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Reaper: WHAT! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! My beautiful audience! Waaaah!
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Birdie: really.
Reaper: YAY! Thank you Birdie! You've been so supportive over this hard time,…I thought my computer had a virus, but it didn't it was really just dead. Dead as a doornail and my mum's too poor to buy a new one and my dad's too much of a bastard to buy a new one. So I had to hand-write this chapter, my hand aches…anyway, Birdie will type it up and post it so you can all see it. Just because I'll never be able to go on ff.net again ('cept when I'm around Birdie's) doesn't mean you wonderful reviewers shouldn't get to see the rest of this fic.
Birdie: it's not true, you go on ff.net at school during humanities. You told me so…
Reaper: SHHHH! What if Ms. Wichello is reading?
Birdie: Umm…I doubt it—
Reaper: besides, with the teachers coming in to check on what you're doing, it's pretty hard to read ff.net. In 3 weeks I heave to read 1 chapter of 1 fic!
Birdie: it was a loooong chapter…(honestly, how can she read those…NOVELS?)
Reaper actually you haven't been supportive, you just said HA-HA Nelson-style a lot, but that's okay…
Birdie: what are friends for?! ^_^
Reaper: yes… I just hope Sirius doesn't sneak into Remus' cell to go HA-HA and then leave…
Birdie: well, I hope that's not what happens…
Reaper: don't worry, I don't like to give tooooo much away, but that is definitely NOT what happens. No, I think the ending will surprise everyone.
Birdie: It will?
Reaper: no. not really.
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Chapter: …umm, I don't know actually…
Fate Allowed
Chapter Name: Fate Possible
Written by: Reaper
Typed by: Birdie (poor me…)
Percy Weasly was not having the best day of his life.
It could very well of been the worst (in his opinion).
First of all, several reports have mysteriously disappeared overnight and if the minister found out… gulp!
Second, another report had revealed that Gringotts had, once again, been cheated out of a large sum of money.
Third, some weirdo by the name of Richard Attfield had practically destroyed his office when he explained that the minister was not available.
Fourth, was a silly article in the Quibbler and finally, some of Lucius Malfoy's Lackee's (Flack and Meddle of something) had just announced that Malfoy had passed a restriction decree without the ministers' knowledge.
5 WEEKS AGO!!!
He could just hear the discussion between Flack and Meddle and Fudge in the next room. Fudge sounded VERY angry (Percy didn't blame him, of course). Flack and Meddle sounded like they thought the whole thing was a joke.
HOW INSOLENT!!!
Percy noticed the voices were slowly getting quieter, sounded like Flack and Meddle had done some quick thinking and convinced the Minister that whatever they did was done for the best.
He was soon to find out how "for the best" it was.
Suddenly, the door opened and Fudge, Flack and Meddle exited the office with Fudge saying:
"I'm not saying it was a bad thing, quite the contrary, that restriction should've been passed YEARS ago, but he should have consulted me first."
"Mr Malfoy apologises, and accepts full responsibility for any inconveniences caused by this new restriction."
"Very well, you may tell Lucius I will be there in an hour for inspection."
"Yes sir," they chorused, apparating to who-knows-where.
Fudge folded his arms and shook his head disapprovingly. Muttering something like "time-wasters" and "office-bunglers".
Percy decided to try his luck with Fudge. "What was that all about sir?" he asked.
Fudge looked up in surprise, "Oh Weasley…yes, unfortunately business, I expect the department of Magical Creatures Rights will be after my blood."
"Why is that sir?"
"The new regulation passed. States that werewolves should be locked up and the key thrown away."
Percy's eyes widened in shock.
WEREWOLVES!!!
Sure, once a month they went nuts and turned into a big snarly monster, but they were alright, weren't they? He probably wouldn't be in the office now if it wasn't for Lupin, the only werewolf he had ever known, not to mention the only defence against dark arts teacher who actually had a clue on what he was doing.
It couldn't be. It was absurd.
Preposterous.
But it was.
"Filthy monstrous beasts, werewolves" Fudge was saying. "Yes, this should've been done ages ago."
"Yes sir." Mumbled Percy. Fudge did not seem to notice the unconvinced tone of voice he used.
"You know Weasley, Dumbledore EMPLOYED one of those monsters two years ago, horrible old fool, that man, batty as they come."
"Yes sir." But it was a good thing…
"Good Lord Weasley, you wouldn't still been at Hogwarts when that happened, wouldn't you? Must have been horrible!"
"Yes sir." No it wasn't…
"I can't imagine what that was like for you Weasley, AND that was the year Black attacked the castle, wretched creature must've helped him."
"Yes sir." No, he didn't…
"Well, well, look at the time, we'd best be going. You should come with me and take notes."
"Yes sir." It would be nice to see Lupin again.
'Nice to see him locked in a CAGE? Don't count on it' he told himself.
"Off we go then Weasley."
Percy dumbly followed Fudge into his office to the Portkey Cabinet and placed his hand on the portkey Fudge had chose (a roll of toilet paper).
For a second, the world swam and then he arrived at the destination.
How he wished he hadn't.
It was a tiny space, with nine cells each filled with about 2 people.
It was dark, damp and dreary.
One of the werewolves, dressed in black leather, looked at them, but no one had noticed.
"FUDGE." He exclaimed.
"Not in front of the children, Daniel." Said a redhead woman.
"No Mary, Fudge! Corneilius Fudge! Minister of Magic!"
Most of the other prisoners jumped up at see but Percy couldn't see Lupin, he had a nasty feeling he was in the seemingly empty silver cell.
"Minister?" said a blonde. "Like the pope?" This was obviously one of the unfortunate muggles, Percy had to bite his lip to keep himself from laughing.
"No you IDIOT!" said a man with strangely thick eyebrows. "Like the PRIME MINISTER!"
"Ohhhhh!"
"Hey Fudge!" said a curly-hair short man. "Come to pay us a visit?"
"Nawww, he's come to move us to a different cell." Said a woman with mousy hair.
"Another cell?" asked a bronze-skinned boy.
"Yeah, ya know, the Common Old Fortification Fostering Imbeciles and Non-humans."
"What?"
"Coffin for short."
A number of people rolled their eyes.
"Oi! Remus!" yelled another one.
Remus! Wasn't that Professor Lupin's first name?
"Yes Will?" answered a horribly familiar voice.
"That bloke who's standing next to Fudge looks like he could be Arthur Weasley's Illusive 6th Son!"
"Oh, is Percy here then?"
It WAS Lupin!
"Isn't that the one who took the ministry's side in al this?"
"I suppose it is," said Lupin, voice with a hint of amusement "Head boy while I was teaching."
"Well, that's a waste of brains then."
"I wouldn't say that--!"
"SILENCE!!!" a new cold voice echoed acrossed the walls.
"Evning Lucius" came Lupin's voice.
Malfoy, who had just slithered into the room, narrowed his eyes, tightened his gripped on his silver tipped cane.
He turned to face Fudge "So sorry about this, Minister."
Then he pulled out his wand, strolled to the silver cell (of which Percy was sure contained Lupin, although why Lupin needed a silver cell and the other didn't, remained a mystery).
"Now I suppose we'll see some discipline, damned if those creatures don't need it," remarked Fudge.
Several of the other prisoners bit their lips, or held tightly on to each other, some turned away, or shut their eyes tightly.
This wasn't helpful.
"What have I told you about taking back? CRUCIO!!"
There was no scream, but quite a few gasps coming from different cells, so it was impossible to tell if Lupin had even made a sound.
He certainly wasn't making one now.
Percy was horrified.
"Good show, Lucius," barked Fudge. "These monsters need to be shown who's boss."
"they're very rebellious, minister." Said Malfoy.
"Come on Weasley" Fudge said briskly. "Let's look at one of these little sods," he said, using the tone one might take when enjoying a picnic.
This was no picnic.
"I said Malfoy," said Fudge. "Show me that beast in that beast in the silver cell, is he really dangerous?"
"You don't know the half of it, Minister."
Malfoy beckoned them over. They walked over to the cell, the occupant of which gave Percy the biggest shock of his life.
It was Lupin.
But he was hardly recognisable. He looked shabbier and more ill than he ever did at school, his face and eyes were sunken, he was thin as a stick, and had several horrid burns on his face and hands and (probably), on the rest of his body.
It made Percy want to cry.
But it made Fudge let out a "hmph" of satisfaction. "I hope this keeps him contained."
"Very much so, minister," smiled Lucius, as if a very kind person being tortured and locked up was a joke.
A very sick joke.
It gave Percy the sudden urge to vomit.
But he kept it in.
"He gives you a lot of trouble?"
"Tons, Minister. For instance, he knows the location of Sirius Black, but won't say."
"Sirius Black!" exclaimed the minister. "Shouldn't he be put under veriteserum?"
"Not effective on non-humans," said Malfoy grimly.
"We're not going to be bother with him for much longer."
"What do you mean?"
"He's being executed in two days."
EXECUTED.
"You can't!" shouted Percy.
"What do you mean, Weasley" asked Fudge.
Uh-oh, think fast! Think fast!
"This is our only lead we've had on Black for months. Surely we try some sort of spell, the Impeius curse, maybe…" he made up quickly.
"Good thinking, Weasley!" said Fudge, apparently convinced.
"Indeed," said Malfoy. "We've tried, it doesn't work though, it appears a fidelus charm has been placed on his hiding place, and this filthy creature isn't the secret keeper."
"Hmph! Ironic, that!"
Percy didn't listen though, for it was apparent that Malfoy didn't believe that Percy cared that much about Sirius Black's whereabouts, and was sending him a nasty smile.
Percy glanced at Lupin instead.
Like Malfoy, Lupin seemed rather unconvinced.
Malfoy and Fudge soon moved away to look at some other werewolves, and hear their life-stories, criminal records and demerit counts.
Lupin turned to face Percy, sitting on a rickety cot. "Hello Percy, hope you're well," he said cheerfully.
"Umm, yes sir," said Percy uncertainly. "And, you sir?" he asked.
"Been better, been worse," he smiled.
"Really sir?"
"Well, nooo… this is the worst I've ever been, but it's not that bad, I've got food brought to me, usually once a day."
"Once a DAY?!" exclaimed Percy, shocked at the level of cruelty expressed by Malfoy.
"Yep! But that's nothing, I've gone for weeks without eating, and they're going to execute me anyway!"
Percy was not sure how Lupin could be so calm and, almost cheeryful, when he had 2 days to like. Prehapes he just didn't want Percy to worry, although why he came to conclusion he would.
Unless he had seen through the charade.
Like any idiot would've (what did that make Fudge?) ^_^
Lupin carried on. "And they've given me a nice warm cell--!"
He was suddenly interrupted by a gust of icy wind, from the cell that had the window. Several werewolves, including Lupin, gave a violent shudder (especially due to his exceedingly shabby thin robe).
Strangely enough, both of they grinned.
Percy, who had been feeling uncomfortable and quite dizzy, suddenly felt so guilty, he couldn't bear to look at Lupin anymore, instead turning his head to see 4 small children, not one old enough to go to Hogwarts, sitting on the stone floor gazing hopefully at the minister.
As if he had come to rescue them.
Overcome with guilt, he gazed back at Lupin, still smiling, then seeing that he had nowhere else to look, hung his head to look at the floor.
Silence becoming eerie, he forced himself to look up and voice a question that, previously nagged quietly, now screaming like a banshee.
"Did that other werewolf tell you how my father was getting on?" he choked out, voice barely above a whisper.
Lupin's eyes widened, as did his smile. "Yes, I heard about that…well, you'll be pleased to know your father made a full recovery."
Relief passed over Percy like a tidal wave, forgetting he was not on speaking terms with his father, his guilt lessening some.
"Well Weasley, we're off!" Fudge's voice broke in to his thoughts like brick smashing through glass. "I've got everything I need, yes should have been passed years ago Malfoy. Thank you very much."
Percy ran straight to Fudge's side, careful not to meet Malfoy's eyes.
"Hurry up Weasley. It's awfully chilly in this hellhole!" he said cheerfully.
"Sorry about hat, Minister, can't be helped."
"No worry, Lucius. Just wished I'd brought an extra cloak."
"OR A JUMPER!" yelled Lupin from behind them.
A JUMPER.
Percy's guilt rose instantly to full capacity, he turned his head to look at Lupin, but he was out of his line of sight. His gaze instead fell upon the small redhead girl, clinging helplessly to the bars and looking longingly at Percy and the minister with crying eyes.
It was all Percy could do to give her a small smile.
She gave a smile back.
"Meck! Fladdle! Take care of that!" yelled Lucius.
"Meck and Fladdle!" yelled the black-leather werewolf. "I thought it was Mack and Fleddle…"
"No, it's not!" yelled the blonde. "It's Flack and Meddle!"
"You're both wrong!" shouted the curly hair man. "It's Fleck and Maddle!"
The shouting died down as the door shut.
Percy was finally able to tear his gaze away from that girl's face.
But her eyes followed him on his way home.
~*~
He wasn't sure how he got home, but when he did, he couldn't stop crying.
He cried till he had no tears to cry with.
Then he curled up and slept, but by the time he woke up…
He knew what he had to do.
He had smiled at that girl, he wanted that smile to be genuine.
He just hoped 2 days was enough…
~*~
Sirius Black was being an annoying git, even "wonderful Potter" could see it.
Severus Snape had been forced to take the brats back to Hogwarts and then, even worse than spending an hour on a coach with Potter, he had to come back and listen to moron Black rant about how everyone was just sitting around doing nothing while his flea-bitten pet werewolf suffered.
How Tragic.
Snape couldn't believe how selfish Black could be, worrying about the human-furball when they had important work to do.
Like for instance, finishing the mission Lupin had bungled.
Black was now racing about how he was going to rescue Lupin "single-handedly if necessary" until Snape couldn't stand it.
"Oh SHUT UP Black! We'll get him out as soon as our other priorities are dealt with."
"OTHER PRIORITIES!!! OTHER PRIORITIES, HOW DARE YOU!!!"
Ding-dong.
The doorbell rang. Snape strode up and pulled open the door.
"WHAT?!" he snapped, but stopped when he realised who it was.
That ministry brat...
Percy Weasley.
"WEASLEY!!!" he yelled, pulling out his wand. Molly, Arthur, Bill, Charlie, Black, Tonks, Shacklebolt and Moody rushed up.
Molly gave a little scream of surprise.
"How DARE you show your face here?!" yelled Bill.
But Molly ran up and embraced him tightly. "Oh Percy! We've been so worried! Oh you're like ice, come in and sit down!"
Sit down? Was the woman drunk?
"I don't think we should be letting um...ministry officials...into our secret head quarters--"
Molly interrupted him. "—nonsense Snape! Come in and warm up dear" she said ushering Percy inside.
Percy looked like he'd seen a ghost.
"What's the matter Perce?" said Charlie. "Look like You've seen a ghost."
"Oh leave it Charlie!" said Molly, pushing Percy down on to the sofa.
Arthur moved up to look straight at Percy. Percy looked up into his face, eyes shining with unshed tears.
How pathetic.
"Well what do you have to say for yourself," Arthur said.
Percy gazed at the floor and rocked back and forth slightly. He didn't speak for quite a while, but when he did, his voice was hoarse and quiet.
"The ministry has gone too far," he choked.
"What do you mean?" asked Arthur.
"You know what I mean." He said cryptically.
"No, we don't actually," said Black.
"I'm talking about Werewolves..."
There was a shocked silence.
"WHAT!!!" yelled Black.
"Today, two of Lucius Malfoy's lackees came up to the office, saying they had passed that werewolf restriction."
"Go on, what happened" prompted Black, looking like a mangy dog about to get a bone.
Percy swallowed. "We went to inspect the prisoners."
"You did! What happened? Is Remus okay? Is he really in a silver cell? What about the Cru--!"
"I think perhaps if you let Weasley answer each question one at a time, you might find what you're looking for, but then again, perhaps your brain--!"
"SEVERUS! SIRIUS! SHUT UP!!" yelled Molly.
Again, it took quite a while for Percy to speak.
"It was... horrible..." he whispered.
"Was he really in a silver cell?"
Percy nodded.
Black seemed to take this badly, and sat down, head in hands, forgetting the real important question Snape was happy to fill in.
"Has he slipped any information on the Order to Malfoy?"
Percy seemed shocked and looked up. "I...I don't know--!"
"WHO CARES!" shouted Sirius, looking like he wanted to murder Snape.
Everyone was startled to hear Percy speak again.
"But you'll have to rescue him within 2 days," he said quietly.
"Why?" Tonks asked. "What happens after 2 days."
"They execute him."
It was amazing to see all the different reactions, Snape observed.
Molly gave a little scream. Arthur froze. Bill and Charlie sat down very quickly. Tonks ran away in the direction of the bathroom. Moody and Shaklebolt ran after her. And Sirius......
Sirius started screaming, cussing and throwing things about.
He was soon joined in by his darling mother.
"FILTHY BLOOD TRAITORS!! SHAME OF MY ANCESTORS!"
Snape sighed, they would have to make a plan later.
These idiots would drive him to an early grave.
~*~
Albus Dumbledore gazed out the window. His pensieve was getting him nowhere, and Severus had sent him a letter regarding the fate of poor Remus Lupin. Dumbledore hope the man would be rescued in time.
He turned to gaze out the window, trying to come up with some sort of rescue plan. Unfortunately, none came to his head.
"I must getting too old for this." He muttered, smiling and shaking his head.
The forbidden forest was looking darker than usual, as it sometimes did when something terrible was about to happen, as it the forest could sense the evil in the world.
Or perhaps it could.
Harry Potter had returned just last night. Albus could see him that moment, finishing the threstral course with Hagrid.
Unbridge watching like a hawk.
Speaking of hawks......
Was that Hedwig flying towards him, a female snowy owl it was for sure, but when did Hedwig have bright blue eyes?
The answer was of course that she didn't, but he knew someone who did.
"I should have expected a visit from you, Wapa-so-kos."
He didn't show the least bit of shock when the owl changed into an old American-Indian woman.
Or rather—wicken.
The woman went straight to the point. "I see your friend, Phoenix keeper."
"Yes, I forgot your grandson was a werewolf, are they treating him well?"
The woman folded her arms. "As well as can be expected."
Dumbledore nodded, then sighed. "I received a message that they were being treated poorly."
"I know, but that fate was reserved for others."
"Of course."
White Owl continued: "There is a spy among them, and another who...is not what it appears to be."
"I see you're not giving any clues."
White owl frowned. "It is not my job to give clues."
"I thought it was..." said Dumbledore with a smile.
"I give straight statements, and only into that-that-has-not-been-yet, not to your personal problems."
That was true, she did give straight answers, only most were too dumb to figure them out, no matter how smart they were. Premus Lupin was very smart, but would see little meaning in whatever she told him.
"Are you going tot ell me his fate?"
"I cannot. I have little knowledge past what I have already said."
"You have not said anything yet."
She gave a little "hmph". "Maybe not to you, Phoenix Keeper."
"Of course, would you care for something to eat or drink--?"
"No. I will take my leave shortly. I have some commitments back west."
"Alright. Have a--!"
White Owl didn't wait for him to finish she transformed and flew out the window.
"—nice journey." He shook his head.
What did Fate have in store for them?
~*~
Lupin meanwhile was in utter agony.
Everything hurt, he lay on his cot shivering and panting. His head felt like someone had put filbuster fireworks in through his eyes.
His arms and legs were on fire.
But he had more hope than ever before. He knew Percy would come through, he'd go straight to Arthur and Molly, he could just imagine the scene: Sirius yelling, screaming asking question after question about his welfare. Molly frantically making cups of tea and Snape being sensible (and a jerk) and asking all the technical stuff.
Maybe they'd rescue him.
Doubtful, but still it didn't hurt to hope and he knew they'd try.
They probably wouldn't succeed, but they would definitely try and (hopefully) rescue the others. Valuable members of the order, all of them (except maybe Theo).
And that meant something.
"Are you sure you don't need anything." Asked Mary, worriedly, interrupting his train of thought.
"Well Mary," Adam cut in. "He could use a lot of things, but we're not exactly in the position to give them to him."
"I know," she said sharply. "But it never hurts to be courteous you know. Well, actually you probably don't know--!"
"Look, I was just pointing out--!"
"Don't interrupt me when I'm speak--!"
"Oh for God's Sake, woman--!"
"Shut up the both of you!" yelled Theo. "I'm trying to get some rest."
"I'LL GIVE YOU REST YOU FREAK!!" roared Will, joining in the conversation.
"Bring it on, Newbie!"
"Maybe you shouldn't pick on Will 'cos he's new," snapped Toby.
"Shut-up Mini-man, unless you want to end up half the size you already are."
"Are you messing with my mini-me?" yelled Daniel.
"What the hell?"
"I thought only muggles watched movies..." said Aaron with the air of confusion.
"This is AUSTIN POWERS we're talking about!" shouted Daniel.
And the entire room was at it, Mary yelling at Adam, Isabelle yelling at Mary, Joe yelling at Isabelle, and everyone yelling at Theo (well, not everyone was yelling, but most people...)
Luckily for Remus' head, EB stopped the argument.
"SEX!!!" she screamed.
It was amazing, you could actually hear a spider crawling on the wall.
"Always worked in physics* !" she said a laugh.
The silence was unbroken. Crickets chirped outside. Jesse took the opportunity to speak.
"Now that that's over, let's keep it that way," he pleaded. "Remus is probably in enough pain without all of us screaming about the place!"
"No really, it's alright--!" Remus tried to console him, but was interrupted.
"What does it matter? He'll be dead this time Friday anyway."
Thank you for your wonderful optimism... thought Remus dryly.
The entire room erupted again into yelling and screaming, this time with everyone except Jesse and Remus joining in.
This time it was crying that stopped them.
Their noise had woken up Maddy, Jenkin and the twins, and Maddy was crying.
"I want my mummy and daddy," she sobbed. "And I want my brother...sob...and I want to go home."
Then Alex and Sophie started, as if for the time realising what their situation was.
It made Remus think back to the time when he first became a werewolf.
Back to the pain.
And not just the pain of the bite, or the transformations, but from his father and brother turning on him.
From all the times his father hit him.
From all the times Romulos attacked him, like when the sorting hat had chosen their houses and Romulos had gone straight to Slytherin.
But the hat spent ages decided with him. Gryffindor or Ravenclaw? In the end it chose Gryffindor, not because he was very brave.
But because of those three other boys he met on the train.
How did the sorting hat know they would be friends? Did it matter?
Prongs, Padfoot and Wormtail looked out for him, yes, even Wormtail, there was no point in pretending there had always been some distance between those two, because there wasn't.
Things just happened the way they did.
But Romulos sent a letter to father that night, telling him what happened.
Remus' father never sent Remus any letters, not one, in the 7 years he was at Hogwarts.
But Romulos was happy to fill him in with the disappointment his father had felt.
What did he expect? He was the first person in the family ever to go to Gryffindor. The rest were Ravenclaw or Slytherin.
Like his father.
Romulos had then thrown him to the floor, and Remus, though stronger, couldn't fight back. He just couldn't.
Lucky Ophelia, a Ravenclaw prefect at the time was passing by. She hated when the brothers fought or rather she hated Romulos for fighting.
Ophelia always took Remus' side.
Where was Ophelia now? Simple. In Canada with mother and her husband and three children.
One more on the way... he reminded himself.
A niece and nephew he'd never see.
The siblings kept in regular contact, would Ophelia know where Remus was?
Doubtful. She was probably wondering why she hadn't heard from him in such a while.
She was probably worried.
Ophelia. But Ophelia wasn't always there to protect him, she was busy as a prefect/head girl. Lucky he had the Marauders.
But they weren't there all the time either there was that one time.
What was that? What had Isabelle just said, was his pain causing him to hallucinate, or had Isabelle just said:
"Don't cry Maddy, we'll get out of here, and you can be the flower girl at my wedding."
Wedding?
"Really?" asked Maddy, tears disappearing.
"Yep, and you can wear a lovely dress, whatever colour you like--!"
"Green and Blue!" she exclaimed. "With red flowers!"
Isabelle smiled.
"Excuse me," said Daniel. "But WHAT wedding?!"
"Oh, me and Will's wedding."
"WHAT?!" yelled mostly everyone.
"Oh yeah, didn't I mention," said Will casually. "Izzy and I are getting married."
Daniel started several unfinished sentences.
Mary let out a "whoop!" and congratulated them soon followed by everyone laughing and congratulating for about five minutes.
It was strange, thought Remus amidst the laughter. Just a few seconds ago everyone was screaming crying and arguing and now.....
Isabelle and Will were cautioned to keep quiet, after all there was a spy among them, but even that couldn't ruined the mood.
Over the past few days, Remus had learnt about the other's pasts, Isabelle's husband had died of some sort of disease 3 years ago before she became a werewolf. Will had been married 5 years, but his wife left him the minute the werewolf bit him, and he had been bitten saving HER life!
It was good they had found each other.
But would they survive?
Fate was as uncertain as ever, he could see Brittany hugging Isabelle, giving her on hug for all the girls (except Ros, who had been reading "Day of the Tryffads" the entire time). If Izzy did have the wedding, would Brittany be there, alive, to congratulate her again?
He could see Adam, clapping Will on the back doing impressions of each of the other guys clapping him on the back (the funniest was Theo, who tried to murder will by clapping him on the back then accidently hit himself). Would Adam have a hand to clap with? It all depends...
On what...?
On Fate?
Was Fate Possible?
Was it possible for Theo to stop snoring so Remus could get some sleep, it's not good to die without a good night's sleep (as Sirius would say before exams every year).
To Be Continued...
Reaper: "ooooh! What's going to happen? (no, really what, I'm on the edge of my seat here). Hope everyone enjoyed, please review, etc.
Birdie: "and tell me how many typos I've written, cos I'm too lazy to check."
Reaper: "did you like the Snape bit? I hope I didn't make him seem like a bad guy, I wasn't trying to, he IS my 3rd fav. Character."
Birdie: "Her fave is Lupin, as with me! ^_^v"
Reaper: "Urgh...someone buy me a new computer..."
Birdie: "I ditto that (this story is FOURTEEN BLOODY PAGES!!!)
*Try it some time when you want people to shut-up! (if you want to be embarrassed for THE REST OF YOUR LIFE)