A/N: There's been some controversy on what to do with the giants...its a big part of the story. All the characters belong to none other than the queen of the publishing industry, J.K.Rowling. The names Lupin, Fridwulfa, Arabella Figg and Mundungus Fletcher belong to her, the characters of those names belong to, uh, both her and the author, Aragog. I just hope no one gets technical with that. Anyone else mentioned in the story belongs to Aragog. And I will use the word Muggle despite Nancy Stouffer, who, by the way, spelled Ra wrong in the title of her books.
"So, Remus, where's Arabella gotten to?" Mundungus Fletcher stood in the doorway, grinning happily. He had greyish brown hair that hung in wisps around his head, a very crooked nose and yellowing teeth. Remus sighed. He never liked Mundungus, he never would.
"She's boarding with her mum in Surrey," he said and set out a plate of month-old cakes and tea.
"Muggle mother?" Mundungus shuddered.
"Yeah, she's not that bad," Remus would say anything to make Mundungus mad or annoyed.
"Didja 'ear about Sirius Black? Can't believe 'e'd ever go bad," he chortled and sat down where Remus had been seconds before,"'E was always so nice at 'ogwarts." Sirius can out of the corner, in dog form, and sat staring at Mundungus with bright yellow eyes.
"Eh, whadda you want, doggy? Them eyes gives me the creeps, Remus, where'd ye get this mongrel? 'E's....AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!" With a faint pop Sirius had returned to normal form.
"'E's Sirius Black! 'E's Sirius Black!" Mundungus clambered onto the table, squealing like a pig and knocking the platters and cups to the floor.
"Yes, I am, you great coward. I haven't killed Remus yet, why would I kill you?" Sirius stood up, exasperated. He didn't like explaining this to people, why couldn't Moony've told Mundungus beforehand?
"So whatta ye doin' 'ere?" Moony and Padfoot looked at each other, and launched an explaination.
* * *
"Master, is this the place of the giants?" McNair and his slick voice wafted to the head of the group, at the base of a mountain.
"Yes. Death-Eaters, Apparate at the top with me!" Voldemort cried and vanished. As terrified of giants as they were, they Dissapated without protest.
At the peak there was a wide cliff, and a large boulder, far larger than a house, positioned against the rock face.
"Fridwulfa, Queen of the Giants, Lord Voldemort has business with you!" Silence. For several minutes, everything was quiet. Then a rumble broke the barrier between the Death-Eaters and the giants. The gigantic boulder rolled away from the mountain, now teetering on the edge of the cliff Voldemort and his followers were perched on. The boulder revealed a titanic archway that was the gateway to a long, bleak tunnel. A single torch appeared.
And a giant emerged.
* * *
Remus, Sirius, and Mundungus stood outside 3 Privet Drive. Not once in their lives had they been in a Muggle home, much less invited in. Remus took a deep breath, and, glancing at the black dog at his side, knocked on the door.
An old woman who smelled strongly of toffee opened the door and looked up at the two men and down on the dog on her front porch.
"Is Arabella...," Remus began.
"Yes, yes, just having a bit o' tea afore she goes to work, yes, come right in," the woman exclaimed and waddled off, motioning them to follow.
"D'ye allow dogs in yer house?" Mundungus asked, remembering his manners.
"As long as its not a cat, its welcome."
They followed the woman through a living room with all kinds of ancient Muggle junk in it and into a white kitchen lit and powered by electricity. At the table sat a petite, blonde woman with her hair piled high and and a sleek dress suit on.
"I believe you've some friends a wanting to talk to you," the woman smiled and left the room.
Arabella looked up and gave a joyful cry,"Remus! My God, how long has it been?"
"Too long, Arabella, too long. Too many things have changed," Remus sighed.
"Arabella! You look wonderful!" Mundungus came out from behind Remus and opened his arms. Sirius let out a low growl.
"You haven't changed a bit, Mundungus," Arabella said blankly and stayed sitting down,"What brings you two here?"
"Actually, its three, Arabella."
* * *
It was a giantess, actually. You could say she was tall, but that wouldn't even begin to describe it. She was at least three times Hagrid's height, and many more wide. Stretching their necks and blinking in the sunlight, the Death-Eaters strained to catch a glimpse of her face, but all they could see was her chin.
"What business does Queen Fridwulfa have with you, Lord Voldemort?"
Suddenly alert, they all reached for their wands, even though they knew no spell could hurt this giantess.
"Who are you, and what right do you have to know?" Voldemort called up.
"I am Juta Rastendotter. I am the Keeper of the Gate, and every giant here has the right to know what business wizards may have with us," Juta replied, her booming voice sending the pebbles around them into a kind of jittery dance.
"How many of you are in there?" cried Crabbe, his voice shaking.
"Silence, Crabbe, only I will speak," Voldemort hissed.
"Obivously you are the leader, Lord Voldemort, and not a very fair one. It is a wise question. There are two dozen of us left."
Voldemort bristled at this insult, but, as he needed the giants badly, he continued,"You have been called out of exile, Juta Rastendotter, and so have all the giants with you. That is all I can say before I strike a deal with you."
Juta nodded,"Come in, then, and we will see if Queen Fridwulfa will take part in your deal."
Voldemort turned to his Death-Eaters,"Stay here. I don't need any of you fools to come in here with me and blurt out something stupid." He glared at Crabbe while saying this, causing the burly man to cower under that red-eyed glare.
With some reluctance Juta led the wizard into the tunnel. Many like him had promised freedom if they did their bidding, and all had ended up as a meal. But this one sounded like he would bring amusement, too.
She took him through the dark passageway, which smelled like rotted meat. The ceiling was high, even the giants had to stretch to touch it. The passage sloped down and the air became cooler and clearer.
They stopped outside a stone door,"I will let you in and then you will be on your own, Lord Voldemort. Don't be crafty or tricky with Queen Fridwulfa, now, she's not one to be lied to." Juta said this with great amusement. The court was going to have fun with this one, they were. She heaved the block of granite away and let Voldemort inside before replacing the stone and returning to the gate.
Inside was a long room filled with about half a dozen giants and giantesses.
"Juta has brought us another meal! I daresay he won't make much of one for our Fridwulfa. Mayhap there's more!" a fat giant holding what looked like the leg of a dragon in his hand began laughing. Ignoring this and the other shouts, Voldemort travelled down the hall to where a lavishly robed giantess sat. She had thick, black hair woven with golden beads and tiny blue eyes that matched her cloak of sapphire.
It took five minutes just to get down there, and Voldemort was getting annoyed with the teasing. But he knew better than to try and quiet them; they'd crack him like an egg before he could say 'Avada Kedavra.'
"Fridwulfa, Queen of the Giants, I have business with you!" he called when he reached the foot of her throne,"I. Lord Voldemort, have called you out of exile to join with me to destroy the wizarding world!" Fridwulfa stifled a chortle of laughter. No matter how strong Voldemort grew to be, he would always resemble an ant in the mind of giant.
"I'm not in the least bit sorry to say, no," she smiled. The court roared again.
"Should I skewer him yet, dear Queen?" cackled a giantess with a blood red skirt on,"Or will he entertain more?"
"Why not, Queen Fridwulfa?" Voldemort cried above the shouts.
"Because the Horn of Grikkal has not yet been blown," she replied calmly. The giants fell silent.
"I have never heard of such a thing." The silence then was almost deafening.
"Grikkal was the greatest of your kind, Voldemort, I'm surprised. He wrote many laws in the favour of all magical creatures. He fought for our rights many times, also. He was dearly loved in our circles. He could call upon every and any creature, from House-Elves to Grindylows, with a cry of his horn," she paused,"The horn stayed in the keeping of giants for many years after his death and our exile. But when an uprising of a Dark Wizard (Voldemort smiled wickedly.) rattled all foundations, it was handed by authorities to a special bearer, a wizard." She then stopped, to Voldemorts greater annoyance.
"But who is the wizard?" he persisted.
"He has no name, as far as we tell. All we know is that he is the Brother of the Wolf."
"So, Remus, where's Arabella gotten to?" Mundungus Fletcher stood in the doorway, grinning happily. He had greyish brown hair that hung in wisps around his head, a very crooked nose and yellowing teeth. Remus sighed. He never liked Mundungus, he never would.
"She's boarding with her mum in Surrey," he said and set out a plate of month-old cakes and tea.
"Muggle mother?" Mundungus shuddered.
"Yeah, she's not that bad," Remus would say anything to make Mundungus mad or annoyed.
"Didja 'ear about Sirius Black? Can't believe 'e'd ever go bad," he chortled and sat down where Remus had been seconds before,"'E was always so nice at 'ogwarts." Sirius can out of the corner, in dog form, and sat staring at Mundungus with bright yellow eyes.
"Eh, whadda you want, doggy? Them eyes gives me the creeps, Remus, where'd ye get this mongrel? 'E's....AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!" With a faint pop Sirius had returned to normal form.
"'E's Sirius Black! 'E's Sirius Black!" Mundungus clambered onto the table, squealing like a pig and knocking the platters and cups to the floor.
"Yes, I am, you great coward. I haven't killed Remus yet, why would I kill you?" Sirius stood up, exasperated. He didn't like explaining this to people, why couldn't Moony've told Mundungus beforehand?
"So whatta ye doin' 'ere?" Moony and Padfoot looked at each other, and launched an explaination.
* * *
"Master, is this the place of the giants?" McNair and his slick voice wafted to the head of the group, at the base of a mountain.
"Yes. Death-Eaters, Apparate at the top with me!" Voldemort cried and vanished. As terrified of giants as they were, they Dissapated without protest.
At the peak there was a wide cliff, and a large boulder, far larger than a house, positioned against the rock face.
"Fridwulfa, Queen of the Giants, Lord Voldemort has business with you!" Silence. For several minutes, everything was quiet. Then a rumble broke the barrier between the Death-Eaters and the giants. The gigantic boulder rolled away from the mountain, now teetering on the edge of the cliff Voldemort and his followers were perched on. The boulder revealed a titanic archway that was the gateway to a long, bleak tunnel. A single torch appeared.
And a giant emerged.
* * *
Remus, Sirius, and Mundungus stood outside 3 Privet Drive. Not once in their lives had they been in a Muggle home, much less invited in. Remus took a deep breath, and, glancing at the black dog at his side, knocked on the door.
An old woman who smelled strongly of toffee opened the door and looked up at the two men and down on the dog on her front porch.
"Is Arabella...," Remus began.
"Yes, yes, just having a bit o' tea afore she goes to work, yes, come right in," the woman exclaimed and waddled off, motioning them to follow.
"D'ye allow dogs in yer house?" Mundungus asked, remembering his manners.
"As long as its not a cat, its welcome."
They followed the woman through a living room with all kinds of ancient Muggle junk in it and into a white kitchen lit and powered by electricity. At the table sat a petite, blonde woman with her hair piled high and and a sleek dress suit on.
"I believe you've some friends a wanting to talk to you," the woman smiled and left the room.
Arabella looked up and gave a joyful cry,"Remus! My God, how long has it been?"
"Too long, Arabella, too long. Too many things have changed," Remus sighed.
"Arabella! You look wonderful!" Mundungus came out from behind Remus and opened his arms. Sirius let out a low growl.
"You haven't changed a bit, Mundungus," Arabella said blankly and stayed sitting down,"What brings you two here?"
"Actually, its three, Arabella."
* * *
It was a giantess, actually. You could say she was tall, but that wouldn't even begin to describe it. She was at least three times Hagrid's height, and many more wide. Stretching their necks and blinking in the sunlight, the Death-Eaters strained to catch a glimpse of her face, but all they could see was her chin.
"What business does Queen Fridwulfa have with you, Lord Voldemort?"
Suddenly alert, they all reached for their wands, even though they knew no spell could hurt this giantess.
"Who are you, and what right do you have to know?" Voldemort called up.
"I am Juta Rastendotter. I am the Keeper of the Gate, and every giant here has the right to know what business wizards may have with us," Juta replied, her booming voice sending the pebbles around them into a kind of jittery dance.
"How many of you are in there?" cried Crabbe, his voice shaking.
"Silence, Crabbe, only I will speak," Voldemort hissed.
"Obivously you are the leader, Lord Voldemort, and not a very fair one. It is a wise question. There are two dozen of us left."
Voldemort bristled at this insult, but, as he needed the giants badly, he continued,"You have been called out of exile, Juta Rastendotter, and so have all the giants with you. That is all I can say before I strike a deal with you."
Juta nodded,"Come in, then, and we will see if Queen Fridwulfa will take part in your deal."
Voldemort turned to his Death-Eaters,"Stay here. I don't need any of you fools to come in here with me and blurt out something stupid." He glared at Crabbe while saying this, causing the burly man to cower under that red-eyed glare.
With some reluctance Juta led the wizard into the tunnel. Many like him had promised freedom if they did their bidding, and all had ended up as a meal. But this one sounded like he would bring amusement, too.
She took him through the dark passageway, which smelled like rotted meat. The ceiling was high, even the giants had to stretch to touch it. The passage sloped down and the air became cooler and clearer.
They stopped outside a stone door,"I will let you in and then you will be on your own, Lord Voldemort. Don't be crafty or tricky with Queen Fridwulfa, now, she's not one to be lied to." Juta said this with great amusement. The court was going to have fun with this one, they were. She heaved the block of granite away and let Voldemort inside before replacing the stone and returning to the gate.
Inside was a long room filled with about half a dozen giants and giantesses.
"Juta has brought us another meal! I daresay he won't make much of one for our Fridwulfa. Mayhap there's more!" a fat giant holding what looked like the leg of a dragon in his hand began laughing. Ignoring this and the other shouts, Voldemort travelled down the hall to where a lavishly robed giantess sat. She had thick, black hair woven with golden beads and tiny blue eyes that matched her cloak of sapphire.
It took five minutes just to get down there, and Voldemort was getting annoyed with the teasing. But he knew better than to try and quiet them; they'd crack him like an egg before he could say 'Avada Kedavra.'
"Fridwulfa, Queen of the Giants, I have business with you!" he called when he reached the foot of her throne,"I. Lord Voldemort, have called you out of exile to join with me to destroy the wizarding world!" Fridwulfa stifled a chortle of laughter. No matter how strong Voldemort grew to be, he would always resemble an ant in the mind of giant.
"I'm not in the least bit sorry to say, no," she smiled. The court roared again.
"Should I skewer him yet, dear Queen?" cackled a giantess with a blood red skirt on,"Or will he entertain more?"
"Why not, Queen Fridwulfa?" Voldemort cried above the shouts.
"Because the Horn of Grikkal has not yet been blown," she replied calmly. The giants fell silent.
"I have never heard of such a thing." The silence then was almost deafening.
"Grikkal was the greatest of your kind, Voldemort, I'm surprised. He wrote many laws in the favour of all magical creatures. He fought for our rights many times, also. He was dearly loved in our circles. He could call upon every and any creature, from House-Elves to Grindylows, with a cry of his horn," she paused,"The horn stayed in the keeping of giants for many years after his death and our exile. But when an uprising of a Dark Wizard (Voldemort smiled wickedly.) rattled all foundations, it was handed by authorities to a special bearer, a wizard." She then stopped, to Voldemorts greater annoyance.
"But who is the wizard?" he persisted.
"He has no name, as far as we tell. All we know is that he is the Brother of the Wolf."