Right, here is my first HP Fic. I own nothing! All Harry Potter characters
belong to J.K. Rowling and her publishers and people. This is just
recreational; I'm making absolutely no money from it. Greymalkin belongs to
Shakespeare. Read Macbeth it rules! Please don't sue me! I'm very sorry. Ok
that's that over with. Here's what you've been waiting for. Once again I
don't own any characters at all, but please don't rip this off. Ok, on with
the show.
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The family sat at the breakfast table in silence. The two children sat opposite each other, the larger sometimes shooting scornful looks at the smaller, rather nervous one who just stared at his scrambled egg and pushed it around with his fork.
"Eat something dear. Please," their mother said, with a strained note in her voice.
"Sorry, mum." The smaller boy mumbled keeping his eyes on the plate. He raised his fork and met his brother's eyes.
"I didn't hear you saying sorry yesterday," his brother growled, glaring.
"Romulus! That's enough. I told you, don't keep going on about it." The younger boy jumped up, knocking over his glass of orange juice. His fork clattered down onto his plate as he fled the room with tears in his eyes.
"Remus!" his mother cried and began to get up, but her husband laid a hand on her arm.
"Don't. He needs to learn." And he went back to his paper. Mrs Lupin continued with her breakfast with a troubled look on her face, while Romulus smirked.
After breakfast she crept up to Remus's attic room taking care on the creaking stairs. She pushed the door open and winced as the hinges squeaked. Inside, Remus looked up from his book. He was lying on his front with a book so large it could only be called a tome. His cat Greymalkin was stretched out across his feet, asleep. Mrs Lupin sat down next to her son.
"Sit up, love" she said softly, putting her arm around her son. She could see tear stains on the pillow, but there were none on the pages of the book. Remus was like that. He'd never damage a book. Maybe not a book, but a broomstick she thought grimly. He sat up dislodging Greymalkin who hissed and stretched out her claws.
"I'm sorry, mum," He sobbed into her shoulder "About today at breakfast and yesterday," his voice faltered "With the broomstick."
"There, there," she whispered, rubbing his back.
"I didn't mean to break it, really I didn't. And Romulus was so angry, but the wind and the tree." Here he broke down into sobs and clung to his mother.
"Don't worry," she repeated, "have a good cry."
Remus "had a good cry" for twenty minutes. Greymalkin curled up in his lap, devoted as always. She had been brought to their doorstep by a policeman, as a kitten, now she was an elegant grey cat who followed Remus round like a loyal dog.
When he was ready his mother led him downstairs and had him wash his face. As he went out into the garden his mother said, "Go and say sorry to Romulus. It's him you need to apologise to, not me." She smiled as he ran out of the back door.
The Lupins lived in Wales, deep in the country in the small village of Llanwenddoll. Their house backed onto a deep pinewood. The boys loved climbing trees and climbing fences, and to their mother's horror they often came back covered in mud and usually with Remus crying. This disturbed Mrs Lupin more because he would never tell her why and Romulus only gave an innocent look and said he didn't know what had happened.
As she gazed out of the kitchen window she wondered how her sons could be so different. Romulus was three years older than Remus's four. He was very popular at school and excelled at sport, and at home he had shown his ability for magic at an early age. He also was very good at riding his broom, which he prized above all other things. He couldn't wait to go to Hogwarts.
Remus on the other hand was quiet and reserved. He, more often than not, was found reading in some corner. His nursery teachers were worried about his lack of friends. He was also very perceptive, which made it all the worse that his father was disappointed in him. Remus hadn't lived up to his expectations. Mr Lupin was always comparing him to Romulus.
Angela Lupin sighed; she herself was a muggle while Julius Lupin was a wizard who worked for the Department of Misinformation. She had had a great shock when he had broken the news and proposed to her on the same evening. Her life had become infinitely more complicated that day. She had entered a world she barely understood and one that often left her shaking at the knees.
Like the time her husband had been called away urgently to diffuse a tight situation in Cheltenham. The owl had flown in through the open window, he'd looked at the letter and disappeared just like that, in front of her and the children. Remus had started crying. When he came home, Julius explained his sudden disappearance while she cried. And her troubled life was going to get much harder.
Remus searched for his brother all morning and all afternoon. He found him in a clearing in the wood at around seven o'clock. Romulus was finishing a tree house. He perched in his tree looking down. "I've come to say sorry." Remus shouted up. "Good," Romulus forgave him, "but it would have been much easier with the broom." "I'll help," Remus said with complete naivety, not seeing his brother's smile. "Good," Romulus repeated. "Now go and fetch some rope." Remus scurried off. On his third trip back to the house, for a jam sandwich and some spellotape, his mother caught him and asked him where they were. He told her and as he ran out of the back door she called, "Be careful dear and make sure to be back by dark." She wasn't very reassured by his grunt as his feet pounded away.
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Next chapter up so soon you won't believe. I hope you liked it. Read and Review. *My work is like my house, flames burn it down, but constructive criticism builds it up better than before. *
Love all of you who review! #:-)
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The family sat at the breakfast table in silence. The two children sat opposite each other, the larger sometimes shooting scornful looks at the smaller, rather nervous one who just stared at his scrambled egg and pushed it around with his fork.
"Eat something dear. Please," their mother said, with a strained note in her voice.
"Sorry, mum." The smaller boy mumbled keeping his eyes on the plate. He raised his fork and met his brother's eyes.
"I didn't hear you saying sorry yesterday," his brother growled, glaring.
"Romulus! That's enough. I told you, don't keep going on about it." The younger boy jumped up, knocking over his glass of orange juice. His fork clattered down onto his plate as he fled the room with tears in his eyes.
"Remus!" his mother cried and began to get up, but her husband laid a hand on her arm.
"Don't. He needs to learn." And he went back to his paper. Mrs Lupin continued with her breakfast with a troubled look on her face, while Romulus smirked.
After breakfast she crept up to Remus's attic room taking care on the creaking stairs. She pushed the door open and winced as the hinges squeaked. Inside, Remus looked up from his book. He was lying on his front with a book so large it could only be called a tome. His cat Greymalkin was stretched out across his feet, asleep. Mrs Lupin sat down next to her son.
"Sit up, love" she said softly, putting her arm around her son. She could see tear stains on the pillow, but there were none on the pages of the book. Remus was like that. He'd never damage a book. Maybe not a book, but a broomstick she thought grimly. He sat up dislodging Greymalkin who hissed and stretched out her claws.
"I'm sorry, mum," He sobbed into her shoulder "About today at breakfast and yesterday," his voice faltered "With the broomstick."
"There, there," she whispered, rubbing his back.
"I didn't mean to break it, really I didn't. And Romulus was so angry, but the wind and the tree." Here he broke down into sobs and clung to his mother.
"Don't worry," she repeated, "have a good cry."
Remus "had a good cry" for twenty minutes. Greymalkin curled up in his lap, devoted as always. She had been brought to their doorstep by a policeman, as a kitten, now she was an elegant grey cat who followed Remus round like a loyal dog.
When he was ready his mother led him downstairs and had him wash his face. As he went out into the garden his mother said, "Go and say sorry to Romulus. It's him you need to apologise to, not me." She smiled as he ran out of the back door.
The Lupins lived in Wales, deep in the country in the small village of Llanwenddoll. Their house backed onto a deep pinewood. The boys loved climbing trees and climbing fences, and to their mother's horror they often came back covered in mud and usually with Remus crying. This disturbed Mrs Lupin more because he would never tell her why and Romulus only gave an innocent look and said he didn't know what had happened.
As she gazed out of the kitchen window she wondered how her sons could be so different. Romulus was three years older than Remus's four. He was very popular at school and excelled at sport, and at home he had shown his ability for magic at an early age. He also was very good at riding his broom, which he prized above all other things. He couldn't wait to go to Hogwarts.
Remus on the other hand was quiet and reserved. He, more often than not, was found reading in some corner. His nursery teachers were worried about his lack of friends. He was also very perceptive, which made it all the worse that his father was disappointed in him. Remus hadn't lived up to his expectations. Mr Lupin was always comparing him to Romulus.
Angela Lupin sighed; she herself was a muggle while Julius Lupin was a wizard who worked for the Department of Misinformation. She had had a great shock when he had broken the news and proposed to her on the same evening. Her life had become infinitely more complicated that day. She had entered a world she barely understood and one that often left her shaking at the knees.
Like the time her husband had been called away urgently to diffuse a tight situation in Cheltenham. The owl had flown in through the open window, he'd looked at the letter and disappeared just like that, in front of her and the children. Remus had started crying. When he came home, Julius explained his sudden disappearance while she cried. And her troubled life was going to get much harder.
Remus searched for his brother all morning and all afternoon. He found him in a clearing in the wood at around seven o'clock. Romulus was finishing a tree house. He perched in his tree looking down. "I've come to say sorry." Remus shouted up. "Good," Romulus forgave him, "but it would have been much easier with the broom." "I'll help," Remus said with complete naivety, not seeing his brother's smile. "Good," Romulus repeated. "Now go and fetch some rope." Remus scurried off. On his third trip back to the house, for a jam sandwich and some spellotape, his mother caught him and asked him where they were. He told her and as he ran out of the back door she called, "Be careful dear and make sure to be back by dark." She wasn't very reassured by his grunt as his feet pounded away.
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Next chapter up so soon you won't believe. I hope you liked it. Read and Review. *My work is like my house, flames burn it down, but constructive criticism builds it up better than before. *
Love all of you who review! #:-)