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Chapter Fourteen
"Sirius why are we coming out here?"
The evening was still as Remus hurried after his friend through the streets of Hogsmeade. Sirius was, of course, in his dog form and as so couldn't answer but that didn't mean he didn't hear the question.
He barked and ran faster, making Remus sprint in the process. The cobbled stones beneath his feet began to thin out, turning into a well-worn path as the shops and houses became more and more spread out.
Remus clambered over the fence that Sirius had slipped through easily and struggled to keep the black dog in sight through the high grass in the fields. Finally he stopped behind an outcropping of rocks.
"You better have a good reason for this Padfoot."
"I saw someone out here last night. Something's going to happen, Moony, something bad."
His friend had truly crossed the line into insanely paranoid. "And how did you get to that conclusion?"
Sirius threw his hands into the air and ran them through his hair, hair that was lengthening once more. "The smell. It smelt familiar, like," he paced and stared at the darkening sky, "Something bad is going to happen here Moony, you have to understand me!" he repeated desperately.
Concern filled the other man, "What did it smell like, Sirius?"
"It's not important! You've just got to believe me!"
"What, Sirius? What does it smell like?" Remus held Sirius by the shoulders, unmoving. There were very few times when being a Werewolf had its advantages, but the enhanced strength did come in handy occasionally.
"You'll think I'm crazy if I tell you."
He smiled lightly, "I already do, my old friend."
"Remus! I'm being serious!"
"Then tell me!"
Sirius sighed and sank to the floor, like a heavy weight sat on his shoulders that he couldn't hold up for much longer.
"In the nursery, after,"
"After you got home that night?" Remus continued quietly,
He nodded.
Realization dawned. "You're worried that it was a Deatheater here, last night?"
Another nod.
"Have you told Dumbledore?"
A shake of the head, then, "I could be completely wrong, I don't need to bother Dumbledore with my suspicions."
"You mean paranoia?"
"Shut up, Moony."
Choosing to ignore that comment he spoke again, "So what are you going to do about it?"
"What're we're going to do, old friend. We're having a few nights out in the wilds."
----
The night air blanketed everything with thick cotton wool, nothing moved and the stars hid from sight behind a thick shield of clouds.
----
The night air blanketed everything with thick cotton wool, nothing moved and the stars hid from sight behind a thick shield of clouds.
Harry rolled his eyes at Ron and laughed with everyone else. Ron was currently prancing through the grass, doing an impression of Pansy Parkinson from their confrontation earlier that day.
Neville was talking shyly with a Hufflepuff girl whose name Harry couldn't remember, but if it had been daylight Harry would place his whole small fortune that the Gryffindor was blushing.
"Sweet, aren't they?" Orion whispered from behind where she'd been talking with Hermione.
"I head that he asked her out." Lavender supplied not quite so quietly. She was promptly told to hush up.
Professor Tasny led her group of Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs through the tangled knee-high grass, keeping a watchful eye on all of them. Their plan, so carefully planned over the last two weeks, would go smoothly as a knife cut through butter.
Making sure she had all their attentions she smiled, "Alright class, who can tell me what a 'Will on the Wisp' does? Or why are they so dangerous?"
Predictably, Hermione Granger raised her hand,
"Will on the Wisps hold up magical lights on meadows, hoping to lure lost travellers to lakes and cliffs."
"Correct Miss Granger, I'll be sure to add five points to Gryffindor when we get back. Can any one tell me what the little critters look like?"
Cue said, a flash of light shot into the sky from behind a nearby group of trees. The Dark Mark bloomed, glowing an eerie green.
Lavender Brown screamed, but was drowned out by the multiple cracks that followed. Robed Figures began appearing around the Fifth Years, masks concealing their faces and wands pointed menacingly.
Four rushed forward, pulling a select four students from their mist and holding them around the throat.
"Time to say goodbye." One of the figures muttered sadistically before reaching into his pocket and disappearing. The final three were quick to follow suit.
A huge black dog leapt out of hiding to where one of them had been standing, snarling with its teeth bared.
Tasny let a smile fill her features as she pulled Orion Taylor roughly by the hood of her cloak and held her wand to her throat staring at the dog, as she spoke, "Mustn't forget about you The Dark Lord would be ever so displeased if I didn't get you, Orion Black. Why don't you wave goodbye to your father?"
And then she touched the Portkey.
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serrebi: g I sooo love your reviews! They make me happy :D
Darienetta Stoke: sigh i won't give up on it.... it just won't be at the top of my 'to write' list from now on, since nobody seems to like it. It will get finished though -for you and Serrebi :D
Chapter Fourteen
"Sirius why are we coming out here?"
The evening was still as Remus hurried after his friend through the streets of Hogsmeade. Sirius was, of course, in his dog form and as so couldn't answer but that didn't mean he didn't hear the question.
He barked and ran faster, making Remus sprint in the process. The cobbled stones beneath his feet began to thin out, turning into a well-worn path as the shops and houses became more and more spread out.
Remus clambered over the fence that Sirius had slipped through easily and struggled to keep the black dog in sight through the high grass in the fields. Finally he stopped behind an outcropping of rocks.
"You better have a good reason for this Padfoot."
"I saw someone out here last night. Something's going to happen, Moony, something bad."
His friend had truly crossed the line into insanely paranoid. "And how did you get to that conclusion?"
Sirius threw his hands into the air and ran them through his hair, hair that was lengthening once more. "The smell. It smelt familiar, like," he paced and stared at the darkening sky, "Something bad is going to happen here Moony, you have to understand me!" he repeated desperately.
Concern filled the other man, "What did it smell like, Sirius?"
"It's not important! You've just got to believe me!"
"What, Sirius? What does it smell like?" Remus held Sirius by the shoulders, unmoving. There were very few times when being a Werewolf had its advantages, but the enhanced strength did come in handy occasionally.
"You'll think I'm crazy if I tell you."
He smiled lightly, "I already do, my old friend."
"Remus! I'm being serious!"
"Then tell me!"
Sirius sighed and sank to the floor, like a heavy weight sat on his shoulders that he couldn't hold up for much longer.
"In the nursery, after,"
"After you got home that night?" Remus continued quietly,
He nodded.
Realization dawned. "You're worried that it was a Deatheater here, last night?"
Another nod.
"Have you told Dumbledore?"
A shake of the head, then, "I could be completely wrong, I don't need to bother Dumbledore with my suspicions."
"You mean paranoia?"
"Shut up, Moony."
Choosing to ignore that comment he spoke again, "So what are you going to do about it?"
"What're we're going to do, old friend. We're having a few nights out in the wilds."
----
The night air blanketed everything with thick cotton wool, nothing moved and the stars hid from sight behind a thick shield of clouds.
----
The night air blanketed everything with thick cotton wool, nothing moved and the stars hid from sight behind a thick shield of clouds.
Harry rolled his eyes at Ron and laughed with everyone else. Ron was currently prancing through the grass, doing an impression of Pansy Parkinson from their confrontation earlier that day.
Neville was talking shyly with a Hufflepuff girl whose name Harry couldn't remember, but if it had been daylight Harry would place his whole small fortune that the Gryffindor was blushing.
"Sweet, aren't they?" Orion whispered from behind where she'd been talking with Hermione.
"I head that he asked her out." Lavender supplied not quite so quietly. She was promptly told to hush up.
Professor Tasny led her group of Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs through the tangled knee-high grass, keeping a watchful eye on all of them. Their plan, so carefully planned over the last two weeks, would go smoothly as a knife cut through butter.
Making sure she had all their attentions she smiled, "Alright class, who can tell me what a 'Will on the Wisp' does? Or why are they so dangerous?"
Predictably, Hermione Granger raised her hand,
"Will on the Wisps hold up magical lights on meadows, hoping to lure lost travellers to lakes and cliffs."
"Correct Miss Granger, I'll be sure to add five points to Gryffindor when we get back. Can any one tell me what the little critters look like?"
Cue said, a flash of light shot into the sky from behind a nearby group of trees. The Dark Mark bloomed, glowing an eerie green.
Lavender Brown screamed, but was drowned out by the multiple cracks that followed. Robed Figures began appearing around the Fifth Years, masks concealing their faces and wands pointed menacingly.
Four rushed forward, pulling a select four students from their mist and holding them around the throat.
"Time to say goodbye." One of the figures muttered sadistically before reaching into his pocket and disappearing. The final three were quick to follow suit.
A huge black dog leapt out of hiding to where one of them had been standing, snarling with its teeth bared.
Tasny let a smile fill her features as she pulled Orion Taylor roughly by the hood of her cloak and held her wand to her throat staring at the dog, as she spoke, "Mustn't forget about you The Dark Lord would be ever so displeased if I didn't get you, Orion Black. Why don't you wave goodbye to your father?"
And then she touched the Portkey.