Chapter 5: Revelation
Sunlight peaked in through the cracks in the wooden shudders of Remus's small, yet cozy bedroom. He stirred lightly, gently opening his eyes to begin another day. A day unwanted in his mind. But the night was just as terrible, his dreams haunted him constantly, and the insomnia drove him mad.
Quietly he rose out of bed, putting on a pair of semi new slacks and a gray sweater. He ran a hand through his shagged light brown hair, and walked softly out to the kitchen in stocking feet. Sitting down profoundly, he let his face rest in his hands.
Thoughts of all sorts clouded Remus's mind, but one stood out among the rest. He shook his heads trying to banish it from the front of his thoughts, but it was no use.
"Azkaban." he muttered , tapping his fingers lightly on the wooden table.
Looking out the window, Remus came to a bitter conclusion that he would rather not carry out.
"I must visit him.. One.. Last.. Time."
He took a deep breath and hastily got out of the chair, then proceeded to walk over to his hall closet. There he pulled out his black robes, and put them on.
Remus walked over to his fire place and muttered a few words accompanied with a flick of the wrist. Bright flames emitted a warm glow through the den, as Remus grabbed a handful of floo powder from the jar sitting on his mantel. He threw it into the fireplace watching them it glow green.
Slowly he stepped into the flames , feeling the warmth surround him. He was ready.
"Azkaban Prison" he said in a clear, even voice. With that he felt himself sucked into the network... and on his way to the place he least wanted to be.
Sunlight peaked in through the cracks in the wooden shudders of Remus's small, yet cozy bedroom. He stirred lightly, gently opening his eyes to begin another day. A day unwanted in his mind. But the night was just as terrible, his dreams haunted him constantly, and the insomnia drove him mad.
Quietly he rose out of bed, putting on a pair of semi new slacks and a gray sweater. He ran a hand through his shagged light brown hair, and walked softly out to the kitchen in stocking feet. Sitting down profoundly, he let his face rest in his hands.
Thoughts of all sorts clouded Remus's mind, but one stood out among the rest. He shook his heads trying to banish it from the front of his thoughts, but it was no use.
"Azkaban." he muttered , tapping his fingers lightly on the wooden table.
Looking out the window, Remus came to a bitter conclusion that he would rather not carry out.
"I must visit him.. One.. Last.. Time."
He took a deep breath and hastily got out of the chair, then proceeded to walk over to his hall closet. There he pulled out his black robes, and put them on.
Remus walked over to his fire place and muttered a few words accompanied with a flick of the wrist. Bright flames emitted a warm glow through the den, as Remus grabbed a handful of floo powder from the jar sitting on his mantel. He threw it into the fireplace watching them it glow green.
Slowly he stepped into the flames , feeling the warmth surround him. He was ready.
"Azkaban Prison" he said in a clear, even voice. With that he felt himself sucked into the network... and on his way to the place he least wanted to be.