A/N: Sorry about all the confusion, guys, but I think that I have it all
sorted now! Many thanks for sticking with me, and I hope you can all adjust
to the new way of looking at this. Please forgive me the odd mistake, I
keep wanting to write in the first person, but it just wouldn't have
sounded right.
Thanks to the few of you who have read some of the original pieces I have put up, your feedback is appreciated. If anyone else would like to read them, click on my name at the top of the page.
Disclaimer: JK Rowling has dibbs on pretty much everything. I'm sure she won't mind me borrowing her characters for a while, though!!!
A New Life
Early that morning, Rene awoke with her stomach tied in vicious knots. She had graciously been given 3 days by Fudge, which allowed her to adjust her sleeping pattern from its nocturnal routine, but he had also given her 3 days to worry, to panic and to wallow in self-questioning. She knew that she was only taking this job on temporarily, but she was taking it none the less. She rose, wincing in the sunlight that bounced off the icy frost that coated that lands that ran on forever outside her steepled window. The shadowy grandfather clock in the corner chimed, telling her it was eight am. She had five hours left before they came.
Them. The escorts. She had not the faintest idea of who, or what to expect. At first she had though Ministry Wizards, but as the hours and days wore on, she realised it far more likely that Dementors would be sent for her. The knots in her stomach twisted yet again. Though she had been reassured by her father many times (after she had managed to convince him that she was doing the right thing) that no creature was a match for her mother's daughter, she was till very apprehensive. She had never come across Dementors before, and she didn't know if she would be affected. It was possible that her reactions would be no different to a mortal's, though that was highly unlikely. The other options were that she would be affected much greater by them, or not at all.
Snapping out of her nervous daze, she realised that she had to pack and get ready. Come what may, today she was leaving for Azkaban, whether common sense told her to or not. She slowly rose from her bed, shielding her royal- blue eyes from the sun. She walked into the adjoining bathroom, which was furnished almost entirely in silver and marble, and started a bath running. She removed her pyjamas and put on a white towelling robe while she waited for the water to run. She sat on the edge of the bath, absent-mindedly musing over the things that had happened since she had left Hogwarts while she stroked the water with her fingertips.
How everyone had changed! Lily and James were engaged, but for all she really cared they could have split up. Wounds still hurt. Severus and Ed were very much enjoying their jobs, and both had matured very much. They were both quite tall, Severus remaining pale and mysterious, Ed getting a quiet admirable tan to match his dusky brown hair. They were living in a flat somewhere in north London, Severus living the life of a young, free bachelor, and Ed writing to and dreaming of her. She was doing pretty much the same. Rene herself had blossomed into a rather beautiful young individual, being a typical hourglass figure, her mid-length chocolate brown hair complimenting her blue eyes. Her father had plenty reason to be proud of her.
She smiled to herself quietly, thinking of the many letters she received from her old friends. Severus was adamant he would make it out to Romania at some point, though so far the only times she had seen him were on her visits to the United Kingdom, and even then the time they spent together seemed unbearably short. He had developed a certain distance with many other people, but with her and Ed he remained the best of friends.
Ed however, had swallowed his misgivings and managed to make it out to Romania on four occasions, and of course, she saw him too whenever she made it out to the UK. She chuckled inwardly at how they had managed to prove some many people wrong by remaining together over such a long time and distance as she lowered herself into the warm, fragrant water. He wrote at least twice a week, and she the same, and they became living proof that absence makes the heart grow fonder. She would look forward to any time she was going to see him for weeks before, and then mourn the fact that he had come and gone for weeks after his visit. She just felt...different when he was with her, and it drove her to the brink of insanity when he wasn't.
Perhaps now, as Azkaban was closer, and he and Severus worked for the ministry, she'd get more opportunity to see them. She hadn't thought about that before...perhaps this was going to be a lot better than she had anticipated.
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When dressed, packed, fed and watered, Rene took her things down to the hall of the hilltop Mansion that dominated the skyline of Maramures, and walked into the study, to spend a few minutes with her mother. She leant on the desk, looking up at the beautiful portrait, and smiled. No matter what, her mother would watch over her.
Suddenly, she heard a carriage pull up at the gates at the bottom of the hill. Glancing out of the window, she saw that it was in fact a British Ministry car. She ran upstairs and left an affectionate note for her father who was still operating on a nocturnal routine. She had said her goodbyes the previous evening, so he wouldn't mind.
Now, on to Azkaban!
Thanks to the few of you who have read some of the original pieces I have put up, your feedback is appreciated. If anyone else would like to read them, click on my name at the top of the page.
Disclaimer: JK Rowling has dibbs on pretty much everything. I'm sure she won't mind me borrowing her characters for a while, though!!!
A New Life
Early that morning, Rene awoke with her stomach tied in vicious knots. She had graciously been given 3 days by Fudge, which allowed her to adjust her sleeping pattern from its nocturnal routine, but he had also given her 3 days to worry, to panic and to wallow in self-questioning. She knew that she was only taking this job on temporarily, but she was taking it none the less. She rose, wincing in the sunlight that bounced off the icy frost that coated that lands that ran on forever outside her steepled window. The shadowy grandfather clock in the corner chimed, telling her it was eight am. She had five hours left before they came.
Them. The escorts. She had not the faintest idea of who, or what to expect. At first she had though Ministry Wizards, but as the hours and days wore on, she realised it far more likely that Dementors would be sent for her. The knots in her stomach twisted yet again. Though she had been reassured by her father many times (after she had managed to convince him that she was doing the right thing) that no creature was a match for her mother's daughter, she was till very apprehensive. She had never come across Dementors before, and she didn't know if she would be affected. It was possible that her reactions would be no different to a mortal's, though that was highly unlikely. The other options were that she would be affected much greater by them, or not at all.
Snapping out of her nervous daze, she realised that she had to pack and get ready. Come what may, today she was leaving for Azkaban, whether common sense told her to or not. She slowly rose from her bed, shielding her royal- blue eyes from the sun. She walked into the adjoining bathroom, which was furnished almost entirely in silver and marble, and started a bath running. She removed her pyjamas and put on a white towelling robe while she waited for the water to run. She sat on the edge of the bath, absent-mindedly musing over the things that had happened since she had left Hogwarts while she stroked the water with her fingertips.
How everyone had changed! Lily and James were engaged, but for all she really cared they could have split up. Wounds still hurt. Severus and Ed were very much enjoying their jobs, and both had matured very much. They were both quite tall, Severus remaining pale and mysterious, Ed getting a quiet admirable tan to match his dusky brown hair. They were living in a flat somewhere in north London, Severus living the life of a young, free bachelor, and Ed writing to and dreaming of her. She was doing pretty much the same. Rene herself had blossomed into a rather beautiful young individual, being a typical hourglass figure, her mid-length chocolate brown hair complimenting her blue eyes. Her father had plenty reason to be proud of her.
She smiled to herself quietly, thinking of the many letters she received from her old friends. Severus was adamant he would make it out to Romania at some point, though so far the only times she had seen him were on her visits to the United Kingdom, and even then the time they spent together seemed unbearably short. He had developed a certain distance with many other people, but with her and Ed he remained the best of friends.
Ed however, had swallowed his misgivings and managed to make it out to Romania on four occasions, and of course, she saw him too whenever she made it out to the UK. She chuckled inwardly at how they had managed to prove some many people wrong by remaining together over such a long time and distance as she lowered herself into the warm, fragrant water. He wrote at least twice a week, and she the same, and they became living proof that absence makes the heart grow fonder. She would look forward to any time she was going to see him for weeks before, and then mourn the fact that he had come and gone for weeks after his visit. She just felt...different when he was with her, and it drove her to the brink of insanity when he wasn't.
Perhaps now, as Azkaban was closer, and he and Severus worked for the ministry, she'd get more opportunity to see them. She hadn't thought about that before...perhaps this was going to be a lot better than she had anticipated.
-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_- _
When dressed, packed, fed and watered, Rene took her things down to the hall of the hilltop Mansion that dominated the skyline of Maramures, and walked into the study, to spend a few minutes with her mother. She leant on the desk, looking up at the beautiful portrait, and smiled. No matter what, her mother would watch over her.
Suddenly, she heard a carriage pull up at the gates at the bottom of the hill. Glancing out of the window, she saw that it was in fact a British Ministry car. She ran upstairs and left an affectionate note for her father who was still operating on a nocturnal routine. She had said her goodbyes the previous evening, so he wouldn't mind.
Now, on to Azkaban!