Gosh: I have an appallingly dreadful headache. But I guess it is my fault
as I'm the one who ran into my bedpost...accidentally of course! Do you
like it to be double-spaced?
This prologue is really choppy, and it jumps from one subject to the next.
Sorry about that. I will try to make the next chapter be not so..so..well,
you know...
But anyway kudos for you..you have continued on. So I will, too...
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Prologue: Odds and Ends of Peter Stubbe
"NOOOO!!!" Her voice rang through the woods echoing in the trunks of every hollow tree, ringing alarm in all the little creatures of the forest's ears. Leaves scattered at the waves the cacophonous sound made while minikinlies swung from treetop to treetop. After the millions of repeated voices died down, silence was upon all.
Well almost all. If you didn't count the mumbled sobs that were faintly heard and if you didn't listen close enough, to hear the little minikinly shouting protest against the disruption of their post-full moon ceremonies.
Yep.
It was that time of the month.
Their time of the month.
She turned abruptly around, evidently nervous regarding the outcome of her diabolical night. Lying beside her was a boy. Only 5 or 6 years of age. Out cold on the rotting soil of the forest floor where blood lay unperceived all around him. Her sobs grew louder, no longer silent. She was freely crying now, over the loss of a stranger. Her conscience weighed with self-condemnation. "What have I done? What have I done?"
When the words were swept out of her mind, she ensconced on the dirt and cradled the young boy, aware of the time, aware of the chilliness of the wee hours of the morning, but unaware of the twitching in the boy's eyebrow.
She did, however, notice when his eyes sprang to life, suddenly, bouncing around to see the atmosphere in which he lay. What happened? Echoed through his mind as he recalled the horrid events of the previous, inevitable night. Finally gaining courage, he asked the obvious, "Who are you? Where am I? Why is there blood?." His eyes grew wider when each question registered in him mind; but as his voice cracked, he could no longer voice them. The girl reassured him with a smile. An action that she knew was out of place. She replied, "Don't worry, everything will be alright," when she knew, plain as day and night, it would not. The little boy must have had credence in her as he fell into a slumber again lasting only a few hours more... *_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_
Prologue: Continued (lol.don't have a name for this.)
Remus lay awake on his bed, his blue eyes searching the canopy above him. How could he dream this? Must he wake up to this nightmare every night? Slowly but smoothly closing his eyes, he slipped into sleep dreaming of Hogwarts and what it would be like, if he would ever get accepted. Which is highly unlikely, from the way things are erupting.for the worse.
The next morning, upon waking up, he hastily got dressed, grabbed his schoolbooks and headed to the dinning room, where his mother would teach him basic skills in magic. Well not exactly his mother, but his guardian in the least. "Did you sleep well?" she asked.
'Yes m'am."
"No you didn't, I can see it in your eyes.Now sit down before it's afternoon already." Remus obeyed, while looking at the clock. 8:09. His step aunt could be so hard on him sometimes.
"Now where did we leave off.. oh yes. Vow of Selorehs." She mused.
"Can I get a piece of toast real quick?" interjected Remus. "Yes honey..and get the door two."
DING-DONG. How did she know that was coming? Weird.
"Yes, Yes. Come in sir. Please be seated."
"Why thank you," the man said, his blue eyes sparkling.
"Mother. Someone wants to speak with you!" Remus' voice rang through the empty halls. Shortly after, he proceeded to the kitchen to receive some toast from the servant girl, Maria Bella Laschanse. A wonderful young lady, the same a as Remus, but from Chile, South America. There was surely some magic in her blood too, as she could live in a magical household. I wonder why she doesn't attend Hogwarts.
"Good morning, Maria!"
"Here's your toast." How did she know I only wanted toast this morning?
"Thank you very much, buenos dias."
When Remus returned to the parlor, the man was gone. Strangely, so was his mother. That's weird. But..there was a note.
I'll be back at 8:00 tonight. Don't do any magic. Give this note
to Maria upon reading. And congrats Remus.
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"No. Let's play another game here. I'm on your team."
"Yes! HA! He's on my team."
Lily was on her window watching the boys play air soft outside. They were really good; fast at loading, shooting, aiming. The whole works.
Suddenly, Aaron, the grand master of the game, looked into the window. Lily wanted to dive into hiding instantly. She even started to slouch in the window seat in her room, where she was looking.
I don't know why? It's not like it's bad that he sees me watching them play. I guess I want to keep him to myself. Not let him know I was there. Spy. No, no, no. Just be eyes from afar.
Of course Lily's brother wasn't out there. He didn't have enough money to even own an air soft gun, much less an air soft rifle. If I could get enough money, I'll buy him one.for his birthday. Only 2 weeks away.
But of course she could never do anything like that, for sake of honor. Or so that's how she always reassured her guilt.
"Don't forget my birthday, ever again! As long as you live." And Lily hadn't. As long as she lived, she wouldn't. That's a promise.
Lily forced herself to think of something else, so she wouldn't start crying. And so that's how her mind shifted to Aaron. He is so cute. Skater and everything. Even smart.for a muggle.
6th year. Yep, Lily would be in her 6th year in about 3 weeks; on September 1st.
Well not exactly. I'm not a 6th year until I have the knowledge and maturity of one. Lily then contradicted herself: But then again, if that were true, the marauders should only be in 2nd year.
Lily obliviously scratched her head. But, she reasoned, some of their stupid pranks require 7th year knowledge, so it all balances out. Stupid marauders. Your hurting my brain!
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I guess that first part was sort of depressing.or at least for me..
Maybe in the end this will all be more clarifying.
Would somebody tell me how to use italics!!!!?????? This chapter is so messed up. Damn.
I wish I could galvanize you into reviewing..but I think I'm stuck at my computer (when, oops, I'm supposed to be studying for a big history test tomorrow)..so therefore I must resort to just encouraging you to review..whether it be good or bad...
Thank You
-Andi
SpiderSquirrel= thanks fro reviewing. I was having a little..well, lots..of trouble with ff.net last night, so I didn't actually put in the story. I'm sorry.
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Prologue: Odds and Ends of Peter Stubbe
"NOOOO!!!" Her voice rang through the woods echoing in the trunks of every hollow tree, ringing alarm in all the little creatures of the forest's ears. Leaves scattered at the waves the cacophonous sound made while minikinlies swung from treetop to treetop. After the millions of repeated voices died down, silence was upon all.
Well almost all. If you didn't count the mumbled sobs that were faintly heard and if you didn't listen close enough, to hear the little minikinly shouting protest against the disruption of their post-full moon ceremonies.
Yep.
It was that time of the month.
Their time of the month.
She turned abruptly around, evidently nervous regarding the outcome of her diabolical night. Lying beside her was a boy. Only 5 or 6 years of age. Out cold on the rotting soil of the forest floor where blood lay unperceived all around him. Her sobs grew louder, no longer silent. She was freely crying now, over the loss of a stranger. Her conscience weighed with self-condemnation. "What have I done? What have I done?"
When the words were swept out of her mind, she ensconced on the dirt and cradled the young boy, aware of the time, aware of the chilliness of the wee hours of the morning, but unaware of the twitching in the boy's eyebrow.
She did, however, notice when his eyes sprang to life, suddenly, bouncing around to see the atmosphere in which he lay. What happened? Echoed through his mind as he recalled the horrid events of the previous, inevitable night. Finally gaining courage, he asked the obvious, "Who are you? Where am I? Why is there blood?." His eyes grew wider when each question registered in him mind; but as his voice cracked, he could no longer voice them. The girl reassured him with a smile. An action that she knew was out of place. She replied, "Don't worry, everything will be alright," when she knew, plain as day and night, it would not. The little boy must have had credence in her as he fell into a slumber again lasting only a few hours more... *_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_
Prologue: Continued (lol.don't have a name for this.)
Remus lay awake on his bed, his blue eyes searching the canopy above him. How could he dream this? Must he wake up to this nightmare every night? Slowly but smoothly closing his eyes, he slipped into sleep dreaming of Hogwarts and what it would be like, if he would ever get accepted. Which is highly unlikely, from the way things are erupting.for the worse.
The next morning, upon waking up, he hastily got dressed, grabbed his schoolbooks and headed to the dinning room, where his mother would teach him basic skills in magic. Well not exactly his mother, but his guardian in the least. "Did you sleep well?" she asked.
'Yes m'am."
"No you didn't, I can see it in your eyes.Now sit down before it's afternoon already." Remus obeyed, while looking at the clock. 8:09. His step aunt could be so hard on him sometimes.
"Now where did we leave off.. oh yes. Vow of Selorehs." She mused.
"Can I get a piece of toast real quick?" interjected Remus. "Yes honey..and get the door two."
DING-DONG. How did she know that was coming? Weird.
"Yes, Yes. Come in sir. Please be seated."
"Why thank you," the man said, his blue eyes sparkling.
"Mother. Someone wants to speak with you!" Remus' voice rang through the empty halls. Shortly after, he proceeded to the kitchen to receive some toast from the servant girl, Maria Bella Laschanse. A wonderful young lady, the same a as Remus, but from Chile, South America. There was surely some magic in her blood too, as she could live in a magical household. I wonder why she doesn't attend Hogwarts.
"Good morning, Maria!"
"Here's your toast." How did she know I only wanted toast this morning?
"Thank you very much, buenos dias."
When Remus returned to the parlor, the man was gone. Strangely, so was his mother. That's weird. But..there was a note.
I'll be back at 8:00 tonight. Don't do any magic. Give this note
to Maria upon reading. And congrats Remus.
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"No. Let's play another game here. I'm on your team."
"Yes! HA! He's on my team."
Lily was on her window watching the boys play air soft outside. They were really good; fast at loading, shooting, aiming. The whole works.
Suddenly, Aaron, the grand master of the game, looked into the window. Lily wanted to dive into hiding instantly. She even started to slouch in the window seat in her room, where she was looking.
I don't know why? It's not like it's bad that he sees me watching them play. I guess I want to keep him to myself. Not let him know I was there. Spy. No, no, no. Just be eyes from afar.
Of course Lily's brother wasn't out there. He didn't have enough money to even own an air soft gun, much less an air soft rifle. If I could get enough money, I'll buy him one.for his birthday. Only 2 weeks away.
But of course she could never do anything like that, for sake of honor. Or so that's how she always reassured her guilt.
"Don't forget my birthday, ever again! As long as you live." And Lily hadn't. As long as she lived, she wouldn't. That's a promise.
Lily forced herself to think of something else, so she wouldn't start crying. And so that's how her mind shifted to Aaron. He is so cute. Skater and everything. Even smart.for a muggle.
6th year. Yep, Lily would be in her 6th year in about 3 weeks; on September 1st.
Well not exactly. I'm not a 6th year until I have the knowledge and maturity of one. Lily then contradicted herself: But then again, if that were true, the marauders should only be in 2nd year.
Lily obliviously scratched her head. But, she reasoned, some of their stupid pranks require 7th year knowledge, so it all balances out. Stupid marauders. Your hurting my brain!
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I guess that first part was sort of depressing.or at least for me..
Maybe in the end this will all be more clarifying.
Would somebody tell me how to use italics!!!!?????? This chapter is so messed up. Damn.
I wish I could galvanize you into reviewing..but I think I'm stuck at my computer (when, oops, I'm supposed to be studying for a big history test tomorrow)..so therefore I must resort to just encouraging you to review..whether it be good or bad...
Thank You
-Andi
SpiderSquirrel= thanks fro reviewing. I was having a little..well, lots..of trouble with ff.net last night, so I didn't actually put in the story. I'm sorry.