A/N: I am on a roll, here! I just posted a bit of Lost yesterday, and I finished this at about two o'clock this morning! I LOVE Spring Break!
Right, so sorry about that last cliffhanger. *shoots Ebony a Look* Her fault. I did end Lost with a cliffhanger, though. A very similar cliffhanger…Well, we've got issues that way. I actually finished that at the same time she did, so it wasn't like we planned that…Weird, I know…*ahem* Well, anyway, here's the next bit of this. Enjoy. Review. Go read Ebony's piece before this or you'll be thoroughly confused…
Oh, and there's some rather nasty language used in this. Nothing really bad, but Sirius has a pottymouth, as does *gasp* Remus, and a certain other character…Ah, I'll stop trying for mysterious, here. Go read it.
Fa A Bhialiainn Ann
Part 14
By Veralidaine
A clouded dream on an earthly night
Hangs upon the crescent moon
A voiceless song in an ageless light
Sings at the coming dawn
Birds in flight are calling there
Where the heart moves the stones
It's there that my heart is longing
All for the love of you~ "The Mystic's Dream," by Loreena McKennitt (read this after Lupin's dream, will you? ^_^)
(A few hours earlier…)
Fi dove into the water, enjoying the cool, calming effect it had on her. She loved swimming, and gradually over the summer had learned to control her transformations to the point where just swimming didn't give her flippers and whiskers. Overall, she wasn't so scared of her powers now, and was starting to enjoy them, somewhat. She was still rather resentful, however, at the definition of Selke in Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them, but she let it go at that.
She sat up as water hit her face, spluttering a bit. Remus was standing next to her, in the deeper waters just beyond the breaking point of the waves, and he was grinning. "Oh, sorry, did I splash you?"
"Don't try to be Sirius. You can't get away with his pranks—you look far too guilty." Inhaling sharply, Fi dove down and, with a graceful turn under water, surfaced directly in front of him, but only allowed her eyes and the top of her head to break the surface. Her hair was currently flowing in all directions around her, and she smiled under the water while he grinned down at her.
"Now, when you do that, you really do look like a sea creature."
She brought her chin up above the water. "Oh? Are you thinking sea creature in a nice way, like a mermaid, or were you thinking more along the lines of a grindylow?"
"Actually," he said, obviously going into the "Professor Lupin" mode, as Sirius had so willingly dubbed it, "neither one is that attractive. I mean, in the Prefect's bathroom they've got that mermaid painting, but really, they don't look at all like that. As for grindylows—"
"I've got two weeks," Fi interrupted, "before I have to go back to learning, Remus, so don't even try…My head's got some nice cobwebs going and I don't really feel like sweeping them out just now."
He crossed his arms over his chest and raised an eyebrow at her, and amused expression on his face as he surveyed her. "You know," he said after a moment, "you really ought to have a lie on the beach. You're looking fairly pale. Paler than usual, I mean."
"I've been lying on the beach all summer. I burn, but I don't tan. It hurts, so I don't do it." She grinned at him. "Liam's the same way. Ma and Da worry 'bout him…" She trailed off a bit, running her finger in circles in the gently rising and falling water. Remus caught her hand with his and she looked up. "What?"
He was looking at her concernedly. "Fi…"
She shrugged. "Well, Da should be back soon. He was on that fishing trip with Liam, and they've heard, but it's taking time to get back. Prob'ly tomorrow afternoon." She sighed. "I just hope he lets me come back to Hogwarts…"
Looking up, she saw that this had not occurred to Remus, and now he looked really worried. On the other hand, she wasn't really planning on going back to school anyway…She didn't want to do leave, but he had insisted…When she'd tried it the other night, Sapphira had caught her and suddenly all the threats and voices in her head went quiet. Obviously, Voldemort had known he had to stop then, but tonight was going to be worse. She'd have to go, and she couldn't let Sapphira or anyone else stop her. She didn't want that monster to hurt her Ma. What he wanted with her was completely a mystery to poor Fiona, but she wasn't going to let him do anything to her mother, especially since she was a Muggle and had nothing to do with any of this.
"You will come back to school, right?"
Fiona looked up to see Remus looking at her in a would-be calm sort of way, and smiled reassuringly, feeling sick to her stomach. "Of…Of course. Da will let me if I tell him how much it means to me." She was lying through her teeth—she hoped to be gone before her Da even got back. But if she said anything, Remus would stop her, or worse yet, Voldemort would hurt her mother.
She glanced around, taking in the rocky shore, James and Lily's flirtatious water-fight, and Sirius and Sapphira, each currently trying to dunk the other in the waves. "I do love Ireland…"
"More than England?"
"Well, I love Ireland just like you love England. It's my home. I wouldn't ever want to give it up." Now she really felt unwell. She'd have to give it up. Soon.
"Not for anything?"
"Some things," she muttered. "Some people."
"Like who?" He was watching her curiously, obviously aware that something was going on that he didn't know about, and that Fiona wasn't keen on sharing her information.
"Dunno…" Fi said vaguely. Then she looked up at him and noticed his concern. Maybe if she teased him a bit, he'd stop worrying… "Lily, maybe? After all, she is one of my best friends…" She grinned at him, knowing it must have looked extremely fake. She just couldn't put her heart into it. It felt wrong to lie to him, of all people, but she had to…
"Lily, huh?" He grabbed her hands and pulled her up next to him, smirking. "Well. Thanks."
"What, were you expecting me to say you?" she said with halfhearted sarcasm. "Huh."
"Yes. I'm terribly hurt now." He looked down at her small hands in his big ones and smiled. "Well."
"Well." Now she wasn't sure quite what to do. He obviously could see through the façade, and now he felt like she didn't trust him. She sighed. "Remus…" Well, now what? He was looking at her expectantly—what was she supposed to say? How was she supposed to express this, without endangering everyone? Ugh, McLellan, how do you do it…
Without even thinking, she just grabbed his shoulders, pulled him down towards her, and planted a quick, gentle kiss on his lips. Well, now at least she'd done that…She'd vowed to herself some time ago that she would, preferably before graduation. Well, time was running out, now, as she was thoroughly convinced that she'd never graduate or, for that matter, ever see him again after that night. She was fairly sure she'd be dead by the end of the week, really.
She started as James catcalled, but it wasn't directed towards them. Sirius had Sapphira's arms pinned behind her back and appeared to have just kissed her. About bloody time, Fi thought, smiling slightly. Besides, it saved her having to see what exactly Remus' reaction was to her spontaneous little bout of romance. Reaching behind her, she grabbed Remus' wrist and dragged him towards the surf so as to find out exactly what had happened.
Fiona's head snapped up, but all she could see was darkness. A dream? …No, she'd actually experienced it. But then—? Oh, no…
Something in her lungs felt constricted, and suddenly she just started sobbing, realizing what had happened. She'd been trying to give Remus a quick kiss goodnight, but then that annoying boy…And then…Then it all blurred. Remus was trying to grab her hand, but by then everything faded out…And then…
Something was horribly, terribly wrong now. She could feel the darkness pressing in against her skin—Voldemort was obviously nearby, and this had to be that—that horrible Castle…What was it called…Something dreadful, Fi remembered, but her thoughts were so scattered and completely random and panicked…Arkaniss! Yes, that was it…She shuddered at the way it sounded, even just in her mind.
She was obviously in some stone room or cell—the floor was cold and hard, and a bit wet, as if she were in a cave. She shivered, not really from the intense cold, and curled into a little ball. She knew, without looking, that her wand had been taken from her. Lying down on her side, she wiped her face dry with her sleeve and tried to keep warm, shutting her eyes tightly and trying to refrain from whimpering.
She gasped and sat up as a square of emerald light appeared, splashing cold greenness over her. A door she hadn't known existed had been opened, and there was a tall, black-clad figure standing in it. Fi, shaking with fear and cold, scrambled as far away as she could, eventually hitting a wall with her back, and then she slowly slid her body up against it until she was standing. "Who's…Who's there?"
Whoever it was suddenly looked visibly nervous at the sound of her voice, which was odd, since Fiona had always thought of Voldemort and his supporters as being tall, strong, and emotionless. The figure shifted slightly and cleared his throat. "Never mind that. Get over here." Fi didn't move. "I said, get over here. Now."
When Fi still didn't budge, he (yes, it could only be male) strode over and roughly grabbed her wrist, pulling her towards the green-lit door. As he pulled her into the stone hallway, she started struggling, not wanting to go where she knew she'd inevitably be going—to Voldemort. The guard, or whoever it was, was obviously getting annoyed with her constant whimpers and pulling. "Stoppit—stop doing that, I—" He grabbed her shoulders and pinned her to the wall, and in doing so, his hood fell back. Fiona gasped.
It was Snape.
Severus Snape.
He looked at her coldly, dark eyes locked on her light ones. Her jaw had fallen open, leaving her lips in an O of surprise. With one hand, he pushed her against the wall; with the other, he pulled up his hood again. "Not a word, McLellan."
Fi found her voice and completely ignored him. "You! How…How could you, I—" She broke off as something constricted her throat, cutting off her breath. Snape was looking slightly nervous at this and turned to meet another figure that had just turned into their corridor from somewhere ahead. His wand was directed at Fi's throat, and was obviously the source of the unpleasant choking sensation.
"Let her go," Snape muttered distractedly, eyes flickering between the new hooded figure and Fiona. "Not worth it; just let her go."
"Now's not the time to go soft, Severus," drawled the figure, and Fi realized just who it was. "She's an arrogant wench, and the only reason Master wants her is because she's basically the result of breeding between species. Oh, stop pretending not to care—" he flicked his wrist and Fi gasped for breath "—I mean really, I never understood your attraction to her."
"Malfoy, I swear to God, you and Snape will pay for this, I—" Fi shut up as Snape clapped a hand over her mouth.
Removing it, he glared at her. "Stop talking, McLellan, or he'll do it again. Just come without flailing about like an idiot and maybe your throat muscles will remain intact."
Suddenly, a door some fifty feet down the corridor opened, revealing more green light (the Muggle in Fi wondered vaguely where it was all coming from), and the cold in the hallway increased to such a level that Fi could see her breath in front of her. She knew who was behind the door. This wasn't going to be pretty.
*
"Oh, would you shut him up!" Remus yelled, surprising everyone. They all looked at him, including Pilib, who had been the "him" mentioned in that little outburst. Remus went back to running his fingers distractedly through his hair and completely coming undone. No, he thought, Remus Lupin does not come undone. I just don't. I'm the calm, cool, collected one, here. Sirius and James come undone. Peter goes into panic attacks. Not me. I don't do that. I work things out logically and—Oh, God, she kissed me this afternoon—I knew something was up then, and now she's gone and I know Voldemort got her and what if he hurts her—that bastard—if he so much as touches her I swear on Merlin's grave he'll pay for it with his life, the dirty monster, I—
"Remus?" a soft voice interrupted, and he looked up from his position of sitting with his head in his hands in the room's only chair—everyone had run inside after Fi's abduction, afraid that they'd lose another member. Now they were gathered in their room at the inn, panicked and unsure—and trying to shut bloody Pilib the Muggle and his endless questions up. The speaker turned out to be Lily, and, squatting down to his level, she put a small hand on his shoulder, looking into his face, thin eyebrows slanted with concern. "Are…Are you okay?"
"Do I look bloody okay?" Remus hissed. "He took her! Dammit, Lily, and I knew something was going on, I just knew it…She wasn't acting right, it was all awkward and she acted like something was really wrong and I couldn't take the hint and now she's gone, Lily, and we have to do something—what if he hurts her? I'll kill him, I will, if he so much as touches her, and what will we do? We have to do something, Lil, we have to…" He paused at this point to take a deep breath and regain his relative calm.
Lily was looking at him, eyes wide, obviously shocked at such a completely panicked rant coming from Remus, of all people—Remus himself was a bit surprised, really—and shook her head. "I know, Remus, but really…You have to calm down a bit. Sorry I got you all riled up, then…"
"Why'd she glow green?" There was that terribly annoying, breathless, lispy voice. "Was it magic? Oh, that is sooooo cool! Say—Remus, was't?—where d'you s'pose Fiona went?"
That did it. Remus had been on the verge of snapping as it was, and now he was thoroughly annoyed at this idiotic Muggle. On the other hand, they didn't know if he was a Muggle…Remus was starting to lose it— "You know, Pilib, I'm beginning to wonder…You were there when Fi's house burned down, and when you grabbed Fi this time, she all of a sudden glowed green and disappeared. Really, I'm curious as to whom exactly you're working for. I mean, you seem to be conveniently present whenever disaster occurs, and—"
"Remus!" James had been yelling his name for the past few seconds, but Lupin was just a tad preoccupied. Finally he shut up and wheeled on the spot to face James, forgetting about the incredibly confused-looking Pilib, who was glancing at Sapphira questioningly. "Remus, calm down. He's a Muggle. He hasn't a clue what you're on about, and you're rambling. Now I know you're upset, but really—"
"Moony, you're going starkers," Sirius said, without a trace of sarcasm or would-be humor. Of course, Remus noticed, he was alright—he had his arm comfortably around Sapphira, who was leaning into him, eyes reddened and looking shocked. It wasn't fair—Fi was gone, and she'd not done anything! Why would Voldemort want her, anyway?
"Well. Thanks for your help, then. We'll just leave her to that monster then," Remus said tonelessly. "'Preciate your caring." He turned, heading for the hallway and the room he shared with James and Sirius. No one argued with him—they all seemed to realize he was off his rocker this evening.
"Where're you going?" Somebody called after him—it sounded like 'Phira, but he wasn't sure.
"To bed. I can't take it any more. I…Just leave me alone." With a huge sigh, he slammed the room door behind him and flopped down on the bed, face in his pillow. Well, now what? There was absolutely nothing he could do except completely lose his self-control and scream at everyone, like he nearly—well, not really nearly—did tonight. He didn't know where that monster had taken her or how he could help her, and all he could do was hope that she'd be alright.
This was, of course, of little comfort to him, and, punching his pillow in a very un-Remus-Lupin-ish way, he fell into a rather exhausted sleep.
He was in the forest, he knew that much. It looked (and smelled, to his abnormally advanced senses) like the Forbidden Forest at Hogwarts. Through the spidery branches of the trees—'It must be winter,' he thought vaguely—he could see a crescent moon hanging in the blackened sky, just barely illuminating the cold, bare ground beneath his feet.
Looking ahead, he saw something—or someone—running through the trees. Curious, and somehow driven to it, he jogged after it. It always seemed to evade him, drawing farther into the deep woods, moving deftly between the harshly bare branches and dry leaves carpeting the ground. It made practically no noise as it did so, and Remus was giving up hope, until he heard an odd voice—it sounded as though it was coming from underwater, and the tone wavered slightly. It was calling his name, he realized after a moment, but this was odd, as he knew vaguely that that wasn't what his name sounded like, but he knew it was, just the same.
Finally, the thing stopped moving, and he caught up. It was blinding white against the trees, and as he moved closer, he saw that it was a unicorn. The creature turned to look at him, odd, silver-purple eyes taking him in carefully as she (how Remus knew the gender was a mystery to him—it was just on instinct) surveyed him calmly. There was that odd, wavering, watery-quiet voice again. Each word faded in and out slowly, as if it were a badly tuned radio and Remus strained to understand what the creature was telling him.
"…Save her…" The voice faded out again. "…can't talk long…" Once again, quiet. "…not a fae-speak…" Remus was struggling to get what she said, but was failing miserably. "…Arkaniss…taking her awa…must help her…all magical creatu…doomed by Vol…uprising…prediction…lawny…" The unicorn stopped abruptly, pale ears swiveling towards something behind them. She turned her magnificent head, shot him a parting, meaningful glance, and then cantered off into the darkness, leaving Remus standing in the clearing, thoroughly confused.
Suddenly, his ears picked up the same sound the unicorn must have heard earlier—whatever was coming slithered, it sounded like. Everything went cold—he could see his breath rise in front of him—he was vaguely aware of the sun rising in what had to be the East. Maybe if he ran towards it…The cold was gaining on him, but he could see the sun rising, and…There was a castle in the distance! It wasn't Hogwarts, though…It was old and crumbling, with dead trees lining the surrounding moat and an oddly eerie feeling seemingly seeping from it into the surrounding air. The cold behind him was still coming, but he couldn't force himself to run to the dreadful castle, but at the same time, there was something about that castle that was important…
A small face peeked out of one of the barred windows. It was small and pale, but a sort of light glowed from it, in stark contrast to the darkness and horror of the castle itself. Without even getting a closer look, Remus knew who it was. "Fi!" he tried to call out, but as often happens in dreams, his voice would not function. He tried running towards the castle, but it only seemed farther away. The cold was still catching up to him, and he couldn't quite reach…the castle…cold…but Fi…running…
Remus sat up, sweating and shaking, and swore to himself. Tearing off the quilt that somebody—most likely one of the girls—had thrown on him for warmth, he remembered that he was still fully dressed and grabbed the nearest suitcase. Piling a few extra changes of clothes into it, he threw his cloak over his shoulders and opened the window, extremely glad that their room was on the first floor. He couldn't risk just going out the door like any normal person—Sirius seemed to have (rather intelligently) figured he'd try that and situated his sleeping bag directly in front of it. James had his next to Remus' bed, but spending several days as a wolf every month had its advantages, and Remus could move very quietly, if he wanted to.
He had just slid his suitcase out the window and had gotten one leg over the windowsill when the door adjoining the rooms creaked open, revealing Sapphira. Her hair was mussed and she was wearing her pajamas, and a ball of silver fire glowed in the palm of her right hand. "Goddess, what is with you two?"
"Bugger," Remus muttered, not making any move to cover up for what he was doing.
Sapphira padded over to him, the silver flames casting eerie shadows on the walls. "I won't wake them," she muttered, nodding her head in the direction of the other boys. "But what the hell d'you think you're doing, Remus?"
He glowered at her. "Leave me be, 'Phira, just go back to bed."
Sapphira raised one eyebrow, lips pursed. "Gonna try and rescue her or something?"
"No, I'm going for a stroll; maybe later I'll run by the pub for a drink." He gave her a look. "Goodnight, Sapphira. Go to bed." He slid his other leg over the windowsill and slid himself down onto the ground. Sapphira leaned halfway out the window, casting silver light over Remus and his suitcase.
She sighed. "You idiot—how're you going to carry that?"
"I'll manage," Remus responded snippily.
"D'you want my duffel bag?"
He looked up incredulously. "What, you're encouraging me on this?"
She shrugged, leaning her elbows on the windowsill and watching him. "I dunno what you're planning to do, but I figure I'll give you a head start and then tell the others tomorrow. Maybe since you've gone crackers and are trying to find her, they'll actually do something. Believe me, I'm with you on the whole 'let's take action' thing, and even though I think you're going about this in the absolutely stupidest way possible, I'll try to help." She turned away from the window. "Accio the bloody duffel bag. There." She threw down the black canvas bag. "Cram your stuff in there and gimme the suitcase. Then go—it's nearly dawn." She paused for a moment. "Where're you going to go first? I mean, we've not the faintest where she's at, do we?"
"Actually, I do…" he muttered, transferring the hastily selected items into the bag.
"How?"
"Dream."
"Ah…"
Remus glanced up to see if she'd taken him seriously or not. She actually looked as though she thought he might have a point. That or she was doing a very good job humoring him. Maybe she was stalling him until Sirius or somebody woke up and was able to restrain him long enough to tranquilize him or something.
Didn't seem like it, though. He threw her the suitcase and she nodded to him. "Well…Good luck. Send an owl in a few days so we know where you are, at least."
"Right," he agreed, slinging the bag over his shoulder. "See you, 'Phira."
"Right." She yawned, stretching, and muttered, "Sirius's going to kill me, you know."
"Nah, he likes you too much," Remus muttered, turning to leave. "He told me."
"He did?" came the disbelieving reply.
"Actually, yes." Remus responded, not really paying attention to what he was saying, or the fact that Sirius would probably give him a bloody nose for it. Well, if he ever saw Sirius again. "He's really quite fond of you. Thinks you're clever." He turned around, twenty feet away from the glowing window. "Mind, he'd never let on. 'Bye, 'Phira."
"'Bye."
*
Fi's eyes widened with shock. "Wh—What?"
"You're a fae-speaker, aren't you? Then talk to it, Mudblood."
Fiona swallowed roughly, glancing at the huge yellow eyes and glistening green scales. Black, leathery wings beat impatiently as the dragon looked her over in an alarmingly hungry manner.
"Talk to it, or it will most likely have you for a midnight snack. It's not been fed in three months, you know."
Fi glanced back at the snake-like being behind her, who emanated cold and fear, and then looked at the dragon again. She closed her eyes. Can you hear me?
Oh, you talk? Damn. And I was hoping I could eat you.
Fi sighed, relieved. You're not going to eat me, then?
Can't, was the glum response, you can actually talk to me. I can't eat things that talk. It gives me indigestion. And a guilty conscience. Otherwise, you'd be toast. I'm bloody hungry, human. Why can you talk, anyway? Are you a fae-speak?
Yes.
Oh. I wondered. Well. I suppose that dark creature over there's making you talk to me?
Yes, Fi replied, nervously. Dunno why…
Thought to ask him?
No… Fi opened her eyes, breaking the concentration, and turned around, not quite looking at Voldemort. "He wants to know why I'm talking to him."
"Excellent. Tell him if he wants food, he'll have to take orders from me. Through you."
Fi was starting to get the picture now. She relayed this to the dragon, who looked extremely amused. Well, as amused as a large lizard can look.
Is he kidding? Who does he think he is?
He's Voldemort. He's nearly the darkest wizard to ever exist. He killed one of my best friends and took my Ma away from me. And now he's using me to get you to work with him. She paused, thoughtful. Would you eat me, please?
The dragon chuckled, and a bit of smoke issued from the scaly nostrils, which were each about the size of Fiona's face. No, youngling, I'm afraid not. Neither of us want to be here, but I'm fairly sure we can find a way out of this. We'll get through this, yet. Tell him I said yes.
But—
I don't mean it. Satisfy the evil git for right now. He's not that scary to me. He started to turn around, heading towards the nearest corner, possibly for a nap.
You're full of yourself, then.
He turned. Hey, kid, remember who you're talking to.
You said you wouldn't eat me. I'm not scared.
Then you're just as full of yourself as I am. The dragon seemed satisfied with this, and continued plodding towards the corner, settling himself down. What's your name, youngling?
Fi. Yours?
That's on a need-to-know basis.
Fi was starting to get exasperated. First capture, then Snape and Malfoy, and now immature dragons. Fine. I'll tell him you've decided you're not hungry.
You can call me Iolar.
Thought you'd see it my way… Fiona turned to Voldemort. "He…uhm…He says yes."
"Good. That's two fae-speakers and a dragon for my side. Advantageous, don't you think, Snape?"
Snape glanced with carefully masked disgust at his Master and nodded. "Of course, my Lord."
"Yes…Well, Malfoy, I think it would be good for McLellan to return to her cell, if you would assist her?"
Lucius stepped forward. "Gladly," he said softly, a nasty smirk playing across his lips.
Fiona winced as she was thrown to the floor in her cell, rubbing her elbow where it had hit the cold, hard stone. The square of light disappeared as Malfoy closed the door. "Thanks, Malfoy!" She screamed, knowing full-well that he couldn't hear her, or at least, was ignoring her. "You evil git! I swear to God, one of these days I'll—"
"Would you keep it down, please? You're disturbing my concentration."
Fi stopped, mid-screech, and turned in the dark. "Who's there?"
Sigh. "Your cell-mate. You are a noisy girl, aren't you?"
"Who are you?"
A small sapphire-colored fireball lit, flickering in a small palm. A face appeared above it, illuminated eerily by the blue flames, which reflected twice—once in a pair of glasses, the next in a pair of large gray-green eyes. "The resident psychic. I take it you're the infamous fae-speak?"
"Yeah," Fi said quietly. "I s'pose you got that from the psychic abilities?"
"No," sniffed the girl impatiently. "I heard them talking. But I am psychic."
"Really." Fi stuck out a hand. "I'm Fiona. McLellan."
The strange girl shook it. "And I'm Sibyll Trelawney."
*
Remus dropped the old soda can in the alley, exhausted after a long night of walking to the nearest Wizarding settlement. He'd taken the can as a portkey, and now found himself in an alleyway probably not too far from Diagon Alley and the rest of Wizarding London. But what he needed now was to get to Kings Cross and find a way to get to Hogwarts and the Forbidden Forest. Then he'd do the best he could to find her. He knew he was going out on a limb with this, but he had to try something.
*
James sat up, rubbing his eyes. "Moony, ol' pal, wake up. Breakfast." No response. "Remus?" James stood up, glancing at the bed. The quilt Lily had tucked over him had been thrown to the floor, and there was a large brown suitcase next to the window, which turned out to be empty of all his clothes. James swore to himself, and jogged over to the other sleeping bag by the door, trying to wake his friend by shaking him.
Sirius sat up abruptly in his sleeping bag, muttering something about Quidditch fouls, then opened his eyes. "What?" He lunged for his watch. "What the—James, it's only nine-thirty! Come on, I wanted to sleep late! For the love of—hey, where's Moony? I thought—oh, shit."
*
A/N: Well. That was long, wasn't it? You're turn, Ebony. ^_^
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