A.N: I am terribly late in updating, I know. My computer had a mayjor,
er, blackout, and had to go to the shop. Then when I got it back, I had
lost the program that the story was on. So, of course, it was an old
program, and I had lost it right? Yup, so I had to buy a new one. Eeps.
I almost lost my novel too!!!!
This chapter is dedicated to Wiccan PussyKat, who had a birthday in May. Happy belated (really) Birthday Wiccan!
ON WITH THE STORY
The person was to small, the hair to dark, the face to childish, and the hands on the doorknob too tiny and young, for those eyes to belong to. They were Lily's eyes, and...one others. But he was not a child; James and Lily had already given into the realization that their son would be an adult when they found him.
Yet, there was no denying, too, the resemblance that this boy held to both him, and to his son.
It seemed an eternity, that both orbs, brown and green, were frozen on each other, but that feeling of shocked numbness vanished the moment the child pushed past him, tears shining in his eyes, and into the hall.
James's body was not as quick to respond, and he did not even try to command his arm to reach out for the boy, he was still frozen. The child, he could see, was running down the hall, dodging adults that attempted to tell him to walk. Half way down the hall, he turned, and stood quite still, as he watched Sirius come out of the room, and try to run after the boy.
The child was far down the long, wide, hallway that stretched on every floor of the hospital, and Sirius was hardly near him when the child paused and looked back. The boy seemed split between the feeling that escaping was futile, and that he still should try.
He had not rounded a corner though, so James could clearly see a figure walk up behind the boy, and place a hand on the child. The figure, clad in a blue shirt, pose was protective, and he stared at Sirius in a warning, wary way.
The teen, James was still to far to see any detail, bent down and whispered something in to the child's ear, but like a dueling bow, his eyes never left Sirius. And Sirius did not approach further, for several moments, because, being Padfoot, he could see animal like alertness in the teens eyes. He did not dare lift his own gaze though; he knew that it would keep the other staying semi frozen.
James began to walk to them, as he noticed his friends unwavering gaze. He to, could feel that pounding in his gut, only he was not a dog, or a wolf, he was what would be hunted, and had the sickening feeling that this animal was the hunter.
DUMBLEDORE...
"Together, Lupine and Black forced Ronald's rat, Scabbers, to show his real identity. Mr. Pettigrew's, you must understand, features always resembled that of a rats. It is not surprising that he turned into the small, nerves animal. He was loyal, in entirety to the Marauders, until something stronger came along. Peter went with power and protection, and he proved this far more when his life was in danger of ending.
He was willing to beg, on his knees, everyone in that room. Peter was willing to justify, to Harry, why he killed his parents..." Hermione stared once at Lily, then at Remus, who had just arrived, before turning her gaze back to the stairs where James had disappeared.
LOBBY...
Ron had gone to get more hot-citer, but Hermione knew he was trying to get to Dumbledore and warn him that James was heading his way. Lily stood, but Remus pulled her back down.
"No good to get scattered about Lily, then we might miss something..." For a moment Remus' eyes glazed over. Lily, beside him, missed it, but Hermione did not. Remus' brow drew together, but it did not remind Hermione of all the times before she had seen him concentrate over a book, or statement, or even trying to decipher one of his first years answers; it reminded her far more of a wolfs ears going flat against its head. Of anxiety.
Remus' hand slipped off of Lily's and, despite his latter words, he stood.
"Remus?" Hermione heard herself ask, the professor had gone as white as bleached parchment. "What's wrong?"
The mans chest gave a heave, the first breath since he had stood. Hermione eyes widened for a moment, she tried to remember what date it was. Her breath evened out once she realized it was a few days from the full moon, she had almost thought he was ready to transform.
Lily had noticed her friends glazed over eyes to; only, she seemed to have a slight idea of the problem. She dug in her pockets, and pulled out a shrunken potion vile then, She unshrunk it quickly, and tapped Remus' shoulder to get his attention.
The eyes were strangely more captivating, more amber and less of his gray, then unusual, as his head snapped like a freed rubber-band to Lily's face. Lily did not seem taken aback though, and Remus took the potion. Hermione could see from the coloration that it was a pepper-up potion.
"Remus, can you tell me what happened?" Lily was still resting her hand on his shoulder when he finally got his words together.
"James, he's not here, but I swore I smelled him." It was then that she realized Remus only knew James had gone to find Harry, not that Harry might have been hurt. She opened her mouth to explain. "Someone who smells like him...he was sick, he... he was bleeding."
And that was when she realized that the thought that Harry might have been bleeding had never crossed Lily's mind either, or perhaps more likely with Lily's intelligence, she had not wanted to believe it.
"Remus? Is Harry all right? Is it Harry?" Remus was not looking at her, but he had sat back down.
"It smells like Harry, but, but, he. Harry. This boy is a pup..."
This chapter is dedicated to Wiccan PussyKat, who had a birthday in May. Happy belated (really) Birthday Wiccan!
ON WITH THE STORY
The person was to small, the hair to dark, the face to childish, and the hands on the doorknob too tiny and young, for those eyes to belong to. They were Lily's eyes, and...one others. But he was not a child; James and Lily had already given into the realization that their son would be an adult when they found him.
Yet, there was no denying, too, the resemblance that this boy held to both him, and to his son.
It seemed an eternity, that both orbs, brown and green, were frozen on each other, but that feeling of shocked numbness vanished the moment the child pushed past him, tears shining in his eyes, and into the hall.
James's body was not as quick to respond, and he did not even try to command his arm to reach out for the boy, he was still frozen. The child, he could see, was running down the hall, dodging adults that attempted to tell him to walk. Half way down the hall, he turned, and stood quite still, as he watched Sirius come out of the room, and try to run after the boy.
The child was far down the long, wide, hallway that stretched on every floor of the hospital, and Sirius was hardly near him when the child paused and looked back. The boy seemed split between the feeling that escaping was futile, and that he still should try.
He had not rounded a corner though, so James could clearly see a figure walk up behind the boy, and place a hand on the child. The figure, clad in a blue shirt, pose was protective, and he stared at Sirius in a warning, wary way.
The teen, James was still to far to see any detail, bent down and whispered something in to the child's ear, but like a dueling bow, his eyes never left Sirius. And Sirius did not approach further, for several moments, because, being Padfoot, he could see animal like alertness in the teens eyes. He did not dare lift his own gaze though; he knew that it would keep the other staying semi frozen.
James began to walk to them, as he noticed his friends unwavering gaze. He to, could feel that pounding in his gut, only he was not a dog, or a wolf, he was what would be hunted, and had the sickening feeling that this animal was the hunter.
DUMBLEDORE...
"Together, Lupine and Black forced Ronald's rat, Scabbers, to show his real identity. Mr. Pettigrew's, you must understand, features always resembled that of a rats. It is not surprising that he turned into the small, nerves animal. He was loyal, in entirety to the Marauders, until something stronger came along. Peter went with power and protection, and he proved this far more when his life was in danger of ending.
He was willing to beg, on his knees, everyone in that room. Peter was willing to justify, to Harry, why he killed his parents..." Hermione stared once at Lily, then at Remus, who had just arrived, before turning her gaze back to the stairs where James had disappeared.
LOBBY...
Ron had gone to get more hot-citer, but Hermione knew he was trying to get to Dumbledore and warn him that James was heading his way. Lily stood, but Remus pulled her back down.
"No good to get scattered about Lily, then we might miss something..." For a moment Remus' eyes glazed over. Lily, beside him, missed it, but Hermione did not. Remus' brow drew together, but it did not remind Hermione of all the times before she had seen him concentrate over a book, or statement, or even trying to decipher one of his first years answers; it reminded her far more of a wolfs ears going flat against its head. Of anxiety.
Remus' hand slipped off of Lily's and, despite his latter words, he stood.
"Remus?" Hermione heard herself ask, the professor had gone as white as bleached parchment. "What's wrong?"
The mans chest gave a heave, the first breath since he had stood. Hermione eyes widened for a moment, she tried to remember what date it was. Her breath evened out once she realized it was a few days from the full moon, she had almost thought he was ready to transform.
Lily had noticed her friends glazed over eyes to; only, she seemed to have a slight idea of the problem. She dug in her pockets, and pulled out a shrunken potion vile then, She unshrunk it quickly, and tapped Remus' shoulder to get his attention.
The eyes were strangely more captivating, more amber and less of his gray, then unusual, as his head snapped like a freed rubber-band to Lily's face. Lily did not seem taken aback though, and Remus took the potion. Hermione could see from the coloration that it was a pepper-up potion.
"Remus, can you tell me what happened?" Lily was still resting her hand on his shoulder when he finally got his words together.
"James, he's not here, but I swore I smelled him." It was then that she realized Remus only knew James had gone to find Harry, not that Harry might have been hurt. She opened her mouth to explain. "Someone who smells like him...he was sick, he... he was bleeding."
And that was when she realized that the thought that Harry might have been bleeding had never crossed Lily's mind either, or perhaps more likely with Lily's intelligence, she had not wanted to believe it.
"Remus? Is Harry all right? Is it Harry?" Remus was not looking at her, but he had sat back down.
"It smells like Harry, but, but, he. Harry. This boy is a pup..."