngest son around the ear, before turning back to Charlie and smiling. "Come along dear, some of us can't stand like this forever."
"Okay, okay," Charlie said, smirking at Ron before he looked back through the camera lens and put his finger on the flash. Bill and Fleur were sat on two chairs in the middle of the group; the whole Weasley clan (minus Charlie and Percy), Harry, Hermione and most of the Order were grouped around them. All smiling, or at least trying to smile most having gotten bored of standing around in the same positions for the past ten minutes. Mr and Mrs Weasley were behind the newly-weds their smiles almost infectious. Harry and Hermione were near Fred and George, both of whom were wearing identical smirks. There was a sudden flash and everyone began to move again, most of the moving back to the large, wooden table in the middle of the kitchen. It was laden with food, half of it was already eaten but there were still some leftovers. Bill and Fleur stayed put, hugging happily. Their big day
had gone without a hitch, and all of their friends and family had been there. Apart from Remus and Percy, Percy's absence was expected but everyone had been surprised at the letter that had arrived the morning of the wedding.
Dear Molly, Arthur, Bill and Fleur.
I'm very sorry but I won't be able to make it to the wedding today, I'm afraid it's business and I will be unable to get away from it. But I do hope that you have a fantastic day, and I gave Tonks your present.
I hope to see you soon,
Yours sincerely
Remus J. Lupin.
They had all exchanged looks but said nothing of it, graciously excepting the gift and apologies from Tonks. None of the gifts had been opened yet; all of them lay in a pile in the Living Room.
"Come on Charlie, let me see the pictures."
"Nope."
"Why not?"
"Because... I don't really know but no you can't see them Ronald." Charlie's smirk widened, as Ron's face flushed crimson. The youngest Weasley boy moved back to his seat, and sat down, his face like thunder. Harry tried not to smile, as he watched the twins imitate Ron's feeble attempts to see the photos before. Hermione was chatting happily with Ginny, both sat near the end of the table, both completely ignoring the boys. Mr and Mrs Weasley were in deep discussion with Moody, Tonks and Kingsley, all were whispering so none of the 'children' could hear anything. Charlie had finally sat down, next to Bill. Fleur was opposite Bill next to the twins, and she was laughing at their antics. Music was playing softly in the background, no one was really taking any notice of it but soon people would be dancing to it.
Suddenly a loud knock on the door caught everyone's attention, no one moved or made a sound, only the music could be heard playing softly in the background. The knocking came again, and this time Mr Weasley, Bill, Charlie, Moody and Kingsley rose to their feet. They drew their wands and moved towards the door, all holding their breath. Harry and Ron both stared at the door, praying that it wasn't who they thought it was.
"Arthur? Molly? Anyone?" A soft voice drifted through the door, everyone visible relaxed as they recognised the voice of Remus Lupin. Mr Weasley moved forwards and placed a hand on the doorknob about to open it, when suddenly Mrs Weasley let out a small shriek.
"Arthur, the question!"
"Oh right! Sorry Remus," He said through the door, "we've got to ask you the question. Umm..." He turned from the door and looked at his wife. "Molly, umm... what's the question?" Mrs Weasley rolled her eyes as she got up herself, and made her way carefully over to the door. All five men stood behind her, wands raised ready for the attack.
"What shape does your patronus take?" She asked loudly and clearly through the wooden door, every single person in the room listened carefully waiting for a sound. They heard a quiet moan, before
"Lion, now please let me in!" Mrs Weasley began to open the door, but Mr Weasley stopped her. She looked up at him and he nodded his head towards her old seat, she moved towards it carefully and watched as Mr Weasley opened the door.