If you're looking for a disclaimer, go back and look at the other chapters!
I think if there is anyone out there that has any doubts that I don't own
HP & Co then you must be stupid, or just haven't bothered to read the first
two chapters.
S: You know, that sounded suspiciously like a disclaimer to me Scap.
R: Totally agree!
Me: Nuh ah! It wasn't 'cos I didn't actually say that I don't own Harry Potter and that JKR does!
R/S: You just said it then!
Me: Shaddup! _;;
WARNINGS: SLASH! I REPEAT! SLASH! ONCE MORE, I SAID S - L - A - S - H! Ok? If not, bugger off!
(Additional Notes) I can't find that storybook that this fairy tale is from so Iam just going to have to wing it form memory, so,, um,, it may suck more then my usual stuff. Oh, and I'd just like to mention that all the stuff about Remus and Sirius in this chapter I made up my self, in the real story the Prince and Princes had never clapped eyes on each other before. I've made up and added a lot of stuff in this fic so don't go thinking it's *all* from the story. I've used only the littlest bit of the real story and plumped it out almost entirely with my own stuff.
VERY IMPORTANT (Additional additional notes: yes, I know, this has taken a very long time coming out (no pun intended) and I'd like to say all other note (apart from ones at the bottom) were written awhile ago and so was the first page and a third of this fic. I would also like every body (still) reading this that I have just had two teeth pull out (one on each side of my top row of teeth) and had to have multiple injections in my mouth (neeeedles, why?! Why the neeeedles!?!) My nose is numb, my lips are numb, the inside of my mouth is wearing off (so Iam feel the pain!) and I have to bit down on these little thingys so my jaw feels like hell and I can't take any pain killers (I can't even open my mouth!) and I spent the weekend throwing up! So I must apologise if this chapter suck/ there are lots of spelling mistaken and/or nothing makes sense, OK? So sorry! ^_^;; I'll do my best (I'll also do my best not to be sick and get vomit in my teeth wounds!) but bear with me ok? Thankies!)
Chapter three: In which Harry has an idea and Remus finally makes it into the fic. (R: 'bout time too!)
Prince Remus yawned and petted Aragorn, his faithful pet wolf, on the head.
He was sitting on the bay window seat, looking out across the lands. More specifically, towards the Kingdom of Azkaban (Me: Sorry if I spelt it wrong!). This large and mighty Kingdom was home to a young man very dear to his heart, even if he hadn't heard from him in over five years.
"I wonder what Padfoot is doing now. Bet he's forgotten all about me, I bet he has all the pretty girls and boys after him! Well, they can't have him! He's mine!" The amber eyed, honey haired Prince stood up abruptly, knocking Aragorn off his lap and onto the floor.
The wolf simply got back up and nuzzled the clenched fist of his master in an attempt to calm the human down.
This had become the norm in the Kingdom of Lunamesta. Every year, three months before the Prince's birthday he would get him self all wound up over the best friend he ever had, other then Aragorn that is.
This was because of a handsome young boy that had spent four months out of every year at the palace since he was four years old and the Prince of Lunamesta, Prince Remus, was five.
Every year he would arrive three months before Remus' birthday and leave a month after, always promising to come back again on Remus' insistence.
Remus didn't know who the boy really was and didn't even know his real name referring to him always and his Padfoot, or Paddy. The Prince always knew that the other boy was a child of great importance or he wouldn't have been aloud to play with the Prince and all the staff and people with higher- ranking jobs or that were of great importance treated the younger boy if as much respect and the such as they did with their own Prince. But Remus never dwelled on that in his youth and soon it was pushed into the furthest recesses of his mind.
On the mysterious boy's third visit to the palace he brought along a small wolf cub as a gift to Remus, the very same Aragorn that is brave, true and loyal (if not sometimes a little cheeky) to his master, the Prince.
But eight years ago, three months before Remus' birthday Padfoot never came back but instead he sent Remus a letter. So for three whole years the two young boys sent letters back and forth until five years ago, when the letters from Padfoot fizzled out. This had depressed Remus a lot as Padfoot had promised to return, not only to play with the slightly older boy but one day to marry him as well.
That might be an odd thing for Remus to ask one of his best friends. It's not that it's an uncommon thing for two men to get married, it's just that the Prince was considered to young to have chosen his beloved and many of the King's subjects passed it off as merely a childhood crush.
Remus, of coarse, had screamed and shouted that he really did love Padfoot. People snickering that he didn't even know his `beloved's` real name. Even after all the years, and all the times Remus had got into a flaming rage, cursing Padfoot with very bad word known to man (and creating a few new ones) for never returning, the Prince still knew, that deep down in his heart of hearts, Padfoot was the only one for him.
(Ok, so this is where I've picked up)
Dropping back down onto his seat, Remus sighed once more and let his head press against the window.
"What happened to you Paddy?"
@#@#@#@#@#
Sirius was lying on Harry's bed, tossing a ball up and down in the air space above/in front of him whilst Harry himself tried to come up with a plan.
"How about I bind you to a big bird and fly you away?"
Did I mention he was trying to come up with a good plan?
"How about no?" Sirius rolled over and glared at his Godson. "Can't you think of anything? Anything at all?" Harry thought for a moment longer, gave up on that and then decided to go talk to his Mother (a very praise worthy women if there ever was one) as she, in Harry's opinion, knew what to do in just about every situation, just so long as it didn't involve frogs or injections.
So off Harry umm, , , , , disappeared (H: What? o_0;;) to see his Mum. Leaving behind Sirius to fight off all unwanted advances from his far too over zealous Father.
*A little later that night, Sirius has locked himself in his tower*
[Banging is heard from waaaaaaaaay down stairs]
"Come on my little beauty! Just one little kiss,, huuumm? For meeeeee?" Shouted up the King of Azkaban.
Sirius is sitting on his canopied four poster bed, holding his knees and crying whilst staring blankly out of the window on the other side of the large bedroom at the very top of the tower.
The window that face the Kingdom of Lunamesta.
The window that face the young mans hope of escape.
That night, through a haze of tears, part of a plan was formed
TBC
ME: Iam sorry, I really have to stop here (well, round it off as soon a possible more like) Iam just in too much pain to continue but I really want to post a new chapter as soon as possible. And those of you waiting for the next update of The End Of The World will have to wait just a bit longer, what with little under two weeks of work being done on my teeth and several pieces of very important GCSE coursework to be handed in this week I dout my target of updating chapter one and the new chapter two will be met. So once again - Iam very, very sorry!
D: And lisping! ^_^
ME: Shuddap! YOU try having a tooth pulled on each side and talking normally as well as being in pain!
D: *Sniffles* Sowwwy.
ME: Awww, it's ok, why don't you just come over here and help me feel better *Wink wink*
D: Ummmm.
ME: Gee, all I want is a back rub!
D: Hehehehe #^_^#
REVIEW PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!
Look, if you do, I'll share The Metatron with you! (Watch Dogma!) Huggles!
S: You know, that sounded suspiciously like a disclaimer to me Scap.
R: Totally agree!
Me: Nuh ah! It wasn't 'cos I didn't actually say that I don't own Harry Potter and that JKR does!
R/S: You just said it then!
Me: Shaddup! _;;
WARNINGS: SLASH! I REPEAT! SLASH! ONCE MORE, I SAID S - L - A - S - H! Ok? If not, bugger off!
(Additional Notes) I can't find that storybook that this fairy tale is from so Iam just going to have to wing it form memory, so,, um,, it may suck more then my usual stuff. Oh, and I'd just like to mention that all the stuff about Remus and Sirius in this chapter I made up my self, in the real story the Prince and Princes had never clapped eyes on each other before. I've made up and added a lot of stuff in this fic so don't go thinking it's *all* from the story. I've used only the littlest bit of the real story and plumped it out almost entirely with my own stuff.
VERY IMPORTANT (Additional additional notes: yes, I know, this has taken a very long time coming out (no pun intended) and I'd like to say all other note (apart from ones at the bottom) were written awhile ago and so was the first page and a third of this fic. I would also like every body (still) reading this that I have just had two teeth pull out (one on each side of my top row of teeth) and had to have multiple injections in my mouth (neeeedles, why?! Why the neeeedles!?!) My nose is numb, my lips are numb, the inside of my mouth is wearing off (so Iam feel the pain!) and I have to bit down on these little thingys so my jaw feels like hell and I can't take any pain killers (I can't even open my mouth!) and I spent the weekend throwing up! So I must apologise if this chapter suck/ there are lots of spelling mistaken and/or nothing makes sense, OK? So sorry! ^_^;; I'll do my best (I'll also do my best not to be sick and get vomit in my teeth wounds!) but bear with me ok? Thankies!)
Chapter three: In which Harry has an idea and Remus finally makes it into the fic. (R: 'bout time too!)
Prince Remus yawned and petted Aragorn, his faithful pet wolf, on the head.
He was sitting on the bay window seat, looking out across the lands. More specifically, towards the Kingdom of Azkaban (Me: Sorry if I spelt it wrong!). This large and mighty Kingdom was home to a young man very dear to his heart, even if he hadn't heard from him in over five years.
"I wonder what Padfoot is doing now. Bet he's forgotten all about me, I bet he has all the pretty girls and boys after him! Well, they can't have him! He's mine!" The amber eyed, honey haired Prince stood up abruptly, knocking Aragorn off his lap and onto the floor.
The wolf simply got back up and nuzzled the clenched fist of his master in an attempt to calm the human down.
This had become the norm in the Kingdom of Lunamesta. Every year, three months before the Prince's birthday he would get him self all wound up over the best friend he ever had, other then Aragorn that is.
This was because of a handsome young boy that had spent four months out of every year at the palace since he was four years old and the Prince of Lunamesta, Prince Remus, was five.
Every year he would arrive three months before Remus' birthday and leave a month after, always promising to come back again on Remus' insistence.
Remus didn't know who the boy really was and didn't even know his real name referring to him always and his Padfoot, or Paddy. The Prince always knew that the other boy was a child of great importance or he wouldn't have been aloud to play with the Prince and all the staff and people with higher- ranking jobs or that were of great importance treated the younger boy if as much respect and the such as they did with their own Prince. But Remus never dwelled on that in his youth and soon it was pushed into the furthest recesses of his mind.
On the mysterious boy's third visit to the palace he brought along a small wolf cub as a gift to Remus, the very same Aragorn that is brave, true and loyal (if not sometimes a little cheeky) to his master, the Prince.
But eight years ago, three months before Remus' birthday Padfoot never came back but instead he sent Remus a letter. So for three whole years the two young boys sent letters back and forth until five years ago, when the letters from Padfoot fizzled out. This had depressed Remus a lot as Padfoot had promised to return, not only to play with the slightly older boy but one day to marry him as well.
That might be an odd thing for Remus to ask one of his best friends. It's not that it's an uncommon thing for two men to get married, it's just that the Prince was considered to young to have chosen his beloved and many of the King's subjects passed it off as merely a childhood crush.
Remus, of coarse, had screamed and shouted that he really did love Padfoot. People snickering that he didn't even know his `beloved's` real name. Even after all the years, and all the times Remus had got into a flaming rage, cursing Padfoot with very bad word known to man (and creating a few new ones) for never returning, the Prince still knew, that deep down in his heart of hearts, Padfoot was the only one for him.
(Ok, so this is where I've picked up)
Dropping back down onto his seat, Remus sighed once more and let his head press against the window.
"What happened to you Paddy?"
@#@#@#@#@#
Sirius was lying on Harry's bed, tossing a ball up and down in the air space above/in front of him whilst Harry himself tried to come up with a plan.
"How about I bind you to a big bird and fly you away?"
Did I mention he was trying to come up with a good plan?
"How about no?" Sirius rolled over and glared at his Godson. "Can't you think of anything? Anything at all?" Harry thought for a moment longer, gave up on that and then decided to go talk to his Mother (a very praise worthy women if there ever was one) as she, in Harry's opinion, knew what to do in just about every situation, just so long as it didn't involve frogs or injections.
So off Harry umm, , , , , disappeared (H: What? o_0;;) to see his Mum. Leaving behind Sirius to fight off all unwanted advances from his far too over zealous Father.
*A little later that night, Sirius has locked himself in his tower*
[Banging is heard from waaaaaaaaay down stairs]
"Come on my little beauty! Just one little kiss,, huuumm? For meeeeee?" Shouted up the King of Azkaban.
Sirius is sitting on his canopied four poster bed, holding his knees and crying whilst staring blankly out of the window on the other side of the large bedroom at the very top of the tower.
The window that face the Kingdom of Lunamesta.
The window that face the young mans hope of escape.
That night, through a haze of tears, part of a plan was formed
TBC
ME: Iam sorry, I really have to stop here (well, round it off as soon a possible more like) Iam just in too much pain to continue but I really want to post a new chapter as soon as possible. And those of you waiting for the next update of The End Of The World will have to wait just a bit longer, what with little under two weeks of work being done on my teeth and several pieces of very important GCSE coursework to be handed in this week I dout my target of updating chapter one and the new chapter two will be met. So once again - Iam very, very sorry!
D: And lisping! ^_^
ME: Shuddap! YOU try having a tooth pulled on each side and talking normally as well as being in pain!
D: *Sniffles* Sowwwy.
ME: Awww, it's ok, why don't you just come over here and help me feel better *Wink wink*
D: Ummmm.
ME: Gee, all I want is a back rub!
D: Hehehehe #^_^#
REVIEW PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!
Look, if you do, I'll share The Metatron with you! (Watch Dogma!) Huggles!
