Chapter Two- just a casual pow pow
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It was a warm and sticky day in Hogsmeade. Soon Sirius's thick coat was working against him. Still, he trotted along, careful as not to appear out of the ordinary. He had always enjoyed Hogsmeade, but now he knew that he had to get to Remus as soon as possible. Just beyond The Shack. Thought Sirius, heading up High Street, towards the Shrieking Shack. Last he'd heard, Remus lived just beyond there, where others were too afraid to set foot.
As he glanced around, he saw fewer and fewer shops, all selling small, obscure objects. A few times, he saw his own picture staring back at him through the shop windows. He glanced at them with looks of pure loathing, as much as he could as a dog. He had changed so much since that picture. His hair was shorter, though tangled once again. His skin had tanned, but paled once more, and he had gained some weight and muscle only to loose it again. Well, perhaps he hadn't changed. For awhile, he had been much more like his old self. He had felt much more like his old self, but after Harry's letter, things started unraveling quickly. Now, he knew, they had completely changed for awhile, if not for good.
He lowered his head and brought back his ears in a whine. Everything was going back to how it had been years ago. Voldemort was back at full force. Well, he thought bitterly, at least I won't be the most feared man alive anymore. He quickened his pace once more, not caring about being noticed, there were hardly any houses here anyway. The road ended as the Shrieking Shack appeared. It had always been such a pleasant site for the Marauders to meet. It therefore fit that it was possibly their final meeting place. Sirius glowered. I should have killed him. If I'd done it, he wouldn't have been able to bring back Voldemort. I am to blame. Damn, why must I always choose the wrong way? Every time I can choose between two actions, I always choose the wrong one, and it seems to end in death of innocent people.
He was startled out of his thoughts upon reaching Remus's door. Please let him be awake. Please let him be alone. Though Sirius, wouldn't it be just his luck for someone to see him out and about the same night as Voldemort returned to his body. The house was more of a shack, he noted, in a similar state of the Shrieking Shack. It couldn't be more than one room and an entance. There were no windows, probably because of the transformations, and two doors. Sirius pawed the doorbell of the door he assumed to be the front.
No answer. He let out five sharp barks. That had always been their code, but Remus probably didn't remember, it was so long ago. Suddenly , though, the thin wooden door creaked open and a thin, pale figure stood in front of him.
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Disclaimer- I own nothing!!!
Hi all!!! I promised I'd update soon, so here I am.
It was a warm and sticky day in Hogsmeade. Soon Sirius's thick coat was working against him. Still, he trotted along, careful as not to appear out of the ordinary. He had always enjoyed Hogsmeade, but now he knew that he had to get to Remus as soon as possible. Just beyond The Shack. Thought Sirius, heading up High Street, towards the Shrieking Shack. Last he'd heard, Remus lived just beyond there, where others were too afraid to set foot.
As he glanced around, he saw fewer and fewer shops, all selling small, obscure objects. A few times, he saw his own picture staring back at him through the shop windows. He glanced at them with looks of pure loathing, as much as he could as a dog. He had changed so much since that picture. His hair was shorter, though tangled once again. His skin had tanned, but paled once more, and he had gained some weight and muscle only to loose it again. Well, perhaps he hadn't changed. For awhile, he had been much more like his old self. He had felt much more like his old self, but after Harry's letter, things started unraveling quickly. Now, he knew, they had completely changed for awhile, if not for good.
He lowered his head and brought back his ears in a whine. Everything was going back to how it had been years ago. Voldemort was back at full force. Well, he thought bitterly, at least I won't be the most feared man alive anymore. He quickened his pace once more, not caring about being noticed, there were hardly any houses here anyway. The road ended as the Shrieking Shack appeared. It had always been such a pleasant site for the Marauders to meet. It therefore fit that it was possibly their final meeting place. Sirius glowered. I should have killed him. If I'd done it, he wouldn't have been able to bring back Voldemort. I am to blame. Damn, why must I always choose the wrong way? Every time I can choose between two actions, I always choose the wrong one, and it seems to end in death of innocent people.
He was startled out of his thoughts upon reaching Remus's door. Please let him be awake. Please let him be alone. Though Sirius, wouldn't it be just his luck for someone to see him out and about the same night as Voldemort returned to his body. The house was more of a shack, he noted, in a similar state of the Shrieking Shack. It couldn't be more than one room and an entance. There were no windows, probably because of the transformations, and two doors. Sirius pawed the doorbell of the door he assumed to be the front.
No answer. He let out five sharp barks. That had always been their code, but Remus probably didn't remember, it was so long ago. Suddenly , though, the thin wooden door creaked open and a thin, pale figure stood in front of him.
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