~*Chapter One *~
September 1, 1971
The sound of the quill against the book-bound parchment made for little comfort. Silent though he was, the sounds of moving bodies just outside his compartment were distracting...He'd not been around so many people in a long time...Not since the days of the Black Death and the Witch Hunts. But then again, those had been dark days...of course, all days were dark for him now; they'd been dark and gloomy for 2,000 years. Staring pointedly at the yellow paper before him; silvery eyes haunted and detatched, he sighed. How many of these journals and diaries must he go through before that reverent day comes? How long must he await the renaissance of that handsome young druid, slain heartlessly on his banks?
Perhaps he was never to come; perhaps, like the Celtics themselves, the legends and prophecies of their religion had died as well. No more were the days of wandering, revered spirits; of Arawn and his ivory death-hounds. No more did the druids speak to leather, kilt-clad men wielding swords and spears...No. Now was the time of guns and wands...Wizards and witches and Muggles had replaced all that he had once knew through the years...Perhaps it was this longing that was sending him back to his home. His home on the Scottish moor where the moon shone so brightly upon the black lake...His home where now stood a vast, magnificent castle that four witches and wizards had built long ago...Yes, he remembered Godric Gryffindor, Salazar Slytherin, Helga Hufflepuff, and Rowena Ravenclaw well.
Eyes young and yet aged with the weight of years of knowledge, he closed the journal and set it aside. So here it was; his first year to actually attend the school that he had witnessed the birth of. Hogwarts; a magnificent structure of whimsy and sorcery. Even then, the sight had taken his breath away...but to actually study there...This thought was some comfort; some semblance of what had once been. But he knew that he could never comfortably walk those banks again...No indeed; he was lucky to be going there at all...
Damn that curse...How he hated Irony's twisted hands! Only she, with her wicked, gnarled grasp, could twist his fate so. His own vengeance, lycanthropy, turned on him...He'd giveneverything to be mortal..and had gained a mortal's moon-bidden curse as well...Revenge was a double-edged sword, as it always had been.
Gazing out the window as the train pulled out of the station, he sighed, looking at his own reflection. Silvery blue eyes looked back at him, and he leaned his head against the cool glass, closing them. But when he did, he again saw those glazed grey eyes, dulled in death's eternal slumber. Never to gleam with robust vivacity, nor to light up in the silver moon's light at night...Forever riding Death's endless chariot. The prophecy was dead and gone; never to be.
"Hey! Hey you!"
He jumped at the sudden addressment and looked back at the window at the reflection. Curious grey eyes gazed at him through shaggy ebony strands, and a crooked, youthful smile played on the boy's lips. His breath caught in his throat.
"...Me?"
"Yeah! Sorry to bother you, but do you mind if my friend James and I sit here? All the other
compartments are taken. I'm Sirius, by the way."
Sirius...Sirius...such an uncommon name...he hadn't heard it in his ears in so many years...so many centuries...Turning his head around to get a better view, he saw that the glass' reflection did not lie. But oh, he did not see the boy that stood before him; oh no...He saw only the handsome young man he would grow up to be; vigorous and lievly and beautiful beyond compare to any other mortal...
"Oh...sure, you can sit here. No one else has asked...and I've been a trifle lonely anyways," he said, trying not to smile breathlessly. Keeping an amazingly calm visage, he watched as the pair filed in and plopped down. He saw that James was a likeable looking boy with messy black hair and round glasses in front of charming blue eyes. Both Sirius and James smiled at him, and he sat back.
"Thanks! Now, what was your name again?" asked Sirius, making himself at home.
"Oh; my name, right." He chuckled a bit.
"Remus. Remus Lupin."
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September 1, 1971
The sound of the quill against the book-bound parchment made for little comfort. Silent though he was, the sounds of moving bodies just outside his compartment were distracting...He'd not been around so many people in a long time...Not since the days of the Black Death and the Witch Hunts. But then again, those had been dark days...of course, all days were dark for him now; they'd been dark and gloomy for 2,000 years. Staring pointedly at the yellow paper before him; silvery eyes haunted and detatched, he sighed. How many of these journals and diaries must he go through before that reverent day comes? How long must he await the renaissance of that handsome young druid, slain heartlessly on his banks?
Perhaps he was never to come; perhaps, like the Celtics themselves, the legends and prophecies of their religion had died as well. No more were the days of wandering, revered spirits; of Arawn and his ivory death-hounds. No more did the druids speak to leather, kilt-clad men wielding swords and spears...No. Now was the time of guns and wands...Wizards and witches and Muggles had replaced all that he had once knew through the years...Perhaps it was this longing that was sending him back to his home. His home on the Scottish moor where the moon shone so brightly upon the black lake...His home where now stood a vast, magnificent castle that four witches and wizards had built long ago...Yes, he remembered Godric Gryffindor, Salazar Slytherin, Helga Hufflepuff, and Rowena Ravenclaw well.
Eyes young and yet aged with the weight of years of knowledge, he closed the journal and set it aside. So here it was; his first year to actually attend the school that he had witnessed the birth of. Hogwarts; a magnificent structure of whimsy and sorcery. Even then, the sight had taken his breath away...but to actually study there...This thought was some comfort; some semblance of what had once been. But he knew that he could never comfortably walk those banks again...No indeed; he was lucky to be going there at all...
Damn that curse...How he hated Irony's twisted hands! Only she, with her wicked, gnarled grasp, could twist his fate so. His own vengeance, lycanthropy, turned on him...He'd giveneverything to be mortal..and had gained a mortal's moon-bidden curse as well...Revenge was a double-edged sword, as it always had been.
Gazing out the window as the train pulled out of the station, he sighed, looking at his own reflection. Silvery blue eyes looked back at him, and he leaned his head against the cool glass, closing them. But when he did, he again saw those glazed grey eyes, dulled in death's eternal slumber. Never to gleam with robust vivacity, nor to light up in the silver moon's light at night...Forever riding Death's endless chariot. The prophecy was dead and gone; never to be.
"Hey! Hey you!"
He jumped at the sudden addressment and looked back at the window at the reflection. Curious grey eyes gazed at him through shaggy ebony strands, and a crooked, youthful smile played on the boy's lips. His breath caught in his throat.
"...Me?"
"Yeah! Sorry to bother you, but do you mind if my friend James and I sit here? All the other
compartments are taken. I'm Sirius, by the way."
Sirius...Sirius...such an uncommon name...he hadn't heard it in his ears in so many years...so many centuries...Turning his head around to get a better view, he saw that the glass' reflection did not lie. But oh, he did not see the boy that stood before him; oh no...He saw only the handsome young man he would grow up to be; vigorous and lievly and beautiful beyond compare to any other mortal...
"Oh...sure, you can sit here. No one else has asked...and I've been a trifle lonely anyways," he said, trying not to smile breathlessly. Keeping an amazingly calm visage, he watched as the pair filed in and plopped down. He saw that James was a likeable looking boy with messy black hair and round glasses in front of charming blue eyes. Both Sirius and James smiled at him, and he sat back.
"Thanks! Now, what was your name again?" asked Sirius, making himself at home.
"Oh; my name, right." He chuckled a bit.
"Remus. Remus Lupin."
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