A/N: Wow. It has been a wicked long time since I updated. SORRY!!!
::whistles:: High School is a heck of a lot harder than I thought it would
be, but hey! No excuse. Here is chapter four!!!
Oh yeah, listen you mob of Remus Lupin fans. DON'T KILL ME! Read the story first. ::runs away from angry mob carrying torches and pitchforks::
Gathering the Darkness
Chapter 4
Harry stared blankly at the wall, his photo album resting lightly on his lap. Remus. Was. Dead. He couldn't believe it. His favorite teacher, practically an uncle to him, was dead. He had seen the man die. There would be no consoling him.
Sirius' eyes widened and he stuttered, "H-h-how..how did you know.?"
"Another premonition?" Dumbledore gazed questioningly at the shocked boy. All Harry could do was nod as Dumbledore continued.
"Well, perhaps you should know this, then. Remus Lupin is NOT dead. You cannot kill a werewolf that easily. But he is in a coma, and that is why Sirius and Minerva are so upset."
"But.he.I saw Voldemort."
"Use the killing curse? Werewolves do not die like most humans as a result of the Avada Kedavra. That's what put him in a coma. And we can't be sure if he'll ever come out of it."
Harry stopped staring at the wall and shifted his gaze to the wizened old professor, who stared solemnly back. In the background, Sirius was desperately fighting off tears while McGonagall patted him comfortingly on the back. Harry felt really bad for him. He couldn't even begin to imagine what it would be like if Ron or Hermione were in Remus' place.
"Well, I best be off. Sirius? Why don't you come with me? I am heading to St. Mungo's (A/N: Is that the name of the hospital? Correct me if I'm wrong.) to check up on Remus. If you are with me in your dog form no one will ever know you are there," Dumbledore suggested calmly. Sirius agreed to go and after a few quick farewells, they were gone leaving McGonagall and Harry alone.
Harry turned his back on his Professor and put his photo album back in his trunk. Then, smiling slightly he said, "I'm ready to go when you are."
~*~*~ It didn't take long to get to McGonagall's house in the northern countryside, just a ten minute Knight bus trip, though Harry figured it would be much longer in a car. The scenery was stunning. Her house was small, a simple old-fashioned cottage on the outskirts of the woods. She charmed his trunk to make it feather light and led him inside.
He expected the house to be spotless, considering how neat and orderly its owner was. However, he was pleasantly surprised to find it was organized chaos. The living room was white with a blue carpet and mismatched chairs and tables, giving the room a cozy feel. The mantle over the fireplace was cluttered with countless pictures waving happily out at the room. It did not fit McGonagall's personality in the least.
She smiled, "This is my home. I hope you like it."
"I do," he replied.
'Perhaps,' he thought, 'This may turn out to be a cool summer after all.'
Oh yeah, listen you mob of Remus Lupin fans. DON'T KILL ME! Read the story first. ::runs away from angry mob carrying torches and pitchforks::
Gathering the Darkness
Chapter 4
Harry stared blankly at the wall, his photo album resting lightly on his lap. Remus. Was. Dead. He couldn't believe it. His favorite teacher, practically an uncle to him, was dead. He had seen the man die. There would be no consoling him.
Sirius' eyes widened and he stuttered, "H-h-how..how did you know.?"
"Another premonition?" Dumbledore gazed questioningly at the shocked boy. All Harry could do was nod as Dumbledore continued.
"Well, perhaps you should know this, then. Remus Lupin is NOT dead. You cannot kill a werewolf that easily. But he is in a coma, and that is why Sirius and Minerva are so upset."
"But.he.I saw Voldemort."
"Use the killing curse? Werewolves do not die like most humans as a result of the Avada Kedavra. That's what put him in a coma. And we can't be sure if he'll ever come out of it."
Harry stopped staring at the wall and shifted his gaze to the wizened old professor, who stared solemnly back. In the background, Sirius was desperately fighting off tears while McGonagall patted him comfortingly on the back. Harry felt really bad for him. He couldn't even begin to imagine what it would be like if Ron or Hermione were in Remus' place.
"Well, I best be off. Sirius? Why don't you come with me? I am heading to St. Mungo's (A/N: Is that the name of the hospital? Correct me if I'm wrong.) to check up on Remus. If you are with me in your dog form no one will ever know you are there," Dumbledore suggested calmly. Sirius agreed to go and after a few quick farewells, they were gone leaving McGonagall and Harry alone.
Harry turned his back on his Professor and put his photo album back in his trunk. Then, smiling slightly he said, "I'm ready to go when you are."
~*~*~ It didn't take long to get to McGonagall's house in the northern countryside, just a ten minute Knight bus trip, though Harry figured it would be much longer in a car. The scenery was stunning. Her house was small, a simple old-fashioned cottage on the outskirts of the woods. She charmed his trunk to make it feather light and led him inside.
He expected the house to be spotless, considering how neat and orderly its owner was. However, he was pleasantly surprised to find it was organized chaos. The living room was white with a blue carpet and mismatched chairs and tables, giving the room a cozy feel. The mantle over the fireplace was cluttered with countless pictures waving happily out at the room. It did not fit McGonagall's personality in the least.
She smiled, "This is my home. I hope you like it."
"I do," he replied.
'Perhaps,' he thought, 'This may turn out to be a cool summer after all.'