A/N: Sorry it's been so long since a new chapter, but I haven't been
inspired enough. Not to mention my computer's a piece of crap, and my
OTHER Chapter 4 file has a virus that my downstairs' computer can't handle,
so I've decided to rewrite it.
I also noticed that I have a few errors that have come to my attention since the publishing of OotP, like that not all the Marauder's could be prefects, and that James and Lily didn't start dating until seventh year. Those mistakes were speculations, and they couldn't be helped, but anyway, back to the story..
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Bring Me To Life
Chapter 4: Can't Fight the Moonlight
Gipsy was three years out of Hogwarts, and working at a small pub, the Sparkling Biter, in London. That day, she was having lunch with Lily at a nearby café. They were eating salads, and talking about everything, including Lily's recent wedding to James. Gipsy talked about her job at the pub, and speculated whether or not Gipsy's co-worker, Dagma, would go back to Severus.
"But, I do have something serious to say," Lily spoke at a quiet moment. "Word on the street says that Voldemort still hasn't found a phoenix, but that he knows where to find one. In London." She looked at Gipsy seriously.
"So you're saying you want me to hide," Gipsy said.
"Just as a precaution," Lily said. "We want to make sure that he can't find anyone, but the rest of us are biased to make sure you're not the one he would find."
"I don't know," Gipsy began.
"And I don't want to start this discussion yet again," Lily said shortly. "I can't make you do anything, but I can try my hardest to persuade you to do it if not for yourself than all the people who care about you. Me, James, Sirius, and most importantly, Remus."
"I'll think about it," Gipsy said, sheepishly.
"You better," Lily replied. She checked her watch. "Okay, I'm off. I'll see you tonight?" Gipsy nodded. They stood up and left the café.
*
That night, Gipsy hung out at Lily and James's new place. It was just the six of them, the four guys and the two girls. They were just hanging out, trying to keep their minds off work. They were stubbornly avoiding the conversation of Voldemort and what he and his followers might be doing.
They made it through the evening, and Remus followed Gipsy back to her own apartment. They sat up until two in the morning, finally discussing what they had tried all evening not to think about. Gipsy was still unconvinced that hiding did her any good.
In bed they slept little, and at seven Remus got out of bed to make himself presentable for work. Gipsy kissed him goodbye and went into the kitchen to make herself some breakfast. She checked the calendar hanging near the small stove. It was two weeks until the next full moon.
At work Gipsy held her emotions inside, not wanting to upset Dagma at all. She did her job and went home, not staying later, under the pretense of expecting an important call. No one kept her at the pub much longer than Gipsy wanted to, but she noticed the look that Dagma gave the bartender as she passed hurriedly out the door, waving goodbye to the patrons.
Within the next two weeks, Gipsy finalized her plans. On the night of the full moon, she followed James, Sirius, Peter and Remus to the place that they had found to be their full moon meeting place. She hid behind a tree far enough away that she could barely see them, but could hear their voices echoing off the foliage surrounding them.
She waited for the moonlight to bathe Remus so that he would change. When this was finally done, the rat that Gipsy could not see but knew was there, the dog whose outline she couldn't distinguish, and the stag were leading the transformed werewolf on their monthly expeditions. She stepped out from behind the tree and called out to the poor wolf. When she got no answer, she took out the knife that she had brought, and cut a small but deep line on the top of her forearm.
As the blood escaped and fell to the ground, Remus stopped and sniffed the air. He was unaware of who the figure was, but his adrenaline escalated as the smell of blood filled his wolf-like nostrils. He forsook his companions and bound for the dark figure bathed in moonlight. At a war- like cry from his snout, the other three animals turned in time to see him bolt for Gipsy. They ran as fast as they could, but he had gotten to the girl before they could. He began ripping her, clawing at her shoulders and stomach and arms, each scratch leaving a crimson trail.
The girl was as good as dead by the time that Sirius and James had subdued Remus. They transformed back into humans and helped the figure. One look at the face that had been mostly untouched showed them who the victim was.
"Gipsy," Sirius whispered. "But why?" Gipsy said nothing, but her eyes bored into her friends. She could barely tilt her head, but her eyes went to James, and then to the heap of fur that was Remus.
"I...I...love..."she began to say but she could not finish it. A cough came through her mouth and flecks of blood were sprayed on Sirius. "You....all..." she tried to say. "Tell...tell....Remus....I..." Gipsy did not get the next word out. She fell unconscious in Sirius's arms.
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A/N: A little cliff-hanger there, thought you might appreciate that! Lol. Well, I hope you all enjoyed this as much as I have! Review if you would please, and tell me what you think is going to happen next! Thank you!
~GypsySwordGodess
I also noticed that I have a few errors that have come to my attention since the publishing of OotP, like that not all the Marauder's could be prefects, and that James and Lily didn't start dating until seventh year. Those mistakes were speculations, and they couldn't be helped, but anyway, back to the story..
*********
Bring Me To Life
Chapter 4: Can't Fight the Moonlight
Gipsy was three years out of Hogwarts, and working at a small pub, the Sparkling Biter, in London. That day, she was having lunch with Lily at a nearby café. They were eating salads, and talking about everything, including Lily's recent wedding to James. Gipsy talked about her job at the pub, and speculated whether or not Gipsy's co-worker, Dagma, would go back to Severus.
"But, I do have something serious to say," Lily spoke at a quiet moment. "Word on the street says that Voldemort still hasn't found a phoenix, but that he knows where to find one. In London." She looked at Gipsy seriously.
"So you're saying you want me to hide," Gipsy said.
"Just as a precaution," Lily said. "We want to make sure that he can't find anyone, but the rest of us are biased to make sure you're not the one he would find."
"I don't know," Gipsy began.
"And I don't want to start this discussion yet again," Lily said shortly. "I can't make you do anything, but I can try my hardest to persuade you to do it if not for yourself than all the people who care about you. Me, James, Sirius, and most importantly, Remus."
"I'll think about it," Gipsy said, sheepishly.
"You better," Lily replied. She checked her watch. "Okay, I'm off. I'll see you tonight?" Gipsy nodded. They stood up and left the café.
*
That night, Gipsy hung out at Lily and James's new place. It was just the six of them, the four guys and the two girls. They were just hanging out, trying to keep their minds off work. They were stubbornly avoiding the conversation of Voldemort and what he and his followers might be doing.
They made it through the evening, and Remus followed Gipsy back to her own apartment. They sat up until two in the morning, finally discussing what they had tried all evening not to think about. Gipsy was still unconvinced that hiding did her any good.
In bed they slept little, and at seven Remus got out of bed to make himself presentable for work. Gipsy kissed him goodbye and went into the kitchen to make herself some breakfast. She checked the calendar hanging near the small stove. It was two weeks until the next full moon.
At work Gipsy held her emotions inside, not wanting to upset Dagma at all. She did her job and went home, not staying later, under the pretense of expecting an important call. No one kept her at the pub much longer than Gipsy wanted to, but she noticed the look that Dagma gave the bartender as she passed hurriedly out the door, waving goodbye to the patrons.
Within the next two weeks, Gipsy finalized her plans. On the night of the full moon, she followed James, Sirius, Peter and Remus to the place that they had found to be their full moon meeting place. She hid behind a tree far enough away that she could barely see them, but could hear their voices echoing off the foliage surrounding them.
She waited for the moonlight to bathe Remus so that he would change. When this was finally done, the rat that Gipsy could not see but knew was there, the dog whose outline she couldn't distinguish, and the stag were leading the transformed werewolf on their monthly expeditions. She stepped out from behind the tree and called out to the poor wolf. When she got no answer, she took out the knife that she had brought, and cut a small but deep line on the top of her forearm.
As the blood escaped and fell to the ground, Remus stopped and sniffed the air. He was unaware of who the figure was, but his adrenaline escalated as the smell of blood filled his wolf-like nostrils. He forsook his companions and bound for the dark figure bathed in moonlight. At a war- like cry from his snout, the other three animals turned in time to see him bolt for Gipsy. They ran as fast as they could, but he had gotten to the girl before they could. He began ripping her, clawing at her shoulders and stomach and arms, each scratch leaving a crimson trail.
The girl was as good as dead by the time that Sirius and James had subdued Remus. They transformed back into humans and helped the figure. One look at the face that had been mostly untouched showed them who the victim was.
"Gipsy," Sirius whispered. "But why?" Gipsy said nothing, but her eyes bored into her friends. She could barely tilt her head, but her eyes went to James, and then to the heap of fur that was Remus.
"I...I...love..."she began to say but she could not finish it. A cough came through her mouth and flecks of blood were sprayed on Sirius. "You....all..." she tried to say. "Tell...tell....Remus....I..." Gipsy did not get the next word out. She fell unconscious in Sirius's arms.
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A/N: A little cliff-hanger there, thought you might appreciate that! Lol. Well, I hope you all enjoyed this as much as I have! Review if you would please, and tell me what you think is going to happen next! Thank you!
~GypsySwordGodess