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Disclaimer: We don't own anything *sob* It all belongs to the amazing J.K. Rowling.
A/N: C.Moony and S.Prongs (split personality S.Padfoot) proudly present this fic! Die Wormy die! Ok, calm now. Sorry this chapter is shorter than the last one but the rest should be longer!
THIS IS VERY IMPORTANT: We received our first flame *points to a roasting Wormy* and was thoroughly confused by it. Some spineless coward known as 'Anon' (ooh that's brave) decided to inform us that we 'copied Lord of the Rings'. If anyone can explain this to us (we fail to see how we copied LOTR, do you see it?) can they please tell us. And flames are respected if you have the guts to sign in.
Chapter 1- An empty seat
A lone figure was sat hunched over the bar in the three broomsticks, sighing deeply he took a swig of his butterbeer. Rubbing his tired brown eyes he sat back and ran a hand through his flame-red hair. His eyes travelled to the unoccupied seat next to him causing a sickly hallow feeling at the pit of his stomach. This wasn't the way it was supposed to be, that place never used to be empty. Unfortunately for Ron Weasley it had been empty for almost the last year and a half.
That was when Harry had left and now no-one, not even Hermione or his family, could fill the place Harry left behind. For seven years they had been side by side and now they weren't Ron truly missed his best friend.
Of course he knew Harry's reason for leaving, it was because he was Harry Potter, the boy who lived and the one who carried the weight of the world on his shoulders. Harry had left to face 'you-know-who' alone, to stop others dying and protect those he loved.
Although Ron understood, he sometimes felt angry and guilty that he was not by his best friends' side, like all the other times. Ron would have died for Harry as Harry had been prepared to do for Ron.
What Ron didn't know was Harry's reason for never coming home. After all it had been a few months since 'you-know-who's' downfall, but still no sign of Harry.
After Harry had disappeared at graduation there had been no word on him for just under a year, then there was a huge attack on Hogsmede. Peter Pettigrew was captured and once under the influence of veritaserum confessed to his crimes. Sirius Black's charges were acquitted and Pettigrew was then sent to Azkaban but not before revealing the truth behind his capture. He told of how Harry Potter had rescued the dozens of Hogwarts students who had been caught in the attack, how he'd captured the death eaters and how he'd guarded Pettigrew under wand point until the Ministry had got there. As an auror, Ron had been one of the first on the scene and one of the first to find Pettigrew, but he had seen no sign of Harry and neither had anyone else.
A few weeks later Hedwig arrived at Hogwarts with a letter addressed to Dumbledore. The Order of Phoenix and Ministry arrived at Godrics Hollow only to find the aftermath of the explosive battle, the remains of 'he-who- must-not-be-named' and the broken glasses of the boy who lived.
Ron was startled out of his memories as a voice spoke behind him.
"Mind if I join you?" Ron turned to see the pale and drained face of Remus Lupin. He shook his head so Remus sat down and ordered a butterbeer.
"You look as if you could use something a bit stronger." Ron turned to his newly acquired companion.
"That's what an afternoon of Slytherins does to you." Remus joked, Ron gave a small laugh.
Dumbledore had re-hired Remus as DADA Professor just over a year ago, against the protests of the Ministry and even Remus himself. He had insisted that not only the parents but many of the students may be extremely uncomfortable and frightened at the prospect of a known werewolf teaching at Hogwarts and after what happened last time he could not put anyone at risk. Dumbledore however had dismissed this informing Remus that he was the only one who ever did the job properly and was very much needed to protect the students, besides that was his Order of Phoenix assignment which he must accept as he took an oath.
Remus took a long swig of his butterbeer then turned to Ron.
"So have you and Hermione set a date yet?" At the mention of Hermione a small smile crept across Ron's lip.
"Not yet, we decided to wait a while just in case....well it wouldn't be the same without....." Ron trailed off having trouble with his sentence but Remus knew what he was trying to say. Just in case Harry came back because it wouldn't be the same without him as best man.
"I understand," Remus said softly nodding slightly, Ron gave a weak smile. Both men sat silent for a few moments, Remus' eyes scanned the back page of a Daily Prophet lying on the bar causing him to smile to himself. "How about those Cannons, hey?" At this Ron smiled broadly, as it wasn't every day that the Chudley Cannons sat top of the Quidditch league.
It was early morning in muggle London as James Evans left work and began the short walk home. The rain was pouring down so he pulled his coat tight around himself. He entered the tall building and climbed the creaky stairs to his small one bedroom flat. He slowly unlocked the door, throwing his keys on the sideboard as he entered. Exhaustion overtaking him, he dropped on to the sofa and fell fast asleep.
For the last few months James had been working nights as a security guard, it wasn't a terribly exciting job, but it brought in enough money to keep a roof over his head and food on the table and it was perfect for James. The hours enabled him to avoid most people and keep himself to himself, besides it seemed as if a protective occupation was one of the only things he was qualified for.
James shot up from the sofa in a cold sweat, shaking from head to toe. He had been having that same nightmare for almost the last six months and each time it scared the life out of him.
James had been having nightmares for most of his life, the problem was they weren't exactly dreams as dreams weren't real. He ran a shaky hand through his messy black hair and rubbed his bloodshot, emerald green eyes. His glasses lay askew over his pale face so he adjusted them and slowly headed to the bathroom. He splashed his face with cold water and then stood, staring at his reflection in the bathroom mirror. Slowly he pushed his hair away from his forehead to reveal a small lightning shaped scar. He removed his hand and let his hair fall over it again, after all that mark did not belong to James Evans, that mark belonged to Harry Potter.
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Disclaimer: We don't own anything *sob* It all belongs to the amazing J.K. Rowling.
A/N: C.Moony and S.Prongs (split personality S.Padfoot) proudly present this fic! Die Wormy die! Ok, calm now. Sorry this chapter is shorter than the last one but the rest should be longer!
THIS IS VERY IMPORTANT: We received our first flame *points to a roasting Wormy* and was thoroughly confused by it. Some spineless coward known as 'Anon' (ooh that's brave) decided to inform us that we 'copied Lord of the Rings'. If anyone can explain this to us (we fail to see how we copied LOTR, do you see it?) can they please tell us. And flames are respected if you have the guts to sign in.
Chapter 1- An empty seat
A lone figure was sat hunched over the bar in the three broomsticks, sighing deeply he took a swig of his butterbeer. Rubbing his tired brown eyes he sat back and ran a hand through his flame-red hair. His eyes travelled to the unoccupied seat next to him causing a sickly hallow feeling at the pit of his stomach. This wasn't the way it was supposed to be, that place never used to be empty. Unfortunately for Ron Weasley it had been empty for almost the last year and a half.
That was when Harry had left and now no-one, not even Hermione or his family, could fill the place Harry left behind. For seven years they had been side by side and now they weren't Ron truly missed his best friend.
Of course he knew Harry's reason for leaving, it was because he was Harry Potter, the boy who lived and the one who carried the weight of the world on his shoulders. Harry had left to face 'you-know-who' alone, to stop others dying and protect those he loved.
Although Ron understood, he sometimes felt angry and guilty that he was not by his best friends' side, like all the other times. Ron would have died for Harry as Harry had been prepared to do for Ron.
What Ron didn't know was Harry's reason for never coming home. After all it had been a few months since 'you-know-who's' downfall, but still no sign of Harry.
After Harry had disappeared at graduation there had been no word on him for just under a year, then there was a huge attack on Hogsmede. Peter Pettigrew was captured and once under the influence of veritaserum confessed to his crimes. Sirius Black's charges were acquitted and Pettigrew was then sent to Azkaban but not before revealing the truth behind his capture. He told of how Harry Potter had rescued the dozens of Hogwarts students who had been caught in the attack, how he'd captured the death eaters and how he'd guarded Pettigrew under wand point until the Ministry had got there. As an auror, Ron had been one of the first on the scene and one of the first to find Pettigrew, but he had seen no sign of Harry and neither had anyone else.
A few weeks later Hedwig arrived at Hogwarts with a letter addressed to Dumbledore. The Order of Phoenix and Ministry arrived at Godrics Hollow only to find the aftermath of the explosive battle, the remains of 'he-who- must-not-be-named' and the broken glasses of the boy who lived.
Ron was startled out of his memories as a voice spoke behind him.
"Mind if I join you?" Ron turned to see the pale and drained face of Remus Lupin. He shook his head so Remus sat down and ordered a butterbeer.
"You look as if you could use something a bit stronger." Ron turned to his newly acquired companion.
"That's what an afternoon of Slytherins does to you." Remus joked, Ron gave a small laugh.
Dumbledore had re-hired Remus as DADA Professor just over a year ago, against the protests of the Ministry and even Remus himself. He had insisted that not only the parents but many of the students may be extremely uncomfortable and frightened at the prospect of a known werewolf teaching at Hogwarts and after what happened last time he could not put anyone at risk. Dumbledore however had dismissed this informing Remus that he was the only one who ever did the job properly and was very much needed to protect the students, besides that was his Order of Phoenix assignment which he must accept as he took an oath.
Remus took a long swig of his butterbeer then turned to Ron.
"So have you and Hermione set a date yet?" At the mention of Hermione a small smile crept across Ron's lip.
"Not yet, we decided to wait a while just in case....well it wouldn't be the same without....." Ron trailed off having trouble with his sentence but Remus knew what he was trying to say. Just in case Harry came back because it wouldn't be the same without him as best man.
"I understand," Remus said softly nodding slightly, Ron gave a weak smile. Both men sat silent for a few moments, Remus' eyes scanned the back page of a Daily Prophet lying on the bar causing him to smile to himself. "How about those Cannons, hey?" At this Ron smiled broadly, as it wasn't every day that the Chudley Cannons sat top of the Quidditch league.
It was early morning in muggle London as James Evans left work and began the short walk home. The rain was pouring down so he pulled his coat tight around himself. He entered the tall building and climbed the creaky stairs to his small one bedroom flat. He slowly unlocked the door, throwing his keys on the sideboard as he entered. Exhaustion overtaking him, he dropped on to the sofa and fell fast asleep.
For the last few months James had been working nights as a security guard, it wasn't a terribly exciting job, but it brought in enough money to keep a roof over his head and food on the table and it was perfect for James. The hours enabled him to avoid most people and keep himself to himself, besides it seemed as if a protective occupation was one of the only things he was qualified for.
James shot up from the sofa in a cold sweat, shaking from head to toe. He had been having that same nightmare for almost the last six months and each time it scared the life out of him.
James had been having nightmares for most of his life, the problem was they weren't exactly dreams as dreams weren't real. He ran a shaky hand through his messy black hair and rubbed his bloodshot, emerald green eyes. His glasses lay askew over his pale face so he adjusted them and slowly headed to the bathroom. He splashed his face with cold water and then stood, staring at his reflection in the bathroom mirror. Slowly he pushed his hair away from his forehead to reveal a small lightning shaped scar. He removed his hand and let his hair fall over it again, after all that mark did not belong to James Evans, that mark belonged to Harry Potter.
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Just click on that little button and REVIEW! PLEASE! Go on, go on, go on, go on, go on, go on, go on, go on, go on, go on, go on, go on, go on, go on, go on, go on…have we convinced you yet?