Disclaimer: I do not own any characters from the series, Harry Potter. J.K.
Rowling does.
However, I do own Minako Rowena Akahana, so if you steal her.I shall put a
ten thousand galleon
Reward on your capture, and sue you, etc.
Minako
It was a particularly sinister night, as I sat back, dipping my quill into crimson ink, writing away in my book. I never expected visitors on this night. When I truly think about it, I had never expected any visitors at all. I was not very social. Being an ex-Death-Eater, no one would come and visit me. At any rate, I had stayed up all night working on something for Dumbledore. How forgiving he is, I had thought, continuing to write, it amazes me that he would give me a second chance.after all that I've done.
My thoughts were interrupted as I heard a faint knock at my door. Standing up, I brushed off my elegant black robes, which showed off my shoulders. I had designed them myself. Brushing back my dark lengths of black hair, I made my way quickly to the door. The ministry no doubt, I thought, silently sweeping towards my threshold. But when I turned the finely carved doorknob, and opened the door, a deep surprise met me.
Standing before me, soaking wet in the torrent of rain that had descended upon my dark abode, was one I had not expected at all. Remus J. Lupin, one I had admired greatly in my youth. In essence, his appearance still caught my interest. As the wet drops of rain fell from his saddened face, I realized what was wrong. He was still in mourning.
I jolted to attention. I had been staring, most likely to a rude effect. I shook my head. "I'm sorry.Remus.What on earth are you doing here?" I managed to choke out. His gaze dropped to the ground, and he said nothing. "Ah. I see. You mourn someone close to you. Come inside." His patched robes were soaked quite thoroughly. I gently grasped his arm and led him inside. "I'll go get some dry things for you. Please sit by the fire and make yourself at home."
Remus
I still could not remember why I had come to this place, of all places. I couldn't go back to Number Twelve Grimmauld Place. I still grieved for my best friend.First I lost James and Lily, to that evil of evils, Voldemort. His name still sent shivers down my spine. It wasn't just, or fair. James was one of the three people who had helped me through my illness. The illness I still deal with today. My curse, my being a werewolf. And now this. That vile scum had taken my other friend. Two marauders dead, another a traitor. I am a dying breed. I was the last marauder.
Now, I stood on the threshold of a person who could be considered a great enemy. Minako Akahana, once a loyal Death-Eater, but now just an intelligent witch that lived on her own. She had piqued my interest many times in my days at Hogwarts, but because of my wolf-curse, I was forced to remain on my own, forever and eternally alone.
I knocked on the door, wondering if anyone would answer, and she opened the door. Still as beautiful as ever. I felt slightly conscious of my appearance for a moment, as those emerald coloured orbs fell upon me. She stared at me for a moment, obviously surprised that I of all people was on her doorstep. "I'm sorry.Remus.what on earth are you doing here?" She asked, watching me. My gaze dropped to the ground as I remembered that fateful night, that night when Harry fell for the Dark Lord's trick.when my best friend had been taken by his own cousin. "Ah. I see. You mourn someone close to you. Come inside. I felt her pull me inside gently, something I had not expected. She asked me to sit before the fire, and I did, as she left to get me clean dry things to wear.
OOC: to be continued.
Minako
It was a particularly sinister night, as I sat back, dipping my quill into crimson ink, writing away in my book. I never expected visitors on this night. When I truly think about it, I had never expected any visitors at all. I was not very social. Being an ex-Death-Eater, no one would come and visit me. At any rate, I had stayed up all night working on something for Dumbledore. How forgiving he is, I had thought, continuing to write, it amazes me that he would give me a second chance.after all that I've done.
My thoughts were interrupted as I heard a faint knock at my door. Standing up, I brushed off my elegant black robes, which showed off my shoulders. I had designed them myself. Brushing back my dark lengths of black hair, I made my way quickly to the door. The ministry no doubt, I thought, silently sweeping towards my threshold. But when I turned the finely carved doorknob, and opened the door, a deep surprise met me.
Standing before me, soaking wet in the torrent of rain that had descended upon my dark abode, was one I had not expected at all. Remus J. Lupin, one I had admired greatly in my youth. In essence, his appearance still caught my interest. As the wet drops of rain fell from his saddened face, I realized what was wrong. He was still in mourning.
I jolted to attention. I had been staring, most likely to a rude effect. I shook my head. "I'm sorry.Remus.What on earth are you doing here?" I managed to choke out. His gaze dropped to the ground, and he said nothing. "Ah. I see. You mourn someone close to you. Come inside." His patched robes were soaked quite thoroughly. I gently grasped his arm and led him inside. "I'll go get some dry things for you. Please sit by the fire and make yourself at home."
Remus
I still could not remember why I had come to this place, of all places. I couldn't go back to Number Twelve Grimmauld Place. I still grieved for my best friend.First I lost James and Lily, to that evil of evils, Voldemort. His name still sent shivers down my spine. It wasn't just, or fair. James was one of the three people who had helped me through my illness. The illness I still deal with today. My curse, my being a werewolf. And now this. That vile scum had taken my other friend. Two marauders dead, another a traitor. I am a dying breed. I was the last marauder.
Now, I stood on the threshold of a person who could be considered a great enemy. Minako Akahana, once a loyal Death-Eater, but now just an intelligent witch that lived on her own. She had piqued my interest many times in my days at Hogwarts, but because of my wolf-curse, I was forced to remain on my own, forever and eternally alone.
I knocked on the door, wondering if anyone would answer, and she opened the door. Still as beautiful as ever. I felt slightly conscious of my appearance for a moment, as those emerald coloured orbs fell upon me. She stared at me for a moment, obviously surprised that I of all people was on her doorstep. "I'm sorry.Remus.what on earth are you doing here?" She asked, watching me. My gaze dropped to the ground as I remembered that fateful night, that night when Harry fell for the Dark Lord's trick.when my best friend had been taken by his own cousin. "Ah. I see. You mourn someone close to you. Come inside. I felt her pull me inside gently, something I had not expected. She asked me to sit before the fire, and I did, as she left to get me clean dry things to wear.
OOC: to be continued.