Note: Here is chapter four. It would have been up sooner, but I had trouble
connecting to the site.
James and Peter had managed to clean much of the mess from the kitchen. Everyone
except for Remus and Lily sat at a dining roon table. A small lamp provided just enough
light to illuminate the table and themselves. Lily appeared from out of the shadows,
carrying a large glass dish.
"Help yourselves," she said, pulling a chair out to sit down. It made a loud scraping
noise.
Five spoons dipped into the dish at once and came out covered in bread crumbs,
ground meat, and dark green strings of something. They scooped it onto their plates.
"Looks like some sort of whale vomit," James whispered to Sirius. Everyone heard,
but pretended they hadn't. Sirius took a bite and whispered back,"What do you know? The
whale vomit's not half bad. I wonder what the green stuff is, though."
Lily leaned over and whispered,"It's spinach."
Nobody noticed the change in Petunia. She remained more somber than usual, and
looked pale. She was also the only one that didn't laugh at any jokes that were told.
Petunia excused herself before anyone else and disappeared upstairs, telling them
she was going to bed early.
The time was 8:43, and they could tell by listening that the rain had tapered off
to half its fury.
Lily cleared her throat and began to speak.
"Accomadations will go as follows: Peter, you and Sirius can share the guest
room. Remus has already fallen asleep in the master bedroom, so I think we should just
let him stay there for the night.James, you can stay in my room..."
James elbowed Sirius under the table and broke into a grin. It fell, however, when
Lily finished her sentence: "and I'll share a room with sister."
She continued,"If anybody wants to take a bath or shower, we have an upstairs and
a downstairs bathroom. Teh one upstairs also has a sauna built into the shower."
Sirius scraped his chair backwards. "Really?"
She nodded.
"Great," he said,"I get it first."
"I think I'll just go up to Lily's room," said James,"and try to find some nice
bedside reading material." He was grinning again for some reason and had already made
it upstairs when Lily thought of the journal on her nightstand.
"Excuse me,"she told Peter, running after James. Peter deserted the table and
headed towards the downstairs bathroom.
*********
Another hour and everybody was mostly settled. James had fallen asleep with his
head buried in Lily's pillow and was dreaming about the next year at Hogwarts. Lily
had set up a sleeping bag on the floor of Petunia's bedroom, noting that Petunia was
absent. Probably up in the attic again, Lily figured. She reached under the sleeping bag
and touched her private journal, which had been rescued just in time.
"Maybe I should come up with a secret code to write in," she thought, while
tapping Petunia's alarm clock with her wand. It set itself to go off at 8:00 a.m.
SOMEbody* had to get up and make breakfast.
Peter had already fallen asleep alone in the guest room. Sirius was still awake,
his fingers pruning up in the sauna. Thoughts of cooked internal organs briefly
crossed his mind, butwere forgotten just as quickly. He wasn't looking forward to
sharing a room with Peter Pettigrew, who had a bad snoring problem and smelled like
feet.
At the same time, Remus was sweating just as much at the mercy of a nightmare.
In it, he had killed a person as a werewolf and gone through a grueling trial. His sentence
was suffering the werewolf transformation once every day, and in solitary confinement.
"You may begin now," declared the minister of magic.
The courtroom and everyone in it began to disappear and were replaced by a
tiny room with white walls.
Remus felt the familiar hot prickling sensation. It always began this way,
before swelling to all-over agony, both internally and externally. The wolf writhed on
the floor, howling to the walls.
The image and pain faded, and Remus found himself tangled in the sheets of an
unfamiliar bed. He remained in the dark while trying to remember how he came to be there.
Then, it became clearer- this was Lily's house and the bedroom usually belonged to
her parents. Remus wiped sweat off his face as a dull pain reminded him of skipping
dinner earlier.
Nobody would mind if he went downstairs to get something to eat. The house was dark
and quiet except for the upstairs bathroom. A thin line of light could be seen from under
the door, and he could hear the hiss of steam coming from vents inside. He walked past without
even wondering about who was up this late, and found the stairs in the dark. They were
uncarpeted and felt cold on Remus' bare feet. He recalled a vague memory of stumbling
upstairs with Lily and Sirius...falling into a bed...someone removing his shoes.
He tiptoed into the kitchen and opened the refridgerator. it illuminated a
small portion of the room, which included black and white tiles along with navy blue
cabinets.
There was hardly any item of food that didn't require cooking in the refridgerator
or cabinets. Half a loaf of bread stood alone on a counter. Remus cut it into slices and
rummaged around for something to eat it with. His eyes fell on the stove, where
Sirius had left the container of mint-flavored frosting. Better than nothing. Remus
spread it on the bread like cake.
The meal followed with a large glass of water, and he went back upstairs, experiencing
a strange lightheadedness.
There was an odd flickering light around the hallway's corner, which stood out
from the pitch blackness of the corridor. Curious, and not tired enough to fall asleep,
he looked around the corner.
* I can't get the italics to work.
connecting to the site.
James and Peter had managed to clean much of the mess from the kitchen. Everyone
except for Remus and Lily sat at a dining roon table. A small lamp provided just enough
light to illuminate the table and themselves. Lily appeared from out of the shadows,
carrying a large glass dish.
"Help yourselves," she said, pulling a chair out to sit down. It made a loud scraping
noise.
Five spoons dipped into the dish at once and came out covered in bread crumbs,
ground meat, and dark green strings of something. They scooped it onto their plates.
"Looks like some sort of whale vomit," James whispered to Sirius. Everyone heard,
but pretended they hadn't. Sirius took a bite and whispered back,"What do you know? The
whale vomit's not half bad. I wonder what the green stuff is, though."
Lily leaned over and whispered,"It's spinach."
Nobody noticed the change in Petunia. She remained more somber than usual, and
looked pale. She was also the only one that didn't laugh at any jokes that were told.
Petunia excused herself before anyone else and disappeared upstairs, telling them
she was going to bed early.
The time was 8:43, and they could tell by listening that the rain had tapered off
to half its fury.
Lily cleared her throat and began to speak.
"Accomadations will go as follows: Peter, you and Sirius can share the guest
room. Remus has already fallen asleep in the master bedroom, so I think we should just
let him stay there for the night.James, you can stay in my room..."
James elbowed Sirius under the table and broke into a grin. It fell, however, when
Lily finished her sentence: "and I'll share a room with sister."
She continued,"If anybody wants to take a bath or shower, we have an upstairs and
a downstairs bathroom. Teh one upstairs also has a sauna built into the shower."
Sirius scraped his chair backwards. "Really?"
She nodded.
"Great," he said,"I get it first."
"I think I'll just go up to Lily's room," said James,"and try to find some nice
bedside reading material." He was grinning again for some reason and had already made
it upstairs when Lily thought of the journal on her nightstand.
"Excuse me,"she told Peter, running after James. Peter deserted the table and
headed towards the downstairs bathroom.
*********
Another hour and everybody was mostly settled. James had fallen asleep with his
head buried in Lily's pillow and was dreaming about the next year at Hogwarts. Lily
had set up a sleeping bag on the floor of Petunia's bedroom, noting that Petunia was
absent. Probably up in the attic again, Lily figured. She reached under the sleeping bag
and touched her private journal, which had been rescued just in time.
"Maybe I should come up with a secret code to write in," she thought, while
tapping Petunia's alarm clock with her wand. It set itself to go off at 8:00 a.m.
SOMEbody* had to get up and make breakfast.
Peter had already fallen asleep alone in the guest room. Sirius was still awake,
his fingers pruning up in the sauna. Thoughts of cooked internal organs briefly
crossed his mind, butwere forgotten just as quickly. He wasn't looking forward to
sharing a room with Peter Pettigrew, who had a bad snoring problem and smelled like
feet.
At the same time, Remus was sweating just as much at the mercy of a nightmare.
In it, he had killed a person as a werewolf and gone through a grueling trial. His sentence
was suffering the werewolf transformation once every day, and in solitary confinement.
"You may begin now," declared the minister of magic.
The courtroom and everyone in it began to disappear and were replaced by a
tiny room with white walls.
Remus felt the familiar hot prickling sensation. It always began this way,
before swelling to all-over agony, both internally and externally. The wolf writhed on
the floor, howling to the walls.
The image and pain faded, and Remus found himself tangled in the sheets of an
unfamiliar bed. He remained in the dark while trying to remember how he came to be there.
Then, it became clearer- this was Lily's house and the bedroom usually belonged to
her parents. Remus wiped sweat off his face as a dull pain reminded him of skipping
dinner earlier.
Nobody would mind if he went downstairs to get something to eat. The house was dark
and quiet except for the upstairs bathroom. A thin line of light could be seen from under
the door, and he could hear the hiss of steam coming from vents inside. He walked past without
even wondering about who was up this late, and found the stairs in the dark. They were
uncarpeted and felt cold on Remus' bare feet. He recalled a vague memory of stumbling
upstairs with Lily and Sirius...falling into a bed...someone removing his shoes.
He tiptoed into the kitchen and opened the refridgerator. it illuminated a
small portion of the room, which included black and white tiles along with navy blue
cabinets.
There was hardly any item of food that didn't require cooking in the refridgerator
or cabinets. Half a loaf of bread stood alone on a counter. Remus cut it into slices and
rummaged around for something to eat it with. His eyes fell on the stove, where
Sirius had left the container of mint-flavored frosting. Better than nothing. Remus
spread it on the bread like cake.
The meal followed with a large glass of water, and he went back upstairs, experiencing
a strange lightheadedness.
There was an odd flickering light around the hallway's corner, which stood out
from the pitch blackness of the corridor. Curious, and not tired enough to fall asleep,
he looked around the corner.
* I can't get the italics to work.
