Harry Potter and the Soul Shifter
By: Alex Lyons3
Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns Harry Potter and everything in the wonderful world of Hogwarts. Disney owns Brooklyn, the gargoyle. I own Jessica "Jess" Cotten.
Author's Note: Originally, I started on a story about Harry's sixth year before J.K.R. released OotP. Sadly, when Sirius died, so to did my ability to write that fan fiction. So, I've salvaged some characters and added some cross over points and re did the whole thing. I really didn't expect Sirius to die. Truthfully, I should have. Just for the record, the time line is going to be a bit iffy since most people put it up as Sirius died in 1996. I'm going to say that Harry didn't even start Hogwarts until 1997, so Sirius didn't die until 2002. Did I lose anyone? *A few hands are raised* Okay! Simply, first book published in 1997. So, that's when Harry starts as far as I'm concerned. Harry's fifth year would be 2001-2002, so Sirius (at least in my mind) does not die until 2002. Okay? Anyway, on with the story.
Chapter 35: Forgiveness
January turned to February and still Lupin held fast to his sanity. He was shaking now with tremors of grief. His latest victims had been allowed to defend themselves, but they were no match for a starving werewolf. Lupin was now eating every chance he was given, since he had found out that he was even more sadistic when starved. Voldemort had also realized this bonus and had demanded that the Death Eaters only feed him enough to keep him alive. However, Malfoy, who feared Lupin just as much as he feared Voldemort was compelled to keep him a little more fed than the other Death Eaters and he had been given the duty of preparing Lupin's evening meal. The Dark Lord thought that Lucius was feeding Lupin accordingly and did not bother to check what was sent up.
The full moon rose above the grounds of The Riddle House and the mournful howl of a werewolf went through the house sending chills down most of The Death Eaters spines. Five Death Eaters went up to the top floor with a large silver crate. Each of the Death Eaters went into the room with their wands drawn and held at the ready.
"Well, werewolf, we have a feast planned for you tonight." Sneered the Death Eater called Dragon. He cackled maniacally as they herded Lupin into the silver crate.
The ride out to where ever they were taking the wolf was a long one and filled with much pain on the wolf's part. The wolf screamed as wands came into the crate and burnt him with blasts of fire. His fur was singed when they made it to their destination. It was a small home on the outskirts of Edinburgh. The house was far enough away from the other homes in the area that no one would be able to hear the family's screams of pain and terror as they were tortured to death by the werewolf.
What ensued was little less than a massacre. The walls were covered in blood half way up and the carpet was stained in several areas. The Death Eaters herded the werewolf back into the crate and took off after they left the Dark Mark gleaming up in the air for all the muggles to see.
The Ministry of Magic came out to the home of Hermione Granger, Dumbledore was with them hoping to find some signs of one of the Death Eaters and some sign that The Grangers were not here. No such luck, they had been home when The Death Eaters had attacked with their new pet. Poor Hermione. Poor Remus. If Hermione found out that this was Remus' doing...she'd probably forgive him in an instant. She, like Harry, adored Remus and would forgive him anything. Professor Dumbledore looked to Fudge.
"I need to go and tell Miss Granger what has happened, Minister." Dumbledore said solemnly. Fudge nodded gravely and let Dumbledore go.
Dumbledore Apparated back to a clearing in the Forbidden Forest. McGonagall and Severus were waiting trepidly.
"Well?" They both asked in unison. Dumbledore only shook his head sadly at them and went up to the school.
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To wowsergirl: I tried my best to get it up as fast as I could.
To Jade Kirk and Max LBC: It is quite alright, everyone of my reviewers were a bit crossed that I'd be leaving for a couple of weeks, but I'm afraid that sometimes I don't have a whole lot of control over the situation. I wish I did.
To Umbridgeitis: I hope this helps.