Long time, no update, huh? I've been busy focusing on my other story The Secrets That We Keep, which is doing quite well for starting out with little to no response. I'm so happy! -is tickled pink- So, that's why I've been neglecting this story. I'm sorry. -hands head in shame- Reviews are a very potent aphrodisiac. Not in the sexual way, but in the way that success goes to your head and you tend to forget other things. Yes. Anyway. Reviewer Response:
Jace Quin: Hmm, good question. -evil smile- And that is one that you will know the answer to when I reveal it. Remus: That means, when she figures out a good enough reason... HUSH! Yes, he is right, sadly... NO! PICK UP YOUR MIND! SOMEONE MAY EAT IT! -tears for your mind that was left in MacDonald's-
Marauder Number 5: HI! Yes, Siri has a girlfriend. Well... had... Long story, will explain in later chapters... Remus: When she figures out a good excuse for them being mortal enemies. Do you always have to rain on my parade, Remus? Remus: No, I just like to bring humor to your responses with my sarcastic remarks and telling the readers your hidden meanings. Hmm... I see... In any case... Nope! Fred and George never miss a chance, bless their hearts. They're so great. I had to change my name on MSN messenger because of issues with a guy. He was scary... LoL, but here's my new Maybe you can catch me online sometime and we can chat.
Lilolu: Yes, send him to his room! Remus: He needs to be sent there more often if you ask me. You're heading the right way to being sent to your room... Anyway, glad that you like Hope. She's a pretty cool chick when you get to know her, which everyone will because she's going to be a big part in this story. WEEEEEEEEEE! You IM me sometime, girl! LoL.
Thanks again for everyone who reviewed. Luvs to all!
Disclaimer: I own no one or nothing from the Harry Potter books. They all belong to J. K. Rowling and I am not writing this for any financial gain whatsoever. Just for the reviews. Which are fun.
Monsters and Men
A man paced around the small space of his rented flat. The curtains were drawn. The lights were all off. The room was pitch black. Just how he liked it. Too much light was distracting. It would distract his thoughts. It would bring attention to him.That was the last thing he wanted at this point. All eyes on him...
"Monster..."
The world slipped from his lips. How many times had he heard it? Out on the streets they whispered it behind their hands to one another. In pubs and inns, they said it outloud thinking he couldn't hear them. He heard him, though. Yes, he heard. Every whisper, every word, he could even see it in their eyes if it wasn't on their lips. He was a monster. How had he become this... thing?
Last summer, he thought. Yes, that was when it happened. He had given his hand so his Lord and Master would be able to once more be flesh a blood, a real man, not just the shadow he had been for 14 years. That night, the Dark Lord had risen again, and all because of his faithfulness. Was it his fault the Potter boy had defeated him once again then escaped back to Hogwarts? Was he to blame? The Dark Lord had thought so. He had cast out his most loyal servant.
Stung by the bitterness of his rejection, the servant had wandered. There had seemed no purpose to his exsistance now. His life had been spared, his hand taken away, and both to serve as a reminder of his failure. Then came that night...
In a pub he had sat, staring down at his glass as he had done so many nights before that, contemplating ways to prove himself worthy again. There just seemed to be no answer. Perhaps he really was useless to everyone.
"May I join you," a soft voice had asked. He looked up to spot a cloaked figure standing in front of him. He nodded slightly and the figure sat.
"You looked lonely," the voice said. "I thought you needed company."
He only nodded. The voice went on, saying something he didn't care to listen to. The soft lull of it, though, set him in a calm mood. Nothing seemed to matter anymore. Just the tone of that voice. Cool air suddenly surrounded him. He was outside, the noise of the pub gone now. His back pressed against the rough bark of a tree. All around him, the sounds of the night carried on, not paying the man or the cloaked figure any mind.
"Where are we," he asked softly. "Where are we going?"
"Nowhere..."
His eyes looked at where the figures eyes would have been. What he saw, though, were no human eyes. Red, shining, cold eyes stared back at him. There was something sinister about those eyes. Something probing. He could feel the thing reading his mind. Then there was pain. It all came in such a blinding rush that he should have fallen to his knees, were he standing on the ground at all. The figure was holding him up against the tree, far off the ground, with one cold, stark white hand. His screams of agony were heard by no one but the creatures of the night.
"That's right... scream..." The figure laughed a harsh laugh, a sound of pure evil. The very flesh on his bones seemed to suck to him, screaming in pain.
He found himself on the ground once more. The person was gone. He was alone in the forest, just on the edge of the sleepy town. With short, stumbling steps, he made his way back to the flat he had rented beside an abandoned old bread shop. There were screams from all around him, or was that every cell in his body screaming in pain?
As the lights flicked on in his flat, he winced. Too bright... Something caught his eye. There was someone in his flat! His hand went into his pocket and pulled out his wand. The first hex that came to mind was sent flying at the intruder from his wandtip. It bounced back, making him duck to avoid it. Wait... bounced back...?
The hex had hit the mirror, and had cracked it slightly. He moved closer to it. The realization of what was happening sent him screaming again. There was no intruder in his flat. The face... if you could call it a face... had been his own... That skeletal, crusty face was his... He raised a hand to feel it. It felt like alligator hide. The rest of his body was the same as his face. The figure had turned him into a living raisin...
Ever since then, he was this monster. One thing had kept him going, though. He had finally figured out how to once more situate himself in his Master's favor. Yes, his Master. The one man who could turn him back to normal. The answer was so simple, he wondered why he hadn't thought about it sooner.
Harry Potter...
Jace Quin: Hmm, good question. -evil smile- And that is one that you will know the answer to when I reveal it. Remus: That means, when she figures out a good enough reason... HUSH! Yes, he is right, sadly... NO! PICK UP YOUR MIND! SOMEONE MAY EAT IT! -tears for your mind that was left in MacDonald's-
Marauder Number 5: HI! Yes, Siri has a girlfriend. Well... had... Long story, will explain in later chapters... Remus: When she figures out a good excuse for them being mortal enemies. Do you always have to rain on my parade, Remus? Remus: No, I just like to bring humor to your responses with my sarcastic remarks and telling the readers your hidden meanings. Hmm... I see... In any case... Nope! Fred and George never miss a chance, bless their hearts. They're so great. I had to change my name on MSN messenger because of issues with a guy. He was scary... LoL, but here's my new Maybe you can catch me online sometime and we can chat.
Lilolu: Yes, send him to his room! Remus: He needs to be sent there more often if you ask me. You're heading the right way to being sent to your room... Anyway, glad that you like Hope. She's a pretty cool chick when you get to know her, which everyone will because she's going to be a big part in this story. WEEEEEEEEEE! You IM me sometime, girl! LoL.
Thanks again for everyone who reviewed. Luvs to all!
Disclaimer: I own no one or nothing from the Harry Potter books. They all belong to J. K. Rowling and I am not writing this for any financial gain whatsoever. Just for the reviews. Which are fun.
Monsters and Men
A man paced around the small space of his rented flat. The curtains were drawn. The lights were all off. The room was pitch black. Just how he liked it. Too much light was distracting. It would distract his thoughts. It would bring attention to him.That was the last thing he wanted at this point. All eyes on him...
"Monster..."
The world slipped from his lips. How many times had he heard it? Out on the streets they whispered it behind their hands to one another. In pubs and inns, they said it outloud thinking he couldn't hear them. He heard him, though. Yes, he heard. Every whisper, every word, he could even see it in their eyes if it wasn't on their lips. He was a monster. How had he become this... thing?
Last summer, he thought. Yes, that was when it happened. He had given his hand so his Lord and Master would be able to once more be flesh a blood, a real man, not just the shadow he had been for 14 years. That night, the Dark Lord had risen again, and all because of his faithfulness. Was it his fault the Potter boy had defeated him once again then escaped back to Hogwarts? Was he to blame? The Dark Lord had thought so. He had cast out his most loyal servant.
Stung by the bitterness of his rejection, the servant had wandered. There had seemed no purpose to his exsistance now. His life had been spared, his hand taken away, and both to serve as a reminder of his failure. Then came that night...
In a pub he had sat, staring down at his glass as he had done so many nights before that, contemplating ways to prove himself worthy again. There just seemed to be no answer. Perhaps he really was useless to everyone.
"May I join you," a soft voice had asked. He looked up to spot a cloaked figure standing in front of him. He nodded slightly and the figure sat.
"You looked lonely," the voice said. "I thought you needed company."
He only nodded. The voice went on, saying something he didn't care to listen to. The soft lull of it, though, set him in a calm mood. Nothing seemed to matter anymore. Just the tone of that voice. Cool air suddenly surrounded him. He was outside, the noise of the pub gone now. His back pressed against the rough bark of a tree. All around him, the sounds of the night carried on, not paying the man or the cloaked figure any mind.
"Where are we," he asked softly. "Where are we going?"
"Nowhere..."
His eyes looked at where the figures eyes would have been. What he saw, though, were no human eyes. Red, shining, cold eyes stared back at him. There was something sinister about those eyes. Something probing. He could feel the thing reading his mind. Then there was pain. It all came in such a blinding rush that he should have fallen to his knees, were he standing on the ground at all. The figure was holding him up against the tree, far off the ground, with one cold, stark white hand. His screams of agony were heard by no one but the creatures of the night.
"That's right... scream..." The figure laughed a harsh laugh, a sound of pure evil. The very flesh on his bones seemed to suck to him, screaming in pain.
He found himself on the ground once more. The person was gone. He was alone in the forest, just on the edge of the sleepy town. With short, stumbling steps, he made his way back to the flat he had rented beside an abandoned old bread shop. There were screams from all around him, or was that every cell in his body screaming in pain?
As the lights flicked on in his flat, he winced. Too bright... Something caught his eye. There was someone in his flat! His hand went into his pocket and pulled out his wand. The first hex that came to mind was sent flying at the intruder from his wandtip. It bounced back, making him duck to avoid it. Wait... bounced back...?
The hex had hit the mirror, and had cracked it slightly. He moved closer to it. The realization of what was happening sent him screaming again. There was no intruder in his flat. The face... if you could call it a face... had been his own... That skeletal, crusty face was his... He raised a hand to feel it. It felt like alligator hide. The rest of his body was the same as his face. The figure had turned him into a living raisin...
Ever since then, he was this monster. One thing had kept him going, though. He had finally figured out how to once more situate himself in his Master's favor. Yes, his Master. The one man who could turn him back to normal. The answer was so simple, he wondered why he hadn't thought about it sooner.
Harry Potter...