A/N - Here tis, at long last! Sorry I kept you waiting for so long, but Voldemort send a little something after me through my school called exams, and that kept me fairly busy for a few weeks…anyway! Read and, of course, review!
Sapphira was woken by the sun streaming in through the dusty windowpane, shining brightly down on her face. A thrush sat primly on her windowsill and as soon as it was sure it had her attention it starting throatily warbling a greeting.
Sapphira was not a morning person.
She blindly groped around next to her bed and
grabbed a crumpled up sock from the day before. Muttering something about
"bloody geese" she threw it with as much force as her tired muscles could
muster at the offending noise. There was an indignant squawk and some panicked
flapping, and then all was silent.
"Aaah," Sapphira buried her face in her pillow. It
couldn't be time to get up yet. NO possible way. Moments later, her alarm went
of with an incredibly irritating beepy noise. Having already used up her
sock, she felt around for the snooze button. Why is it in the morning these
damn contraptions sprout about twenty more little buttons?
Eventually, she gave up.
Groaning, she sat up and rubbed her eyes. Oh, no,
she thought as she recalled the events of the previous evening – and the
previous night! Moony, where've you gone off too?
She got out of bed slowly, shaking her tousled head.
Now I don't even have my duffel bag to go after him with. I s'pose I could
use his suitcase, or even –
Her train of thought was rudely interrupted by a
loud "Oh, shit!" from the room across the hall. As she was in the middle of
pulling on her pants, her door flew open.
"Remus is gone!" Sirius cried, brow knit in a
combination of fury and confusion.
"Gah! Sirius, I'm changing!" She hurriedly buttoned her trouser and shoved Sirius back out the door. "Learn to knock!"
"Sorry," came the embarrassed voice through the
door. "But, but, Moony! He's gone, and without a suitcase or anything! He – he
just left!" Sapphira came out, looking cross. Sirius continued quickly, "We
think he went after Fiona!"
"Well, of course he went after Fiona, you great
prat!" Sapphira shoved her way to the stairs and started making her way toward
the kitchens. "And Remus isn't thick enough to go anywhere without provisions."
"But he just left his suitcase next to the window,
empty!"
"Well, of course it's empty. That's because he took
his stuff with him!"
Sirius looked confused. "But then what would he
carry it in?"
Sapphira shrugged. "I let him borrow my duffel bag."
She winced as Sirius bellowed "WHAT?!"
Beginning to become irritated, she repeated that she had let him borrow her duffel bag. "And he better return it in decent condition or I'll have his hide." She glared at Sirius, still not being fully awake. "Let me get my coffee."
"You knew he was leaving?!
Why didn't you stop him?!" Sirius shouted, purpling and grabbing her arm as she
started down the stairs. He yanked her back up and yelled in her face, "He
doesn't even know where he's going! He'll get lost! He'll kill himself! He is a
stupid git, and you, you are being a –"
He never finished that statement. It
was early, Sapphira was tired, and being reamed out before coffee was not
improving her disposition.
"Will you shut up!!!" She
screamed, her voice punctuated by a thin jet of fire flowing from where he had
grabbed her shoulder directly to his pajamas.
Sirius stared at his smoldering
sleeve for a moment. Then he began jumping around like an idiot and screeching
for help.
Sapphira pursed her lips, trying not
to smile. "Now you see? You've made me lose my temper. Talk to me when you can
be civil, Sirius darling." And went downstairs.
***
A few minutes later, Sirius emerged looking slightly
singed, and with an unpleasant expression on his face. He approached Sapphira,
who was calmly drinking orange juice and buttering a piece of toast, and took a
deep breath.
"Okay. Where. Is. Remus? Why. Did.
You. Help. Him. Go?" He spoke very slowly and took steadying breaths in between
each word. Sapphira could hear James shouting upstairs, Lily trying to calm
him, and Peter squealing. She smiled up at Sirius, who was gritting his teeth
and closing his eyes tightly, to keep from shouting at her.
"Good morning, sunshine," she stated
sarcastically. Before he tried to throttle her, she went on quickly, "Remus.
Okay, Remus. I heard him moving around a lot last night, you know he's usually
such a sound sleeper, and I wondered what was going on. I caught him trying to
scramble down a drainpipe with a full suitcase, and I basically knew he was
going after Fiona. I mean, c'mon, he loves her! So I stopped him and asked how
he'd ever find her and he was going on about some dream he had - a vision or
something." She took a steadying breath, quailing under Sirius' expression of
horror mingled with disbelief. "He swore he knew how to find her! I let him
borrow my bag because he'd kill himself toting around that suitcase."
Sirius swore under his breath. How
could Remus, the sensible one, be so stupid?! "A bloody dream?" He muttered,
skepticism etched upon his features. He pounded his fist hard on the table,
making Sapphira's juice slosh around the glass and spill onto the table. "He's
so fucking stupid!"
Sapphira stood up and put a hand on
Sirius' quaking shoulder. "We're going after him, don't fret," she soothed.
"We'll find him."
"How?!" Sirius cried. "We
haven't the slightest where he is or anything, or…"
"Shaddup." Sapphira pushed the plate
of pancakes toward him. "Here, have a good ol' fashioned Muggle breakfast and
I'll explain."
"Eschplain what?" Sirius asked
around a mouthful (that boy could eat if Armageddon was knocking on his door!).
"Wait, here come the others,"
Sapphira cautioned, motioning toward the stairwell. James, Peter, and Lily, all
looking considerably disheveled came practically running down, tripping over
one another in the process.
James jumped over the last few steps
and came rushing toward Sirius and Sapphira. "You told her yet?" he asked
Sirius, panting.
Sirius looked darkly (though not
nearly as darkly as before) at Sapphira. "Aye, but she already knew. She helped
him go last night!"
James choked one the bite of toast
he had just taken. "Mmmph, MMMPH??" He opened his eyes very wide and his face
started to go the same shade as Sirius' a few minutes earlier. Then he went
slightly bluish and started hacking until Lily rushed over and pounded him on
the back. Breathing heavily and trying to regain his composure he sat down
heavily and stared at Sapphira.
"Calm thyself," Sapphira said taking
a sip of beloved coffee. "I know how to find him. Do you really have that low
of an opinion of me that you think I'd send the git off in search of his
beloved with my bag, with nothing but a silly dream to go on?"
Lily grinned. "Never lost faith for
a second," she stated proudly, clapping an arm around Sapphira's shoulders.
"Carry on, old girl!"
Smiling at her friend, Sapphira
simply stated, "I spelled it."
"What?" Peter said, uncertainly.
"You, erm, you mean, like ABC and so on?"
Next to him, an enlightened
expression was spreading on Sirius' face. He leapt up suddenly, ran around the
table, and kissed Sapphira soundly on the lips. "You bloody genius!!!"
He shouted, pulling the slightly dazed girl to her feet and lifting her off the
ground in an excited embrace.
Lily, James, and Peter sat very
still, with confused expressions on their faces. Lily tentatively raised a
hand. "Er, Sirius? Did we miss something?"
Still holding Sapphira, Sirius
looked, surprised, at his friends. "Don't you get it?" he asked. "She put a
spell on her bag! A tracking spell! She can find Remus as long as he's
carrying the bag!" He gently set Sapphira on the ground, looking at her with
great admiration and respect. "A regular bloody genius, we have here!"
Sapphira smiled broadly. "Well, I'm
not stupid. I think I deserve extra points for that one!" She winked at Sirius,
"After all I was half asleep. The poor boy had no idea what I was whispering
when I handed over the bag to him!" She glared sternly at the group. "There was
no need for yelling at me, I know what I'm doing. Have a little faith!"
Lily jumped up, "All right, then!
Let's pack and get going! Phira can tell us where he is as soon as we're
packed, then we can catch him and go find Fi wherever he thinks she is! He must
have great trust in his vision to just go off and leave, so there's a chance he
might be right!" Lily jumped up from the table and grabbed Phira's hand.
"C'mon, let's get goin–"
Her outburst was interrupted by a
noise from the entrance to the hall. A man, about six feet in height with clear
blue eyes and dark brown hair had opened the door with a loud crash. He was
wearing blue denim, and the apron of a fishmonger. His eyes were red from
crying, and a small boy was tightly grasping the man's hand. "Fiona!" The
called in a thick, hoarse voice. He looked around frantically, and called out
to the innkeeper, "Where's me daughter?"
The innkeeper looked stunned. "Mr.
McLellan, I don't rightly know. I dun think she checked in last night, sir." He
scanned the tables until his eyes fell upon that table at which the five
teenagers were clustered. "Ye c'n try askin' them, though."
Mr. McLellan walked briskly over to
the table and looked each of the occupants in their eyes. "Where is she?" he
asked quietly. "Where's me daughter, Fiona?"
The small, dark-haired, dark-eyed
child looked up at them from his place next to his father. "'Lo," he said,
looking up at the faces high above him. "I'm Liam. Where's Fi? She's me sister,
y'know. An' even tho' she can be a bit mean sometimes, I still love 'er. D'you
know where she is? Da - Da say's we can't find 'er" He looked up with an
earnest face, lower loip trembling ever so slightly.
Lily got on her knees beside the
child. She spoke, half to the child, and half to the father. "We don't know,
Liam. But we're going to find her. We love her, too." She hugged the child
tightly, and when he pulled away there were tearstains on her blouse.
There was a loud sigh, and everyone
turned to look at Fiona's father. He made a feeble attempt to smile at the
group around him. "God knows why I'm doin' this, but I am." He let out another
loud, steadying sigh. "Go, go an' find her for me. Use yer magical stuff,
though I don't really hold wi' it. Bring me little girl back to me." He
whispered hoarsely, barely audible, "I canna lose them both." He turned away,
and Sapphira sensed that he thought the whole thing was beyond his power to
change. He may have been right.
***
A half hour later, everyone was packed and ready to
go. They were leaving most of their belongings, bringing only what they thought
necessary for a few-days-long trip. The rest they left in a single room, in
separate piles for each person. They gathered at the foot of the stairs,
checked out (except for the one room), and trooped outside into the late summer
sunlight.
"All right, Phira, what now?" James asked, hefting
his bag over one shoulder, so that the other arm was free to wrap comfortingly
around Lily.
"Right." Sapphira closed her eyes and puckered her
brow, looking deep in concentration for a moment. She opened her eyes, looking
rather embarrassed. "Er, does anyone have a map, or, um, a compass or
something?" She blushed. "My sense of direction is about as bad as my knowledge
of geography."
Peter, glad to be of help, took off his rucksack and
started rummaging through its contents. He pulled out both a map and a compass,
as well as a barometer, a miniature magical weather vane, an atlas, a tiny
globe, and several other contraptions that told you whether or not you were
lost.
"Peter, we're going after Remus, not on a world
expedition," Sirius remarked scathingly. He ran over the contents of his bag in
his head: several pairs of clean underwear, a flashlight, a book (Your
Lover's A Dragon? Tame Her in 150 EZ Steps! By Sean Shagby), a pair of
socks, a blanket, and a tiny wizarding radio, which got all the stations,
muggle and wizard, in the entire world.
"Thanks Peter," Sapphira accepted the tools and
closed her eyes again. After a few moments of map consulting and murmuring, she
snapped her head up with a grin. "I know where he is!"
"Splendid!" cried James. "Where'd the bugger get off
to?"
"Er, it's quite a walk," Sapphira said awkwardly.
She closed her eyes halfway, and slowly traced a route on the map. "He walked
all night, and wound up in Caer Lothlor…er, there he took a portkey…yes, he
must have. She looked up. He's in London now, Diagon Alley, and still sleeping
at a room at the Three Broomsticks!"
Her face went from excited to sulky. "But we'll never catch up with him. It's
an entire nights walk to Caer Lothlor, and then we need to find a portkey…"
"We'll worry about the portkey when we get to Caer
Lothlor," said James briskly. I have a mode of transportation faster than
walking. No, Lily," he said reassuringly to the girl who had suddenly gone
white-faced beside him, "It's not broomstick. Don't worry"
Lily, who was deathly afraid of heights, let out a
sigh of relief.
Sapphira was growing impatient, "Well?" she asked.
"How are we going to save all this time?"
"Easy," James replied smoothly. "You, Phira, and
you, Lil, will both ride. So will Peter." He looked at Sirius, who nodded, and
finished James' statement.
"James and I will run! We'll carry all three of
you!" He put down his bag, and did a brief stretch. "After all," he said
mischievously, "Deer and dogs can move much faster than humans!"
***
A few minutes later, Lily was straddling a huge,
handsome deer, and Sapphira was performing a shrinking charm on the luggage.
"Don't get too comfortable with me like this,
Sirius, darling," Sapphira warned, straddling the great dog's black back.
Sirius let out a puppy whine and a suggestive growl.
James turned his antlered head and winked a long-lashed eye.
Lily and Sapphira exchanged looks and burst out
laughing.
Peter, a skinny gray rat, scrambled up Sirius' side
and then up Sapphira's arm until he reached a comfortable resting spot on her
shoulder, half-hidden by her hair.
"Let's go, boys! Off to Caer Lothlor!" Lily called,
as Sirius and James broke into walking, then trotting, then sprinting along the
path to the wizarding settlement.
I wonder how long they can keep this up? Thought Sapphira, easing
into Sirius' gait, relaxed with his broad shoulders and tight muscles rolling
underneath her.
***
Less than two hours later, the gang reached the
entrance to Caer Lothlor. James and Sirius, panting heavily, transformed back
into their proper shapes. Peter changed shortly thereafter.
"I say!" he said brightly, what a splendid ride!"
Sirius and James had to be restrained from killing
him.
Toting their shrunken luggage, they five strolled
into the bustling town. After glancing around, they stopped in The Black Owl,
the local pub, to ask directions.
"Excuse me, sir," Sapphira asked the barkeep. "Do
you know where we can find a portkey to Diagon Alley?"
The old barkeep looked up from pouring a butterbeer
for an impatiently squirming youth on the next stool over. "Diagon Alley?" He
asked, with a raspy voice. "That'll be in London, eh?" Sapphira nodded. "Nay,
t'last key was taken last night, but fer a pair o' pretty lasses like ye and
yer friend there," he gestured at Lily, "ye can borrer some o' me Floo Powder
an use that hearth o'er there." He grinned, showing a mouth with very fe teeth
left. "'Ere's a pinch fer ye an' all yer friends."
The keep doled out the green powder, then went back
to his work whistling softly, and pointed them to the fire place.
Peter was the first to go. "Diagon Alley!" he stated
clearly, and stepped into the now shimmery green flames. He vanished.
One after the other, the rest followed suit. Soon,
they all stood under a great red sign that read, "Welcome to Diagon Alley".
"Ah, good ol' London!" Sirius stated, and took a
great deep breath. "Good ol' London air!"
"Yes, right. Good ol' London." James said hurriedly.
"Right, Phira, where to next?"
"He's on the move again!" Sapphira answered
promptly, brushing ash off of her dress. "He's headed north…he's not far away!"
"Which way?" asked Peter, getting so excited he
started wheezing and had to be slapped on the back a few times by a very
willing Sirius.
Sapphira took out Peter's compass and whirled around
until she faced north. "Follow me!" she cried, dashing off into an alley.
"Excitable girl, isn't she?" James asked Sirius, as
they started jogging after her.
"A regular dragon," Sirius, replied, shaking his
head, and beginning to sprint to keep up with her. He winked at his friend.
"Lucky animagi don't tire easily, isn't it?"
"Thank God."
"Look!" Lily cried. "Sapphira's stopping."
They slowed and gathered around Sapphira, who was
again consulting Peter's map.
"He went this way," she said, running her finger
along a thin brown line. "And this path leads to this forest, which leads to
the Forbidden Forest!" She slapped herself on the forehead. "That dolt! What
does he think he's doing?!"
"Relax, Phira," Sirius put an arm around her
shoulders. "We'll find him, and soon." He smiled as she looked up at him. "You
know where he's going, and there's nothing to worry about!"
"Er, actually…" Peter started to pipe up, quavering
nervously. Everyone turned to look at him. He was looking up from consulting
one of his weather-telling devices, and beds of sweat were forming on his
forehead. He held up the shiny gold metal to show the group. "I, er, don't know
exactly how to say this, but, um, did you know…er, that is…"
"Spit it out Peter, you're making me
nervous," James snapped.
In a very small voice, Peter finished his sentence
rapidly. "There can be no mistake. Tonight's a full moon."
James, Lily, Sirius, and Sapphira all looked at each
other. Perhaps Sirius best voiced what they were all thinking.
"Shit."
***
The sun was beginning to set, and now there was
hardly any light streaming in through the leaves of the dense forest. The five
walked along in silence, briskly swinging their arms with grim, set expressions
on their faces.
"He must have figured it out, by now," James said
suddenly, quietly. His knuckles were clenched so hard they were white, and his
mouth was set in a thin line.
"He always starts to feel the changes when the sun
starts to set," Sirius agreed, brow puckered, shoulders tense.
"We – we've g-got to-to get to him. Before he hurts
hims-s-self. Or s-s-somebody else." Peter stammered, eyes round with fear.
They continued walking, and even the birds were
quiet. A breeze rustled through the leaves, just starting to turn color for the
coming autumn. The only sound was the thumping of their feet on the hard-packed
loam.
Fifteen minutes later, as the last of the sun was
disappearing on the horizon, a bloodcurdling howl split the unearthly silence
of the forest.
"Moony!" James cried. His body ripples and within
seconds, he was dashing through the forest as a stag. Peter also transformed,
and leapt up onto Sirius' back as the gigantic dog tore off after the stag,
echoing the howl with one of his own.
Lily and Sapphira exchanged horrified glances, and
ran after their friends, pumping their legs and breathing hard.
"Remus!" Lily cried, as they stumbled into a
clearing, nearly banging into James and Sirius, who had stopped abruptly on the
edge of the opening. Remus was crouched in the center of the clearing, clothes
ripped and red with his own blood. His hands clawed the ground, as he arched
his back and sent another eerie howl into the coming night.
He looked up, past James, Peter, and Sirius,
straight into the souls of Lily and Sapphira, who were clutching each other in
fear. His eyes were yellow and glowing, pupil-less, nothing like the kind eyes
of the friend they knew. He bared his teeth and snarled as his canines twisted
and grew into fangs, built for ripping and tearing. A single ray of moonlight
fell on his back, and he howled at the rising moon, tensing his muscles, and
crawling in circles on all fours. He screamed in agony as a crack was
heard and his knees bent the wrong way, just as dense gray fur sprouted in a
ridge along his spine. His back stretched and grew until it ripped his shirt
entirely off, and his belt popped with a snap. Another unearthly howl/scream
erupted from Remus' twisted throat, and his spine lengthened further into a
skinny, whip-like tail, that was quickly covered in more coarse fur. He looked
into Sapphira's eyes and raised a hand. She watched as the palm became horny
and pad-like, as his fingers shortened and his fingernails grew into razor
sharp claws. Remus' face lengthened into a broad muzzle that distorted into an
evil smile. With a final howl and a last shudder, the transformation was
complete. Remus licked his lips with a long, red tongue, roared menacingly, and
leaped, straight for Sapphira's throat.
A black shadow caught him in mid-leap and knocked
him, growling to the ground. Sirius bared his own fangs, and pressed Remus'
throat to the ground with a massive paw. Remus howled and struggled, slashing
at Sirius with his teeth and claws, snarling his fury. James sprang over Sirius
and firmly pressed Remus' side with his antlers. Peter then rushed over, and
sunk his teeth into Remus' thrashing tail.
Within seconds, the wolf that had been their friend
ceased his struggles and lay still, breathing heavily. James dug his antlers in
a little harder, and stepped back, just as Peter let go of the great plumy tail
and Sirius stepped off and backed toward the girls.
Remus stood on all fours and shook briefly, taking
in his surroundings. His eerie eyes fell upon Lily and Sapphira, and he stepped
back, stumbling and whining like a puppy caught chewing on a slipper. Remus'
huge gray head turned to James, and then to Sirius, and the to Peter. Then he
let out a great, mournful howl, padded softly over to a nearby tree, and lay
down. Peter, Sirius, and James joined him immediately, lying down so close that
their bodies touched. James gave a nod to Sapphira and Lily. The nod plainly
meant to sleep, and they had nothing to fear for the rest of the night.
Lily and Sapphira looked at each other, wide-eyed.
How could they sleep after what they had just witnessed. They looked helplessly
at James and Sirius.
Sirius gave a nod to James, who pushed more firmly
against Remus. Sirius got up and softly moved over to where Sapphira was
standing, shaking. HE grabbed her dress lightly with his teeth, and pulled her
over to the opposite side of the clearing. He pulled down, causing her to sit
in the roots of an old, moss-covered tree. He sat by her for a moment, then
gently licked her cheek and returned to where Peter and James ere waiting.
James then got up and elegantly strode over to Lily,
prodding her gently with his antlers over to the same spot Sapphira lay. With a
gentle nuzzle, he pushed her into the moss, and returned to Remus.
Lily and Sapphira looked at each other again. They
curled up next to each other, and were soon fast asleep.
***
"Ohhhhhhh," Sapphira groaned, as she was woken early
the next morning by a big, wet tongue. She opened her eyes halfway and
attempted to focus on the blurry picture of a black dog in front of her.
"Sirius, go away," she moaned, pushing at his furry chest and wiping off her
slobbery face.
Sirius changed back to his human form. "Hmph," he
said, looking put out. "I was trying to be romantic. I thought girls liked to
be woken by a kiss from a handsome guy."
"Not that kind of kiss you mangy cur,"
Sapphira blinked in the bright sunlight and yawned, stretching in the soft
moss.
Sirius leaned down and kissed her gently on the
lips. Hmm, he smells nice. Like wet earth, and trees and stuff. He tastes
good too! And he's warm… thought Sapphira, pulling him closer. "You're
warm," she mumbled, running her fingers through his matted black hair.
"Wake up," he whispered, breaking off the kiss. He
looked down, a mischievous light in his eyes. "I can see your panties."
Sapphira blinked again and looked down. Her dress,
now soiled and muddy, had indeed come up during the night, and some of her
underwear was showing. "So what?" She asked, hitching up her dress even
further. "They're pretty."
"Come on, get up," Sirius grinned, helping her
unsteadily to her feet.
Sapphira suddenly recalled the events of the past
evening. "Oh, Goddess, how's Remus? Is he all right?"
"Yes, and no," Sirius said uncertainly, pointing to
where Remus' figure was hunched in the shadows. "He's fine, physically, but he
feels terrible about nearly killing you and Lil." Sirius shrugged, "He's been
gathering firewood since he regained his shape an hour or so ago."
"But wizards don't need firewood," Sapphira was
genuinely puzzled.
"Yeah," was Sirius' only answer, as Remus threw some
more logs on top of the already very large pile of wood.
"Where are Lil and James and Peter?" asked Sapphira,
thinking I'd better go talk to Remus. Poor guy.
Sirius grinned. "Well, James and Lily took off a few
minutes ago to 'find a spring'." Sirius snorted. "If that's what they're
actually doing right now, break my wand and call me a muggle!"
"And Peter?"
"He went of to follow them a few minutes ago. You
watch, he'll come back blushing beet red babbling garbage about how he couldn't
find a spring, and they'll be following right after saying they've found one,
both with silly grins on their faces."
"You're hardly one to be knocking silly grins,"
Sapphira smiled, kissing Sirius lightly. "I'm going to talk to Remus."
"I'll just, er, watch the camp, then, shall I?"
called Sirius, a silly grin spreading over his face.
Chuckling slightly, Sapphira went into the woods,
listening for Remus. An abrupt snap and an "Ouch! Damn!" betrayed his position.
"Remus?" She called softly, noticing a bit of robe
sticking out from a patch of pricker-bushes. "Are you alright?"
"Leave me alone," came the somber reply. "I don't
want to talk about it. I'm sorry, and you shouldn't be around me." There was a
rustling noise, and his scratched and bruised head poked out of the bushes. His
eyes were puffy, as if he'd been crying. "I'm a danger to you, Sapphira. You,
and Lily, and especially Fiona." He shook his head. "You shouldn't be around
me."
"Shuttup, let's get you out of this bush," was
Sapphira's brisk reply. After a few minutes of struggling, Remus toppled out,
bruised and cut, wearing a borrowed robe from James.
Sapphira righted Remus and puller more than a few
burrs out of his hair and clothes. "Now, stop this nonsense about how we should
lock you in a cage and never see you again." She brushed off his robes and
shook him until he looked her in the eye. "You know Lily won't stand for that,
and neither will I." She glared at him. "And if Fi caught you saying that sort
of rubbish about her, I doubt your sorry ass would be able to sit for a
month."
There. A twinkling of a grin in Remus' eyes. His
lips twitched. He started to smile, then to chuckle. "You're right, you know,
about Fi." He said. "It's just, I was so stupid, and I don't know how to
forgive myself for being such a stupid idiot."
"Stop being redundant is the first thing you can
do," snapped Sapphira. "Then, you can take us to Fi, and we'll be square." She
took him by the shoulders and led him back to camp.
After Lily and James returned (Peter had come back
while Sapphira was gone, as Sirius predicted, red and babbling), they all sat
in a circle, and looked expectantly at Remus.
Remus took a deep breath. "Now," he started, letting
his breath out very slowly. "Last night, I had a vision….."
A/N
- Now it's Daine's turn…. Please review!