Accio Arrow
Plenty more reviews please! Here's another action piece, with a fair deal of Romance in it. I hope you guys have read Lupin's Christmas (another story of mine published here), or you're not going to get bits of what's going on here!
"So, what exactly does this curse do then, Harry?" Henry whispered at the breakfast table.
"I'll read it, shall I?" Harry asked.
Henry Granger nodded.
"The curse of the silver arrow is an ancient method used by medieval wizards for the murder of werewolves..."
"A little harsh, don't you think?" Granger asked, worriedly.
"If the Ministry catches Remus they'll do just as bad. If not, worse..."
"Read on."
"Right, The arrow must be contained in its casing until ready for use. When the charm is performed to release it, the silver arrow guides itself to the werewolf, regardless of blockages such as walls, ceilings etc. The single thing the silver arrow cannot pass through as a phantom or shadow arrow is flesh. The silver arrow is extremely accurate, aiming for its victim's heart and killing upon impact..."
"I've got an idea..." Henry replied after a pause.
He had an awful idea. He a wonderfully awful idea.
"Sometimes I amaze even myself..." He thought proudly...
***
Hermione awoke to find herself in a four poster bed, the sunlight streaming in through the french windows on her left. She gazed at the light and then turned her attention to the room itself. The room was a warm Gryffindor red with oddly familiar golden furniture.
The thoughts of the previous night returned to Hermione and struck her instantly as she looked at the sofa.
"You're at Lupin Lodge," she told herself, "Your father's an idiot. You kissed Remus."
Hermione blushed despite being alone in the room. She found she was still in her nightwear from the night before.
Pulling herself out of bed, Hermione found that some clothes had been put out for her. A long-sleeved, white T-shirt and a pair of blue jeans. Oddly enough they looked in her size.
"Well who would wear them here?" She questioned herself, trying them on.
"A perfect fit." She said aloud, admiring the quality of the jeans in the mirrors opposite the bed. Without wondering why Remus had mirrors opposite the bed in one of his rooms, Hermione tried to piece together the situation.
"These must be his daughter's clothes then. I hope she doesn't mind that they've been left out... Uh oh..." A thought occurred to her. "Are his kids here? Matthew and Courtney? They must be, this is their home. Then why hadn't they come down last night?" After asking herself that last question, Hermione realized she was glad they hadn't intruded...
***
"What a mess..." Remus mused aloud in his study on the ground floor. He could smell bacon frying. Gomby must've been making breakfast.
"What a mess..." He repeated, sighing. The study was spotless. He was talking about the events of last night.
"What a mess..." He said again.
***
"GRUB UP!!!" Came a squeaky voice from the kitchen.
Both Hermione and Remus heard it.
Both Hermione and Remus headed for the kitchen.
Both Hermione and Remus crashed into someone else on their way.
***
"Sorry love!" Remus said, holding Hermione at the shoulders. "Breakfast?" He questioned.
She smiled and followed him into the kitchen.
***
Hermione took a seat at the kitchen table next to Remus.
"Wait a minute... You just called me love didn't you?" She questioned with a broad smile.
"Ah, yes, well... Gomby! Any sign of that bacon?" Remus looked away, ears as red as the tomato ketchup on the table.
Hermione's smile broadened further, but suddenly faded when she realized just who Gomby was. A small house elf ambled his way to the dining table. He wore tiny glasses and was, strangely enough, fully clothed.
"You have a house elf?" Hermione asked, both astonished and disappointed.
***
Remus knew all about S.P.E.W. and Hermione's elf rights programme.
"Don't worry. He's on twenty five galleons a month, plus holidays and he's permitted clothes, as you can see." Remus had seen the shocked look in her eyes. The same shocked look he had received the night before, when they had unconsciously inspected each other in the moonlight.
Hermione sighed a deep relieved sigh and tucked in to a hefty plateful of bacon and eggs. Before she was even half-way through Remus had finished and cleared the plate.
***
"Hungry?" Hermione questioned jokingly.
"Mr Lupin usually has one of my special full-englishes! Are you not well, sir?" Gomby questioned. His little face looked so concerned. Hermione felt as though Gomby really cared about his master. She was genuinely touched.
"Not much of an appetite today I'm afraid..." He replied absent-mindedly as he passed Gomby his empty plate.
"Is Young Mr Lupin not coming to breakfast today, sir?" Gomby questioned.
"I'd forgotten he wasn't here!" Remus announced, snapping back into reality. "I'll fetch him while you're finishing your breakfast, Hermione."
Hermione nodded. "Okay." She replied. "What about Courtney?" She questioned, wondering when she'd be able to thank her for the use of her top and jeans.
"Oh she won't be coming, partially due to the fact that she's in Calais..."
"Oh." Hermione replied.
***
"...And partially due to the fact that she's not speaking to me." Remus added, sliding out of the door and sprinting upstairs. He didn't want her to ask why. He didn't want to tell her why.
He found his son sprawled on the edge of his four poster bed, about to slide off onto the floor.
"Get up you lazy sod..." He said, voice raised.
Matthew grunted and turned over, falling onto the floor. Remus poked at his son's back with his foot, laughing all the while.
"C'mon lazy. You'll miss breakfast!"
"Mwaaaah?" Came a muffled reply from the pile of blankets Matthew resided in. He pulled himself up and mumbled something that sounded vaguely like. "Full-English."
Remus sighed and headed back downstairs. As he reached the bottom and was about to head back into the kitchen an almighty THUMP came from the doorway. Remus crossed the entrance hall and opened the door to see Henry Granger's glaring eyes. He looked beyond Mr Granger to see the Knight Bus parked on his lawn and Harry standing by it.
Mr Granger thrust a bag into Remus's hands. He took it firmly and glared, puzzled, at it.
"Hermione's things... Seeing as she's here and all..." Henry Granger replied gruffly. "Tell her to come home when she's ready, her mum's going mad with worry..."
Remus couldn't help feeling a well of guilt and pity forming in his stomach.
"Tell your lovely lady wife not to worry, Hermione's fine with me..." Remus replied as smugly as he could muster. "Did you want to speak to Hermione?" He questioned.
***
"I don't want to speak to him." Hermione said, approaching the door. She had heard how Remus had almost boasted the fact that she was safe and well with him. And what's more, she had enjoyed hearing him say it.
She took the bag from Remus's hands as her father stormed off back towards the Knight Bus. She smiled at Harry and he smiled back, however forced the smile looked.
The Knight Bus vanished with a BANG as Remus closed the door. He put a strong hand on Hermione's shoulder. He felt so warm.
"You all right?" He questioned. It was almost adorable how much he cared about her. She looked into his eyes again.
"Yup..." She told herself. "There's the glint in his eye..."
Hermione couldn't help herself. She leaned into Remus and kissed him, dropping the bag her father had brought her.
***
The bag landed on Remus's foot and he kicked it off. He didn't care. He was too engrossed in the masses of passion embossed onto him by Hermione. Wrapping his arms firmly around her waist, Remus enjoyed every second that Hermione was near him.
Their lips were only separated by a CRASH behind them. Matthew had rode the banister downstairs and crashed head first into Gomby.
***
"Oh my! Are you two all right there?" Hermione asked, blissfully unaware that she was still in Remus's grip.
Matthew was the first to assess the situation, despite having Gomby sat on his legs, rubbing his tiny head and apologizing for the intrusion.
"What's going on?" He questioned.
***
It was only then that Remus realized what Matthew was on about. He slid away from Hermione and picked up Gomby, placing him on the chair outside his study. Gomby was very flushed and all of a shudder.
"Oh many thanks, Mr Lupin, sir! Gomby is most grateful!"
Remus pulled his son up and led him into the study. He indicated a chair for Matthew to sit on and then headed back to the door frame.
"Let me explain it to him..." Remus told Hermione.
"Explain what exactly?" She questioned, half jokingly.
"This." He replied, kissing her gently on the lips.
***
Before Hermione could speak he had closed the door. Hermione sighed and sunk onto the steps at the side of the study. She looked across to Gomby, who was sighing and shaking his head.
"Are you all right?" She questioned. "Are you injured or anything?"
"Oh no, Miss Hermione!" He replied, shaking his head even more. "It is not myself that I worry for!" He told her. "It is Mr Lupin. Oh he has such terrible luck with his children! Two gone away and one who's on the verge, miss!"
"Two?" Hermione questioned, moving over in front of the study door and leaning on the chair arm. "Two gone an one on the verge? That makes three Gomby!"
"Yes? Miss Granger, miss! Three children! Jacob, Courtney and Matthew!" Gomby seemed amazed that Hermione had only heard of two of Remus's children.
"So... Where's Jacob then?" She questioned.
Gomby immediately broke into fits of tears.
"Oh goodness! I'm sorry Gomby, what's wrong?" Hermione hated to offend the house elves she fought for.
"Jacob went the way of Mrs Lupin! So sad it is..." He sniffed, pulling a tiny handkerchief from his waistcoat pocket. "The only child, he was, to never have quarrelled with kind Mr Lupin!"
Hermione was shocked
***
"Ready?" Harry asked Mr Granger.
"Ready!" He replied.
And with that, Harry cast the charm for the release of the Silver Arrow.
***
Hermione looked up as an owl flew in through the window and dropped a letter to the ground before Gomby. Hermione reached across to pick it up.
And felt an arrow in her side.
A nice long chapter for you! Sorry it's been ages but my PC hasn't been responding to the FanFiction.net site! :) Back now anyways! Another cliff-hanger I know! Sorry but the chapter's long enough already! The next one will be much shorter! Preview here:
The Healing Begins, The Love Blossoms, The Letter Is Read, The Truth Is Revealed...
Coming Soon...
Plenty more reviews please! Here's another action piece, with a fair deal of Romance in it. I hope you guys have read Lupin's Christmas (another story of mine published here), or you're not going to get bits of what's going on here!
"So, what exactly does this curse do then, Harry?" Henry whispered at the breakfast table.
"I'll read it, shall I?" Harry asked.
Henry Granger nodded.
"The curse of the silver arrow is an ancient method used by medieval wizards for the murder of werewolves..."
"A little harsh, don't you think?" Granger asked, worriedly.
"If the Ministry catches Remus they'll do just as bad. If not, worse..."
"Read on."
"Right, The arrow must be contained in its casing until ready for use. When the charm is performed to release it, the silver arrow guides itself to the werewolf, regardless of blockages such as walls, ceilings etc. The single thing the silver arrow cannot pass through as a phantom or shadow arrow is flesh. The silver arrow is extremely accurate, aiming for its victim's heart and killing upon impact..."
"I've got an idea..." Henry replied after a pause.
He had an awful idea. He a wonderfully awful idea.
"Sometimes I amaze even myself..." He thought proudly...
***
Hermione awoke to find herself in a four poster bed, the sunlight streaming in through the french windows on her left. She gazed at the light and then turned her attention to the room itself. The room was a warm Gryffindor red with oddly familiar golden furniture.
The thoughts of the previous night returned to Hermione and struck her instantly as she looked at the sofa.
"You're at Lupin Lodge," she told herself, "Your father's an idiot. You kissed Remus."
Hermione blushed despite being alone in the room. She found she was still in her nightwear from the night before.
Pulling herself out of bed, Hermione found that some clothes had been put out for her. A long-sleeved, white T-shirt and a pair of blue jeans. Oddly enough they looked in her size.
"Well who would wear them here?" She questioned herself, trying them on.
"A perfect fit." She said aloud, admiring the quality of the jeans in the mirrors opposite the bed. Without wondering why Remus had mirrors opposite the bed in one of his rooms, Hermione tried to piece together the situation.
"These must be his daughter's clothes then. I hope she doesn't mind that they've been left out... Uh oh..." A thought occurred to her. "Are his kids here? Matthew and Courtney? They must be, this is their home. Then why hadn't they come down last night?" After asking herself that last question, Hermione realized she was glad they hadn't intruded...
***
"What a mess..." Remus mused aloud in his study on the ground floor. He could smell bacon frying. Gomby must've been making breakfast.
"What a mess..." He repeated, sighing. The study was spotless. He was talking about the events of last night.
"What a mess..." He said again.
***
"GRUB UP!!!" Came a squeaky voice from the kitchen.
Both Hermione and Remus heard it.
Both Hermione and Remus headed for the kitchen.
Both Hermione and Remus crashed into someone else on their way.
***
"Sorry love!" Remus said, holding Hermione at the shoulders. "Breakfast?" He questioned.
She smiled and followed him into the kitchen.
***
Hermione took a seat at the kitchen table next to Remus.
"Wait a minute... You just called me love didn't you?" She questioned with a broad smile.
"Ah, yes, well... Gomby! Any sign of that bacon?" Remus looked away, ears as red as the tomato ketchup on the table.
Hermione's smile broadened further, but suddenly faded when she realized just who Gomby was. A small house elf ambled his way to the dining table. He wore tiny glasses and was, strangely enough, fully clothed.
"You have a house elf?" Hermione asked, both astonished and disappointed.
***
Remus knew all about S.P.E.W. and Hermione's elf rights programme.
"Don't worry. He's on twenty five galleons a month, plus holidays and he's permitted clothes, as you can see." Remus had seen the shocked look in her eyes. The same shocked look he had received the night before, when they had unconsciously inspected each other in the moonlight.
Hermione sighed a deep relieved sigh and tucked in to a hefty plateful of bacon and eggs. Before she was even half-way through Remus had finished and cleared the plate.
***
"Hungry?" Hermione questioned jokingly.
"Mr Lupin usually has one of my special full-englishes! Are you not well, sir?" Gomby questioned. His little face looked so concerned. Hermione felt as though Gomby really cared about his master. She was genuinely touched.
"Not much of an appetite today I'm afraid..." He replied absent-mindedly as he passed Gomby his empty plate.
"Is Young Mr Lupin not coming to breakfast today, sir?" Gomby questioned.
"I'd forgotten he wasn't here!" Remus announced, snapping back into reality. "I'll fetch him while you're finishing your breakfast, Hermione."
Hermione nodded. "Okay." She replied. "What about Courtney?" She questioned, wondering when she'd be able to thank her for the use of her top and jeans.
"Oh she won't be coming, partially due to the fact that she's in Calais..."
"Oh." Hermione replied.
***
"...And partially due to the fact that she's not speaking to me." Remus added, sliding out of the door and sprinting upstairs. He didn't want her to ask why. He didn't want to tell her why.
He found his son sprawled on the edge of his four poster bed, about to slide off onto the floor.
"Get up you lazy sod..." He said, voice raised.
Matthew grunted and turned over, falling onto the floor. Remus poked at his son's back with his foot, laughing all the while.
"C'mon lazy. You'll miss breakfast!"
"Mwaaaah?" Came a muffled reply from the pile of blankets Matthew resided in. He pulled himself up and mumbled something that sounded vaguely like. "Full-English."
Remus sighed and headed back downstairs. As he reached the bottom and was about to head back into the kitchen an almighty THUMP came from the doorway. Remus crossed the entrance hall and opened the door to see Henry Granger's glaring eyes. He looked beyond Mr Granger to see the Knight Bus parked on his lawn and Harry standing by it.
Mr Granger thrust a bag into Remus's hands. He took it firmly and glared, puzzled, at it.
"Hermione's things... Seeing as she's here and all..." Henry Granger replied gruffly. "Tell her to come home when she's ready, her mum's going mad with worry..."
Remus couldn't help feeling a well of guilt and pity forming in his stomach.
"Tell your lovely lady wife not to worry, Hermione's fine with me..." Remus replied as smugly as he could muster. "Did you want to speak to Hermione?" He questioned.
***
"I don't want to speak to him." Hermione said, approaching the door. She had heard how Remus had almost boasted the fact that she was safe and well with him. And what's more, she had enjoyed hearing him say it.
She took the bag from Remus's hands as her father stormed off back towards the Knight Bus. She smiled at Harry and he smiled back, however forced the smile looked.
The Knight Bus vanished with a BANG as Remus closed the door. He put a strong hand on Hermione's shoulder. He felt so warm.
"You all right?" He questioned. It was almost adorable how much he cared about her. She looked into his eyes again.
"Yup..." She told herself. "There's the glint in his eye..."
Hermione couldn't help herself. She leaned into Remus and kissed him, dropping the bag her father had brought her.
***
The bag landed on Remus's foot and he kicked it off. He didn't care. He was too engrossed in the masses of passion embossed onto him by Hermione. Wrapping his arms firmly around her waist, Remus enjoyed every second that Hermione was near him.
Their lips were only separated by a CRASH behind them. Matthew had rode the banister downstairs and crashed head first into Gomby.
***
"Oh my! Are you two all right there?" Hermione asked, blissfully unaware that she was still in Remus's grip.
Matthew was the first to assess the situation, despite having Gomby sat on his legs, rubbing his tiny head and apologizing for the intrusion.
"What's going on?" He questioned.
***
It was only then that Remus realized what Matthew was on about. He slid away from Hermione and picked up Gomby, placing him on the chair outside his study. Gomby was very flushed and all of a shudder.
"Oh many thanks, Mr Lupin, sir! Gomby is most grateful!"
Remus pulled his son up and led him into the study. He indicated a chair for Matthew to sit on and then headed back to the door frame.
"Let me explain it to him..." Remus told Hermione.
"Explain what exactly?" She questioned, half jokingly.
"This." He replied, kissing her gently on the lips.
***
Before Hermione could speak he had closed the door. Hermione sighed and sunk onto the steps at the side of the study. She looked across to Gomby, who was sighing and shaking his head.
"Are you all right?" She questioned. "Are you injured or anything?"
"Oh no, Miss Hermione!" He replied, shaking his head even more. "It is not myself that I worry for!" He told her. "It is Mr Lupin. Oh he has such terrible luck with his children! Two gone away and one who's on the verge, miss!"
"Two?" Hermione questioned, moving over in front of the study door and leaning on the chair arm. "Two gone an one on the verge? That makes three Gomby!"
"Yes? Miss Granger, miss! Three children! Jacob, Courtney and Matthew!" Gomby seemed amazed that Hermione had only heard of two of Remus's children.
"So... Where's Jacob then?" She questioned.
Gomby immediately broke into fits of tears.
"Oh goodness! I'm sorry Gomby, what's wrong?" Hermione hated to offend the house elves she fought for.
"Jacob went the way of Mrs Lupin! So sad it is..." He sniffed, pulling a tiny handkerchief from his waistcoat pocket. "The only child, he was, to never have quarrelled with kind Mr Lupin!"
Hermione was shocked
***
"Ready?" Harry asked Mr Granger.
"Ready!" He replied.
And with that, Harry cast the charm for the release of the Silver Arrow.
***
Hermione looked up as an owl flew in through the window and dropped a letter to the ground before Gomby. Hermione reached across to pick it up.
And felt an arrow in her side.
A nice long chapter for you! Sorry it's been ages but my PC hasn't been responding to the FanFiction.net site! :) Back now anyways! Another cliff-hanger I know! Sorry but the chapter's long enough already! The next one will be much shorter! Preview here:
The Healing Begins, The Love Blossoms, The Letter Is Read, The Truth Is Revealed...
Coming Soon...