A/N: OK, this is the last instalment…gosh! It's weird how it's almost over! So…for all of those who have read to the end: my love and best thoughts always. You guys have been so good to me and you made me go on. Gush gush gush gush…you get the picture yeah? My most sincere apologies to all who have had to wait what…4 months for an update, but I am eternally grateful. OK? Fanastic! Rock on!
Chapter 11:
Beta (and friend always, forever): the fun loving, gingerbread making, dirndl wearing, Singapore airlines dresser, un-tone deaf singer, cello player, creative thinker and my better half in the good times and the bad, the delightfully funny, spelling Nazi Meowface. Cheers to you…without you Kate, there would be mistakes and OOC everywhere—thanks for your support and time!
Chapter 11
Remus retired to his room upstairs with the reheated meal that Molly had handed him as he and Albus arrived in the kitchen, Remus more despondently that his mentor. What he had done tonight should have made him feel better about letting his dear friend go, but it only made it harder somehow.
He and Albus had stopped at Hogwarts as a matter with Cornelius Fudge had arisen. Things had been quiet at the Ministry Of Magic, (as they had been informed by Tonks and Kingsley Shaklebolt), as Fudge had been settled into an embarrassing silence over the matter with He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. The minister had to speak about the fifth year curriculum for the next beginning as it had been thrown off course for too long. Remus found it all too easy to figure out Fudge was only there as he had to be.
Remus told Albus it was time to leave when he saw Severus approaching. Remus had always tried to give Snape the time of day but found him difficult to face during an emotional low. They disapperated before Snape could reach them.
Now, he was sitting at his desk, map-less and sadder then before he left to go and see Harry. He couldn't pinpoint the exact thing that made him inconsolably sad, but it had something to do with the last goodbye—it was given to Harry. But, didn't that make him happy? That Sirius had touched so many lives, and had met his godson before leaving this realm? He shook his head, this rationalizing behavior did less for him than more. He had always been a rationalist, so, for once in his life, could be be totally selfish, erratic and so incredibly irrational about this?
The opened his window, the sweet summer air filled his lungs, the moon was nearly up. He gazed up at the summer clouds that were turning grey as night began to descend upon London.
His heart suddenly twinged and for that split second it lasted Remus panicked. He knew that twinge all too well, for too many years he experienced it before the potion Wolfsbane was even heard of.
Stricken with alarm, he raced down the stairs and ran out of the house and ran to the nearing forest when, through the tops of the trees he spied the moon peeping through those clouds that were so beautiful but now they were bringers of doom.
A pain crossed his whole body and as his hands turned to claws he ripped his clothes off, discarding them in shreds and ran to the top of the hill that towered over the city of Muggles and Wizards alike. Barring his teeth, the mouth of the werewolf opened wide and let rip a howl…
Albus heard the marauder leave the house and hurried to the top floor of the house at number 12 Grimmauld Place and looked through the curtains of the French window. The shape of a dog-like figure perched on the hill to the east. He sighed and turned around to see a sleepy red-haired gangly boy with a large nose and a freckle problem standing not far behind.
"I heard a howl…it's not Remus, is it?" He said taking a wobbly step towards the window. "Good Merlin, what about his potion? Shouldn't Snape… Professor Snape I mean, have given it to him?"
Dumbledore smiled, "Probably, but between the two of us, I think he is taking the last outing with the Marauders."
*
In the Bedroom of Harry Potter at number 4 Privet Drive, Surry, The Marauders map glowed on Harry's desk. The Boy Who Lived woke with a jump as the bright light shone in his eyes.
Taking his round glasses off his bedside table he wandered over and looked at the map. White whips, shadowlike were coming out of the map and began to swirl around Harry in his bedroom. There were only three shapes and without much consideration he came to find that they were a rat, a stag and a dog. He smiled broadly as they circled his room and drifted out of the window…to meet The Marauder.
A/N: Thank-you! blows kisses
Cheers!
Phoenix Firefly
Chapter 11:
Beta (and friend always, forever): the fun loving, gingerbread making, dirndl wearing, Singapore airlines dresser, un-tone deaf singer, cello player, creative thinker and my better half in the good times and the bad, the delightfully funny, spelling Nazi Meowface. Cheers to you…without you Kate, there would be mistakes and OOC everywhere—thanks for your support and time!
Chapter 11
Remus retired to his room upstairs with the reheated meal that Molly had handed him as he and Albus arrived in the kitchen, Remus more despondently that his mentor. What he had done tonight should have made him feel better about letting his dear friend go, but it only made it harder somehow.
He and Albus had stopped at Hogwarts as a matter with Cornelius Fudge had arisen. Things had been quiet at the Ministry Of Magic, (as they had been informed by Tonks and Kingsley Shaklebolt), as Fudge had been settled into an embarrassing silence over the matter with He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. The minister had to speak about the fifth year curriculum for the next beginning as it had been thrown off course for too long. Remus found it all too easy to figure out Fudge was only there as he had to be.
Remus told Albus it was time to leave when he saw Severus approaching. Remus had always tried to give Snape the time of day but found him difficult to face during an emotional low. They disapperated before Snape could reach them.
Now, he was sitting at his desk, map-less and sadder then before he left to go and see Harry. He couldn't pinpoint the exact thing that made him inconsolably sad, but it had something to do with the last goodbye—it was given to Harry. But, didn't that make him happy? That Sirius had touched so many lives, and had met his godson before leaving this realm? He shook his head, this rationalizing behavior did less for him than more. He had always been a rationalist, so, for once in his life, could be be totally selfish, erratic and so incredibly irrational about this?
The opened his window, the sweet summer air filled his lungs, the moon was nearly up. He gazed up at the summer clouds that were turning grey as night began to descend upon London.
His heart suddenly twinged and for that split second it lasted Remus panicked. He knew that twinge all too well, for too many years he experienced it before the potion Wolfsbane was even heard of.
Stricken with alarm, he raced down the stairs and ran out of the house and ran to the nearing forest when, through the tops of the trees he spied the moon peeping through those clouds that were so beautiful but now they were bringers of doom.
A pain crossed his whole body and as his hands turned to claws he ripped his clothes off, discarding them in shreds and ran to the top of the hill that towered over the city of Muggles and Wizards alike. Barring his teeth, the mouth of the werewolf opened wide and let rip a howl…
Albus heard the marauder leave the house and hurried to the top floor of the house at number 12 Grimmauld Place and looked through the curtains of the French window. The shape of a dog-like figure perched on the hill to the east. He sighed and turned around to see a sleepy red-haired gangly boy with a large nose and a freckle problem standing not far behind.
"I heard a howl…it's not Remus, is it?" He said taking a wobbly step towards the window. "Good Merlin, what about his potion? Shouldn't Snape… Professor Snape I mean, have given it to him?"
Dumbledore smiled, "Probably, but between the two of us, I think he is taking the last outing with the Marauders."
*
In the Bedroom of Harry Potter at number 4 Privet Drive, Surry, The Marauders map glowed on Harry's desk. The Boy Who Lived woke with a jump as the bright light shone in his eyes.
Taking his round glasses off his bedside table he wandered over and looked at the map. White whips, shadowlike were coming out of the map and began to swirl around Harry in his bedroom. There were only three shapes and without much consideration he came to find that they were a rat, a stag and a dog. He smiled broadly as they circled his room and drifted out of the window…to meet The Marauder.
A/N: Thank-you! blows kisses
Cheers!
Phoenix Firefly