A/N: WOW!! Such a positive response to my f/f! I'm jazzed, really, especially to all those who stuck around and r/r'ed the last chapter… yay! Thanks you guys it really means tonnes!
Chapter 3: Breaking in
Remus stared at the map. It wasn't how it looed when they had made it, but it still made him smile.
He had it in his possession once again.
It was ripped in some places, musty and faded in others and it had a smell of rotting wood. But it couldn't rot, it was magic, they had made sure it was indestructible by any other means than by sorcery.
" I solemnly sware that I'm up to no good," he muttered the words that James had made up. Prongs. He tapped the map with his wand and the words he knew off by heart appeared to be scribbled onto the page by an invisible hand.
Messrs Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs.
The words disappeared and were replaced by an areal map of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
He scanned it and chuckled to himself. Down in the dungeons a dot labelled 'Severus Snape' was pacing back and forth from his storage cupboard to his desk.
' Does that man ever go home?' the thought to himself with an evil grin.
There was Albus Dumbledore in his office, clearly talking to Cornelius Fudge. Hagrid was in his hut.
He picked up his wand again and cleared his throat.
" Moony," he said clearly and tapped his wand three times. It wiped clear and words scrawled along the parchment.
~Hello Moony…
How's school going? (He remembered Wormtail writing that, always was lacklustre)
If you're tired…. (Sirius, who always got excited when he was feeling glum)
You know its time for Marauding… (James, who always had to do something) ~
He smiled fondly and, muttering, 'docare' the map became clear again before it filled up with curses and complex jinxes.
He stared at them unblinking
He didn't think there were this many
Which ones did he have to break?
What if he couldn't?
His simultaneous reaction to all of the above was 'Oh, Merlin!'
After sitting there, reading over all of the hexes he and James and Sirius had complied together for about an hour, he decided that he wasn't going to get any work done. Why couldn't he remember any of these spells? They were thinks that they managed to do at school! He was an adult now, nearing 40, and he had no idea how to break the curses.
He stood up and decided that he was going to turn in for the night when a spell caught his eye, right at the bottom of the page.
' Incantato personi manere'
He read the words slowly over in his head. He knew them! It was the spell that preserved their personalities in the parchment. He only had to figure out how to break it. He got his wand and circled it. A glowing formed around the spell and it rose off the paper, leaving a blank space where it had been lifted.
'Rearrange it Remus,' a voice came up in head.
' NO! Leave it! You don't know what you're doing yet!' Came another
' Yes, go on! Do it for Sirius… you need him back… you're lost without him… for Harry's approval…'
' Don't try to be a show off! It is supposed to take time! Don't rush into something, you could make a terrible mistake and ruin the map… it might not work once you finish with it tonight…'
' The uncertainty of it would have made James and Sirius do it…'
' But you're not James or Sirius… remember… you're the sensible one… you were the prefect…'
" ENOUGH!" yelled Lupin, as he stepped away from the map. He had his wand pointed at the word, uncertain what to do, more little voices sniggering in the back of his mind. Suddenly, he held his arm out and pointed at the word and flicked downwards. It went back into the map.
He stepped back over and after muttering "Mischief managed" he rolled it up, closed his window after he sent a letter back to Harry via Hedwig saying thanks, blew out the candles and hopped into bed, pulling the sheets around his torso.
He hadn't realised that he was shaking. What is he had done what the first voice had told him?
What if he had been taken over by the power of evil persuasion?
That's what the world was like now. You were either on the good side or the bad side.
It was your decisions that made you, Dumbledore had always said.
He wondered what it was like working for Voldemort.
At times he felt sorry for what Snape had to go through, but deep down he knew it wasn't any of his business, except from hearing all of his monthly reports that were basically the same thing over and over again.
Voldemort is getting stronger.
Some one died.
More escaped from Azkaban
He wants Dumbledore dead.
Snape and Sirius had always hated each other with such passion but when word had reached Snape, he was quite solemn about it. He didn't even mention it when he caught Lupin moping over old photographs.
Because that's what he did. He tried to hold onto everything that they once shared. Photographs, he bought a pensive and flooded it with memories, he spent ages gazing at the Black Family Tree and even took the time to magically stitch his name in again. Of course Kreacher had gone ballistic, even more so when he was in a rage and blew out Bellatrix Lestrange's name.
He hated her so much. More than he hated Sirius for not looking at what she was doing.
He pulled the sheets up to his chin and rolled on his side gazing at the map.
He could do it.
He would do it
He needed to do it
He missed Sirius so much.
He lay there in bed for another hour, tears steaming down his face freely, silently. He only stopped when he was taken into the realm of sleep and oblivion.
A/N: Any good? Sorry, this one is too short! The other was too slow.. the next one will be too long… I duuno anymore! But tell me what you think any way! Give me a buzz by pressing the button at the bottom of the page! Lol. Thanks! I love reviews so much!
Cheers,
Phoenix
Chapter 3: Breaking in
Remus stared at the map. It wasn't how it looed when they had made it, but it still made him smile.
He had it in his possession once again.
It was ripped in some places, musty and faded in others and it had a smell of rotting wood. But it couldn't rot, it was magic, they had made sure it was indestructible by any other means than by sorcery.
" I solemnly sware that I'm up to no good," he muttered the words that James had made up. Prongs. He tapped the map with his wand and the words he knew off by heart appeared to be scribbled onto the page by an invisible hand.
Messrs Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs.
The words disappeared and were replaced by an areal map of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
He scanned it and chuckled to himself. Down in the dungeons a dot labelled 'Severus Snape' was pacing back and forth from his storage cupboard to his desk.
' Does that man ever go home?' the thought to himself with an evil grin.
There was Albus Dumbledore in his office, clearly talking to Cornelius Fudge. Hagrid was in his hut.
He picked up his wand again and cleared his throat.
" Moony," he said clearly and tapped his wand three times. It wiped clear and words scrawled along the parchment.
~Hello Moony…
How's school going? (He remembered Wormtail writing that, always was lacklustre)
If you're tired…. (Sirius, who always got excited when he was feeling glum)
You know its time for Marauding… (James, who always had to do something) ~
He smiled fondly and, muttering, 'docare' the map became clear again before it filled up with curses and complex jinxes.
He stared at them unblinking
He didn't think there were this many
Which ones did he have to break?
What if he couldn't?
His simultaneous reaction to all of the above was 'Oh, Merlin!'
After sitting there, reading over all of the hexes he and James and Sirius had complied together for about an hour, he decided that he wasn't going to get any work done. Why couldn't he remember any of these spells? They were thinks that they managed to do at school! He was an adult now, nearing 40, and he had no idea how to break the curses.
He stood up and decided that he was going to turn in for the night when a spell caught his eye, right at the bottom of the page.
' Incantato personi manere'
He read the words slowly over in his head. He knew them! It was the spell that preserved their personalities in the parchment. He only had to figure out how to break it. He got his wand and circled it. A glowing formed around the spell and it rose off the paper, leaving a blank space where it had been lifted.
'Rearrange it Remus,' a voice came up in head.
' NO! Leave it! You don't know what you're doing yet!' Came another
' Yes, go on! Do it for Sirius… you need him back… you're lost without him… for Harry's approval…'
' Don't try to be a show off! It is supposed to take time! Don't rush into something, you could make a terrible mistake and ruin the map… it might not work once you finish with it tonight…'
' The uncertainty of it would have made James and Sirius do it…'
' But you're not James or Sirius… remember… you're the sensible one… you were the prefect…'
" ENOUGH!" yelled Lupin, as he stepped away from the map. He had his wand pointed at the word, uncertain what to do, more little voices sniggering in the back of his mind. Suddenly, he held his arm out and pointed at the word and flicked downwards. It went back into the map.
He stepped back over and after muttering "Mischief managed" he rolled it up, closed his window after he sent a letter back to Harry via Hedwig saying thanks, blew out the candles and hopped into bed, pulling the sheets around his torso.
He hadn't realised that he was shaking. What is he had done what the first voice had told him?
What if he had been taken over by the power of evil persuasion?
That's what the world was like now. You were either on the good side or the bad side.
It was your decisions that made you, Dumbledore had always said.
He wondered what it was like working for Voldemort.
At times he felt sorry for what Snape had to go through, but deep down he knew it wasn't any of his business, except from hearing all of his monthly reports that were basically the same thing over and over again.
Voldemort is getting stronger.
Some one died.
More escaped from Azkaban
He wants Dumbledore dead.
Snape and Sirius had always hated each other with such passion but when word had reached Snape, he was quite solemn about it. He didn't even mention it when he caught Lupin moping over old photographs.
Because that's what he did. He tried to hold onto everything that they once shared. Photographs, he bought a pensive and flooded it with memories, he spent ages gazing at the Black Family Tree and even took the time to magically stitch his name in again. Of course Kreacher had gone ballistic, even more so when he was in a rage and blew out Bellatrix Lestrange's name.
He hated her so much. More than he hated Sirius for not looking at what she was doing.
He pulled the sheets up to his chin and rolled on his side gazing at the map.
He could do it.
He would do it
He needed to do it
He missed Sirius so much.
He lay there in bed for another hour, tears steaming down his face freely, silently. He only stopped when he was taken into the realm of sleep and oblivion.
A/N: Any good? Sorry, this one is too short! The other was too slow.. the next one will be too long… I duuno anymore! But tell me what you think any way! Give me a buzz by pressing the button at the bottom of the page! Lol. Thanks! I love reviews so much!
Cheers,
Phoenix