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To me, love is over-rated. It's the equivalent of eating large amounts of dark chocolate. The only problem is, I'm addicted to eating large amounts of chocolate. Once you've got a hold, you can't let go, and that, is what love is. An addiction that is sweet, and every bite you take feels like bliss. That is, until your lover finds out you're a werewolf, and they leave. You're chocolate is taken away. So you go and wander around until you find another lover, and your storage of chocolate is replenished.
I got tired of this crusade, the quest for large amounts of chocolate that will only last for a short amount of time. So I created an island for myself. I moved back to Wales, back into the country I was born in. I reclaimed the property that was mine, and settled for chocolate that was physical. I managed to live like this for a long time. Years, until I began to find that my money was running out, and I needed to have a real job.
In the newspaper I found the ad for a Defense Against the Dark Arts position at Hogwarts. I decided to work there in the winter, and then move back here for the summer. It would be good again. So I gathered up the shabby clothes I had (I hadn't been able to afford new clothes for a while), and headed for the train station.
It was all worked out. I would have a room at the top of a tower that had a trapdoor. I would not be able to get out of the room in wolf form, because I am simply to big. The potions master, a former enemy of mine, had agreed to make a wolfsbane potion for me, just for safety measures. The day after the full moon, I would have a substitute come in and teach my classes, so I could catch up on the sleep I missed.
The train ride was a bumpy one, but not so much that I couldn't get any sleep. I slept until maybe halfway through the trip. Your last transformation reflects on your mood afterwards, and unfortunately for the students in the compartment, I had a -very- bad transformation.
"Who's that?"
It was very dark in the compartment, but I can see in the dark. A handful of people were trying vainly to what was where.
"Who's -that-?"
"Ginny?"
"Hermione?"
"What're you doing?"
"I was looking for Ron-"
"Come and sit down-"
"Not here, -I'm- here!"
"Ouch!"
"Quiet!" I said, irritably.
I lit a flame in my hand, and instantly got a better look at who was who. There were two girls, one with brown hair, another with red hair. A boy that could only be the red-head's brother, a boy with an extremely a round face, and---
There was Harry. It was my best friends' son. They were jumbled up and Harry was looking straight at me. People looking directly at me is rather unnerving in my mind. I heard movement outside I sniffed. The smell was unmistakable. It was a dementor.
"Stay where you are," I ordered.
I stood up, and headed for the door just as it was opening. As I thought, it was a tall, black-hooded figure. If you've ever read the book "Lord of the Rings", you may have some idea what they look like; the Ring-wraiths almost perfectly resemble them.
I heard a clunk, and I realized what must have happened; I could smell Harry's sweat, besides the fact that he was breathing rather loudly. I glanced over my shoulder, then my head snapped back to the dementor. I felt the protectiveness I hadn't felt since James and Lily were alive---and Sirius was still sane.
"None of us are hiding Sirius Black under our cloaks. Get out," I said, my voice strangely sharp.
The dementor didn't move. I whispered the incantation, and a rather smaller version of a wolf shot out of my wand. It backed up, as if it was almost afraid.
I took one of those large bars of chocolate I mentioned earlier out of my pocket, and passed it around, as Harry was waking up. Then I decided it was best to talk to the train conductor, and owl the school ahead of time. When I came back, I found that none of them had taken a bite of chocolate. Thankfully, my humor was returning with the fact that the dementor was gone, along with the fact that I was currently with James' son.
"I haven't poisoned that chocolate, you know," I said, a small smile returning to my face.
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Author's notes: please review.
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To me, love is over-rated. It's the equivalent of eating large amounts of dark chocolate. The only problem is, I'm addicted to eating large amounts of chocolate. Once you've got a hold, you can't let go, and that, is what love is. An addiction that is sweet, and every bite you take feels like bliss. That is, until your lover finds out you're a werewolf, and they leave. You're chocolate is taken away. So you go and wander around until you find another lover, and your storage of chocolate is replenished.
I got tired of this crusade, the quest for large amounts of chocolate that will only last for a short amount of time. So I created an island for myself. I moved back to Wales, back into the country I was born in. I reclaimed the property that was mine, and settled for chocolate that was physical. I managed to live like this for a long time. Years, until I began to find that my money was running out, and I needed to have a real job.
In the newspaper I found the ad for a Defense Against the Dark Arts position at Hogwarts. I decided to work there in the winter, and then move back here for the summer. It would be good again. So I gathered up the shabby clothes I had (I hadn't been able to afford new clothes for a while), and headed for the train station.
It was all worked out. I would have a room at the top of a tower that had a trapdoor. I would not be able to get out of the room in wolf form, because I am simply to big. The potions master, a former enemy of mine, had agreed to make a wolfsbane potion for me, just for safety measures. The day after the full moon, I would have a substitute come in and teach my classes, so I could catch up on the sleep I missed.
The train ride was a bumpy one, but not so much that I couldn't get any sleep. I slept until maybe halfway through the trip. Your last transformation reflects on your mood afterwards, and unfortunately for the students in the compartment, I had a -very- bad transformation.
"Who's that?"
It was very dark in the compartment, but I can see in the dark. A handful of people were trying vainly to what was where.
"Who's -that-?"
"Ginny?"
"Hermione?"
"What're you doing?"
"I was looking for Ron-"
"Come and sit down-"
"Not here, -I'm- here!"
"Ouch!"
"Quiet!" I said, irritably.
I lit a flame in my hand, and instantly got a better look at who was who. There were two girls, one with brown hair, another with red hair. A boy that could only be the red-head's brother, a boy with an extremely a round face, and---
There was Harry. It was my best friends' son. They were jumbled up and Harry was looking straight at me. People looking directly at me is rather unnerving in my mind. I heard movement outside I sniffed. The smell was unmistakable. It was a dementor.
"Stay where you are," I ordered.
I stood up, and headed for the door just as it was opening. As I thought, it was a tall, black-hooded figure. If you've ever read the book "Lord of the Rings", you may have some idea what they look like; the Ring-wraiths almost perfectly resemble them.
I heard a clunk, and I realized what must have happened; I could smell Harry's sweat, besides the fact that he was breathing rather loudly. I glanced over my shoulder, then my head snapped back to the dementor. I felt the protectiveness I hadn't felt since James and Lily were alive---and Sirius was still sane.
"None of us are hiding Sirius Black under our cloaks. Get out," I said, my voice strangely sharp.
The dementor didn't move. I whispered the incantation, and a rather smaller version of a wolf shot out of my wand. It backed up, as if it was almost afraid.
I took one of those large bars of chocolate I mentioned earlier out of my pocket, and passed it around, as Harry was waking up. Then I decided it was best to talk to the train conductor, and owl the school ahead of time. When I came back, I found that none of them had taken a bite of chocolate. Thankfully, my humor was returning with the fact that the dementor was gone, along with the fact that I was currently with James' son.
"I haven't poisoned that chocolate, you know," I said, a small smile returning to my face.
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Author's notes: please review.