Battle for Unity
Chapter Four
I looked back at my father. I did not understand fully what he was doing at the time, but to a bystander, it was a bit obvious. My father, the man I admired most, was tying me down to a tree with an extremely strong, silver chains. I was highly suspicious about what, exactly, he was doing, but I decided not to question it. I remained amiable, although I hid the fact I was scared.
It was getting dark, and I thought that my father would have untied me by now. He didn't. Instead, I saw him getting ready to leave.
"Father! What are you doing?! Aren't you going to untie me?!" I said, unknowingly why I had to stay here, in the cold dark, on the day of a full moon, without anyone. And all my father did was turn his head, smile, and say:
"It's all right, Remus. Nothing will get you. You're too strong." And he left.
The smile he left me gave me some comfort somewhat. I was still so alone. At that time, I was reminiscing on my latest dreams. Horrifying, appalling, deadly, scary dreams that only a child, such as the age I was at that time (about six years), would dream up of. The dream was about me being attacked and eaten by a huge monster. They were the ones that were big and hairy, not the kind that were funny with big heads.
I looked up at the sky to see what I loved to see, a full moon. Of course, the moon wasn't completely full until the clouds would uncover it, but it looked like the clouds were pulling away from it now. The moon was always a pretty thing to me. I always loved the full moon best. It used to be my favorite. Please, put an emphasis on "used to be."
As the last cloud moved away, I began to change. I started feeling, stronger! My chains were beginning to get tighter, so I somehow broke through it. For some reason, it felt like it hurt more than it should have been. This weird, new feeling erupted inside me, like I was a whole other person. I had no idea what exactly happened afterward.
When I woke up, I saw the trees around me were scratched, and some were broken. Who could do such a terrible thing? I thought. I lifted myself up, somehow surprised that I didn't have any clothes or wasn't still tied by the chain. I looked around before I noticed the tree that was behind was reduced to nothing more than splinters and toothpicks.
I felt a little wet stuff on my hands and body. I also had this unusual taste in my mouth. I looked down at my hands and the surrounding ground. Blood was everywhere. I wasn't hurt, so it wasn't my own. I did notice, however, a huge corpse of a dead bear, probably killed by something even hell couldn't describe. I was covered in that blood, created by that monster. This horrible, dirty feeling overcame me, and I ran towards the sound of water to wash the horrible substance off.
No matter how much I would wash my hands, that image would remain in my head forever. And no matter how many times I would take a bath, the stains of blood would find a home in my lonely heart forever. The river showed me the truth, and my mind revealed it. The scar on my right shoulder, where the monster would keep biting me in my dreams, gave me proof. I was not an innocent boy anymore. I was a dirty thing, touched by evil. I hated myself. And yet, I still lived, because I had a debt to pay to the world.
*** End flashback ***
Lupin woke up from his sudden daydream. His back was slouched towards a store wall in Diagon Alley. Unknowingly, he was drooling on his best robes during the daydream, since he was just half-awake. Quickly, he wiped as much drool as he could with his hand, wiped it on his pants, and adjusted himself into a proper posture. After all, the first Hogwarts professor he would see would meet him here and, he didn't want him to think lowly of him.
***
Remember the trick, remember the trick, I was hymning to myself as I got walked towards the station. Platform nine and three quarters was what I was looking for because, I, Peter Pettigrew, was going to Hogwarts! Unfortunately, I really didn't want to go. You see, I was taking a trip to hell! That's what! Oh my gosh! Did I just say that?! Oh no! Lord, please forgive me for using the h-word in my head so horribly.
Unlike the other people, I was coming to Howarts because of my faith. I was a Christian-boy, yet our people, witches and wizards, didn't think highly of it. When I was chosen, my mother wouldn't let my say "no." So, here I was, looking for Platform nine and three quarters. When I went in, I searched for the infamous platform, but it was not there.
I knew much better than to actually go around looking and asking for a witch or wizard in this place full of muggles. So I did something much clever, or so I thought, instead. Instead, I waited at with my back against a pillar. Sooner or later, one of my people is bound to show up here. Luckily enough, I was right.
"Hey kid! Move! Don't ya know you're blocking the way?!" It was an old guy that yelled. And by the looks of things, he didn't seem to happy. "I said move, boy!"
I darted away from the pillar and just watched as he brought a boy that looked a little older than me in front of him and towards the pillar I was leaning on. The boy scooted to the side and rushed in. It was quite amazing how wizards could make such things. The old man, who was still here, came towards me though.
I took a good look at him. He was old and frail. He had a perpetual look of exhaustion despite the fact that his loud voice could be heard through out the station. He wore something that looked like a wizard who had never been to any part of the muggle world would wear. My suspicions proved to be correct the instant the man confronted me with nothing but disgust in that old, hard face.
"You, boy!" he cried out in a sound which sounded somewhat like annoyance, "You were watching weren't you? Muggle boys like you should mind another's affairs!"
I thought that the old geezer was mad! Did he actually just call me a muggle?! Sure, I was raised with a family that actually knew about muggles more than the usual wizard would know, but this guy shouldn't have thought of something like that. And in here, of all places, he did such a thing! Of course, though, I didn't want to say things so bluntly, especially with all these muggles around, but I wanted to do something before this old man did something that was totally unnecessary. Luckily, I'm a quick thinker.
"Hey, old man," I said, "St. Mungo's doesn't have an express train." It was a gem to see a sudden shock in his face. He was too busy being shocked that I was a wizard to notice that I had just given him an insult that was far from being good.
"Boy, you...you are a ..." the older man trembled out, "a-mph!" I stopped him from speaking with my hand. This old-timer was going to blurt out the whole secret of the wizard world! I had to do it. I let him go when I realized he wasn't going to say anything more about the subject. However, the minute I let go, he began to ask questions about me.
"So, is this your first year? HA-HA! No wonder you had no idea that you were in front of the barrier!" I took his statement as offensive. Although I barely showed it when I thought about God or in the presence of my family, but I somehow had this strange sense of pride with strangers. I would never allow any stranger to think low of me. Naturally, at least in my case, I responded with a little lie.
"I'm waiting for a friend I told him I'd wait for him here. I didn't want to lose him in case he didn't see me, so I blocked the passage." The lie seemed to work since the old man just apparated just then and there. Not wanting to seem stupid about the lie, I did the same exact thing I did before, except I really was waiting for a boy to show up. Any boy would do. If anyone was watching, I could be a laughing stock.
Just as it would have it, a kid my age did turn up. He had red hair and green eyes, or so that's what I thought, and looked around aimlessly with a rolling trunk of luggage. He advanced towards me and asked, "Excuse me, do you know where platform nine and three quarters is?"
This was perfect! Now, I won't seem foolish! I took the kid by the hand and thrust our luggage and our selves into the barrier. We arrived at the station well enough. However, the boy didn't seem too happy about it.
"Hey! What did you do that for?!" the mysterious kid asked.
"You said you wanted to get the platform nine and three quarters." I answered.
"Well, that doesn't mean you can just pull someone into a wall! What's wrong with you?!"
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! But anyway, since we're going to be classmates, why don't we introduce ourselves?"
He paused for a bit and started, "As you wish: "My name is Lily Evans and-"
"You're a GIRL?!" I interrupted. At that time, she looked so much like a tomboy. I couldn't believe it.
"Yeah, I am. So what? Are you gonna introduce yourself now?" For some reason, I sensed a bit of fear and excitement coming from her. She must be as nervous as I am. I was so relieve that we started off as equals.
"My name is Peter Pettigrew. It's nice to meet you Lily Evans. I guess that means we're friends now. I'm sorry about the mix-up." I had to be polite. She was a girl afterall.
"I guess so." Suddenly, the crowd seemed to thicken and a loud, erupting voice was heard.
"ATTENTION STUDENTS! THE TRAIN WILL NOW DEPART IN LESS THAN FIVE MINUTES! LEAVE YOUR BAGS, THEY WILL BE TAKEN CARE OF!"
It must have been a teacher's voice; it was screaming with stress and strictness. I looked towards my newfound friend and smiled.
"Shall we go in together?"
"Sure."
And so, Lily and I hopped aboard the Hogwarts Express, not knowing what it was to bring.
Author's Note: I am sorry to all of you. I had so much trouble putting this up. At first, Peter's original story was all finished. Then, some kind of virus messed it up. I took it as a sign and took this approach. I also figured out that if I was to give all the characters' very own chapters now, the real plot won't even start until more than a year probably. So, I decided that by the next chapter, the plot begins to unfold. Thanks for bearing with me! But most importantly, thank you very much for reading! Tune in next time where you'll meet the other six chosen ones and others. Also on a side note: I'm not planning to make Lily and Peter a couple, just zany friends. So, don't kill me Lily/James fans. And for the most part, Remus was suppose to kill a rabbit when he changed, but I figured a kid growing up in a forest wouldn't cringe too much at a rabbit corpse. He'd probably just take it home to eat it.
Chapter Four
I looked back at my father. I did not understand fully what he was doing at the time, but to a bystander, it was a bit obvious. My father, the man I admired most, was tying me down to a tree with an extremely strong, silver chains. I was highly suspicious about what, exactly, he was doing, but I decided not to question it. I remained amiable, although I hid the fact I was scared.
It was getting dark, and I thought that my father would have untied me by now. He didn't. Instead, I saw him getting ready to leave.
"Father! What are you doing?! Aren't you going to untie me?!" I said, unknowingly why I had to stay here, in the cold dark, on the day of a full moon, without anyone. And all my father did was turn his head, smile, and say:
"It's all right, Remus. Nothing will get you. You're too strong." And he left.
The smile he left me gave me some comfort somewhat. I was still so alone. At that time, I was reminiscing on my latest dreams. Horrifying, appalling, deadly, scary dreams that only a child, such as the age I was at that time (about six years), would dream up of. The dream was about me being attacked and eaten by a huge monster. They were the ones that were big and hairy, not the kind that were funny with big heads.
I looked up at the sky to see what I loved to see, a full moon. Of course, the moon wasn't completely full until the clouds would uncover it, but it looked like the clouds were pulling away from it now. The moon was always a pretty thing to me. I always loved the full moon best. It used to be my favorite. Please, put an emphasis on "used to be."
As the last cloud moved away, I began to change. I started feeling, stronger! My chains were beginning to get tighter, so I somehow broke through it. For some reason, it felt like it hurt more than it should have been. This weird, new feeling erupted inside me, like I was a whole other person. I had no idea what exactly happened afterward.
When I woke up, I saw the trees around me were scratched, and some were broken. Who could do such a terrible thing? I thought. I lifted myself up, somehow surprised that I didn't have any clothes or wasn't still tied by the chain. I looked around before I noticed the tree that was behind was reduced to nothing more than splinters and toothpicks.
I felt a little wet stuff on my hands and body. I also had this unusual taste in my mouth. I looked down at my hands and the surrounding ground. Blood was everywhere. I wasn't hurt, so it wasn't my own. I did notice, however, a huge corpse of a dead bear, probably killed by something even hell couldn't describe. I was covered in that blood, created by that monster. This horrible, dirty feeling overcame me, and I ran towards the sound of water to wash the horrible substance off.
No matter how much I would wash my hands, that image would remain in my head forever. And no matter how many times I would take a bath, the stains of blood would find a home in my lonely heart forever. The river showed me the truth, and my mind revealed it. The scar on my right shoulder, where the monster would keep biting me in my dreams, gave me proof. I was not an innocent boy anymore. I was a dirty thing, touched by evil. I hated myself. And yet, I still lived, because I had a debt to pay to the world.
*** End flashback ***
Lupin woke up from his sudden daydream. His back was slouched towards a store wall in Diagon Alley. Unknowingly, he was drooling on his best robes during the daydream, since he was just half-awake. Quickly, he wiped as much drool as he could with his hand, wiped it on his pants, and adjusted himself into a proper posture. After all, the first Hogwarts professor he would see would meet him here and, he didn't want him to think lowly of him.
***
Remember the trick, remember the trick, I was hymning to myself as I got walked towards the station. Platform nine and three quarters was what I was looking for because, I, Peter Pettigrew, was going to Hogwarts! Unfortunately, I really didn't want to go. You see, I was taking a trip to hell! That's what! Oh my gosh! Did I just say that?! Oh no! Lord, please forgive me for using the h-word in my head so horribly.
Unlike the other people, I was coming to Howarts because of my faith. I was a Christian-boy, yet our people, witches and wizards, didn't think highly of it. When I was chosen, my mother wouldn't let my say "no." So, here I was, looking for Platform nine and three quarters. When I went in, I searched for the infamous platform, but it was not there.
I knew much better than to actually go around looking and asking for a witch or wizard in this place full of muggles. So I did something much clever, or so I thought, instead. Instead, I waited at with my back against a pillar. Sooner or later, one of my people is bound to show up here. Luckily enough, I was right.
"Hey kid! Move! Don't ya know you're blocking the way?!" It was an old guy that yelled. And by the looks of things, he didn't seem to happy. "I said move, boy!"
I darted away from the pillar and just watched as he brought a boy that looked a little older than me in front of him and towards the pillar I was leaning on. The boy scooted to the side and rushed in. It was quite amazing how wizards could make such things. The old man, who was still here, came towards me though.
I took a good look at him. He was old and frail. He had a perpetual look of exhaustion despite the fact that his loud voice could be heard through out the station. He wore something that looked like a wizard who had never been to any part of the muggle world would wear. My suspicions proved to be correct the instant the man confronted me with nothing but disgust in that old, hard face.
"You, boy!" he cried out in a sound which sounded somewhat like annoyance, "You were watching weren't you? Muggle boys like you should mind another's affairs!"
I thought that the old geezer was mad! Did he actually just call me a muggle?! Sure, I was raised with a family that actually knew about muggles more than the usual wizard would know, but this guy shouldn't have thought of something like that. And in here, of all places, he did such a thing! Of course, though, I didn't want to say things so bluntly, especially with all these muggles around, but I wanted to do something before this old man did something that was totally unnecessary. Luckily, I'm a quick thinker.
"Hey, old man," I said, "St. Mungo's doesn't have an express train." It was a gem to see a sudden shock in his face. He was too busy being shocked that I was a wizard to notice that I had just given him an insult that was far from being good.
"Boy, you...you are a ..." the older man trembled out, "a-mph!" I stopped him from speaking with my hand. This old-timer was going to blurt out the whole secret of the wizard world! I had to do it. I let him go when I realized he wasn't going to say anything more about the subject. However, the minute I let go, he began to ask questions about me.
"So, is this your first year? HA-HA! No wonder you had no idea that you were in front of the barrier!" I took his statement as offensive. Although I barely showed it when I thought about God or in the presence of my family, but I somehow had this strange sense of pride with strangers. I would never allow any stranger to think low of me. Naturally, at least in my case, I responded with a little lie.
"I'm waiting for a friend I told him I'd wait for him here. I didn't want to lose him in case he didn't see me, so I blocked the passage." The lie seemed to work since the old man just apparated just then and there. Not wanting to seem stupid about the lie, I did the same exact thing I did before, except I really was waiting for a boy to show up. Any boy would do. If anyone was watching, I could be a laughing stock.
Just as it would have it, a kid my age did turn up. He had red hair and green eyes, or so that's what I thought, and looked around aimlessly with a rolling trunk of luggage. He advanced towards me and asked, "Excuse me, do you know where platform nine and three quarters is?"
This was perfect! Now, I won't seem foolish! I took the kid by the hand and thrust our luggage and our selves into the barrier. We arrived at the station well enough. However, the boy didn't seem too happy about it.
"Hey! What did you do that for?!" the mysterious kid asked.
"You said you wanted to get the platform nine and three quarters." I answered.
"Well, that doesn't mean you can just pull someone into a wall! What's wrong with you?!"
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! But anyway, since we're going to be classmates, why don't we introduce ourselves?"
He paused for a bit and started, "As you wish: "My name is Lily Evans and-"
"You're a GIRL?!" I interrupted. At that time, she looked so much like a tomboy. I couldn't believe it.
"Yeah, I am. So what? Are you gonna introduce yourself now?" For some reason, I sensed a bit of fear and excitement coming from her. She must be as nervous as I am. I was so relieve that we started off as equals.
"My name is Peter Pettigrew. It's nice to meet you Lily Evans. I guess that means we're friends now. I'm sorry about the mix-up." I had to be polite. She was a girl afterall.
"I guess so." Suddenly, the crowd seemed to thicken and a loud, erupting voice was heard.
"ATTENTION STUDENTS! THE TRAIN WILL NOW DEPART IN LESS THAN FIVE MINUTES! LEAVE YOUR BAGS, THEY WILL BE TAKEN CARE OF!"
It must have been a teacher's voice; it was screaming with stress and strictness. I looked towards my newfound friend and smiled.
"Shall we go in together?"
"Sure."
And so, Lily and I hopped aboard the Hogwarts Express, not knowing what it was to bring.
Author's Note: I am sorry to all of you. I had so much trouble putting this up. At first, Peter's original story was all finished. Then, some kind of virus messed it up. I took it as a sign and took this approach. I also figured out that if I was to give all the characters' very own chapters now, the real plot won't even start until more than a year probably. So, I decided that by the next chapter, the plot begins to unfold. Thanks for bearing with me! But most importantly, thank you very much for reading! Tune in next time where you'll meet the other six chosen ones and others. Also on a side note: I'm not planning to make Lily and Peter a couple, just zany friends. So, don't kill me Lily/James fans. And for the most part, Remus was suppose to kill a rabbit when he changed, but I figured a kid growing up in a forest wouldn't cringe too much at a rabbit corpse. He'd probably just take it home to eat it.