The Great Hall was lit instantaneously by lightning. Harry sat
stirring his porridge sadly, the weather reflecting his mood.
"Harry, guess what?", Ron asked him.
"What?", Harry muttered nonchalantly.
"You have a letter, you git!"
"Oh!", Harry replied in mild shock and pain. Hedwig was perched on his goblet of orange juice, nibbling his hand angrily. Harry removed the letter and massaged his hand.
"Thanks Hedwig."
After sipping the final dregs of her owner's orange juice, Hedwig flew away toward the Owlery. Harry opened the letter with excitement.
"It's from Lupin!", Harry told Ron.
"Read it, mate!", clapping Harry on the back, the red-head leaned to see the fine handwriting.
Dear Harry,
Hi! How are you? Everything is fine here at headquarters. It's not the same without Sirius though.
Harry stopped. If Lupin wanted to talk about Sirius, he wasn't going any further.
"C'mon, read the rest!", Ron egged him on, completely oblivious to the fact that Harry was obviously uncomfortable. Harry read on:
I have some news for you. I think I know a way to get Sirius back.
Harry read this line, and his heart filled with both happiness and hope.
"Wow!", Ron exclaimed, "There's a way to get Sirius back?"
But Harry wasn't paying attention and kept reading:
There is a small package of Floo powder in the envelope, take it, and come to headquarters sometime after 9:30. See you then!
-Remus
"Ok," Harry decided to himself. "I'm going", he told Ron, his face set and full of determination.
At 10 o' clock that night, Harry made sure everyone was out of the common room by setting of some sleeping powder (he cast an invisible shield spell so it wouldn't affect him), and everyone went to bed. Harry stepped into the fire and dropped the Floo Powder into the fire. He felt the bright emerald green flames tickle his sides with warmth.
"Number 12, Grimmauld place!", Harry shouted.
Harry, feeling sick from the constant spinning, almost regurgitated when he slammed on to the ground of the dusty basement kitchen.
Lying on the kitchen table in front of him, was Lupin, completely barren of clothing. He was holding a box of assortment chocolates in his delegate hands.
"Lupin?", Harry asked uncertainly, shocked to see the delicious, irresistible morsel who was on the table was his fantasy.
"Call me Remus," he said getting off of the table, completely forgetting the chocolates (they must be for decoration, Harry thought). But he didn't need anything to make himself look sexy, in Harry's eyes he already was.
"What are you doing?", Harry questioned stupidly, gazing at the package that had been is his dreams lately.
"I can't take it any more," the man said to the Gryffindor in front of him.
"I.I.I can't do this", Harry said to Lupin, trying to deny the sudden impulse of screaming in delight.
"You know you want to," the aged looking man stated, in his incredibly sexy voice. He then continued to rip of Harry's blue-paisley shirt with thorough enjoyment. Lupin caressed Harry's body and placed his wet lips on Harry's now gleaming abdominals.
"Look into my eyes," Lupin muttered.
Harry gazed into the graying eyes he loved so dearly.
"Do you love me, or do you just want to fuck me madly?"
"Does it make any difference? We can do both," Harry answered, with a rising feeling of lust and anticipation.
Lupin unzipped Harry's pants, and his lips traveled further.further.
"Mr. Potter!", yelled a familiar slimy voice.
Harry woke with anger, and gazed right into Snape's eyes.
"What?", Harry asked in frustration, fuming that he missed the advanced pleasures of his vivid dream.
"You will stay awake in my classroom or you will receive a powerful sleeping draught and never wake up again! 100 points from Gryffindor, any more lip, and you will receive a month's worth of detentions!"
Before Harry could defy his unruly punishment, the school bell rang ominously in the air.
"Homework, two rolls of parchment on the consistency and uses of Veritaserum. Due on Monday."
Harry stalked out of the classroom, ignoring Ron's and Hermione's questions.
"It was just a dream, it meant nothing," Harry shook himself.or did it?"
"Harry, guess what?", Ron asked him.
"What?", Harry muttered nonchalantly.
"You have a letter, you git!"
"Oh!", Harry replied in mild shock and pain. Hedwig was perched on his goblet of orange juice, nibbling his hand angrily. Harry removed the letter and massaged his hand.
"Thanks Hedwig."
After sipping the final dregs of her owner's orange juice, Hedwig flew away toward the Owlery. Harry opened the letter with excitement.
"It's from Lupin!", Harry told Ron.
"Read it, mate!", clapping Harry on the back, the red-head leaned to see the fine handwriting.
Dear Harry,
Hi! How are you? Everything is fine here at headquarters. It's not the same without Sirius though.
Harry stopped. If Lupin wanted to talk about Sirius, he wasn't going any further.
"C'mon, read the rest!", Ron egged him on, completely oblivious to the fact that Harry was obviously uncomfortable. Harry read on:
I have some news for you. I think I know a way to get Sirius back.
Harry read this line, and his heart filled with both happiness and hope.
"Wow!", Ron exclaimed, "There's a way to get Sirius back?"
But Harry wasn't paying attention and kept reading:
There is a small package of Floo powder in the envelope, take it, and come to headquarters sometime after 9:30. See you then!
-Remus
"Ok," Harry decided to himself. "I'm going", he told Ron, his face set and full of determination.
At 10 o' clock that night, Harry made sure everyone was out of the common room by setting of some sleeping powder (he cast an invisible shield spell so it wouldn't affect him), and everyone went to bed. Harry stepped into the fire and dropped the Floo Powder into the fire. He felt the bright emerald green flames tickle his sides with warmth.
"Number 12, Grimmauld place!", Harry shouted.
Harry, feeling sick from the constant spinning, almost regurgitated when he slammed on to the ground of the dusty basement kitchen.
Lying on the kitchen table in front of him, was Lupin, completely barren of clothing. He was holding a box of assortment chocolates in his delegate hands.
"Lupin?", Harry asked uncertainly, shocked to see the delicious, irresistible morsel who was on the table was his fantasy.
"Call me Remus," he said getting off of the table, completely forgetting the chocolates (they must be for decoration, Harry thought). But he didn't need anything to make himself look sexy, in Harry's eyes he already was.
"What are you doing?", Harry questioned stupidly, gazing at the package that had been is his dreams lately.
"I can't take it any more," the man said to the Gryffindor in front of him.
"I.I.I can't do this", Harry said to Lupin, trying to deny the sudden impulse of screaming in delight.
"You know you want to," the aged looking man stated, in his incredibly sexy voice. He then continued to rip of Harry's blue-paisley shirt with thorough enjoyment. Lupin caressed Harry's body and placed his wet lips on Harry's now gleaming abdominals.
"Look into my eyes," Lupin muttered.
Harry gazed into the graying eyes he loved so dearly.
"Do you love me, or do you just want to fuck me madly?"
"Does it make any difference? We can do both," Harry answered, with a rising feeling of lust and anticipation.
Lupin unzipped Harry's pants, and his lips traveled further.further.
"Mr. Potter!", yelled a familiar slimy voice.
Harry woke with anger, and gazed right into Snape's eyes.
"What?", Harry asked in frustration, fuming that he missed the advanced pleasures of his vivid dream.
"You will stay awake in my classroom or you will receive a powerful sleeping draught and never wake up again! 100 points from Gryffindor, any more lip, and you will receive a month's worth of detentions!"
Before Harry could defy his unruly punishment, the school bell rang ominously in the air.
"Homework, two rolls of parchment on the consistency and uses of Veritaserum. Due on Monday."
Harry stalked out of the classroom, ignoring Ron's and Hermione's questions.
"It was just a dream, it meant nothing," Harry shook himself.or did it?"