Ewwyn, with all the speed she possessed raced into the forest, following
the scream. Her heart was beating fast. Suddenly it stopped, and she
followed where it had been coming from for about half an hour, going
quickly, and there was nothing there. An eerie silence had fallen over the
forest and Ewwyn shivered.
The Elf transported herself to Lupin's office immediately. The headmaster was sitting behind his desk going through some papers, but besides that it seemed to be empty of anyone else.
"Remus, I think you should keep your students away from the forest, it's important because I think something, or someone might be killing things in there. I heard a scream, it sounded like Dumbledore, well, what I imagine Dumbledore would sound like screaming, but then again, it may have been a trick." She was out of breath and feeling flushed.
"Thank you." Remus said, looking a little worried. "You should probably go back to Ranger Central, people will no doubt be getting worried."
"OK, but I will be back soon." She told him, hugged him then turned to leave.
"Oh, and Ewwyn?"
"Yes?" She turned around.
"Don't be too hard on Harry, get him to tell you the story."
Ewwyn flushed again, but nodded and left.
Remus sighed as he watched her go out the door. It was going to take some convincing of Harry's innocence. He felt really bad, still, about not trusting him. Harry was James' son! He wouldn't be evil; he was Harry. He represented everything good in the world. He was a warrior of the light. He was... Harry.
***
Harry didn't start teaching that day. He was going to wait for about a week so there was no suspicion. Remus was to tell the students the next morning of 'Professor Arend' taking over Defence Against the Dark Arts for a while.
Harry had the week to prepare classes and find out what Remus had taught them so far. But first Celestina, Elena and himself were going to Diagon Alley and London to look around.
***
"Guess what Ginny?" Elena said happily. Ginny gave her a questioning look. "I get to be in your year and attend classes for a while."
"Oh wow! Really? That's awesome!" Ginny exclaimed and hugged Elena. She laughed suddenly and Elena looked confused.
"What? Don't you think I'm smart enough?" Elena was bewildered.
"No, of course I do. I mean, I remember when you were really little and I'd hug you and you'd tell me you loved me and stuff. It was so cute. It's so, weird, you being here again, and just a bit older than me because the last time I saw you, you were four/five."
"Oh, that's all." Elena grinned. "Ah well Gin, you know I love you." She batted her eyelashes jokingly. "Do you love me?"
"Of course I do." Ginny giggled.
The two were in the common room, everyone else was at dinner but they had wanted to catch up and Elena had wanted to tell Ginny about the classes.
"And, can you keep a secret?" Elena asked quietly.
"Yes. If you want me to."
"Ok, well, firstly, do you trust my father?" Elena questioned.
"Yes, I do. I believe him." Ginny said, wondering where this was going.
"Well, tomorrow morning Remus is going to announce that Professor Arend is taking over Defence with Sirius. Professor Arend is really my dad, though." Elena was smiling. "But you can't tell anyone. Not even Ron and Hermione. They told me that they were sorry, but they don't trust him."
Ginny was still trying to get her head around the fact that Harry was ten years older than her, he was grown up and... mature. Well, he's always been mature but he was grown up! Now to find out he was going to be her teacher? That was freaky. Really freaky.
***
"It's such a dull name, Regnak." Said the young looking man. He looked to still be in his teens. He was talking to an old man with a long white beard and hair, his eyes were red and bright. They really didn't suit the old man. The young man, however, had short spiked black hair, blood red eyes and pale skin. His eyes though, had a sort of dullness about them, they were hazy, not bright.
"Yes, but, it's a name that will cause Potter to become untrustworthy once more."
"Still, I would prefer the name 'Slang'."
"Slang, Harry?" Regnak asked.
"Yes, Slang. I read it once. It is Dutch for snake."
Regnak really did worry about Harry sometimes. He was a weird one. He'd talk to himself, laugh at things that weren't funny, his way of killing was quite odd, and his ideas were rather bland.
"Regnak, Harry," said a man who just walked in on their little talk. "Sirs, the old man is getting ... restless? I'm not sure. But he's starting to become a worry."
"Just keep him alive for a little longer, Wolfshead, once we have what we need your efforts will be payed off, you can help Regnak and I dispose of him." Harry laughed violently. "And, will you no longer call me Harry? I shall now be known as 'Slang – the slaughterer!" Harry flourished his hands about as he said it.
"Slang – the slaughterer, sir?"
"Yes." Slang said.
"Ok, sir. It is, uh, very nice."
"Yes, I thought it had a nice ring to it. Beautiful, don't you think?"
"Yes, sir. Sir, I had better go before the old man does something. Goodbye, sirs."
Wolfshead left the room. Wondering not for the first time how he had become mixed with these people. It was frightening, he was lead by a madman, who was followed up by an idiot, and Wolfshead didn't even have any special amount of power. He was just an average wizard in a stupid position.
The old man was sitting in his cell calmly, the bars radiating a blue colour to show that the magic was at work to keep him in there. He smiled at Wolfshead. Wolfshead smiled back. At least he had one friend in all this.
***
Harry stared out the window of his room. The moon had a light red hue about it. You'd think they would have been able to think up something original, Harry thought broodingly as he watched the befouled moon rise.
He watched it for about an hour, just staring transfixed at it as it rose, before seating himself on the ground facing the window and closing his eyes.
He could feel the magic pulse through him and welcomed the feeling. It made him feel alive. It was part of him. Nothing could go wrong while he was himself, full and undying. He was sure of it. He hoped.
He opened his eyes again and the moon shone gold. That wasn't supposed to happen, but at least it wasn't red. Hopefully the muggles wouldn't notice the difference, but he seriously doubted it.
They would find out soon, and the time of the wizards as anonymous would end. It was drawing close; Harry could feel it. And he was afraid.
***
Helena and Ewwyn watched as the moon rose over their Head quarters. All traces of red were gone from it. Now it was shining a brilliant golden colour.
"Ewwyn, I don't think that's evil doing." Helena said slowly. "It looks pretty." She added smiling, for some unknown reason. Ewwyn was also smiling.
***
Elle sat on the park bench with her boyfriend. As the moon came up that night something changed. It was gold! At first it was scary, and Michael looked terrified. But then, a feeling of complete calm washed over them and they kissed in the moonlight. It was the best ever! Elle had a feeling she would remember this night forever.
***
Wolfshead and the old man looked out at the moon through the cells window. Both were smiling brightly and began to talk together like old friends. It was a good night, and Wolfshead wasn't worried about anything. Even Slang and Regnak were prancing about the castles like they were on top of the world. Doing good deeds for others in their ranks. But, Wolfshead wondered, how long would it last?
*********
Ok well guys that took a bloody long time eh? Sorry I haven't been updating, I have been real lazy, as always. But hey, I'm getting back into this story again. Though I really have to read the first one again. I'm on holidays at the moment, so that's pretty boring, and so yeah, I've mainly been reading and decided to check out good ol' fanfiction.net again. So here I am and here I go! See ya's later.
AllieSkittllez. I have now changed my name to Spiccles. Please review. If I get hmm... ten reviews, I will get another chapter out asap.
The Elf transported herself to Lupin's office immediately. The headmaster was sitting behind his desk going through some papers, but besides that it seemed to be empty of anyone else.
"Remus, I think you should keep your students away from the forest, it's important because I think something, or someone might be killing things in there. I heard a scream, it sounded like Dumbledore, well, what I imagine Dumbledore would sound like screaming, but then again, it may have been a trick." She was out of breath and feeling flushed.
"Thank you." Remus said, looking a little worried. "You should probably go back to Ranger Central, people will no doubt be getting worried."
"OK, but I will be back soon." She told him, hugged him then turned to leave.
"Oh, and Ewwyn?"
"Yes?" She turned around.
"Don't be too hard on Harry, get him to tell you the story."
Ewwyn flushed again, but nodded and left.
Remus sighed as he watched her go out the door. It was going to take some convincing of Harry's innocence. He felt really bad, still, about not trusting him. Harry was James' son! He wouldn't be evil; he was Harry. He represented everything good in the world. He was a warrior of the light. He was... Harry.
***
Harry didn't start teaching that day. He was going to wait for about a week so there was no suspicion. Remus was to tell the students the next morning of 'Professor Arend' taking over Defence Against the Dark Arts for a while.
Harry had the week to prepare classes and find out what Remus had taught them so far. But first Celestina, Elena and himself were going to Diagon Alley and London to look around.
***
"Guess what Ginny?" Elena said happily. Ginny gave her a questioning look. "I get to be in your year and attend classes for a while."
"Oh wow! Really? That's awesome!" Ginny exclaimed and hugged Elena. She laughed suddenly and Elena looked confused.
"What? Don't you think I'm smart enough?" Elena was bewildered.
"No, of course I do. I mean, I remember when you were really little and I'd hug you and you'd tell me you loved me and stuff. It was so cute. It's so, weird, you being here again, and just a bit older than me because the last time I saw you, you were four/five."
"Oh, that's all." Elena grinned. "Ah well Gin, you know I love you." She batted her eyelashes jokingly. "Do you love me?"
"Of course I do." Ginny giggled.
The two were in the common room, everyone else was at dinner but they had wanted to catch up and Elena had wanted to tell Ginny about the classes.
"And, can you keep a secret?" Elena asked quietly.
"Yes. If you want me to."
"Ok, well, firstly, do you trust my father?" Elena questioned.
"Yes, I do. I believe him." Ginny said, wondering where this was going.
"Well, tomorrow morning Remus is going to announce that Professor Arend is taking over Defence with Sirius. Professor Arend is really my dad, though." Elena was smiling. "But you can't tell anyone. Not even Ron and Hermione. They told me that they were sorry, but they don't trust him."
Ginny was still trying to get her head around the fact that Harry was ten years older than her, he was grown up and... mature. Well, he's always been mature but he was grown up! Now to find out he was going to be her teacher? That was freaky. Really freaky.
***
"It's such a dull name, Regnak." Said the young looking man. He looked to still be in his teens. He was talking to an old man with a long white beard and hair, his eyes were red and bright. They really didn't suit the old man. The young man, however, had short spiked black hair, blood red eyes and pale skin. His eyes though, had a sort of dullness about them, they were hazy, not bright.
"Yes, but, it's a name that will cause Potter to become untrustworthy once more."
"Still, I would prefer the name 'Slang'."
"Slang, Harry?" Regnak asked.
"Yes, Slang. I read it once. It is Dutch for snake."
Regnak really did worry about Harry sometimes. He was a weird one. He'd talk to himself, laugh at things that weren't funny, his way of killing was quite odd, and his ideas were rather bland.
"Regnak, Harry," said a man who just walked in on their little talk. "Sirs, the old man is getting ... restless? I'm not sure. But he's starting to become a worry."
"Just keep him alive for a little longer, Wolfshead, once we have what we need your efforts will be payed off, you can help Regnak and I dispose of him." Harry laughed violently. "And, will you no longer call me Harry? I shall now be known as 'Slang – the slaughterer!" Harry flourished his hands about as he said it.
"Slang – the slaughterer, sir?"
"Yes." Slang said.
"Ok, sir. It is, uh, very nice."
"Yes, I thought it had a nice ring to it. Beautiful, don't you think?"
"Yes, sir. Sir, I had better go before the old man does something. Goodbye, sirs."
Wolfshead left the room. Wondering not for the first time how he had become mixed with these people. It was frightening, he was lead by a madman, who was followed up by an idiot, and Wolfshead didn't even have any special amount of power. He was just an average wizard in a stupid position.
The old man was sitting in his cell calmly, the bars radiating a blue colour to show that the magic was at work to keep him in there. He smiled at Wolfshead. Wolfshead smiled back. At least he had one friend in all this.
***
Harry stared out the window of his room. The moon had a light red hue about it. You'd think they would have been able to think up something original, Harry thought broodingly as he watched the befouled moon rise.
He watched it for about an hour, just staring transfixed at it as it rose, before seating himself on the ground facing the window and closing his eyes.
He could feel the magic pulse through him and welcomed the feeling. It made him feel alive. It was part of him. Nothing could go wrong while he was himself, full and undying. He was sure of it. He hoped.
He opened his eyes again and the moon shone gold. That wasn't supposed to happen, but at least it wasn't red. Hopefully the muggles wouldn't notice the difference, but he seriously doubted it.
They would find out soon, and the time of the wizards as anonymous would end. It was drawing close; Harry could feel it. And he was afraid.
***
Helena and Ewwyn watched as the moon rose over their Head quarters. All traces of red were gone from it. Now it was shining a brilliant golden colour.
"Ewwyn, I don't think that's evil doing." Helena said slowly. "It looks pretty." She added smiling, for some unknown reason. Ewwyn was also smiling.
***
Elle sat on the park bench with her boyfriend. As the moon came up that night something changed. It was gold! At first it was scary, and Michael looked terrified. But then, a feeling of complete calm washed over them and they kissed in the moonlight. It was the best ever! Elle had a feeling she would remember this night forever.
***
Wolfshead and the old man looked out at the moon through the cells window. Both were smiling brightly and began to talk together like old friends. It was a good night, and Wolfshead wasn't worried about anything. Even Slang and Regnak were prancing about the castles like they were on top of the world. Doing good deeds for others in their ranks. But, Wolfshead wondered, how long would it last?
*********
Ok well guys that took a bloody long time eh? Sorry I haven't been updating, I have been real lazy, as always. But hey, I'm getting back into this story again. Though I really have to read the first one again. I'm on holidays at the moment, so that's pretty boring, and so yeah, I've mainly been reading and decided to check out good ol' fanfiction.net again. So here I am and here I go! See ya's later.
AllieSkittllez. I have now changed my name to Spiccles. Please review. If I get hmm... ten reviews, I will get another chapter out asap.