You cannot discover new oceans,
unless you have the courage
to lose sight of the shore ...
- Author unknown -
Throwing Off The Shackles
Chapter Two :-: Escape
Remus felt like the blood was pouring from every vein and artery in his body. He scaled the gates as the attendants shot sparks from their wands, trying to stun him down. He didn't care. He climed on, dodging the stunning blasts. He got right to the top of the gates, his hands and wrists pouring with blood from the sting of the silver wiring.
Then several things happened at once:
He took in a deep breath.
The stunning charm hit him in the back.
He lost his balance on the gates.
Remus spiralled down and landed in a huge pile of compost on the other side. In the crosswind he was covered completely. The searchers passed him by. But he did not notice. Remus was unconcious, enjoying a dreary dream...
~*~ Dream ~*~
He could see the sweeping lawns and grounds of Hogwarts. He was on his way to Hagrid's for a good-luck drink. He was no longer a student, but a professor. He had always favoured Hagrid in his schooldays and now he was to teach, in Harry Potter's thrid year no less!
Everything was perfect. Jake and Courtney were fifteen and thriteen, attending Beauxbatons. Jake was head of his year and Courtney received highest honors in Apothecary and Creature Care. Matthew was nine, and attending an all-wizard primary school in Hogsmeade. Remus was to visit him no the weekends. Cara was, as usual, working as the greatest healer St Mungo's had ever seen. Poor thing was exhausted, making use of her time turner to run three full shifts a day. But she never showed her anguish and a nice relaxing massage, courtesy of Remus, was exactly what she needed to revitalise nightly. He was still going to visit her every few days and right after his transformation.
The drink at Hagrid's was pleasant. And after cautiously avoiding Hagrid's rock cakes, Remus walked around the lakeside and smelt the fresh-cut lawns. Filch and Hagrid must have been working overtime...
~*~ End Dream ~*~
Remus awoke the next morning to find himself filthy, bloodsoaked, weak and covered in compost. He looked up to see the high concrete walls with silver wiring. But the signs were on the outside, welcoming in the "new arrivals" as though this wretched place were a holiday camp for werewolves. He was outside.
Now how to get home...
I know it's been ages but I've finally gotten round to doing a second chapter!!! PLEASE REVIEW and I'll do more :) !!!
unless you have the courage
to lose sight of the shore ...
- Author unknown -
Throwing Off The Shackles
Chapter Two :-: Escape
Remus felt like the blood was pouring from every vein and artery in his body. He scaled the gates as the attendants shot sparks from their wands, trying to stun him down. He didn't care. He climed on, dodging the stunning blasts. He got right to the top of the gates, his hands and wrists pouring with blood from the sting of the silver wiring.
Then several things happened at once:
He took in a deep breath.
The stunning charm hit him in the back.
He lost his balance on the gates.
Remus spiralled down and landed in a huge pile of compost on the other side. In the crosswind he was covered completely. The searchers passed him by. But he did not notice. Remus was unconcious, enjoying a dreary dream...
~*~ Dream ~*~
He could see the sweeping lawns and grounds of Hogwarts. He was on his way to Hagrid's for a good-luck drink. He was no longer a student, but a professor. He had always favoured Hagrid in his schooldays and now he was to teach, in Harry Potter's thrid year no less!
Everything was perfect. Jake and Courtney were fifteen and thriteen, attending Beauxbatons. Jake was head of his year and Courtney received highest honors in Apothecary and Creature Care. Matthew was nine, and attending an all-wizard primary school in Hogsmeade. Remus was to visit him no the weekends. Cara was, as usual, working as the greatest healer St Mungo's had ever seen. Poor thing was exhausted, making use of her time turner to run three full shifts a day. But she never showed her anguish and a nice relaxing massage, courtesy of Remus, was exactly what she needed to revitalise nightly. He was still going to visit her every few days and right after his transformation.
The drink at Hagrid's was pleasant. And after cautiously avoiding Hagrid's rock cakes, Remus walked around the lakeside and smelt the fresh-cut lawns. Filch and Hagrid must have been working overtime...
~*~ End Dream ~*~
Remus awoke the next morning to find himself filthy, bloodsoaked, weak and covered in compost. He looked up to see the high concrete walls with silver wiring. But the signs were on the outside, welcoming in the "new arrivals" as though this wretched place were a holiday camp for werewolves. He was outside.
Now how to get home...
I know it's been ages but I've finally gotten round to doing a second chapter!!! PLEASE REVIEW and I'll do more :) !!!
