A/N: This is two chapters in one. They're both really short, but I felt
the need to separate them. This first chapter is the part I lost.imagine
if I hadn't added it.All the confusion.
Rising Shadows Chapter Thirteen A - Remus?...
"Where's Remus?" asked Frank. Peter pointed to a corner of to a corner of the common room where Remus was practicing potions.
"Oh, okay. I was afraid he'd gotten sick again."
"He'd better not!" said Peter. "He even missed Christmas because he was sick!"
"Remus was sick on Christmas?" asked James.
"Yeah." Said Peter frowning, and trying to remember. "He left a note saying something like he'd gone down to the hospital wing. So I went down to give him his presents, but he wasn't there."
"Where was he?" asked Sirius.
"I don't know, but Madam Pomfrey wasn't there either. And when I got back up to the tower, I think I saw her walking out toward the forest. You know, that tree that attacks everyone."
"That's odd." Said Frank.
"He does get sick a lot, doesn't he?" said Sirius, looking over at the boy.
"Maybe he's got a disease? That would explain why he's so nervous all the time." Put in Peter.
"Maybe." said James. He was looking at Remus.
"Maybe we should try and look up what's wrong with him?" suggested Frank. James shook his head.
"We can't go poking through his life."
"Yeah, but we might be able to help him, and what if it's contagious?" said Peter, squirming a little.
"He wouldn't be allowed to get everyone else sick too." Said Sirius.
"Okay, but I still wanna know what's wrong with him." Said Peter.
"Maybe we should just ask him." Said Frank.
"Oh, that'd be a lovely conversation." Started Sirius.
"Sirius." interrupted James, but Sirius continued. "Hey Remus! How are you? Listen, we were just wondering if you've got some terrible disease that makes you sick all the time, so would you mind telling us?"
"Sirius." repeated James, sounding a bit sick.
"Err." said a voice behind Sirius and he paled. The boy spun around to face Remus standing behind him.
"Uh.ur.R - Remus! Hi!" said Sirius nervously. He sunk back, and raised his hands in a defensive position. He didn't even realize he'd done it. James noted the terrified look in his eyes, as though her were afraid Remus would sprout fangs and eat him alive. (How ridiculous! Of course Remus wouldn't do th-.oh wait.never mind.)
Everyone was watching Remus nervously. He simply smiled, turned away, and walked up to the dormitory.
The boys stared after their friend for a moment, then turned to face one another. Sirius was shaking, but no one else had seen the way Remus's eyes had lit up - or at least had seemed so to Sirius. Nevertheless, Sirius had seen in his friend's eyes the anger that his father's held, and it scared him.
Sirius, James, Frank, Peter, and Remus sat out on the grounds that night. Though no one had spoken of what had happened, Sirius was still acting wary of Remus. He looked up at the sky and sighed. It was cloudy and one couldn't see many stars. Sirius pointed out the visible constellations to his friends, but hen knew they wouldn't remember them.
"Boys?" It was Professor McGonagall, "Time for bed, boys."
"Okay Professor." said James. She walked away and the boys gathered their things. They began their hike across the grounds, but Remus held Sirius back.
"We'll be right there." He said to the others when they threw him questioning looks. They nodded and continued walking. Sirius wished they would stay, but didn't say anything. It was stupid, really. Remus and his father were nothing alike. The boys stood side-by-side, but Remus didn't speak. Sirius asked after a moment "Umm.what did you want to stay for, Remus?"
Remus looked up, smiling. But it wasn't his normal, tired smile. His pale blue eyes were narrowed, and as the nearly full moonlight shone on them, Sirius saw them change. The blue began to mix with gray and that wasn't the only thing that was changing. He was growing taller, and his sandy-brown hair grew longer, and darkened to black. He seized Sirius's wrists, and the boy gasped as he saw who had erupted from his friend.
Rigel clasped a hand over his son's mouth, and cast a binding spell on him. Sirius struggled against the ropes but they held him tight. Rigel dug in the boy's pocket and took his wand. He picked him up and carried him toward the forest.
Rising Shadows Chatper Thirteen B - Remus
Remus looked up, smiling. But it wasn't his normal, tired smile. His pale blue eyes were narrowed, and as the nearly full moonlight shone on them, Sirius saw them change. The blue began to mix with gray and that wasn't the only thing that was changing. He was growing taller, and his sandy-brown hair grew longer, and darkened to black. He seized Sirius's wrists, and the boy gasped as he saw who had erupted from his friend.
Rigel clasped a hand over his son's mouth, and cast a binding spell on him. Sirius struggled against the ropes but they held him tight. Rigel dug in the boy's pocket and took his wand. He picked him up and carried him toward the forest.
Remus sighed into the wad of cloth in his mouth. Everything was dark now; there had been a little bit of light in his box earlier, but it must be night now. He could hear voiced around him. There were many, but there was one high -pitched voice that seemed to be in command. Sometimes the box shook, most likely due to someone kicking it.
Remus had worn himself out quickly. He had awoken early that morning and had gone to the library to study. But as he was walking past the Great Hall, a man seized him and stunned him. The next thing he remembered was laying in the box, bound and gagged, with only a little bit of light sifting through a barred 'window'. Like any caged creature, Remus had thrashed and tried to loosen his ropes, but it had been no use. His body ached now. Apart from the struggling, the box was much too small, and he was tied in an awkward position. His back bent strangely, and his arms were twisted at a painful angle and tied together at the elbows.
Around him the voices were growing silent. The smell of food entranced the young boy, but no on had fed him yet, and he doubted they'd bother now. Their dinner was interrupted, however, as a new voice joined the conversation. A sound of struggling followed when the voices died down. Remus listened to what was happening outside his uncomfortable world. There was silence for a moment, then the height pitched voice spoke.
"You're causing quite a bit of trouble child." He whispered, then louder. "Deal with him and the other, then back to duty!"
Remus's cage was lifted up. There was a muffled yelling before Remus was dropped. The box shattered when it hit the ground, and the ropes binding Remus disappeared. The boy moaned and rolled over, but his right hand found something that made him freeze. Sirius was lying beside him, eyes shut in pain. His long black hair was tangled with leaves, and blood stained his torn robes. Remus crawled toward him, gazing at his new prison.
Compared to the box, it was quite comfortable. They were in a deep hole in the ground. The sides were slick with mud, making climbing out impossible. Not that it mattered much as there was a glowing white barrier dome covering the top. The light from the dome gave off an eerie, but welcome light. It illuminated Remus, Sirius, and the shattered remains of the box.
Remus shoved the shattered wood and the metal bars to the side, then lifted Sirius's head into his lap. He was cold and hungry, muddy and uncomfortable, his body ached from confinement, but he had other things to worry about.
Because tomorrow was the full moon.
James gazed down the hallway leading up to the Gryffindor tower as he, Peter, and Frank waited for their friends to catch up.
The hall lights dimmed, indicating that all students were to be in the dormitories.
"Maybe Filch caught them?" Peter said, after five more minutes had gone by.
"Maybe." said James, sounding unconvinced.
Remus and Sirius huddled against each other trying to stay warm. They had considered lighting a fire, but neither had his wand, and they couldn't be sure the smoke would pass through the dome-shield.
The camp was quiet, but four guards stood sneering down at them as though it were their fault they had to stand watch all night, rather than sleeping in a warm bed.
(11 months later, I came up with this solution: )
Remus was wearing only his thin pajamas, while Sirius at least had his cloak. The were just rearranging themselves into the warmest and most comfortable position possible, when the guards came to attention.
There was muttering that Sirius couldn't hear, but even as he was straining his ears, Remus's eyes widened. His grip around Sirius tightened as the dome above them shuddered and disappeared.
Rigel Black loomed over the edge. Sirius froze. Fear locked his limbs and overcame his thoughts.
Sirius began to shake. He wanted to run, though he knew it were irrational. He pulled away from Remus, but the other boy's unnaturally strong grip didn't loosen. Sirius started to whimper. He didn't want to be hurt anymore. He couldn't take it.
Rigel waved his wand, and the two boys levitated out of the hole. Sirius began to cry - he didn't care who saw him. He suddenly wanted to be anyone but him as he and Remus landed, surrounded by Rigel and the four guards. Remus rubbed his back as Sirius huddled against him, crying and wishing he could be anywhere but there.
The guards gripped the boys' shoulders and tore them apart. The dragged Sirius to a tree and tied his arms around it. A piece of cloth was pushed into his mouth.
The rough hand belonging to Rigel wrapped itself in Sirius's hair and pulled his head up, forcing him to look straight ahead.
Remus was on his knees, panting in front of the guards. He looked pale and frightened as he stared back into Sirius's eyes. A guard took Rigel's place holding up Sirius's head as his father stepped toward Remus. Remus stiffened when Rigel gripped his hair and lifted him. The boy fought to climb to his feet but the guards kicked his legs and he fell, increasing the strain on his hair. He yelped in pain.
Rigel took out his wand and Sirius thrashed, wanting to hide before his father could curse him. He closed his eyes, and wished the other man away.
"Crucio!"
Sirius tensed but no pain spread through him as it had before. Instead, an awful howl rang through the camp. It was like nothing Sirius had ever heard before. His eyes shot open to see Remus twitching on the ground.
There was nothing Sirius could to do stop it. He could only watch, cry, and plead while the guards and Rigel cursed and beat his friend.
Rising Shadows Chapter Thirteen A - Remus?...
"Where's Remus?" asked Frank. Peter pointed to a corner of to a corner of the common room where Remus was practicing potions.
"Oh, okay. I was afraid he'd gotten sick again."
"He'd better not!" said Peter. "He even missed Christmas because he was sick!"
"Remus was sick on Christmas?" asked James.
"Yeah." Said Peter frowning, and trying to remember. "He left a note saying something like he'd gone down to the hospital wing. So I went down to give him his presents, but he wasn't there."
"Where was he?" asked Sirius.
"I don't know, but Madam Pomfrey wasn't there either. And when I got back up to the tower, I think I saw her walking out toward the forest. You know, that tree that attacks everyone."
"That's odd." Said Frank.
"He does get sick a lot, doesn't he?" said Sirius, looking over at the boy.
"Maybe he's got a disease? That would explain why he's so nervous all the time." Put in Peter.
"Maybe." said James. He was looking at Remus.
"Maybe we should try and look up what's wrong with him?" suggested Frank. James shook his head.
"We can't go poking through his life."
"Yeah, but we might be able to help him, and what if it's contagious?" said Peter, squirming a little.
"He wouldn't be allowed to get everyone else sick too." Said Sirius.
"Okay, but I still wanna know what's wrong with him." Said Peter.
"Maybe we should just ask him." Said Frank.
"Oh, that'd be a lovely conversation." Started Sirius.
"Sirius." interrupted James, but Sirius continued. "Hey Remus! How are you? Listen, we were just wondering if you've got some terrible disease that makes you sick all the time, so would you mind telling us?"
"Sirius." repeated James, sounding a bit sick.
"Err." said a voice behind Sirius and he paled. The boy spun around to face Remus standing behind him.
"Uh.ur.R - Remus! Hi!" said Sirius nervously. He sunk back, and raised his hands in a defensive position. He didn't even realize he'd done it. James noted the terrified look in his eyes, as though her were afraid Remus would sprout fangs and eat him alive. (How ridiculous! Of course Remus wouldn't do th-.oh wait.never mind.)
Everyone was watching Remus nervously. He simply smiled, turned away, and walked up to the dormitory.
The boys stared after their friend for a moment, then turned to face one another. Sirius was shaking, but no one else had seen the way Remus's eyes had lit up - or at least had seemed so to Sirius. Nevertheless, Sirius had seen in his friend's eyes the anger that his father's held, and it scared him.
Sirius, James, Frank, Peter, and Remus sat out on the grounds that night. Though no one had spoken of what had happened, Sirius was still acting wary of Remus. He looked up at the sky and sighed. It was cloudy and one couldn't see many stars. Sirius pointed out the visible constellations to his friends, but hen knew they wouldn't remember them.
"Boys?" It was Professor McGonagall, "Time for bed, boys."
"Okay Professor." said James. She walked away and the boys gathered their things. They began their hike across the grounds, but Remus held Sirius back.
"We'll be right there." He said to the others when they threw him questioning looks. They nodded and continued walking. Sirius wished they would stay, but didn't say anything. It was stupid, really. Remus and his father were nothing alike. The boys stood side-by-side, but Remus didn't speak. Sirius asked after a moment "Umm.what did you want to stay for, Remus?"
Remus looked up, smiling. But it wasn't his normal, tired smile. His pale blue eyes were narrowed, and as the nearly full moonlight shone on them, Sirius saw them change. The blue began to mix with gray and that wasn't the only thing that was changing. He was growing taller, and his sandy-brown hair grew longer, and darkened to black. He seized Sirius's wrists, and the boy gasped as he saw who had erupted from his friend.
Rigel clasped a hand over his son's mouth, and cast a binding spell on him. Sirius struggled against the ropes but they held him tight. Rigel dug in the boy's pocket and took his wand. He picked him up and carried him toward the forest.
Rising Shadows Chatper Thirteen B - Remus
Remus looked up, smiling. But it wasn't his normal, tired smile. His pale blue eyes were narrowed, and as the nearly full moonlight shone on them, Sirius saw them change. The blue began to mix with gray and that wasn't the only thing that was changing. He was growing taller, and his sandy-brown hair grew longer, and darkened to black. He seized Sirius's wrists, and the boy gasped as he saw who had erupted from his friend.
Rigel clasped a hand over his son's mouth, and cast a binding spell on him. Sirius struggled against the ropes but they held him tight. Rigel dug in the boy's pocket and took his wand. He picked him up and carried him toward the forest.
Remus sighed into the wad of cloth in his mouth. Everything was dark now; there had been a little bit of light in his box earlier, but it must be night now. He could hear voiced around him. There were many, but there was one high -pitched voice that seemed to be in command. Sometimes the box shook, most likely due to someone kicking it.
Remus had worn himself out quickly. He had awoken early that morning and had gone to the library to study. But as he was walking past the Great Hall, a man seized him and stunned him. The next thing he remembered was laying in the box, bound and gagged, with only a little bit of light sifting through a barred 'window'. Like any caged creature, Remus had thrashed and tried to loosen his ropes, but it had been no use. His body ached now. Apart from the struggling, the box was much too small, and he was tied in an awkward position. His back bent strangely, and his arms were twisted at a painful angle and tied together at the elbows.
Around him the voices were growing silent. The smell of food entranced the young boy, but no on had fed him yet, and he doubted they'd bother now. Their dinner was interrupted, however, as a new voice joined the conversation. A sound of struggling followed when the voices died down. Remus listened to what was happening outside his uncomfortable world. There was silence for a moment, then the height pitched voice spoke.
"You're causing quite a bit of trouble child." He whispered, then louder. "Deal with him and the other, then back to duty!"
Remus's cage was lifted up. There was a muffled yelling before Remus was dropped. The box shattered when it hit the ground, and the ropes binding Remus disappeared. The boy moaned and rolled over, but his right hand found something that made him freeze. Sirius was lying beside him, eyes shut in pain. His long black hair was tangled with leaves, and blood stained his torn robes. Remus crawled toward him, gazing at his new prison.
Compared to the box, it was quite comfortable. They were in a deep hole in the ground. The sides were slick with mud, making climbing out impossible. Not that it mattered much as there was a glowing white barrier dome covering the top. The light from the dome gave off an eerie, but welcome light. It illuminated Remus, Sirius, and the shattered remains of the box.
Remus shoved the shattered wood and the metal bars to the side, then lifted Sirius's head into his lap. He was cold and hungry, muddy and uncomfortable, his body ached from confinement, but he had other things to worry about.
Because tomorrow was the full moon.
James gazed down the hallway leading up to the Gryffindor tower as he, Peter, and Frank waited for their friends to catch up.
The hall lights dimmed, indicating that all students were to be in the dormitories.
"Maybe Filch caught them?" Peter said, after five more minutes had gone by.
"Maybe." said James, sounding unconvinced.
Remus and Sirius huddled against each other trying to stay warm. They had considered lighting a fire, but neither had his wand, and they couldn't be sure the smoke would pass through the dome-shield.
The camp was quiet, but four guards stood sneering down at them as though it were their fault they had to stand watch all night, rather than sleeping in a warm bed.
(11 months later, I came up with this solution: )
Remus was wearing only his thin pajamas, while Sirius at least had his cloak. The were just rearranging themselves into the warmest and most comfortable position possible, when the guards came to attention.
There was muttering that Sirius couldn't hear, but even as he was straining his ears, Remus's eyes widened. His grip around Sirius tightened as the dome above them shuddered and disappeared.
Rigel Black loomed over the edge. Sirius froze. Fear locked his limbs and overcame his thoughts.
Sirius began to shake. He wanted to run, though he knew it were irrational. He pulled away from Remus, but the other boy's unnaturally strong grip didn't loosen. Sirius started to whimper. He didn't want to be hurt anymore. He couldn't take it.
Rigel waved his wand, and the two boys levitated out of the hole. Sirius began to cry - he didn't care who saw him. He suddenly wanted to be anyone but him as he and Remus landed, surrounded by Rigel and the four guards. Remus rubbed his back as Sirius huddled against him, crying and wishing he could be anywhere but there.
The guards gripped the boys' shoulders and tore them apart. The dragged Sirius to a tree and tied his arms around it. A piece of cloth was pushed into his mouth.
The rough hand belonging to Rigel wrapped itself in Sirius's hair and pulled his head up, forcing him to look straight ahead.
Remus was on his knees, panting in front of the guards. He looked pale and frightened as he stared back into Sirius's eyes. A guard took Rigel's place holding up Sirius's head as his father stepped toward Remus. Remus stiffened when Rigel gripped his hair and lifted him. The boy fought to climb to his feet but the guards kicked his legs and he fell, increasing the strain on his hair. He yelped in pain.
Rigel took out his wand and Sirius thrashed, wanting to hide before his father could curse him. He closed his eyes, and wished the other man away.
"Crucio!"
Sirius tensed but no pain spread through him as it had before. Instead, an awful howl rang through the camp. It was like nothing Sirius had ever heard before. His eyes shot open to see Remus twitching on the ground.
There was nothing Sirius could to do stop it. He could only watch, cry, and plead while the guards and Rigel cursed and beat his friend.