Their footsteps echoed through the halls of Hogwarts with a
foreboding air.
"So could you remind me again why we can't tell them anything?" Ron asked Hermione in reference to the future Mr. and Mrs. Potter.
"Because, you imbecile, if we do, we change the course of history. And that would be B-A-D Weasel." Draco replied acidly.
"B-A-D! That spells bad! What an extensive vocabulary you contain in your puny mind, Malfoy. And by the way, I didn't ask you, you ignoramus. I asked Hermione."
"Well, Weasel, seeing as how we're currently tied together, it's somewhat hard not to eavesdrop over your 'classified' conversations."
"Both of you stop right NOW! I don't care if you insult each other from here to Timbuktu! Just don't do it when I'm right in the middle!"
"Yes, Mione" both boys replied sheepishly.
"Where's Timbuktu?" Ron wondered aloud.
An exasperated 'Oh' coupled with Draco's shouts of agony and protest were heard as Hermione ran up to Lupin's side.
"Professor, what are we going to do with Lily and James?" The Professor turned around to look at his school friends who were huddled at the back of the group in apparently deep conversation.
"Well, for now, virtually nothing. They're getting along, they're being quiet, and they really can't do anything. We're headed towards one of the old heads' rooms. Actually, their old heads' room, just so the shock of the journey doesn't seep all the way in. You know, Dumbledore's idea. We just have to try and make them as comfortable as possible while he tries to figure out why they're here. Of course, he probably already knows why, and is just sorting out the minute details because, well, that's Dumbledore for you"
Little did he realize how very far from the truth he was. Enclosed behind the door and its griffin knocker of his office, Dumbledore could be found pacing, sporadically turning to walk in the opposite direction. Incoherent mumbling could also be heard. When McGonagall poked her head in to find out if everything was all right, she was shocked to find the headmaster acting even more crazy than normal.
"Oh Minerva, don't look at me like that. Based on what Lily and James said, it's happening. Finally. We just might have a chance."
"A chance at what Albus?"
"What we've been working on for all of eternity," Dumbledore said as he looked at McGonagall with a slight smile.
Back in the corridor, Lily and James were whispering amongst themselves.
"So, what are we doing?"
"We're trying to figure out why the hell there are six people escorting us to an undisclosed location and keep looking back, giving us funny glances like we are deranged. It also might be nice to know HOW THE HELL WE GOT HERE!!!" she answered sarcastically.
"Well, so much for pleasantries in the future..."
"Oh shut your mouth, Potter."
"You think you're so perfect don't you. With your perfect life and your perfect family. Perfect grades. Perfect friends. Just..PERFECT!"
"You think my life is PERFECT?! Shows how much you really know. And looks who's talking you hypocrite! You have the perfect house with the perfect Stepford family! You have the most well-known, prestigious name in the wizarding community and your father was MINISTER OF MAGIC!! Did I not mention your 'James Potter is a Sexy Man' fan club, your group of fabulous, equally famous friends, and your almost impeccable grades?? "I'm sure you don't have to go home and be-"
"Yes?.."
"Nothing, it's unimportant."
"What Stepford?" asked James in an attempt to calm the fiery redhead down.
"It's a movie, came out two years ago in '75. American-made. Pretty decent considering. Katharine Ross was in it. All of the families are perfect. The mother is subservient and...perfect as anything. Hard to explain.."
"My mother is not subservient...and she is not perfect. My family is not perfect no matter what you might believe, you arrogant, no-nothing bitch," James retaliated in a dangerously low, even voice. "If it is possible, do not even talk to me for the remainder of this little trip through hell unless it is in dire need."
"Well! We're here!" said an enthusiastic Remus, purposefully ignoring the death glares they were shooting at each other.
Hermione leaned over to whisper in Remus' ear, "Professor, are you sure it would be wise to leave them alone in the same room overnight. They look like they're going to kill each other."
"Oh, it's quite alright, we had to do this once or twice at the beginning of seventh year. They survive, barely, but they do survive." Remus answered humorously. "How about this, Miss Granger? I will deposit all of you back at your dorms, and then I will come back here every hour to make sure everything is in order."
"That sounds fine. Just as long as they don't murder each other in their sleep."
The Professor turned to his old friends. "So, Lily, James, I will come back every hour to make sure you're all right, after I take these hooligans to their dorms. Sound all right to you?"
Neither responded but merely walked into the now open head's dorm without taking their eyes off of each other. A loud bang was heard next from one, the group outside was not quite sure which one, of the teenagers slamming the portrait door closed.
"Well, that went rather well." Harry voiced sarcastically before heading off in the direction of Gryffindor tower, not bothering to wait for the rest of the group.
"Right, well, we're going to drop off Hermione and Draco first. Harry needs a bit of time, you know. A lot to absorb." Remus said.
After about thirty minutes of wandering the corridors, being asked incessant questions and distributing the students at different places, along with a warning not to tell anyone uneeded information, Remus was exhausted. He dropped into bed, not even bothering to check in on Lily and James.
Two burning eyes looked out from an ebony hood.
"Why am I here?" hissed an angry voice.
"I brought you here. You should be thanking me on bended knee. In the end, you will be."
"I work for no one, except myself. I idolize no one except myself. I thank no one, except myself," retorted the being.
"Oh, I think in time your opinion will change."
A sharp intake of air was audible as Harry bolted from his pillows.
'It was just a dream Potter. Just a dream. Don't get all worked up. You defeated him a long time ago. Don't worry. Just breathe. Deep breaths.' But Harry couldn't shake the image burned into his mind of the eyes. Coal red, as if heat was actually radiating from them. He didn't know who those eyes belonged to. The other voice though, not attached to those eyes, he could recognize. He tried not to think about it. He felt his hands covering his ears to block out that hideous voice without. It only got louder.
'I'm going mad. This is ridiculous. You're supposed to be a man,' he screamed inside his head as the cackling got louder and those fiery eyes came towards him once more.
A/N: Alright, I'm absolutely horrible. You can slap me if you want for not updating for almost a year. That's awful of me. ::all reviewers come out to beat the crap out of Jen:: Right...I deserved that. ::sigh:: I hope this was alright. If not, tomatoes are acceptable...they were deserved. I need to get this story moving. Horrible case of writer's block lately. In order to get the plot that I have going, I need to do some character development and what not... ahh..right..i'll stop rambling.
Please do review. If you have any suggestions or constructive criticism, that would be wonderful. If you have flamers, that would be unacceptable. If you think it sucked, I would love to know, just tell me the reason WHY. That's all I ask. Right, I'll get back to writing chappie 4 now.
Much Love, Jen
"So could you remind me again why we can't tell them anything?" Ron asked Hermione in reference to the future Mr. and Mrs. Potter.
"Because, you imbecile, if we do, we change the course of history. And that would be B-A-D Weasel." Draco replied acidly.
"B-A-D! That spells bad! What an extensive vocabulary you contain in your puny mind, Malfoy. And by the way, I didn't ask you, you ignoramus. I asked Hermione."
"Well, Weasel, seeing as how we're currently tied together, it's somewhat hard not to eavesdrop over your 'classified' conversations."
"Both of you stop right NOW! I don't care if you insult each other from here to Timbuktu! Just don't do it when I'm right in the middle!"
"Yes, Mione" both boys replied sheepishly.
"Where's Timbuktu?" Ron wondered aloud.
An exasperated 'Oh' coupled with Draco's shouts of agony and protest were heard as Hermione ran up to Lupin's side.
"Professor, what are we going to do with Lily and James?" The Professor turned around to look at his school friends who were huddled at the back of the group in apparently deep conversation.
"Well, for now, virtually nothing. They're getting along, they're being quiet, and they really can't do anything. We're headed towards one of the old heads' rooms. Actually, their old heads' room, just so the shock of the journey doesn't seep all the way in. You know, Dumbledore's idea. We just have to try and make them as comfortable as possible while he tries to figure out why they're here. Of course, he probably already knows why, and is just sorting out the minute details because, well, that's Dumbledore for you"
Little did he realize how very far from the truth he was. Enclosed behind the door and its griffin knocker of his office, Dumbledore could be found pacing, sporadically turning to walk in the opposite direction. Incoherent mumbling could also be heard. When McGonagall poked her head in to find out if everything was all right, she was shocked to find the headmaster acting even more crazy than normal.
"Oh Minerva, don't look at me like that. Based on what Lily and James said, it's happening. Finally. We just might have a chance."
"A chance at what Albus?"
"What we've been working on for all of eternity," Dumbledore said as he looked at McGonagall with a slight smile.
Back in the corridor, Lily and James were whispering amongst themselves.
"So, what are we doing?"
"We're trying to figure out why the hell there are six people escorting us to an undisclosed location and keep looking back, giving us funny glances like we are deranged. It also might be nice to know HOW THE HELL WE GOT HERE!!!" she answered sarcastically.
"Well, so much for pleasantries in the future..."
"Oh shut your mouth, Potter."
"You think you're so perfect don't you. With your perfect life and your perfect family. Perfect grades. Perfect friends. Just..PERFECT!"
"You think my life is PERFECT?! Shows how much you really know. And looks who's talking you hypocrite! You have the perfect house with the perfect Stepford family! You have the most well-known, prestigious name in the wizarding community and your father was MINISTER OF MAGIC!! Did I not mention your 'James Potter is a Sexy Man' fan club, your group of fabulous, equally famous friends, and your almost impeccable grades?? "I'm sure you don't have to go home and be-"
"Yes?.."
"Nothing, it's unimportant."
"What Stepford?" asked James in an attempt to calm the fiery redhead down.
"It's a movie, came out two years ago in '75. American-made. Pretty decent considering. Katharine Ross was in it. All of the families are perfect. The mother is subservient and...perfect as anything. Hard to explain.."
"My mother is not subservient...and she is not perfect. My family is not perfect no matter what you might believe, you arrogant, no-nothing bitch," James retaliated in a dangerously low, even voice. "If it is possible, do not even talk to me for the remainder of this little trip through hell unless it is in dire need."
"Well! We're here!" said an enthusiastic Remus, purposefully ignoring the death glares they were shooting at each other.
Hermione leaned over to whisper in Remus' ear, "Professor, are you sure it would be wise to leave them alone in the same room overnight. They look like they're going to kill each other."
"Oh, it's quite alright, we had to do this once or twice at the beginning of seventh year. They survive, barely, but they do survive." Remus answered humorously. "How about this, Miss Granger? I will deposit all of you back at your dorms, and then I will come back here every hour to make sure everything is in order."
"That sounds fine. Just as long as they don't murder each other in their sleep."
The Professor turned to his old friends. "So, Lily, James, I will come back every hour to make sure you're all right, after I take these hooligans to their dorms. Sound all right to you?"
Neither responded but merely walked into the now open head's dorm without taking their eyes off of each other. A loud bang was heard next from one, the group outside was not quite sure which one, of the teenagers slamming the portrait door closed.
"Well, that went rather well." Harry voiced sarcastically before heading off in the direction of Gryffindor tower, not bothering to wait for the rest of the group.
"Right, well, we're going to drop off Hermione and Draco first. Harry needs a bit of time, you know. A lot to absorb." Remus said.
After about thirty minutes of wandering the corridors, being asked incessant questions and distributing the students at different places, along with a warning not to tell anyone uneeded information, Remus was exhausted. He dropped into bed, not even bothering to check in on Lily and James.
Two burning eyes looked out from an ebony hood.
"Why am I here?" hissed an angry voice.
"I brought you here. You should be thanking me on bended knee. In the end, you will be."
"I work for no one, except myself. I idolize no one except myself. I thank no one, except myself," retorted the being.
"Oh, I think in time your opinion will change."
A sharp intake of air was audible as Harry bolted from his pillows.
'It was just a dream Potter. Just a dream. Don't get all worked up. You defeated him a long time ago. Don't worry. Just breathe. Deep breaths.' But Harry couldn't shake the image burned into his mind of the eyes. Coal red, as if heat was actually radiating from them. He didn't know who those eyes belonged to. The other voice though, not attached to those eyes, he could recognize. He tried not to think about it. He felt his hands covering his ears to block out that hideous voice without. It only got louder.
'I'm going mad. This is ridiculous. You're supposed to be a man,' he screamed inside his head as the cackling got louder and those fiery eyes came towards him once more.
A/N: Alright, I'm absolutely horrible. You can slap me if you want for not updating for almost a year. That's awful of me. ::all reviewers come out to beat the crap out of Jen:: Right...I deserved that. ::sigh:: I hope this was alright. If not, tomatoes are acceptable...they were deserved. I need to get this story moving. Horrible case of writer's block lately. In order to get the plot that I have going, I need to do some character development and what not... ahh..right..i'll stop rambling.
Please do review. If you have any suggestions or constructive criticism, that would be wonderful. If you have flamers, that would be unacceptable. If you think it sucked, I would love to know, just tell me the reason WHY. That's all I ask. Right, I'll get back to writing chappie 4 now.
Much Love, Jen