A/N: Another 1st person narrative of Remus', only this one is set after
Tantz's After the End. Here's what he thinks about the world she created
and her Snipe. Hehe, should be fun.
Disclaimer: Don't own any HP characters, might have bribed them, but I don't own them.
He's brought Harry back! I can't but be happy, elated, overjoyed, enraptured, and all together surprised. I never knew that Snape had it in him to save anyone, even himself. You can see all the hex-marks all over him. All I can do to save my sanity is tell every that my Boy-who- Lived is still among that group.
Snape is still himself, save for a soul. I think he gained one on the battlefield. Aw, that's not really fair though. I know he had it in him, even HE knows that I knew. It bugs the hell out of him. It's wonderful! It's the only joy I get in life. To see him glare at me from across the Hospital Wing, and when I give him a jolly little wave back, he ducks back into his cauldron. It truly makes life worth living again. I wish I could bring him to seeing that.
Ron Weasley. How much crap that boy has been through. I'm really impressed with his resilience. I ache to see him cry about Hermione. I ache so much because I knew these people when they were children. And Ron looks so adult now, helping Severus with potions even. Swallowing that Weasley pride. I'm glad to hear that Charlie and Bill are still alive and kicking. Even though Bill was trapped in a mine from a massive earthquake do to some serious magically castings. He's in a coma, but a coma is much better than dead.
Charlie is one of the Nations Heroes. Might even get an Order of Merlin, I'm so proud. Even though I think Ron deserves it more. Of course Severus, deserves a million of those damn things. I can't believe I almost killed the sorry son of a bitch. I also can't believe he'd use a god-awful Muggle routine to get the blood out of Harry's' lungs. I can't say I'm not glad he did it. I would have never thought of it.
I'm writing in this stupid journal while Minerva is still sleeping peacefully. She almost looked like she's molded in wax, like in a museum my mum took me to once when it was summer holidays. That's where I saw the wax figures of the Beatles. Can't say I'm not a fan of the muggle band. I even tried to convince Sirius to cut his hair like Paul McCartney's. He tried, but it grew back. Oh well.
Ah, memories. For once I'm actually glad to have them. I wanted to give Severus another hug. I think I might, just to stir things up again. He gets so frigid it's hilarious. I have to bite my tongue just to keep it all in. It's funny how this old wolf can be so joyous when faced with complete tragedy, and so god awfully depressed when faced with joy.
Oh well, I guess I should put this thing down for now. I'm afraid that Harry is cold, and I want to just touch his pale skin. Just to feel his life running through those veins.
Oh Lily you would be so proud.
A/N: Ok, chapter one! Of course there's more to what happens, but I'm not sure anyone would read it. *sniffles*
Disclaimer: Don't own any HP characters, might have bribed them, but I don't own them.
He's brought Harry back! I can't but be happy, elated, overjoyed, enraptured, and all together surprised. I never knew that Snape had it in him to save anyone, even himself. You can see all the hex-marks all over him. All I can do to save my sanity is tell every that my Boy-who- Lived is still among that group.
Snape is still himself, save for a soul. I think he gained one on the battlefield. Aw, that's not really fair though. I know he had it in him, even HE knows that I knew. It bugs the hell out of him. It's wonderful! It's the only joy I get in life. To see him glare at me from across the Hospital Wing, and when I give him a jolly little wave back, he ducks back into his cauldron. It truly makes life worth living again. I wish I could bring him to seeing that.
Ron Weasley. How much crap that boy has been through. I'm really impressed with his resilience. I ache to see him cry about Hermione. I ache so much because I knew these people when they were children. And Ron looks so adult now, helping Severus with potions even. Swallowing that Weasley pride. I'm glad to hear that Charlie and Bill are still alive and kicking. Even though Bill was trapped in a mine from a massive earthquake do to some serious magically castings. He's in a coma, but a coma is much better than dead.
Charlie is one of the Nations Heroes. Might even get an Order of Merlin, I'm so proud. Even though I think Ron deserves it more. Of course Severus, deserves a million of those damn things. I can't believe I almost killed the sorry son of a bitch. I also can't believe he'd use a god-awful Muggle routine to get the blood out of Harry's' lungs. I can't say I'm not glad he did it. I would have never thought of it.
I'm writing in this stupid journal while Minerva is still sleeping peacefully. She almost looked like she's molded in wax, like in a museum my mum took me to once when it was summer holidays. That's where I saw the wax figures of the Beatles. Can't say I'm not a fan of the muggle band. I even tried to convince Sirius to cut his hair like Paul McCartney's. He tried, but it grew back. Oh well.
Ah, memories. For once I'm actually glad to have them. I wanted to give Severus another hug. I think I might, just to stir things up again. He gets so frigid it's hilarious. I have to bite my tongue just to keep it all in. It's funny how this old wolf can be so joyous when faced with complete tragedy, and so god awfully depressed when faced with joy.
Oh well, I guess I should put this thing down for now. I'm afraid that Harry is cold, and I want to just touch his pale skin. Just to feel his life running through those veins.
Oh Lily you would be so proud.
A/N: Ok, chapter one! Of course there's more to what happens, but I'm not sure anyone would read it. *sniffles*