Disclaimer: I own nothing, sadly, everything expect Jarben, is JK Rowlings and the WBs and seeing as Jarben probably wont be making a second appearance I own nothing. Lol
Also I have no idea were this story is going so... it might go no were but be kind please. Its my first ever tired fanfiction, so be nice. =) Shauna
Remus Lupin was tired, as usual after a transformation. He is a 37 year old werewolf, wizard and soon to be the new DADA teacher. Restlessly a naked Remus gets up from the floor, stretches and checks for wounds. Only minimal damage is done due to being tied down, although they didn't last long. Only a tear on my right shoulder and lower abs. Not being good at potions and having very little money, he could not make the Wolfsbane Potion, that makes were one does not turn.
Right on time the wizard hotel's house elf, Jarben shows up with clean clothes and his wand. "Thank you, Jarben." Taking the clothes, he puts them on and then puts his wand in the pocket of the robe. "Was no problem, sir, no problem." With that said Jarben is gone with a snap. Leaving the metal room that used to be another guest room til the owner transfigured it for passing werewolves, one of the very few hotels or public places in the wizarding world that did not think of werewolves as monsters. But I am a monster. Shaking his head of that thought he sits on the edge of his bed and heals his wounds with his wand.
It has only been a year sense Voldemort was defeated by Harry, the war was over but so many people were lost. Remus still grieved for all of them. Sirius died in Harry's fifth year, in a very un-dramatic way that you almost wouldn't believe he was dead. A veil! He died by falling through a veil! The Weasley's got hit hard, so much death in the family. Charlie died fighting the two Goyles, son and father, trying to rescue some muggles who had been missing for months. But Fred and George were there so one Goyle is dead and the other is in Azkaban. And then in the last battle Molly was killed by Percy, her own son, driven mad after Fudge, joined Voldemort. Two deaths and one death eater in the family, how much can one family take but the Weasleys are a strong bunch and are pushing through, slowly. The death eaters are all in Azkaban, which is now guarded by Sphinxes, who are always asking riddles of the prisoners, drives them mad. Fudge is no longer Ministry of Magic, now Amelia Bones is Mistress of Magic and is much better at the job the Fudge ever was.
It was his luck that a full moon happened right before it was time to head to Hogwarts. Grabbing his bag, he didn't have enough stuff for a trunk and cleaning up with a swish of his wand, he heads for Kings Cross Station and Platform 9 ¾ because he is to tired to apparate to Hogsmeade.
Hermione Granger is a 17-year-old bookworm, know-it-all and is the one that keeps her friends out of trouble; she doesn't do a very good job. Especially right now, on the Hogwart's Express watching Ron and Harry hex each other to look different colors. "Stop that, Ron you're a prefect your suppose to be better then this!" "Hermione just because I'm a prefect doesn't mean I'm not allowed to have fun." He says while turning purple, Harry turning a weird shade of blue. Sighing she goes back to reading a muggle fiction series, Earth's Children, amazed at how much detail it has. So many herbs and plants. She gets to an really emotional part and has to set the book down due to it bringing up memories. Memories of people lost, of the first time she saw Sirius, all haughty in the Daily Prophet and then in person, of hugs from Molly and Charlie's handsome face. Too many painful memories.
Hermione looks up at Ron, he puts up a brave face but he's hurting. Its only been six months sense three members of his family were gone in one way or another. And then there is Harry, more gaunt then ever because of killing Voldemort, lost in his own world a lot of the times. Sometimes I see a shadow pass over his eyes, like something is hiding in him just waiting to come out, it scares me sometimes. Then there is me, not much happened to me, I fought, yes I fought. But on a really personal level I lost no one. I of course miss Sirius, Charlie and Molly an hurt because of them but they were not my Godfather, Brother or Mother. I have no idea how to comfort my friends, Harry, Ron and Ginny have all suffer so much but I have no way of soothing their pain or my own. I just wish there was somehow or someone I could help.
Remus arrives at 9 ¾ just in time. Walking on the train looking for a seat, chewing a bar of chocolate he comes across Harry, Ron and a much older looking Hermione.
I guess this is how I leave it, hope you don't mind cliffys. Review please! Shauna