::Via Non Capuit::
I'm writing this fic with Dizmius Artistius- we each write from a different character's point of view you see! Clever huh? So look for a fic with the same title as this, written by my friend Diz! Err...OK so I suck at introductions, but r/r anyway please!!!
There's a small cottage in a forest in an uncharted area of Wales. It's so far out of the way, because the person who lives here believes that he is a danger to everyone, including himself. At the moment, though, he's not alone. Not at all alone...
...Remus sat in the scrappy chair, his arms around a girl with long, caramel hair. She had jade green eyes, and was at the time eating a cream cake. Remus whispered something in her ear and she giggled, dropping a bit of cream down her top.
"Messy pup."
"I'm not the pup," she protested, "You are." She giggled again and reached for the champagne bottle next to the couple. But Remus got there first, and held the bottle out of her reach.
"Hey! Give it back!"
"I think you, Miss, have had enough to drink for one night."
Drusilla gave up and sank back into Remus' arms, "Meanie," she muttered more to herself than him.
"Just thinking of your liver," he said gently. She smiled weakly and curled up in his arms, dropping off to sleep easily.
* * *
"Wake up, Dru. Wake up!" Someone was shaking Drusilla, and through her headache, she could make out Remus' worn face.
"What is't? I'm tired."
"Padfoot- you know- Sirius. He's here. Quick! He needs your help."
She got up slowly, her body aching from being curled up so tightly for so long. A glance at the clock on the table opposite told her that it was four in the morning. She groaned.
Remus led her through to the kitchen, where a bleeding Sirius Black was crouched on the floor. She gasped. He looked horrific- there were gashes on his arms, face, legs, and back. "What happened?" she asked, her hangover vanishing instantly.
"Death Eaters, about twenty of them, heading this way," Sirius replied weakly, "Came to warn you. They were in Godric's Hollow when I ran into them."
Remus glanced at the clock, "Then they'll be here in half an hour. We'd better get you cleaned up quickly."
Drusilla bent down and examined his wounds carefully, then she touched her wand gently to them all, and the blood vanished, leaving only a few bruises.
She straightened up, "They'll be here soon. We'll never be able to hold them all off alone- better warn someone."
What do you think? Please review!
*Ari*
I'm writing this fic with Dizmius Artistius- we each write from a different character's point of view you see! Clever huh? So look for a fic with the same title as this, written by my friend Diz! Err...OK so I suck at introductions, but r/r anyway please!!!
There's a small cottage in a forest in an uncharted area of Wales. It's so far out of the way, because the person who lives here believes that he is a danger to everyone, including himself. At the moment, though, he's not alone. Not at all alone...
...Remus sat in the scrappy chair, his arms around a girl with long, caramel hair. She had jade green eyes, and was at the time eating a cream cake. Remus whispered something in her ear and she giggled, dropping a bit of cream down her top.
"Messy pup."
"I'm not the pup," she protested, "You are." She giggled again and reached for the champagne bottle next to the couple. But Remus got there first, and held the bottle out of her reach.
"Hey! Give it back!"
"I think you, Miss, have had enough to drink for one night."
Drusilla gave up and sank back into Remus' arms, "Meanie," she muttered more to herself than him.
"Just thinking of your liver," he said gently. She smiled weakly and curled up in his arms, dropping off to sleep easily.
* * *
"Wake up, Dru. Wake up!" Someone was shaking Drusilla, and through her headache, she could make out Remus' worn face.
"What is't? I'm tired."
"Padfoot- you know- Sirius. He's here. Quick! He needs your help."
She got up slowly, her body aching from being curled up so tightly for so long. A glance at the clock on the table opposite told her that it was four in the morning. She groaned.
Remus led her through to the kitchen, where a bleeding Sirius Black was crouched on the floor. She gasped. He looked horrific- there were gashes on his arms, face, legs, and back. "What happened?" she asked, her hangover vanishing instantly.
"Death Eaters, about twenty of them, heading this way," Sirius replied weakly, "Came to warn you. They were in Godric's Hollow when I ran into them."
Remus glanced at the clock, "Then they'll be here in half an hour. We'd better get you cleaned up quickly."
Drusilla bent down and examined his wounds carefully, then she touched her wand gently to them all, and the blood vanished, leaving only a few bruises.
She straightened up, "They'll be here soon. We'll never be able to hold them all off alone- better warn someone."
What do you think? Please review!
*Ari*