Disclaimer: I do so wish I owned Harry Potter, but, alas, I do not.
LiZz: I have a tendency of forgetting to write, so…yeah…
Mel: I thought you'd like that…. And just because my physiatrist says doesn't mean its right. And I had to think of something to do with Peter! So I thought I might have some fun. ^_^
Volley Ball Chika: Well, I don't really care. He's a seeker! Ha!
1. No, he wasn't.
2. If you were Lucius Malfoy, and you knew you're life depended on your family keeping quite, would YOU discuss details of your work with your son? After all, teenagers do stupid things sometimes.
3. Yes, he did. Regulus Black. Chapter 6 page 112 of the American version of Order of the Phoenix. I looked it up for you.
4. Well, if a kid showed up claiming to be my son my first thought would be how the Hell I EVER let that happen. My next would be how the Hell did it survive without being strangled by me before it turned 2 weeks old. But seriously, I'm 14 and I've never had so much as a boyfriend. And feelings are NOT my strong point. But next time I need to write a touchy-feely kinda moment, I'll get help, okay?
Moon Princess: I'm sorry. I get sidetracked easily… and the H/HR stuff begins….when I feel like writing it? Don't hurt me.
Aquagurl13: Yes, there should be major PP torture in the future…I really don't like him.
hpdancer92: =^_^=
VLBVLB: Well, as for the chapter length, I tend to end them when I feel its right. And as for developing the relationship between Harry, Hermione, and Ron—that will come gradually, as most of the writing will probably be about them.
becky: I will.
Acacia Jones: …Cause I said so. : P
Doneril: Thanky.
Atlanta-avalon1.1: Mwahahaha!
LadyLilyPotter: I believe I will.
TheLaguna: Well, I don't think anyone has ever told me that everyone should like my fic… you, my friend, are quickly climbing my favorites chart.
Melissa37: Thank ye kindly.
Well, as I told Volley Ball Chika, I'm now going to seek help for the touchy feely kind of moment. So I am in search of a beta! If you're interested, say so in a review, but please don't e-mail me, cause I have precious little space in my memory, and I like to keep everything I get. Thank You.
Carpe Diem"Harry? Are you listening?"
"Huh? Oh, sorry Mione. Guess I just drifted off…"
"Harry…Are you alright?" Hermione's face showed her concern for her best friend.
"I'm fine Mione, just a little tired," he assured her.
"You haven't been sleeping well, have you? Not that I can blame you."
"Hermione, I'm fi—"
Harry was cut off when Ron exclaimed loudly, "Oi! There you two are! I've been looking all over for you!"
"Gee…who would have ever though we'd be in the Gryffindor common room, huh Ron?" Hermione said sarcastically. Ron's only response was to roll his eyes.
"So why were you looking for us anyways, Ron?" asked Harry.
"No reason really. Just got a bit bored in the library." Hermione rolled her eyes as Harry looked on with amusement.
"Ron, only you could get bored in a library."
"Hermione, only you could not be bored in a library."
Harry sighed and tuned them out as they began another one of their ever-so-famous arguments. Even when they go back in time 19 years, some things don't change.
~*~*~*~*~*
It was about a half an hour later that the trio was walking down to the Great Hall, with Ron muttering something that sounded vaguely like "mental" under his breath. The hall was empty, as most students would already be at dinner.
They entered the Hall and took the only available seats at the Gryffindor table…next to, across from, and diagonal from Peter Pettigrew. Hermione sat next to the rat, while Ron sat across from him and Harry sat diagonal.
The trio ate in silence, and all was going well (no one tried to kill Pettigrew yet) until Remus, who was sitting on Pettigrew's other side, suddenly lurched forward, almost hitting his head on the table, and grasped his stomach. Immediately, several pairs of worried eyes were upon him.
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Remus' head was spinning. His stomach felt as it had been punched repeatedly. By a giant. He was sweating and his vision was blurred. He closed his eyes and grasped his stomach. He could hear the voices of his friends calling to him, asking him what was wrong. He was laying on something hard, and he realized he had fallen onto the ground.
Suddenly there were cold hands on his forehead and Arabella's voice saying… something. He imagined it was a spell. Arabella's dream was to become a mediwitch, after all. But she couldn't make him better if she didn't know what was wrong with him, and he hoped she didn't, because he knew. Wolf bane.
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Arabella gave up on healing spells. They weren't much help when you didn't know what was wrong. She stood up as Madame Pomfrey arrived on the scene and conjured a stretcher. By this point Remus was unconscious.
Nobody knew what was wrong, but James had made a point to check when the next full moon was, and it wasn't for another week. For all they knew, Remus had collapsed with no reason, and who knew if he would be okay.
It was after dinner and James, Sirius, Lily, Belle, Peter, Harry, Hermione, Ron, and Ginny were walking back to the Gryffindor tower.
"I always said Gryffindor's were stupid," said a cold voice from behind them.
Ginny whipped around to face him. "What do you want Malloy?" She emphasized his fake last name. Her reward was a cold glare.
"I'd shut up if I were you Wesley. I don't think you want the reason your friend got sick to be spread all over the school, do you?"
"What are you talking about Malfoy?" asked Hermione. "You know why Remus got sick?"
Malfoy's expression changed to one of surprise. "You mean, you didn't notice there was wolfs bane on his plate?"
"Wolfs bane?" Arabella repeated. Everyone but her and Lily seemed to know what was going on. Their faces all showed surprise and…fear? "But wolfs bane… only… work… on…oh." Her eyes widened in shock.