Back Where I Belong
Me: I'm in a fluffy depressed mood… those two don't mix well with me, that's why I'm writing this fanfic and taking a break from my other two… again… Oo this sucks. Anyhow, here is the next chapter… even if not many people read or review it… I would like them to…
CHAPTER DEDICATION: songelf88 and G.H.S. the warg
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters or songs in this story. I only own Erin Moonshadow, who is my own
creation and is my Harry Potter Counterpart.
CHAPTER II
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Currently, Remus was standing outside Hermione's front door. Moody had told Hermione that Remus would be coming that day, and Remus hoped that Hermione had not forgotten. He reached out and rang the doorbell. To his dismay, Hermione's father answered the door.
"Who are you?" he asked.
"Um, my name is Remus Lupin. I was one of Hermione's teachers three years ago," Remus answered. Hermione's father raised an eyebrow. "I-I would be going to see Harry, maybe even Ron, but I could not get a message to them to inform them I was coming… Hermione said it was all right, didn't she tell you? I just want to talk to her…"
"It's all right dad," Hermione said as she came down the stairs. "Professor Lupin just wants to talk to me about something that's been bothering him."
"Talk in the living room then," Hermione's father said, as he moved into the kitchen. Remus walked inside, shutting the door softly, he followed Hermione into the living room to talk with her.
"What is wrong Remus?" Hermione asked. "Why didn't you go and see Harry or Ron?"
"I did try and go to see Harry, but Moody said it wouldn't be safe. As for Ron, I would much rather talk to you than him, trust me," Remus said softly. "Well, you won't mock my problem, will you? It probably sounds a little silly, or it'll make you give me warnings and such like you usually do with Harry, or with Ron…"
"No, Remus, just relax, I'll just comfort you, that's all. You were an excellent Professor and an even better friend."
"Thank you Hermione."
"So, why don't you tell me what's wrong?"
And so, after running a hand through his hair, Remus began the long story about his friends, including Erin (having her been his best friend, and having him being in love with her, but NEVER telling her, so she did not know) and how she left and he had not heard from her in at least seventeen years. When Hermione asked, he also gave Hermione Erin's last name, Moonshadow. Of course, this, Remus would soon find out, would only make the situation harder for him.
"I was talking to Harry the other night with Hedwig," Hermione said. "And he said there was a girl in his nightmare, her last name was Moonshadow. He said he didn't know her first name, but she was one of Voldemort's crew. She was different than the others; he said something made her stand out."
"No, Erin would never…"
"Are you sure about that Remus?" Hermione asked. "Erin was in Slytherin, like you said, just like her father was. You also mentioned her father got Voldemort to give her the dark mark on her arm when she was born. And you haven't seen her in seventeen years, what other explanation is there?"
"Did she kill anyone in Harry's nightmare?" Remus asked, scared of the answer.
"No. He said in this nightmare he was being tortured. Voldemort moved to kill him, but the Moonshadow girl, Erin, mouthed something to Harry… and Harry got away. This could be something that will happen, Remus. You know about Harry's dreams," Hermione said.
Remus nodded, as much as he didn't want to admit it. He put both hands in his hair and hung his head, eyes closed. Hermione moved and gently put an arm around Remus to comfort him. Remus just let her, not wanting to move, not wanting to do anything. Erin had been so precious to him, and now, as far as he knew, he was one of Voldemort's several henchmen.
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The world only sees me smiling,
My pillow knows,
The truth every night,
Cause that's where I hide my sorrow.
And they call me,
Happy-go-lucky,
They don't know my heart is dying inside,
This smile's a frown turned upside down,
I do my happy-go-lucky so well,
I'm even fooling myself.
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Erin was seated in a dark chilly room, hugging herself slightly as she stared longingly into the empty fireplace, wishing for some sort of warmth. Peter was kneeling a little ways away, shivering and muttering nervously.
She looked at Peter with disgust and distaste; the annoying little thing had followed her since her first year at Hogwarts when she was with the Marauders and Lily. Now Lily, James and Sirius were dead, all at the hands of Voldemort or his henchmen. And Erin was no better than the dead ones were. She was worse.
"Wormtail? Do you ever… y'know, want to go back? Leave our Lord?" Erin asked softly.
"N-no of course not," Peter said, as if it was some great offence; which of course it probably was. "W-why would I want to do that?"
"I don't know, maybe the way he treats you? Don't you want to have any real friends Wormtail?"
"R-real friends? My real friends are here, Patches, and you know it!" Peter snapped. Erin sighed, but did not recoil. She brushed some brown hair out of her face, the green streak she had in her hair since Hogwarts covering her right eye, which was blind.
She set her patched wizard's hat down on the arm of the chair, and stood up. Slowly, light footed, she moved towards Peter. Peter cowered slightly. Erin slowly kneeled down beside Peter, drawing her wand. Softly, she put the tip of the wand underneath Peter's chin, raising his head to face her. Casually she tossed some hair out of her face, revealing her silver blind eye for a brief moment.
"Peter… tell me… why did you lie to them? To Lily and James?" she asked, her wand tip softly running along his jaw.
Peter squeaked slightly, but the squeak was not of fear, and he did not move away from her. Her right hand was on the floor; her wand was in her left hand, since she was left-handed.
"Well?" Erin persisted.
"I-I just wanted our Lord to respect me… th-that's all…" he squeaked out. Erin smirked softly, an odd twinkle in her eyes. She moved slightly closer to Peter, wand just under Peter's chin… and then, suddenly, as Peter leaned forward to kiss her, and Erin smirked, and shot a curse at him, then laughed darkly as Peter was thrown backwards into the wall with a squeak like a dog's chew toy.
She stood up straight, and walked to him, hitting him in the head with her wand, causing it to snap in half, but she just shrugged and tossed it to the side as if it did not matter.
"You've wasted your wand, Miss Moonshadow," Erin turned abruptly at hearing the chilling voice of her master which constantly sent shivers down her spine.
"No, not a waste sir," she said strongly. "It was well worth it."
"Whatever you say my dear," Voldemort said, taking a seat in the chair Erin had formerly occupied. "I cannot give you a new wand however, and they will not let you get one at the Ministry unless you can prove you did not use your wand for evil… which, love, you have used for evil."
"I know sir," Erin said.
"You can call me by my name, love," Voldemort said.
"Yes Tom." She said with a confident nod.
"That's my good girl… now, any news?" Voldemort asked, leaning back in his chair.
"No sir," Erin said.
"Yes sir," Peter said. Erin looked at him. Why had Peter not told her? When she had asked, he had said that he had nothing to tell their master or her along the lines of news. Voldemort became suddenly more interested in Peter, but had raised a hand to Erin, and his arm slipped around her waist as he stood. Peter started to tell Voldemort of Remus going to Hermione, and not being able to go to Harry or Ron. (How he knows, even I don't, but he just does)
Voldemort looked oddly pleased at this news. At hearing of Remus, a sudden wave of guilt swept over Erin. The feeling plopped itself in the centre of her stomach and made her queasy.
"May I be excused?" Erin asked, softly. Voldemort nodded, and Erin instantly moved out of the room after grabbing her patched hat. She put her hat on, and walked outside into the fresh air, cloak swaying in the wind. It was late in the evening, dark out, the quarter moon glaring down at her as if threatening to become full.
Erin sighed heavily, and fell down into a sitting position in the thick green grass. She hugged her knees tightly to her chest, and shut her eyes tight, going into deep thought, still queasy.
She stayed there the rest of the night.
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Me: There… that chapter's done.