The Marauders Saga part one
"The Orange Moon"
Disclaimer: I still don't own anything! J.K. Rowling, the genius, owns it all. Except the plot. That's mine.
Chapter 2:
James woke up just as the sun began to rise. He looked around trying to remember what had gone on in the shack last night. Then, he realized, he hadn't gone. Neither had Sirius. They had fallen asleep! Why hadn't Lupin woken them up? He walked over to Sirius' sleeping form and kicked him.
"What? Huh? McGonagall, I didn't do it!" Sirius muttered as he woke up. "Oh, morning James."
"You idiot, how can you be so cheerful when Remus could be dead?"
"Dead? What are you talking about?"
"He went to the shack. Alone! We fell asleep!"
"Well, why didn't he wake us up?"
"He probably didn't want us to get hurt."
"So he risked his life? Wow. I don't know if I would do that."
"Look, I don't think you would. Go get Madam Pomfrey, I'll try to find Remus."
"Okay."
James didn't have to look far. He walked out onto the grounds and saw one quarter of the forest destroyed. In the midst of all the rubbish, was a small boy, lying face down.
"Remus." He whispered, and ran towards him. "Oh please let him be all—"
He stopped when he got to Remus' crumpled form. He had long, bleeding slashes across his back. He didn't want to turn him over. What if he was dead? Well, he had to find out. His curiosity was getting the best of him. He flipped his friend over gently and gasped at the sight. His face was covered with scratches. His shirt was ripped and his left pant leg was ripped off halfway up his leg. His eyes drifted towards his arm, his right wrist was twisted 180 degrees. It was facing the wrong way. James picked up his injured friend and carried him up to the castle.
A/N: you like all the blood and gore? Or should I stop? Review, review, review!
"The Orange Moon"
Disclaimer: I still don't own anything! J.K. Rowling, the genius, owns it all. Except the plot. That's mine.
Chapter 2:
James woke up just as the sun began to rise. He looked around trying to remember what had gone on in the shack last night. Then, he realized, he hadn't gone. Neither had Sirius. They had fallen asleep! Why hadn't Lupin woken them up? He walked over to Sirius' sleeping form and kicked him.
"What? Huh? McGonagall, I didn't do it!" Sirius muttered as he woke up. "Oh, morning James."
"You idiot, how can you be so cheerful when Remus could be dead?"
"Dead? What are you talking about?"
"He went to the shack. Alone! We fell asleep!"
"Well, why didn't he wake us up?"
"He probably didn't want us to get hurt."
"So he risked his life? Wow. I don't know if I would do that."
"Look, I don't think you would. Go get Madam Pomfrey, I'll try to find Remus."
"Okay."
James didn't have to look far. He walked out onto the grounds and saw one quarter of the forest destroyed. In the midst of all the rubbish, was a small boy, lying face down.
"Remus." He whispered, and ran towards him. "Oh please let him be all—"
He stopped when he got to Remus' crumpled form. He had long, bleeding slashes across his back. He didn't want to turn him over. What if he was dead? Well, he had to find out. His curiosity was getting the best of him. He flipped his friend over gently and gasped at the sight. His face was covered with scratches. His shirt was ripped and his left pant leg was ripped off halfway up his leg. His eyes drifted towards his arm, his right wrist was twisted 180 degrees. It was facing the wrong way. James picked up his injured friend and carried him up to the castle.
A/N: you like all the blood and gore? Or should I stop? Review, review, review!