NEWS ON THE NEW STORY: I have, in fact, written Chapter One. HOWEVER, I'm not sure about the quality. My friend is, at the moment, editing, and I may do a rewrite. The title has been decided, though. It will be called... "Finding Courage."
That's all I'm disclosing.
This entire chapter is devoted to Hermione's, Harry's, Ron's, James's, Sirius's, and Remus's thoughts about what is going on in that point in time.
These will be cranked out quickly in sucession, approximately one a day, MAYBE two.
IMPORTANT! I have changed the rating to Teen! If you are below the age of, say, twelve, you may want to stop reading- there will be swearing and violence in other chapters, usually minor.
For all of those who may be wondering, the marauders do NOT know that Peter betrayed them.
HARRY'S P.O.V.:
Why does everything happen to me?
What, praytell, did I do to deserve this damned cut on my forehead?
Ha, when have I ever been one to dwell on myself? It feels weird right now, pitying myself. Oy, I should probably stop.
The nightmares I've been having, though... I didn't tell Ron or Hermione this, or anyone else besides, but I had a nightmare during the summer that Hogwarts would be attacked at Christmastime.
Maybe it's like the dream I had about Mr. Weasley, you know? But that was during the present time, not during the future.
What's happening to me? I'm having strange dreams, my scar's burning all over the damn place. Why the hell can't I just be normal?
I've decided to stop sharing my dreams- it seems to make Ron and Hermione, and the Marauders as well, nervous. I can't stand to see them scared.
But what if something happens to James, Remus, or Sirius? What if they die?
What if the attack comes true?
HERMIONE'S P.O.V.:
Y'know, having James, Sirius, and Remus here is weird. I mean, I've met Sirius and Remus before... but they seemed so serious and so grave. Now, when they are kids... they are so carefree, you know? The weight of the world isn't on their shoulders.
That brings me to Harry. Ron and I, we're worried about him. We've touched on the subject, but, of course, we'd never tell Harry. He'd blow up if he heard we were talking about him, he never likes those things.
A lot of people think schoolwork is the only thing in my life. They're wrong, and I discovered that myself in the Department of Mysteries. Right before I got hit with that curse.
My schoolwork is falling behind. I got an eight out of ten on a homework assignment and came very close to failing a quiz that Harry and Ron got nearly perfect scores on.
How pathetic.
RON'S P.O.V.:
Mum and Dad are worried, I could tell during the summer break. Dad's always really shaky, you know, and Mum keeps dropping things. It's like when Percy was being a git.
Of course, he still is, the little slimeball. Didn't even apologize, still acts like Dad doesn't exist at work, and thinks Fudge is some sort of hero that he should worship.
What a git.
Ginny's going mad, I swear. She didn't come out of her room the entire break. Fred and George, they said their shop was flourishing.
Mum found out about it at the end of last year. Tried to talk them out of it- didn't quite work. 'Course, they're filthy rich now. They keep trying to give us money, but Mum and Dad won't accept it.
Bill is apparently helping Fleur "improve her English" Ha. Right.
Charlie got injured trying to catch a rouge dragon, he's in some Romainian wizardring hospital. He wouldn't let Mum come down to see him, said the Order needed her more.
Harry's just shut himself off from all of us, and Hermione's out of her mind with worry.
Why is my life beginning to fall apart?
JAMES'S P.O.V.:
Damn, I can't believe I'm dead. I can't believe it.
I can't believe I didn't live past age twenty-one. I can't believe my son had to grow up without a father or mother. I can't believe Lily Evans actually married me.
I can't believe Sirius is dead. I can't believe Remus is all alone. I can't believe Voldemort want's to finish off the line of Potters.
I just can't believe it.
SIRIUS'S P.O.V.:
I knew someday that I would die, but at my prime? In the most important part of my life?
I asked Dumbledore if I could see how I died. He seemed rather hesitant, but brought out his Pensieve anyway.
I watched it first hand- from when Bella cursed me to when Harry was being restrained by Remus, screaming for me, needing me...
How could I mean so much to one kid? Well, I know how. His mum and dad dead, living with Muggles, living with the thoughts of knowing he was the only one who could kill Voldemort...
I would've gone insane by now.
REMUS'S P.O.V.:
I'm all alone.
Sirius left me, James was killed. Living in isolation.
But what about Peter? Harry never mentioned anything about the fourth Marauder. I asked him once, but he quietly refused to talk about it. I noticed that anger welled up in those emerald eyes of his.
He looks so much like James, but is so different. James has arrogance about him, although I would never tell him. James is very open about his feelings.
I quite obviously don't know how much he is like his mother, but I have a clue of who his mother is. From those emerald eyes.
I think his mother is Lily Evans.
And on with chapter seven, which will be just a nice, short chapter.
Harry needed a quiet place- that wasn't the Owlery. Students were up there all the time in the middle of the day, being loud. He knew one place where he could be all alone.
Walking by the heavy oak door three times, wishing for a place that he could just think in, he entered the Room of Requirement.
Instead of bookshelves and cushions, there was a comfortable couch, a crackling fire, and a pitcher of water with a glass. That was it.
Harry sank onto the couches, feeling guilty for snapping at his father.
Harry would understand if nobody wanted to be around his horrible self. Harry knew he had become more seclusive, withdrawing himself from his friends- but just to protect them.
Anyone he managed to get close to or loved died. Sirius, his mother and father...
Silent tears rolled down his cheeks and he stared into the flames in the fireplace, feeling all alone.
