Plot so far…
Plot so far…
Sirius is free, and Peter Pettigrew is Azkaban.
Remus is with 15 month Teddy.
Harry is having dreams of an injured boy.
Ron is with Hermione
Voldemort is on the rise.
Dumbledore is worried, and curious.
The vividness of the dreams were indescribable, the feminine creature bathed in her own incandescent light danced with bare golden feet over the forest floor. The small bells and charms around her ankles sounding out in the mottle-patched world of purity; the peace only broken by the tinkling running water filled streams, and cries of joy from birds of the elements. Was this a forest? The light was close between the branches, closer than it should have been, but not glaring, warming but not hot, sending a hypnotic pattern across Her skin.
Was she tattooed?...eyes wandering, admiring… No just golden skinned, with faint webs of gentle gold/ brown silk wrapped around her lithe frame. The toned stomach, high bones, long elegant legs…a shapely body…making her an natural addition to the environment around her. She placed her delicate hands upon the rough branches, surrounding her silver bound hair, using them to speed up the pace of her dance…she constantly glanced over her high shoulder's twisting, flicking dominant eye's towards his body…did she smile?...
Suddenly she looked up and round; rich, gold eyes but no pupil…his pulse quickened, although it was nothing to do with the surroundings… she smiled the thin pale lips quivering, she mouthed a word…'I couldn't hear that!' he sounded…only a ripple of air passed his lips…
She tucked her light, long curtain, of brown hair behind a dainty ear, again she smiled and pressing her lips together. She blew a kiss. A ripple of air, hit his face warm enveloping his cheeks in exotic scent's, spices and rose water, she blew towards his face again. Esparsa turned her body, her hair revolving with her…
It changed, the heaven sweet image changed…where is this?...claustrophobic, dank, filth, rotting stench…where is she? Not here!!...Cries permeate the air…red light burned down… drying the presence of her, infiltrating the air in his lungs.
So Like Azkaban. Blood, wet blood ran between his eyes, his screams rose but did not sound… she lay on a granite, raised platform. Long hair slashed; red, ruby blood leaking from the bruised, broken neck…eyes wide, silent unmoving…twitch…black darkness descended….blanching his view.
'Moony…Lupin!!' gasping pant's came from Remus' racing chest, 'lets get you out mate. I'll hold the blankets...stop squirming!', arms clamped upon Remus' flagging arms. He attempted to lash out, thrashing at the coiling folds, with their damp sheets. He snapped his eyes open the blurred, painful image dying leaving only a vague impression.
'Siri?..Padfoot!!' he croaked, his throat obstructed by relief and distress?
Sirius pulled the sheets and covers finally away, and Lupin rolled over hanging his boxer clad legs over the side. A bare bicep wrapped around his back, patting comfortingly. Sirius' soft, baritone voice spoke 'Moony…come on' giving his mate a friendly slap on the back. 'your safe…we all are…Harry and the kids are at school, Teddy is down stairs. Was it the dream again?' Lupin's pants for air evaporated into silence, embarrassment followed.
'I'm fine! Quite alright!' Lupin passed of, over his shoulder as he quickly stood. Stretching his limbs and snatching up his dressing gown from the back of the door. 'I just had a strange dream… I have to get up any way. I'm checking on Teddy tonight… I'm already late he'll start brawling in a moment and wake D… everyone up.'
Sirius' icy eyes followed Lupin's rushed explanation…his own limbs beginning to shake in the cold room…but never making to follow Lupin out. 'It's a woman isn't it!' He said quietly, 'A girl's got you panting… uptight' His toned lowered 'Lust full?'
Rage filled Remus, but stopped as it opened the hole in his heart; agonising, weeping remorse filled him. The air in Lupin's mouth became thick, the salvia also, his startling blue eyes burnt…'NO…NO! Don't say another word!! No!' his raw voice cried. He slammed the door, and made his way down the stairs.
The body of the house was chilling but the décor was at least improved. The dark woods replaced with a warmer hue, and the carpets a humane sandy colour. He descended from the top flight to the second landing, and opened the last door on the right.
Bright blue light reflected off the walls, and a crib was in full view. A baby boy with violet hair starred at him, eye's tear filled, standing up on chubby shaking legs, clinging the bars. The panic and distress melded away to satisfaction, and warm joy. Lupin walked over 'Hi Cub' he softly greeted; picking up the light, bundle of warmth. Holding the baby over one shoulder he followed his instincts, soothing, his son's sniffling frame. 'Come on Baby…shhh, you hungry huh? Come on then, bottle's on its way. Accio Bottle!'
He sat himself on the rocking chair in his son's room, holding his fifteen month son close to his chest, as Teddy gurgled happily drinking the milk. The baby's cheeks grew pink and when the small body relaxed, Lupin moved the bottle away. He slipped his son's head onto his shoulder and carried him back to the crib, placing him gently inside and wrapping a rainbow coloured blanket over the sleeping body. 'Night son, my little boy, sweet dreams.'