Authors Note: Thanx for all the great reviews. I love ya guys. Sorry this
chapter is so short. But I want to wait for the next chapter to write
anything else. Hehehe. I am also sorry it is crap, I just couldn't get it
right hence the reason it has taken so long. Soz.
Part Fifteen:
Blaise Zabini wrung his hands together. Sweat was trickling down his back. For all his posturing he had never done anything truly 'bad' before. But things were about to change. He had to make the bastard pay. Harry 'God Dammed' Potter needed to be dealt with. Because of him the poor Slytherin was left without parents. They had been carted of to Azkaban. Blaise didn't stop to think that it wasn't directly Harry's fault. Harry was the figurehead of the war against Voldemort and would be treated as such. He would suffer for the sins of all. Blaise didn't care that he would be put in Azkaban for this, his life was over anyway. Dumbledore wouldn't let him stay with nobody to pay his fees. There was no one willing to take this child of a death eater in. His life was over. Being a Death Eater orphan on the streets was a fate worse than death. He would be anybody's meet. He would be used and abused for anyone's pleasure. Yet Dumbledore would not let him stay. Not unless he would pledge his allegiance to him. Which was something that Blaise was unwilling to do. He was his only master. He would go down on bended knee for anyone. Least of all the fucking 'boy who lived'.
Jamie was late for Transfiguration. Again. He rounded the nearest corner in a dead run. And collided with Blaise.
"Watch where you stand." Jamie grunted, the breath having been knocked out of him. Blaise looked at him with a burning hatred. He pulled his wand out of his pocket.
"Potter." Blaise snarled. And Jamie took a step back. He had never been faced with such unbridled hatred before.
"Whoa, Zabini. You wake up on the wrong side of bed this morning.
"No, but that is not something you will never have to worry about. I'll make sure you never wake up again." James looked wildly at the boy in front of him. "Avad.
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The four marauders stood in a circle.
"So we are all ready." Si asked. He received three nods in return. "Ok then on the count of three. One. two. three."
Harry concentrated on the Stag. He focussed his entire being on believing that he was a stag. There was no way that Harry could put what he was feeling in words. In escaped definition. It was like he was non corporeal like his body had just dissolved but yet he could feel 'everything' with amazing intensity.
He blinked slowly in front of him stood a giant black dog and a small white rat. Reme stood to one-side tears of joy in his eyes. Harry lowered his head and saw that he no longer had feet he had hooves. He had made it. But something didn't feel right, didn't feel whole. He shook his head to try and dispel the feeling almost goring Reme in the process. Reme jumped back, laughing.
"Watch it Prongs." Harry tilted his head to one side questioningly. Reme smiled. "Just seems to be a good name for you." And turning to Si. "You will have to be Padfoot, with those big feet of yours and Pete the only thing we can call you is Wormtail." The three animagi nodded, Harry being careful not to injure anyone.
Part Fifteen:
Blaise Zabini wrung his hands together. Sweat was trickling down his back. For all his posturing he had never done anything truly 'bad' before. But things were about to change. He had to make the bastard pay. Harry 'God Dammed' Potter needed to be dealt with. Because of him the poor Slytherin was left without parents. They had been carted of to Azkaban. Blaise didn't stop to think that it wasn't directly Harry's fault. Harry was the figurehead of the war against Voldemort and would be treated as such. He would suffer for the sins of all. Blaise didn't care that he would be put in Azkaban for this, his life was over anyway. Dumbledore wouldn't let him stay with nobody to pay his fees. There was no one willing to take this child of a death eater in. His life was over. Being a Death Eater orphan on the streets was a fate worse than death. He would be anybody's meet. He would be used and abused for anyone's pleasure. Yet Dumbledore would not let him stay. Not unless he would pledge his allegiance to him. Which was something that Blaise was unwilling to do. He was his only master. He would go down on bended knee for anyone. Least of all the fucking 'boy who lived'.
Jamie was late for Transfiguration. Again. He rounded the nearest corner in a dead run. And collided with Blaise.
"Watch where you stand." Jamie grunted, the breath having been knocked out of him. Blaise looked at him with a burning hatred. He pulled his wand out of his pocket.
"Potter." Blaise snarled. And Jamie took a step back. He had never been faced with such unbridled hatred before.
"Whoa, Zabini. You wake up on the wrong side of bed this morning.
"No, but that is not something you will never have to worry about. I'll make sure you never wake up again." James looked wildly at the boy in front of him. "Avad.
*******************
The four marauders stood in a circle.
"So we are all ready." Si asked. He received three nods in return. "Ok then on the count of three. One. two. three."
Harry concentrated on the Stag. He focussed his entire being on believing that he was a stag. There was no way that Harry could put what he was feeling in words. In escaped definition. It was like he was non corporeal like his body had just dissolved but yet he could feel 'everything' with amazing intensity.
He blinked slowly in front of him stood a giant black dog and a small white rat. Reme stood to one-side tears of joy in his eyes. Harry lowered his head and saw that he no longer had feet he had hooves. He had made it. But something didn't feel right, didn't feel whole. He shook his head to try and dispel the feeling almost goring Reme in the process. Reme jumped back, laughing.
"Watch it Prongs." Harry tilted his head to one side questioningly. Reme smiled. "Just seems to be a good name for you." And turning to Si. "You will have to be Padfoot, with those big feet of yours and Pete the only thing we can call you is Wormtail." The three animagi nodded, Harry being careful not to injure anyone.