(A/N: Here I am again! Here's the second part. This is four years from where I last left off. If you haven't read the first part, please read it.)
Lupus Canis.
Lupine.
Lupin.
I shook my head. The sky was tinted a bloody red, as the sun went down. My brother was somewhere in the forest. Alone.
I longed to be with him. I had always been his protector. What if something happened to him? If there was another wolf prowling the woods?
How had he gotten the name of the brother who was in love with the moon Goddess, and he was a werewolf? How had I been Artemis, and able to turn into a doe? I would have said stag, but they were male animals. I was more like a doe with antlers…
Oh, let's not get into this again!
Had my parents known? How had the lovely Diana managed to marry a man like John, who had given his children such names! And even Diana was the Roman name for Artemis! Had they known?
Or was it fate? Had she (fate) thought it funny to name him Remus Lupin? And then submit him to this?
My mind paraded back to afterwards, when, in the morning, the 6 year old girl that was me had managed to pick up my brother's limp body and carry him to our home. How, after seeing my uncle's head in the fire, it had all come out.
How the truth had come out. That we were witches and wizards. And how, scared for his life, our muggle father had run from the young witch who was our mother. Run from the two tiny babies that would grow with misfotune…
I heard a howl. It was filled with pain and hunger. The animal
instinct in me told me to run, run as far away as possible. But my heart went with him, as it went with him everywhere. It was all John Lupin's fault.
Thomas Diggory came in my room, with Amos. Amos was my cousin, and my mother's nephew. He was stuck up and rude, but he enjoyed playing jokes on everyone. I disliked him. His jokes were mean-hearted and spiteful, as well as childish. They were no match for my brother's and mine.
As well as rude, he thought he was God's gift to the world. Everyone was beneath him. He was also 13, and I was only 11. That made me more susceptible to his haughtiness. But, suprisingly, he was very polite and cheerful while being rude and demeaning. Sort of like an American muggle President…
"Hey, chap!" said my uncle. I loved my uncle. He was funny and smart, as well as handsome. Chap was his nickname for me. I don't know why. I suppose he called me that when I was a baby, and it stuck. The name probably came about because I was so tomboyish. My favorite thing in the world was to hunt.
"Hello, my dear,' said Amos, treating me as if I was three and needed to be explained something to. He said the words veeerrrryyyyy sllllooooowwwlllyyy, so my simple mind could grasp them. What he did not know was that my grades were ahead of him in all my subjects in school. But I did not want to tell him that. It would break his heart if he knew that his 'ickle cousy' was getting straight A+'s, and he had gotten C's, B's, and an A or two if he was lucky.
"Now, Chap," that was my uncle. "Your mum and me are going to prepare some food for your brother when he gets back. I must say, you did a fine job getting it for us." I blushed.
"It was nothing."
"Sooooo…" said Amos," Iiii, aaammmm, goooiiinnngg, toooo, sssttttaaayyyy, wwwiiittthhhh, yoooooo. OoooooKkkkkk?"
"Yeah, sure. Fine with me. Oh, and dear cousin, I do think you might have a speech impediment. Please have it checked, will you?"
I was satisfied when seeing my cousin's disgruntled face, and my Uncle's laughing one, as Uncle Tom walked out of my room.
I only hoped that Remus was fairing as well…
[A/N: Ok, so the Diggorys are the lupins' relatives. Just to explain, John is their father, and he left when he found out that Diana (the mother) was a witch. And he left when the twins were only babies. So, the two have a past sort of like… TOM RIDDLE'S! Oh no! This comes into play later. Well, I hope you liked this! Please please please r/r! Or else I won't put another bit up of either series!]
(Disclaimer: The only characters that belong to me are Thomas Diggory, Diana and John Lupin, and Artemis. There. Happy?)
Lupus Canis.
Lupine.
Lupin.
I shook my head. The sky was tinted a bloody red, as the sun went down. My brother was somewhere in the forest. Alone.
I longed to be with him. I had always been his protector. What if something happened to him? If there was another wolf prowling the woods?
How had he gotten the name of the brother who was in love with the moon Goddess, and he was a werewolf? How had I been Artemis, and able to turn into a doe? I would have said stag, but they were male animals. I was more like a doe with antlers…
Oh, let's not get into this again!
Had my parents known? How had the lovely Diana managed to marry a man like John, who had given his children such names! And even Diana was the Roman name for Artemis! Had they known?
Or was it fate? Had she (fate) thought it funny to name him Remus Lupin? And then submit him to this?
My mind paraded back to afterwards, when, in the morning, the 6 year old girl that was me had managed to pick up my brother's limp body and carry him to our home. How, after seeing my uncle's head in the fire, it had all come out.
How the truth had come out. That we were witches and wizards. And how, scared for his life, our muggle father had run from the young witch who was our mother. Run from the two tiny babies that would grow with misfotune…
I heard a howl. It was filled with pain and hunger. The animal
instinct in me told me to run, run as far away as possible. But my heart went with him, as it went with him everywhere. It was all John Lupin's fault.
Thomas Diggory came in my room, with Amos. Amos was my cousin, and my mother's nephew. He was stuck up and rude, but he enjoyed playing jokes on everyone. I disliked him. His jokes were mean-hearted and spiteful, as well as childish. They were no match for my brother's and mine.
As well as rude, he thought he was God's gift to the world. Everyone was beneath him. He was also 13, and I was only 11. That made me more susceptible to his haughtiness. But, suprisingly, he was very polite and cheerful while being rude and demeaning. Sort of like an American muggle President…
"Hey, chap!" said my uncle. I loved my uncle. He was funny and smart, as well as handsome. Chap was his nickname for me. I don't know why. I suppose he called me that when I was a baby, and it stuck. The name probably came about because I was so tomboyish. My favorite thing in the world was to hunt.
"Hello, my dear,' said Amos, treating me as if I was three and needed to be explained something to. He said the words veeerrrryyyyy sllllooooowwwlllyyy, so my simple mind could grasp them. What he did not know was that my grades were ahead of him in all my subjects in school. But I did not want to tell him that. It would break his heart if he knew that his 'ickle cousy' was getting straight A+'s, and he had gotten C's, B's, and an A or two if he was lucky.
"Now, Chap," that was my uncle. "Your mum and me are going to prepare some food for your brother when he gets back. I must say, you did a fine job getting it for us." I blushed.
"It was nothing."
"Sooooo…" said Amos," Iiii, aaammmm, goooiiinnngg, toooo, sssttttaaayyyy, wwwiiittthhhh, yoooooo. OoooooKkkkkk?"
"Yeah, sure. Fine with me. Oh, and dear cousin, I do think you might have a speech impediment. Please have it checked, will you?"
I was satisfied when seeing my cousin's disgruntled face, and my Uncle's laughing one, as Uncle Tom walked out of my room.
I only hoped that Remus was fairing as well…
[A/N: Ok, so the Diggorys are the lupins' relatives. Just to explain, John is their father, and he left when he found out that Diana (the mother) was a witch. And he left when the twins were only babies. So, the two have a past sort of like… TOM RIDDLE'S! Oh no! This comes into play later. Well, I hope you liked this! Please please please r/r! Or else I won't put another bit up of either series!]
(Disclaimer: The only characters that belong to me are Thomas Diggory, Diana and John Lupin, and Artemis. There. Happy?)