|Memoirs of Mooney|
Chapter One
Author's Note: I just want you all to know that most of the chapter for this story are in poem-like-form. So, if you don't like that, I suggest not reading. Or maybe give it a whirl, you might like it. Also, this story will contain SLASH in later chapters, ye be warned.
Aconite
Daddy,
asked me and Mum,
to go and collect a
special flower
for his potions.
Muggles call it "aconite".
But wizards, like Daddy and me, call it
"wolfsbane."
Apparently, it only grows during
the full moon.
Funny, I didn't know that.
Even Mum knew what Daddy
was talking about.
How can a Muggle like herself,
know something I don't?
And how much more is out there,
that everyone else knows all about,
except me?
No matter, I know now.
And I'm going to get to see some.
I think excitedly,
as I slip into my
Wellington boots
and grab my fire-engine red bucket
from the hall closet.
By the time I get to the door,
I'm jittery with excitement.
Daddy tells me what wolfsbane looks like:
Leafy plants;
with dark purple blossoms;
and spiky leaves.
I nod excitedly,
and drag Mum out the door.
She laughs bemusedly at my
enthusiasm.
And gives Daddy a
misguided kiss on the cheek,
Before she succumbs
to my vice grip, and follows me out the door.
We travel deep into the forest,
Mum and I.
So far that everywhere I turn
is a lovely, dark green.
Our feet make a squelching sound,
whenever they touch the damp earth.
And I purposely step in the mud,
even though Mum tells me not to.
She laughs indulgently,
at my rebellious antics
and reprimands me.
But we both know,
her hearts not in it.
So, Mum and I go
mud-puddle hopping,
in the woods,
during the full moon,
looking for that tell tale sign
of dark purple.
There!
Behind that ancient tree,
that's been here for over a century.
A flash of purple,
the deepest purple,
I've ever seen,
for as long as I've been on
this earth.
I thrust my finger at the plant,
"There it is!" I declare triumphantly,
"I found some wolk's-mane!"
Mum laughs,
at my mispronunciation,
"It's wolfsbane, Remus." she
says kindly, examining the plant.
"But, I think you may have
found some good plant,
for Daddy's Potions."
She plucks the spiky-leaved plant,
off of it's stem.
And drops it in my red bucket,
with a satisfying thump!I'm practically beaming
with pride. Mum's smiling,
too. Though I'm pretty sure it's
for a different reason.
I prattle on about my discovery,
as we go deeper into the woods.
Mum nods absent-mindedly,
only paying half-attention.
That's okay,
because I can see her eyes
are vigilant,
for a spot of violet.
I follow her lead,
and hush up too.
The forest is strangely quiet
without my voice to break
the silence.
But, then again,
it's not.
'Cause I can hear nature
all around me.
The monotonous drip, drip, drip,
of rainwater falling to
the ground.
The burbling sound of
water rushing through the stream
and down the steep incline.
And I hear crickets,
chirping to each other,
singing.
But, then, there's
something else there too,
a low growling sound,
that I couldn't hear before.
Mum must've heard it too,
because she stops walking,
and her ears prick
ever so slightly.
"Get behind me, Remus."
she says commandingly.
"Now."
I scurry behind her obediently,
and peek my head out
from behind her.
Two, round, beady, yellow
eyes coming out of the shrubbery.
Mum's shaking.
I'm shaking too.
The low growl gets louder,
and resounds through out
the forest.
I whimper from behind Mum's back.
The thing come out
of it's shadowy hiding spot.
Until I can see the whole thing:
a snarling monster,
with razor-sharp teeth,
and hackles raised hostilely.
It lunges.
Mum
and
I
got
hurt
real
bad
last
night.