This chapter is mostly about Korin-sorry. I know you don't like OCs that
much, but Korin plays a big part in the coming chapters. You'll see why
later.
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Korin oppend a heavy lidded blue eye, watching as her new companion tossed in his sleep. Feh, humans. At least this one's not that bad.
"Sirius. No-I refuse to believe it-He was a traitor!"
She paused as she listened to this. I know how he feels. She oppened her other eye, losing focus as she stared at the lights of downtown Austin.
*
"Here puppy-come get your medicine."
The voice was a snarling perversion of the one Korin had grown used to.
Mom! Mom, were are you! She screamed, cowering deeper into the cavelike area under the trailer. MOM!
Run, my child! Don't let him touch you! She heard her mother scream at her, snarling at the bulky man in the oppening.
Mom-
GO! RUN! The older canine yelped, twisting around in agony and instinct to bite the hand that had dug itself into her small side.
Korin turned in terror, scrabbling out of a small oppening in the plastic siding. She gained her freedom, running across a rough road, then hiding in a small pipe, whimpering in fear and pain.
She could still hear her mother's pain-filled whines as the brutal man tore into her.
If she could cry tears, she would have shed a million, each as hot and salty as the last. If she could have written out her anguish, it would be so painful to read that your heart would bleed just picking up the heavy volume.
When she calmed enough, she cautiously returned to the place that had been her home for the last seven weeks. It was burned to the ground, and her keen nose detected the overwhelming smell of burned flesh-the flesh of her mother and three brothers. Mom, Whiner, Growler, Snow. She ignored the slight pain in her nose as she nuzled the charred bones. I will have my re- The wind changed and she caught a wiff of still more burned flesh-this time human. Oh no, Baby Sely. She troted over to where the young girl's room had been. He killed her-and himself. She lifted her soot covered, singed nose to the bright full moon, howling like those of her past.
*twenty months later*
Drop the bone, Doggie. She was snarling, her tail set down, her muzzle aligned with her shoulders. 'I can't believe I'm doing this. This guy's more than twice my size.'
The great dane she'd been facing looked at her with shock. He knew just as well as she did that she'd get hurt if he fought her. You're a brave one.
Try me, and you'll see just how brave I can be. Her lips curled back from her teeth, revealing sharp canines.
Stop. We both know that you'll get hurt if we fight. Besides, I don't know how you're able too fight, much less stand. You're all skin and bones. The much larger canine tossed the meat covered bone towards her, and lay down, his muzzle on his paws.
She gratefull tore into the small meal-to her mind, a feast. Thank you. I have been feeling rather weak.
So, what brings such a gorgeous thing like yourself down to bellow the tracks?
You heard of that fire that the man and his little girl died in?
We all heard about it. A mother and three puppies were also killed.
That was my home. The bastard got just what he deserved. He killed my brothers, then my mom. I was the only one to escape. A hard glint was in her eyes as she looked into space, seeing the carnage that had been her childhood home for some time.
Easy girl. Finish eating. I know someone who'll want to talk to you, then. The Great Dane stood, then stretched. My name's Jack. The man just arrived from London, and he's in as bad a shape as you are. He's part rat, as well.
Korin finished her meal, feeling much better. Part rat?
He has magic, but it's weak. He can only talk to us in his animal form.
Oh. She was still confused, but knew that this person could help.
Minutes later, she was walking down a narrow alley way, her nose twitching. 'Feels like a place a rat would live.' At the end was a balding man, with what at first appeared to be a silver glove. Is this him?
The dane nodded. He calls himself Wormtail.
She approached, getting his scent. It was tainted with a darkness that made her snese, but other than that, she felt she could trust him. Wormtail, eh?
The larger dog went up and nuzzled the still form.
"Why, hullo there, Nicolai." He scratched the white dog behind his ears, looking around as he felt her prescence. "And you brought a friend. She looks like Padfoot." He wiped his eyes, then turned back to Korin. "Hold on a moment." He slowly transformed into a (rather nondescript and common) gray rat. Hello, little one.
Hey, she acknowledged shyly. 'Why am I being shy.'
It seems we're both running from our past. Care to join me?
She sensed his smile, and agreed.
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From that day, they were close. She looked up to him as she would an older brother, playing with him and Nicolai. On chill winter nights, she would curl up next to him while Nick went to find food, and listened as he told her of his child hood. She even listened sympathetically when he told her of how he foolishly betrayed his friends, thinking that they would come to no harm. He was just glad that he listened to atleast a few of his instincts, trusting that Sirius' years in prison would help Harry when the time finally came. Even if that ment losing his friends.
On this day, we find them sitting under a bridge, waiting for Nick to return.
"I wonder if any body's ever thought of how bad it is to betray yourself? Or of not having pity nor pain?"
This last statement puzzled her slightly, but she knew it was pointless to ask. Despite the fact that his mindspeak had grown, and he was able to talk to them despite he was human, he was some what reluctant to explain philosophy so that she, at least, could understand.
"I know where I would place myself, in Dante's Hell-in the vestibule, being stung by hornets and wasps, and having my blood eaten by the maggots under my feet. It's what I deserve."
Thinking about human literature, again? Korin raised her muzzle at him, and if she had any eyebrows, they'd be raised in question.
"Well, Dante was a wonderfull writer, and he wasn't afraid to speak out against the Pope."
Her ears picked up. You've caught my interest already.
"Dante Aligheri wrote the Devine Comedy-it has a much longer name than that, but that is what modern scholars call it. The most famous book of wich is the Inferno, where he travels through Hell.
"There are two other books-Purgatorio and Paradiso, which are his 'adventures' in Purgatory and Heaven." He took a breath, grinning at Korin. "Any way, he wasn't afraid to put popes or other church leaders in hell. It must be said that he was a devout Catholic, and was completely for the actuall position, but some of the people put in the Papacy he didn't agree with. Like Boniface. He and Dante were rivals."
"Like Potter and Snape?" The voice was cold and sneering, and Korin growled, hackles raised.
Korin, get away from him. Nicolai trotted up to her, jumping back in surprise when she snapped at him. What's wrong with you? Don't you know what he did to his friends?
I am perfectly aware of what he and they went through. And your point would be what?
Are you insane? He's killed innocent lives, Korin. I think you of all canines would learn to stay away from people like that.
I also learned to care. What he needs most at the moment is a friend, Nicolai.
"Peter Pettigrew, you are under arrest for violating U.S. immigration laws, and will be expedited to Great Brittain to face charges of treason."
Korin, please, listen to me. What I'm doing is for your good.
How do you know what's good for me or not?
Goddammit. You're coming with me, now, no arguments or exceptions.
Korin watched the great dane warily. Although she had grown, and was now almost his size, there was a noticible difference. She knew that she'd have to be carefull.
Oh? Well, you're not taking me any where without a fight. She deepened her growl, looking like a much more menacing dog than she had first appeared to him.
Despite his fear, his tone was that of boredom. Fine. Have it your way. He lunged, nearly bringing her down.
She shrugged him off, swiping a razor edged claw along his chest. Looks like you'll have to get dirty, after all.
Bitch. He circled her, more wary now.
Thank you, that's what I am, after all. She snorted in laughter. Im surprised I even trusted you to begin with. I'm glad I did, though, if only for Peter.
"Korin, don't do this. I'm going quietly." Peter kneeled next to her, wrapping an arm around her trembling chest.
Gotcha! Nicolai lunged, and as she shielded Peter with her body, something awoke inside her. Uh-oh. Korin-
You betrayed me, and that deserves something. 'Inhumanis omni aetate molesta est et specae', but I find it quite refreshing sometimes. After all, our kind are smarter than humans. She snarled, ignoring the wound in her side and advancing on him. But you, dear 'saint' Nick, have just lowered to that level of subhuman. She lunged, her sharper than normal canines ripping into the tender flesh.
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Korin awoke with a start, looking around in confusion.
"Relax, Korin, it was just a dream. Now, let's go for a walk, plus I need coffee." Remus scratched her ears, sending a comforting coolness into her. She stood and jumped off the low bed, stretching.
Fine with me.
He grinned, attaching a wide, spiked black leather collar around her neck.
***********************************************************************\ Inhumanis omni aetate molesta est-Inhumanity is harmful in every age. by Cicero
Et specae-Not sure on grammatticall correctness of that, or if it's even correct, but it's supposed to mean 'and species'.
Do not kill me for turning Pettigrew into a 'good guy'. Kill my muse. Plus, this helps me get rid of the anger that I feel towards him. Anger and I don't get along, and this (to my muse at least) feels like the best thing to do.
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Korin oppend a heavy lidded blue eye, watching as her new companion tossed in his sleep. Feh, humans. At least this one's not that bad.
"Sirius. No-I refuse to believe it-He was a traitor!"
She paused as she listened to this. I know how he feels. She oppened her other eye, losing focus as she stared at the lights of downtown Austin.
*
"Here puppy-come get your medicine."
The voice was a snarling perversion of the one Korin had grown used to.
Mom! Mom, were are you! She screamed, cowering deeper into the cavelike area under the trailer. MOM!
Run, my child! Don't let him touch you! She heard her mother scream at her, snarling at the bulky man in the oppening.
Mom-
GO! RUN! The older canine yelped, twisting around in agony and instinct to bite the hand that had dug itself into her small side.
Korin turned in terror, scrabbling out of a small oppening in the plastic siding. She gained her freedom, running across a rough road, then hiding in a small pipe, whimpering in fear and pain.
She could still hear her mother's pain-filled whines as the brutal man tore into her.
If she could cry tears, she would have shed a million, each as hot and salty as the last. If she could have written out her anguish, it would be so painful to read that your heart would bleed just picking up the heavy volume.
When she calmed enough, she cautiously returned to the place that had been her home for the last seven weeks. It was burned to the ground, and her keen nose detected the overwhelming smell of burned flesh-the flesh of her mother and three brothers. Mom, Whiner, Growler, Snow. She ignored the slight pain in her nose as she nuzled the charred bones. I will have my re- The wind changed and she caught a wiff of still more burned flesh-this time human. Oh no, Baby Sely. She troted over to where the young girl's room had been. He killed her-and himself. She lifted her soot covered, singed nose to the bright full moon, howling like those of her past.
*twenty months later*
Drop the bone, Doggie. She was snarling, her tail set down, her muzzle aligned with her shoulders. 'I can't believe I'm doing this. This guy's more than twice my size.'
The great dane she'd been facing looked at her with shock. He knew just as well as she did that she'd get hurt if he fought her. You're a brave one.
Try me, and you'll see just how brave I can be. Her lips curled back from her teeth, revealing sharp canines.
Stop. We both know that you'll get hurt if we fight. Besides, I don't know how you're able too fight, much less stand. You're all skin and bones. The much larger canine tossed the meat covered bone towards her, and lay down, his muzzle on his paws.
She gratefull tore into the small meal-to her mind, a feast. Thank you. I have been feeling rather weak.
So, what brings such a gorgeous thing like yourself down to bellow the tracks?
You heard of that fire that the man and his little girl died in?
We all heard about it. A mother and three puppies were also killed.
That was my home. The bastard got just what he deserved. He killed my brothers, then my mom. I was the only one to escape. A hard glint was in her eyes as she looked into space, seeing the carnage that had been her childhood home for some time.
Easy girl. Finish eating. I know someone who'll want to talk to you, then. The Great Dane stood, then stretched. My name's Jack. The man just arrived from London, and he's in as bad a shape as you are. He's part rat, as well.
Korin finished her meal, feeling much better. Part rat?
He has magic, but it's weak. He can only talk to us in his animal form.
Oh. She was still confused, but knew that this person could help.
Minutes later, she was walking down a narrow alley way, her nose twitching. 'Feels like a place a rat would live.' At the end was a balding man, with what at first appeared to be a silver glove. Is this him?
The dane nodded. He calls himself Wormtail.
She approached, getting his scent. It was tainted with a darkness that made her snese, but other than that, she felt she could trust him. Wormtail, eh?
The larger dog went up and nuzzled the still form.
"Why, hullo there, Nicolai." He scratched the white dog behind his ears, looking around as he felt her prescence. "And you brought a friend. She looks like Padfoot." He wiped his eyes, then turned back to Korin. "Hold on a moment." He slowly transformed into a (rather nondescript and common) gray rat. Hello, little one.
Hey, she acknowledged shyly. 'Why am I being shy.'
It seems we're both running from our past. Care to join me?
She sensed his smile, and agreed.
*****~~~~~±±±±±~~~~~*****
From that day, they were close. She looked up to him as she would an older brother, playing with him and Nicolai. On chill winter nights, she would curl up next to him while Nick went to find food, and listened as he told her of his child hood. She even listened sympathetically when he told her of how he foolishly betrayed his friends, thinking that they would come to no harm. He was just glad that he listened to atleast a few of his instincts, trusting that Sirius' years in prison would help Harry when the time finally came. Even if that ment losing his friends.
On this day, we find them sitting under a bridge, waiting for Nick to return.
"I wonder if any body's ever thought of how bad it is to betray yourself? Or of not having pity nor pain?"
This last statement puzzled her slightly, but she knew it was pointless to ask. Despite the fact that his mindspeak had grown, and he was able to talk to them despite he was human, he was some what reluctant to explain philosophy so that she, at least, could understand.
"I know where I would place myself, in Dante's Hell-in the vestibule, being stung by hornets and wasps, and having my blood eaten by the maggots under my feet. It's what I deserve."
Thinking about human literature, again? Korin raised her muzzle at him, and if she had any eyebrows, they'd be raised in question.
"Well, Dante was a wonderfull writer, and he wasn't afraid to speak out against the Pope."
Her ears picked up. You've caught my interest already.
"Dante Aligheri wrote the Devine Comedy-it has a much longer name than that, but that is what modern scholars call it. The most famous book of wich is the Inferno, where he travels through Hell.
"There are two other books-Purgatorio and Paradiso, which are his 'adventures' in Purgatory and Heaven." He took a breath, grinning at Korin. "Any way, he wasn't afraid to put popes or other church leaders in hell. It must be said that he was a devout Catholic, and was completely for the actuall position, but some of the people put in the Papacy he didn't agree with. Like Boniface. He and Dante were rivals."
"Like Potter and Snape?" The voice was cold and sneering, and Korin growled, hackles raised.
Korin, get away from him. Nicolai trotted up to her, jumping back in surprise when she snapped at him. What's wrong with you? Don't you know what he did to his friends?
I am perfectly aware of what he and they went through. And your point would be what?
Are you insane? He's killed innocent lives, Korin. I think you of all canines would learn to stay away from people like that.
I also learned to care. What he needs most at the moment is a friend, Nicolai.
"Peter Pettigrew, you are under arrest for violating U.S. immigration laws, and will be expedited to Great Brittain to face charges of treason."
Korin, please, listen to me. What I'm doing is for your good.
How do you know what's good for me or not?
Goddammit. You're coming with me, now, no arguments or exceptions.
Korin watched the great dane warily. Although she had grown, and was now almost his size, there was a noticible difference. She knew that she'd have to be carefull.
Oh? Well, you're not taking me any where without a fight. She deepened her growl, looking like a much more menacing dog than she had first appeared to him.
Despite his fear, his tone was that of boredom. Fine. Have it your way. He lunged, nearly bringing her down.
She shrugged him off, swiping a razor edged claw along his chest. Looks like you'll have to get dirty, after all.
Bitch. He circled her, more wary now.
Thank you, that's what I am, after all. She snorted in laughter. Im surprised I even trusted you to begin with. I'm glad I did, though, if only for Peter.
"Korin, don't do this. I'm going quietly." Peter kneeled next to her, wrapping an arm around her trembling chest.
Gotcha! Nicolai lunged, and as she shielded Peter with her body, something awoke inside her. Uh-oh. Korin-
You betrayed me, and that deserves something. 'Inhumanis omni aetate molesta est et specae', but I find it quite refreshing sometimes. After all, our kind are smarter than humans. She snarled, ignoring the wound in her side and advancing on him. But you, dear 'saint' Nick, have just lowered to that level of subhuman. She lunged, her sharper than normal canines ripping into the tender flesh.
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Korin awoke with a start, looking around in confusion.
"Relax, Korin, it was just a dream. Now, let's go for a walk, plus I need coffee." Remus scratched her ears, sending a comforting coolness into her. She stood and jumped off the low bed, stretching.
Fine with me.
He grinned, attaching a wide, spiked black leather collar around her neck.
***********************************************************************\ Inhumanis omni aetate molesta est-Inhumanity is harmful in every age. by Cicero
Et specae-Not sure on grammatticall correctness of that, or if it's even correct, but it's supposed to mean 'and species'.
Do not kill me for turning Pettigrew into a 'good guy'. Kill my muse. Plus, this helps me get rid of the anger that I feel towards him. Anger and I don't get along, and this (to my muse at least) feels like the best thing to do.