First of all, apologies to those reading Free? I got distracted and wrote this rather than continuing with that. There will be more soon though, promise!
Secondly, the prologue is ridiculously short I know, and I'm not particularly pleased with it. I just needed something to set the scene, and this is what happened. The rest of the chapters will be much more of a decent length and quality (or so I hope) and I'll post the first part tomorrow to make up for this being so short.
The rating on this is for torture, so don't read if you're easily affected by things like that. It's not my usual style, and I feel kind of bad for putting the character through that. Is that weird?
Review are welcome :)
Prologue
"James, sit down," Remus repeats wearily for the fourth time.
"But where is he?" the boy asks, running his hands through hair, in a rather more frustrated manner than his usual preening.
"Late?" A third boy suggests.
"Wormtail, no-one is late for the Hogwarts Express," James says scathingly, slumping back down onto his seat. "Especially not Sirius. He's been looking forward to coming back for... well, ages. Since I last spoke to him anyway.
Remus stops focusing on the countryside they are speeding past to look at James. "When was that?"
"Few weeks ago."
"And how often do you usually hear from him?"
"At least once a week," James says, scrutinising Remus' face. "I thought it was strange too."
"Yet you've only just mentioned it?"
"I presumed he was preoccupied." He pauses. "You're not thinking..."
"I don't know." Remus pulls at his earlobe, hoping the action will help him to concentrate and come up with the answer – just like it does with a difficult Arithmancy equation.
Peter clears his throat. "I do wish you two would stop talking in riddles."
"I wish you would keep up," James says. He sees Peter recoil, and rolls his eyes. "Sorry, I'm just worried. Remus, what shall we do?"
"Maybe wait until tomorrow. Just in case he is late... or something."
"And then?"
"Dumbledore."