A poetic chapter today. I'll start with the disclaimer-
Right. You know the score. It's not mine if you've seen it before.
I'm making up for not posting the last chapter for ages, so here's the next one in quick succession. I won't give specific thanks to my reviewers because I wrote this at the same time as the last chapter when FF.net was down. Please don't be offended. I love you all!!!!!
Well then that's that over with so, We'd better get on with the show!
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"I didn't know any one could eat that much." Remus said with admiration.
James smiled and laughed "Another of my hidden talents."
"Ahh yes." Sirius looked thoughtful, "Talents. We must consider the prank." He said "the prank" with utmost solemnity. "It will be our first prank at Hogwarts, so we've got to get it right." Remus and James began to snigger. "It will be remembered over the centuries." Sirius began to get a vague, far away look. The other three were in fits of laughter by now. Sirius began to sense something was wrong. Still looking distant asked, "Are you laughing at me?" he looked incredulous, "This is no laughing matter." The other three couldn't stop. "We.." the laughing continued, "We will have." Sirius gave in and launched himself at James and they toppled off the bed. Peter and Remus look at each other and cackled louder.
Remus was enjoying himself so much that he almost missed what his internal clock was telling him. He tried to get in between the others and said, "Hey guys we're going to be late for potions." James' head popped up from the ruckus.
"Yeah you're right." He checked his watch, "Get off me you big oaf." James pushed Sirius away and stood up, trying to straighten his robes.
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They arrived at potions only three minutes late. Unfortunately, Professor Brewer wasn't the kind of person to take three minutes lightly.
"Why are you late?" he roared as they came in. "And why is your tie up round your ear?" he asked turning to Sirius. Before he had a chance to explain, the Professor launched off again. "What are your names? Sit down!"
As they took their seats and murmured their names, Professor Brewer viciously ticked off their names on the register and snapped, "Twenty points from Gryffindor."
Remus hung his head. He hated being told off. It left him with a guilty emptiness inside and made him want to curl up and let the stronger side of him take over. But he never would and so he just examined the pockmarked and stained desk. Maybe he should have chosen a safer seat?
That was one of his problems, he could almost let go to the wolf, except at the full moon, but never quite.
When he was smaller, he'd dreamt of running in the woods at night. Once or twice, he'd climbed out of his window and down the drainpipe and done just that. However, the empty guilt always brought him back.
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The grass was soft under his bare feet. The trees made deep shadows and he wanted to hide in them, stalk through them. Nothing would see him coming. They wouldn't know a thing. He set off, leapt the fence and descended into the trees. The smells of night were subtle and elegant. He cursed the useless lump of flesh humans ignorantly called a nose. Remus-as-wolf loped across the forest floor dancing between fallen branches and dodging trees.
Above him through the sky, sailed the moon. Almost perfectly full, but not quite. Just like this hunt. Remus-as-wolf was always chasing something. In the distance he caught a glimpse a shadowy figure, ears erect, tail proudly swaying. Before Remus-as-wolf could move, it dashed off deeper into the forest. He tracked it as fast as his feeble legs could move.
He had to find it, it was what he'd been looking for, this shadow wolf. Why wouldn't it wait for him? Didn't it need him as he needed it? Was he not good enough for it? Too weak, too insufficient, too human to be pack? His quarry was out stretching him. Remus-as-wolf's pace quickened. He could not smell the wolf or hear it. He was deaf and blind to all the beauty of the forest. All that mattered was the hunt.
Remus-as-wolf shot out into the clearing. The shadow wolf was standing in a posture of curiosity at the other side of it. Remus-as-wolf ran to meet it. Then he looked upwards at a tree he was dodging. And he was abruptly human again.
The stark reality was more painful than he could bear. His shadow wolf was gone, just a memory. He was nothing again. A half-being. Not human, not wolf.
A small boy was curled up under a tree. His feet were bare and his clothes torn. There were twigs in his hair and scratches were branches had cut him.
A small boy, crying under the wreckage of a broken tree house. All his dreams shattered.
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Ok, so it's not the longest of chapters. My plans sort of got lost in the story telling. This is just the way it turned out. More pranks and transformations soon. I promise.
*And now for a poem*
If you hate it, love it please review. I will update soon if you do.
Thank you and have a nice day. #:-)
Right. You know the score. It's not mine if you've seen it before.
I'm making up for not posting the last chapter for ages, so here's the next one in quick succession. I won't give specific thanks to my reviewers because I wrote this at the same time as the last chapter when FF.net was down. Please don't be offended. I love you all!!!!!
Well then that's that over with so, We'd better get on with the show!
**************
"I didn't know any one could eat that much." Remus said with admiration.
James smiled and laughed "Another of my hidden talents."
"Ahh yes." Sirius looked thoughtful, "Talents. We must consider the prank." He said "the prank" with utmost solemnity. "It will be our first prank at Hogwarts, so we've got to get it right." Remus and James began to snigger. "It will be remembered over the centuries." Sirius began to get a vague, far away look. The other three were in fits of laughter by now. Sirius began to sense something was wrong. Still looking distant asked, "Are you laughing at me?" he looked incredulous, "This is no laughing matter." The other three couldn't stop. "We.." the laughing continued, "We will have." Sirius gave in and launched himself at James and they toppled off the bed. Peter and Remus look at each other and cackled louder.
Remus was enjoying himself so much that he almost missed what his internal clock was telling him. He tried to get in between the others and said, "Hey guys we're going to be late for potions." James' head popped up from the ruckus.
"Yeah you're right." He checked his watch, "Get off me you big oaf." James pushed Sirius away and stood up, trying to straighten his robes.
**************
They arrived at potions only three minutes late. Unfortunately, Professor Brewer wasn't the kind of person to take three minutes lightly.
"Why are you late?" he roared as they came in. "And why is your tie up round your ear?" he asked turning to Sirius. Before he had a chance to explain, the Professor launched off again. "What are your names? Sit down!"
As they took their seats and murmured their names, Professor Brewer viciously ticked off their names on the register and snapped, "Twenty points from Gryffindor."
Remus hung his head. He hated being told off. It left him with a guilty emptiness inside and made him want to curl up and let the stronger side of him take over. But he never would and so he just examined the pockmarked and stained desk. Maybe he should have chosen a safer seat?
That was one of his problems, he could almost let go to the wolf, except at the full moon, but never quite.
When he was smaller, he'd dreamt of running in the woods at night. Once or twice, he'd climbed out of his window and down the drainpipe and done just that. However, the empty guilt always brought him back.
*************
The grass was soft under his bare feet. The trees made deep shadows and he wanted to hide in them, stalk through them. Nothing would see him coming. They wouldn't know a thing. He set off, leapt the fence and descended into the trees. The smells of night were subtle and elegant. He cursed the useless lump of flesh humans ignorantly called a nose. Remus-as-wolf loped across the forest floor dancing between fallen branches and dodging trees.
Above him through the sky, sailed the moon. Almost perfectly full, but not quite. Just like this hunt. Remus-as-wolf was always chasing something. In the distance he caught a glimpse a shadowy figure, ears erect, tail proudly swaying. Before Remus-as-wolf could move, it dashed off deeper into the forest. He tracked it as fast as his feeble legs could move.
He had to find it, it was what he'd been looking for, this shadow wolf. Why wouldn't it wait for him? Didn't it need him as he needed it? Was he not good enough for it? Too weak, too insufficient, too human to be pack? His quarry was out stretching him. Remus-as-wolf's pace quickened. He could not smell the wolf or hear it. He was deaf and blind to all the beauty of the forest. All that mattered was the hunt.
Remus-as-wolf shot out into the clearing. The shadow wolf was standing in a posture of curiosity at the other side of it. Remus-as-wolf ran to meet it. Then he looked upwards at a tree he was dodging. And he was abruptly human again.
The stark reality was more painful than he could bear. His shadow wolf was gone, just a memory. He was nothing again. A half-being. Not human, not wolf.
A small boy was curled up under a tree. His feet were bare and his clothes torn. There were twigs in his hair and scratches were branches had cut him.
A small boy, crying under the wreckage of a broken tree house. All his dreams shattered.
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Ok, so it's not the longest of chapters. My plans sort of got lost in the story telling. This is just the way it turned out. More pranks and transformations soon. I promise.
*And now for a poem*
If you hate it, love it please review. I will update soon if you do.
Thank you and have a nice day. #:-)