Nepenthium
Remus Lupin decided that he was thinking mainly of himself when he carried out his foolish plan. He decided that he had been reckless and selfish and because of it Harry was dead and it was his mistake and his fault. No one should ever suffer for another's mistake, that's just not ht e way it should be.
He didn't care if they thought he was crazy because they didn't matter, all that mattered was finding a way to reverse what had happened because it wasn't supposed to end like this, he could feel it. Instinctively, unexplainably, he knew it wasn't supposed to end this way, tied with a neat little bow like a fairy tale.
He'd thought about a time turner, but realized that wouldn't do much good, it can't resurrect people permanently, history plays out just how it wishes in that area, as he well knew.
It was at this point he decided to look for a spell to travel back in time.
At this point he also decided that he was completely insane, but he tried not to think like that because then he'd be just like all those people that don't understand, that don't have the same history, emotion, thought pattern as he.
He'd heard all the stories about people who had attempted this feat. They'd been mutilated, decapitated, gone insane or changed the course of history. But it didn't matter, didn't matter, because if he did nothing it would be worse.
So he looked through all the history books and all the old spell books, even the forbidden ones they weren't even supposed to think about. It was a dusty backroom in the Order of the Phoenix Headquarters. The atmosphere was thick, dusty, quiet. Old and undisturbed. Like a tomb.
He searched until he came unto a spell in an old spell book that for some reason caught his attention. It was just a spell for cleaning dishes, and a very outdated one at that. But somehow...
It was hard to think he struggled against the fatigue threatening to pull him under... images were getting foggy in his mind and the words on the page made no sense to him...
Suddenly, with his eyes half closed and only halfway conscious, he started because the words on the page were becoming different words.
I'm dreaming. He thought. It's impossible.
Then he woke up with a start and realized he had, in fact, been dreaming, but he came to an important realization:
The spell wasn't what it seemed, it was something else, he just had to look at it from a different point of view.
He stared at the page with half open eyes, read it backwards and upside down, held a mirror up to it and tapped it with his wand, all to no avail.
Pointless. He thought. Everything is so pointless, life just like to play little games, dangling hope in front of your face and snatching the opportunity away, leaving the hope with no appeal. He started daydreaming, and remembering.
"Harry, don't go in there." "Lupin, we've got to face Voldemort at some point." "It's too dangerous, we need organization...it could be a trap..." "I'M GOING!!"
"No , you're not!!!" Lupin blasted him with and immobilization curse. Harry's eyes sparked with hatred.
It was a spur of the moment dedication. Lupin grabbed the paralyzed Harry and threw him back against the tree and ran in the building himself. In the dark, cold quiet, he heard a yell and saw a flash of light...
He ran out of the building just as it collapsed. Bits of shattered glass scratched his entire body... ...wait...
"Revealing spell!!" Lupin cried triumphantly. The old, forgotten spell... was it just an old wives tale? Would it really decode this spell? Was this the spell it was supposed to decode?
"Worth a try," he thought and whispered,
"Silver rain a frozen gray, endless night and darkened days..."
Tonks and Snape walked into the room. "Lupin, what on earth..."
"Strip away the living mask..."
The spell book started to glow a warm purple. "Lupin, stop!" Snape leaped for him...
"Incantum of revealeas!!"
Snape fell back as if pushed by an invisible force and stared helplessly as the purple light grew and surrounded Lupin. Lupin smiled ironically and whispered the words that appeared on the page in purple glowing ink.
"Mortenium chronalia Reversus!!"
"Harry, don't go in there." "Lupin, we've got to face Voldemort at some point..."
Lupin stopped.
"Professor..."
"Yes, Harry, we do, but not at this point. Put on your invisibility cloak and give me my wand."
Harry was about to protest but Lupin just grabbed the wand himself and threw the cloak over the two of them. Then he whispered, Nepenthium, an old, little-known spell to hide emotions.
Then he just hoped.
The dementors floated towards the tree, breathing those cold, rattling sighs. The cold, foggy air blurred Lupin's vision, he could barely see their silhouettes Lupin could fell Harry's whole body shiver. Suddenly the building exploded, and shattered glass flew everywhere. The invisibility cloak flew off them. Lupin frantically looked for it until he realized the dementors were beneath the rubble.
Suddenly he realized... the dementors didn't kill Harry... but then...
He found the invisibility cloak and draped it over Harry.
And waited.
Voldemort apparated quickly, without warning. "My dementors..." He saw their mottled hands under the wreckage. "Harry, where is he?" he screamed at Lupin.
"Buried alive. Your work is done. As is mine." He stared at the shattered glass of the ground. I could end it here, He thought to himself. Voldemort couldn't torture me for information, and I wouldn't have to worry about making another mistake and hurting someone else. Because he had realized he had no way of getting back to the correct time.
His eyes rested on the tree for a moment, realizing that these were
most likely the last moments of his life.
I've got to play this out. For Harry, for the Order, for everyone.
He looked Voldemort in the eyes and said "Hit me with your best shot."
Review, please! Also I dunno how Lupin's gonna get out of this, but he
will, because I will have my Chapter 2!!!!
Remus Lupin decided that he was thinking mainly of himself when he carried out his foolish plan. He decided that he had been reckless and selfish and because of it Harry was dead and it was his mistake and his fault. No one should ever suffer for another's mistake, that's just not ht e way it should be.
He didn't care if they thought he was crazy because they didn't matter, all that mattered was finding a way to reverse what had happened because it wasn't supposed to end like this, he could feel it. Instinctively, unexplainably, he knew it wasn't supposed to end this way, tied with a neat little bow like a fairy tale.
He'd thought about a time turner, but realized that wouldn't do much good, it can't resurrect people permanently, history plays out just how it wishes in that area, as he well knew.
It was at this point he decided to look for a spell to travel back in time.
At this point he also decided that he was completely insane, but he tried not to think like that because then he'd be just like all those people that don't understand, that don't have the same history, emotion, thought pattern as he.
He'd heard all the stories about people who had attempted this feat. They'd been mutilated, decapitated, gone insane or changed the course of history. But it didn't matter, didn't matter, because if he did nothing it would be worse.
So he looked through all the history books and all the old spell books, even the forbidden ones they weren't even supposed to think about. It was a dusty backroom in the Order of the Phoenix Headquarters. The atmosphere was thick, dusty, quiet. Old and undisturbed. Like a tomb.
He searched until he came unto a spell in an old spell book that for some reason caught his attention. It was just a spell for cleaning dishes, and a very outdated one at that. But somehow...
It was hard to think he struggled against the fatigue threatening to pull him under... images were getting foggy in his mind and the words on the page made no sense to him...
Suddenly, with his eyes half closed and only halfway conscious, he started because the words on the page were becoming different words.
I'm dreaming. He thought. It's impossible.
Then he woke up with a start and realized he had, in fact, been dreaming, but he came to an important realization:
The spell wasn't what it seemed, it was something else, he just had to look at it from a different point of view.
He stared at the page with half open eyes, read it backwards and upside down, held a mirror up to it and tapped it with his wand, all to no avail.
Pointless. He thought. Everything is so pointless, life just like to play little games, dangling hope in front of your face and snatching the opportunity away, leaving the hope with no appeal. He started daydreaming, and remembering.
"Harry, don't go in there." "Lupin, we've got to face Voldemort at some point." "It's too dangerous, we need organization...it could be a trap..." "I'M GOING!!"
"No , you're not!!!" Lupin blasted him with and immobilization curse. Harry's eyes sparked with hatred.
It was a spur of the moment dedication. Lupin grabbed the paralyzed Harry and threw him back against the tree and ran in the building himself. In the dark, cold quiet, he heard a yell and saw a flash of light...
He ran out of the building just as it collapsed. Bits of shattered glass scratched his entire body... ...wait...
"Revealing spell!!" Lupin cried triumphantly. The old, forgotten spell... was it just an old wives tale? Would it really decode this spell? Was this the spell it was supposed to decode?
"Worth a try," he thought and whispered,
"Silver rain a frozen gray, endless night and darkened days..."
Tonks and Snape walked into the room. "Lupin, what on earth..."
"Strip away the living mask..."
The spell book started to glow a warm purple. "Lupin, stop!" Snape leaped for him...
"Incantum of revealeas!!"
Snape fell back as if pushed by an invisible force and stared helplessly as the purple light grew and surrounded Lupin. Lupin smiled ironically and whispered the words that appeared on the page in purple glowing ink.
"Mortenium chronalia Reversus!!"
"Harry, don't go in there." "Lupin, we've got to face Voldemort at some point..."
Lupin stopped.
"Professor..."
"Yes, Harry, we do, but not at this point. Put on your invisibility cloak and give me my wand."
Harry was about to protest but Lupin just grabbed the wand himself and threw the cloak over the two of them. Then he whispered, Nepenthium, an old, little-known spell to hide emotions.
Then he just hoped.
The dementors floated towards the tree, breathing those cold, rattling sighs. The cold, foggy air blurred Lupin's vision, he could barely see their silhouettes Lupin could fell Harry's whole body shiver. Suddenly the building exploded, and shattered glass flew everywhere. The invisibility cloak flew off them. Lupin frantically looked for it until he realized the dementors were beneath the rubble.
Suddenly he realized... the dementors didn't kill Harry... but then...
He found the invisibility cloak and draped it over Harry.
And waited.
Voldemort apparated quickly, without warning. "My dementors..." He saw their mottled hands under the wreckage. "Harry, where is he?" he screamed at Lupin.
"Buried alive. Your work is done. As is mine." He stared at the shattered glass of the ground. I could end it here, He thought to himself. Voldemort couldn't torture me for information, and I wouldn't have to worry about making another mistake and hurting someone else. Because he had realized he had no way of getting back to the correct time.
His eyes rested on the tree for a moment, realizing that these were
most likely the last moments of his life.
I've got to play this out. For Harry, for the Order, for everyone.
He looked Voldemort in the eyes and said "Hit me with your best shot."
Review, please! Also I dunno how Lupin's gonna get out of this, but he
will, because I will have my Chapter 2!!!!