Hee hee hee! A sequel!

Hey everyone! I'm back! First off, it's NOT absolutely necessary to read 'Fate Allowed' to understand this, although it would help...

If you want to read the original, just click on the button located somewhere above this sentence, scroll down, ignore all the Gundam Wing and Count Cain (Unless your into that stuff, in which case, read it cos it's brilliant) if you can be bothered... (It's quite long, if you like that sort of thing)

And for those of you who HAVE read 'Fate Allowed', you will enjoy such events as cheating at Quidditch, extended family, mutilating money, a ~deluxe~ pensieve, the rival gangs of the 70's Slytherins, and the return of a certain Spaniard who just doesn't seem to be able to go on a nice holiday.

O.k. well other people will enjoy those things too, but you all know what I mean, well you all know I'm insane anyway.

Right, warnings and summaries and stuff (No one's actually reading this note, are they?)

Title: Return Forbidden /Chapter: Before The Storm

Type: Action/Adventure/Drama/Angst 'n' stuff...

Rating: PG-13 (Have I ever written anything else?)

Pairings: No main character pairings, no slash (Birdie: NOOOOOOOOO!)

Warnings: Some mild violence, some semi-severe violence, some torture (But not as much as in 'Fate Allowed') some colourful language, AU (Padfoot's ALIVE!)

Author: Uhh, that'd be me...

Spoilers: Books 3-5 (yeah, like there's anyone who hasn't read them) Mild spoilers for my other fic...

Summary: After Draco Malfoy decides to cheat at Quidditch and send Harry to the Sahara desert (As heard of in the books) The spell goes horribly wrong and Harry, Ron, and Hermione end up in Romania where they meet several strange and oddly familiar characters, but when Remus, oblivious to the danger, comes with Sirius and the twins to collect them... horror and chaos reigns all...

Disclaimer: Yeah... about that... well as soon as my world domination plans go underway my number one priority is controlling Harry Potter (E.T.C) but for now I own a lovely white cottony straight-jacket, Birdie tucks me in every night with... I also recently came in to possession of a great idea for global conquest! You see, if I was to start by destroying the Swedish football team then-

Birdie: Start the stupid fic you psycho!

Reaper: O.K.! (She's just upset I got 64 reviews for 'Fate Allowed' 64! Thank you people!)

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November 11th, 1996, Number twelve, Grimmauld place, London...

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"FILTHY HALF-BREEDS, DESECRATING THE NOBLE HOUSE OF MY FATHERS!!!"

Remus cracked an eye open, silently dreading what inevitably was coming. He glanced to the old grandfather clock in his room. Two forty-five A.M. Yes, this was bad...

"Three, two, one..." He whispered groggily to himself

"THAT'S IT YOU BITCH! I'LL RIP YOU APART WITH MY BARE HANDS IF I HAVE TO!!!"

And there went Sirius' good mood for the rest of the day.

Sighing, Remus pulled himself up, noticing with distaste that he had once again fallen asleep at his desk. He pushed open the door, ignoring the stinging feeling the light brought to his eyes, witch had been unused for the past... well, it had to have been four hours at least this time.

Trying not to fall down he stairs and split his head open, or break his neck, he felt his way down the familiar passages to where several of the others were already gathered round the infamous portrait of Agatha Black.

"Hey Will..." He muttered to his friend

"Oh 'ey Remy..." Will slurred back.

"Don't call me Remy..." Remy murmured, though it went unheard by Will.

Pushing past Daniel and Toby, (who were swearing heavily at being woken up so late, or rather, early) and Tonks, who was also up, (though, being a morning person, she wasn't so... what's the word? Oh yeah... Pissed off) Remus grabbed Sirius' shoulder and began to drag him away. Sirius predictably started protesting:

"But Moony-"

"No,"

"Moo-oony-"

"No,"

"Oh, come on-"

"No,"

"But-"

"No,"

"Rem-"

"No," He then silenced the animagus with the 'you know you can't win' look

Sirius let out several whines like a small child, and then started poking the werewolf relentlessly, but Remus wasn't one to give up easily, and he merely dragged his friend out of the corridor.

"Ree-mus!!!" Sirius whined.

"Tomorrow, Sirius..." He said exasperatedly

The two friends made their way up to Sirius' bedroom, passing Kreacher on the way, who was trying to hide a silver chandelier in his tunic, even though it was three times his own size. After that unfortunate incident in February, Remus had become extra sensitive to silver, and his hand flew to his head as the nausea hit.

"KREACHER!" Yelled Sirius angrily, "I've told you a million times! NO SILVER ORNAMENTS!!!"

"Kreacher was being loyal to-"

"Oh, shut-up!" Snapped Sirius, no longer being forcibly dragged, and instead starting to drag Remus.

As soon as Remus moved away from the silver, he felt fine again. Typical... Strangely enough, he used to like silver when he was small, more mysterious and charismatic than gold, and even more strangely; he still preferred it to gold. Gold was too flashy for his taste. It had, of course, all changed when he was bitten.

"All right Moony?" asked Sirius, noticing his friend's reflective expression,

"Fine..." Sighed Remus, wishing it was the truth.

"No you're not," Laughed Sirius bitterly, "In case you forgot, which I know you didn't, there's a full moon tomorrow night, you should be resting... In fact, why are we going to my room any way? We should be putting you back to bed, you're the one who should be sleeping!"

Remus groaned softly, Sirius had gone back to mother hen mode, and he thought he had been safe!

"Sirius, I wont be getting any sleep this night, I might as well just go and make myself some coffee..." Ahh... Coffee, the elixir of life

"You know this means you're probably going to pass out in the middle of the day, and I'm going to have to haul your arse up several floors to the attic,"

"Lazy bum-hole..."

"Am not!" Sirius said, mock offended "Anyway, I'm going to have to say this; dear old Snivellus at least has one use, making that potion for you lot!"

"Don't Sirius, Severus is already miserable enough having to make wolfsbane potion for eighteen werewolves, he probably spends most of his free time making that potion..."

"You know I still don't know about that potion, I looked over the ingredients, and you know what it contains?"

"Ooh, a guessing game, oh joy..."

"Deadly nightshade,"

"Painkiller"

"Whatever... what if he puts, I don't know... Hemlock... or-"

"You obviously didn't look over the ingredients that well, Padfoot-"

"What?"

"Hemlock is already one of the ingredients, you idiot..."

"Oh. Well, -"

"Goodnight Padfoot"

Sirius shook his head disapprovingly "Night Remy"

"Don't call me Remy,"

Sirius laughed, "Sure thing Moony ole' buddy ole' pal"

Remus rolled his eyes as his best friend went back in to his room. The werewolf headed towards the kitchen to boil some water. The last months had been trying; all eighteen of the werewolves and Sirius had been cooped up in the house with practically nothing to do. If only the ministry would listen to Dumbledore... Remus sighed. Fudge had been particularly aggrieved when Will had broken his nose, Umbridge (Who was still tragically teaching at Hogwarts) the same.

On the positive side, Sirius was no longer acting so depressing now that there were others to share the house with. He was especially taken with the children, who reminded him of the marauders when they were younger. The Weasleys hadn't stayed at the house that summer, but Tonks was still in her own room on the fourth floor.

And speaking of the Weasleys, he was very pleased to say that all nine of them had been brought back together, with Percy becoming one of their most important spies within the ministry, having the assignment to personally watch the minister for any word of new regulations or other phenomena. They really didn't want a repeat of what happened in February.

Since Will and Isabelle got married, everyone had been a lot happier. Last year had been an all round depressing year, and Remus supposed that this was either the light at the end of the tunnel, or the calm before the storm.

Either way it didn't explain the dreams he'd been having lately, dreams of someone he used to know very well. Better than most, and yet less than he would have liked. But if these dreams were any indication to the future, Remus wasn't looking forward to the reunion, in fact, lately he had suffered several bouts of shaking, at which he was prone to drop what ever he was holding (Though luckily nothing breakable) and have to sit down for a few minutes. This hadn't happened since before... Never mind

He poured the coffee in to a mug. Eighth time that hag had woken him up and fourth time he had fallen asleep at his desk that month. And it was only the eleventh.

Yes, this was the calm before the storm.

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Meanwhile, Slytherin common room, Hogwarts...

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It was almost ready.

Soon the spell would be complete and then it would be bye-bye Potty boy, welcome to the Sahara desert.

He just needed to wait for the full moon, and then he could perform the last part of the ritual and open the rift.

A rift in space would be enough to get Potter out of his way, now this was how to cheat at Quidditch! He'd just need to perform a simple location spell, and that would be the end of Dumbledore's favourite boy. Perhaps if he were lucky he'd get rid of that poverty stricken fool Weasley, and that Mudblood know-it-all Granger.

It was too bad he wouldn't get to play Quidditch with the idiot, he would really have loved to show the swot up, show him how the game was really played.

He snickered evilly in the dim light, Potter would rue the day he ever met Draco Malfoy.

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Gryffindor common room, same time, same place...

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Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, and Hermione Granger were staying up late at night, celebrating the lift on Harry's lifetime Quidditch ban. I had been nice of professor Dumbledore to say to Umbridge that Harry had valiantly tried to protect her and the minister from those dangerous werewolves, who tragically escaped in the confusion.

Harry, of course, hadn't cared much at the time, being fixated on the fact that one of his favourite 'protectors' was on the brink of death.

Ginny had stayed on the team as chaser, along with Katie Bell and a fourth year called Ruby Lawley, replacing Angelina, who had graduated. Ron was still Keeper, and they had two new third year beaters, much better than the substitutes they had used last year, who went by the names of Patrick Lyle and Nick Hart.

The first match of the year was going to be played against Slytherin, and seeing as they had never lost a match against Slytherin before, Harry was definitely in a good mood.

"Well, you may be happy about this," Said Hermione stiffly "But last time we played against Slytherin you ended up with a life-time ban. What if that happens again?"

"It wont 'Mione" Assured Ron "I'm a much better keeper now, so even if they sing their little song, we'll all know they're lying"

"What if he starts insulting our families again?" Asked Hermione worriedly

"Well," said Harry "We sort of 'employed' Nick and Patrick to hold us back if that happens"

"Employed?"

"Never mind!" Said Ron, going very red.

Harry was trying to stop himself from laughing; there was no way anything was going to go wrong tomorrow.

If only he knew...

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Reaper: Ooh... what's going to happen, oh wait... I already know Hahaha... and you don't... well too bad for you...

Birdie: a couple of measly reviews and she thinks she's the best author on Ffn.net...

Reaper: I do not! Many thanks to all who reviewed 'Fate Allowed' and I hope you're all reading this one!

Birdie: But don't review her, she really shouldn't have more than me...

Reaper: I'm going to look past that one, and pass it off as an attempt at reverse psychology...

Birdie: *Cough* I'm sleepy, good night... where's your straightjacket Reaper?

Reaper: Umm... yeah... It's somewhere around here... oh here it is! Behind the sacrificial alter!

Birdie: *Alarmed* What sacrificial alter?!

Reaper: Just kidding! *Smiles as she remembers the time she tried to sacrifice Birdie at the summer extravaganza in year 6* Hey, everyone, I was wondering about that new 'No author note chapters' rule, do you think they'll remove stories that have 'Author note chapters' that had been put up before the rule began? Coz there's two of them in 'Fate Allowed' and I'd really that story WASN'T removed! I also don't think you can just remove chapters, I tried it before and you can't... what do you think?

Birdie: I just hope they don't delete our account because of your stupidity!

Reaper: Grrrrr... I'll deal with you later... next chapter will be longer, it'll be up by about this time next week... R+R if you think my story merits it!