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Time for the sorting!
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Chapter eight: And You All Know Security...
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Sometimes, Harry wondered if the fates conspired to fill his life with grief and misery.
And then he instantly knew it was not true. Because that would prove Professor Trelawney right, and there was no way in hell that was going to happen.
But still, the uncanny amount of despair that followed Harry around wherever he went threatened to drive him insane most of the time. Whether it was trapped behind a sink in a haunted toilet with a giant bloodthirsty snake monster and an evil diary, tied to a tombstone to watch the resurrection of the most evil wizard that ever lived, or stuck in a psycho- murderer lunatic's memories while his godfather and former professor were probably being tortured to death.
One more day, in the life of 'Famous Harry Potter'
Marvellous.
"When I call your name, You will step up to the stool and try on the hat, it will then sort you in to your house" A twenty-five year younger McGonagall said loudly to the first years watching the hat with awe, indifference, or anticipation.
Harry moved in closer to the marauders.
"All we have to do is try on a hat?" Peter whispered furiously, going slightly red at the same time.
Sirius rolled his eyes "Didn't you know that Peter? Honestly, call yourself a pureblood..."
Harry frowned, since when did Sirius care what blood you had?
Remus seemed to want to say something, but kept quiet anyway. James shook his head as if ashamed and began to giggle. The conversation was cut short when the first victim was chosen for the sorting.
"Adele Cliffe!"
A girl with dark eyes and hair that came down to her hips stepped up to the hat and hesitantly placed it on her head.
"RAVENCLAW!"
"Of course," Hermione whispered to them "They sorted by age order up until nineteen-eighty"
"You know Hermione..." Said Ron with a measure of annoyance "McGonagall can't hear us so you really don't have to whisper..."
Hermione narrowed her eyes nastily at him.
"Georgina Davies!"
"HUFFLEPUFF!"
McGonagall moved through what Harry supposed were the Septembers, Sirius would be appearing soon as his birthday was the eighth of October. And sure enough...
"Sirius Black!"
Sirius adopted a confident smile and half marched half swaggered his way up to the stool. He placed the hat on his head almost elegantly.
Harry saw his father smiling and crossing his fingers, Wormtail danced on his tiptoes, trying to see better from his place further back the line, while Remus glanced over trying not to seem interested. They were soon rewarded with a...
"GRYFFINDOR!"
Sirius and the marauders smiled. And believe it or not, they were the only ones. Except Dumbledore.
The hat's little decision caused a slight uproar in the great hall.
Well, more of a raging chaotic furious riot than a slight uproar...
A girl with heavy eye shadow and black hair (Bellatrix Lestrange) jumped up from the Slytherin table and screeched indignantly.
"WHAT!?" She shrieked like a banshee "THAT'S NOT POSSIBLE!"
Several other Slytherins all jumped up too and began arguing. Students from the other houses took the opportunity to lean over at each other and gossip wildly. Sirius looked positively overjoyed at the outrage he had just caused. James also grinned while Peter giggled nervously and even Remus managed a small smile.
The disturbance was silenced by McGonagall, after she cast a momentary silencing charm on them of course.
Sirius sat down at the Gryffindor table like he owned it, rewarded with a few admiring stares from the other students at the table. Harry had always wondered if Sirius had had to strive for acceptance when he was sorted in to an unusual house for his lineage, but it seemed that it was not the case.
Eventually the outrage stilled and the great hall once again watched the houses being sorted.
They passed November, December January (In which Severus Snape was sent to Slytherin) February, and they had just come to mid-March when McGonagall called out-
"James Potter!"
His heart raced with excitement. He vaguely recalled that he hadn't known when his father's birthday was.
The young James Potter walked almost as confidently as Sirius had. Almost, that is.
Harry was slightly put out that the hat had barely touched his father's head when it yelled out: "GRYFFINDOR" At the top of its lungs. Or whatever it had instead of lungs.
He thought back to his own sorting /It's all in your head, and Slytherin would help you on your way to greatness.../ His father hadn't been told that had he? He had always hoped that his father's arrogance had something to do with the fact that the hat told him that he would have done well in Slytherin. But now it seemed that it was just Voldemort's essence after all.
Ah well, no use crying over spilt milk.
Quite a few people were sorted before Lupin was called, idly Harry wondered how many of them were now dead or in Azkaban. Harry remembered Lupin told him once that he was born on the thirteenth of April. Friday, the thirteenth of April that is (He had given a bitter laugh at that point, and Harry hadn't been sure if he believed him or not) and since it was being done by age, Romulus was called first.
Romulus was trying (and failing) to disguise his apprehension. He walked slowly to the stool and placed the hat arrogantly on his head. Harry suddenly wondered how you could put a hat on your head arrogantly. He decided only Romulus could manage it, and maybe the Malfoys, and everyone else in Slytherin.
Harry watched as Romulus was sorted in to Slytherin, it didn't take the hat long to decide. Romulus sat down next to Lucius Malfoy, and seemed mildly interested in where his twin was going to be sorted.
Remus Lupin had by far the strangest reaction to the call of his name. He gave a small nervous smile as if he couldn't believe that he had been called, but walked as if he hadn't a care in the world. It wasn't a cocky walk like the previous marauders, more nonchalant than anything. It all stemmed from being a werewolf Harry supposed.
If Romulus had managed to put a hat on arrogantly then Remus had managed to do it humbly. Harry waited for the house to be called out. He couldn't help seeing that the teachers all seemed especially interested at the house Remus was going to be placed in, Harry wasn't too surprised, first werewolf to come to the school, got to be some intrigue. Although some were looking quite interested in a different way, as though trying to decide the most efficient way they were going to kill him. More prejudice bastards.
And so he waited.
And waited.
"Sure is taking its time isn't it" Ron remarked with a bit of impatience "What do you think is wrong?"
Hermione frowned and got her thoughtful look "First werewolf ever, I don't suppose that the hat's ever seen anything like it before..."
"A little spark of excitement in the tediousness that comes from being a hat..." Mused Ron,
"GRYFFINDOR!"
A few students leaned over the tables, probably wondering why a set of twins had been placed in the two houses most antagonistic to each other out of the four. Remus gave another one of his small smiles and placed the hat down carefully, then he walked up to Gryffindor table. He passed a girl with chestnut brown hair sitting at the Ravenclaw table who turned around and smiled at him, giving him a thumbs up. He responded with an embarrassed shrug and sat with the other marauders.
"Lily Evans!"
Harry jerked his attention from the marauders over to the redhead moving up to the hat.
"Isn't that your mother Harry?" Asked Ron
Harry smiled and Hermione raised her eyebrows.
Harry noticed that Lily seemed a little snobbish. Sort of like Hermione when he first met her. He wondered if the marauders had ever knocked out a fully-grown mountain troll... but a few minutes later...
"GRYFFINDOR!"
He looked back at the marauders, "So what took you so long Remy?" Asked James.
Remus shrugged, "I was talking to the hat..."
James nodded like he was talking to a madman "Of course..." He frowned slightly and put his hand on Remus' shoulder "You know... in the /real/ world... Hats don't actually talk..."
Sirius guffawed, "Yeah what would you know, you didn't even had the hat on for a second before it put you here. For your information, the hat actually does talk!"
James gaped "The hat talks?"
"Yep!"
"Hey look, Peter's being sorted..."
"GRYFFINDOR!" Yelled the hat,
Remus frowned, "Strange..." he stated "I would've thought he'd do better in Hufflepuff..."
Sirius and James shrugged and welcomed Peter back to the little group.
When the feast begun, Harry tore his eyes away from the scene to converse with Ron and Hermione. There were some things he needed to ask...
"Hermione..." He began "What do we do now?" He and Ron looked at her deploringly.
She grimaced slightly and looked away "I've been /trying/ to come up with an answer to that for the passed hour... but I've been distracted..."
Harry frowned and tried to think up of something... nothing came to mind. His head was as empty as ever.
A silence passed between the three, each awkwardly waiting for another to answer.
"I know!" Said Ron suddenly,
Hermione glared at him "Not funny!" She snapped, "This is serious Ron, not just another silly game..."
Ron looked highly offended... Very highly. He adopted a furious glare at Hermione and gritted his teeth "Actually," He said coldly "I actually did think of something..."
Hermione went red and mumbled an apology.
Ron remained stroppy and narrowed his eyes.
"Don't do that..." Harry pleaded
"Do what?" Asked Ron, confused
"Narrow your eyes like that, it makes you look... like one of those... oh just tell us what you figured out"
Ron nodded, "Harry, when you saw Dumbledore's pensieve, you didn't just see one long memory, you saw several different ones all at the same time-"
"Yes Ron, but that was because Dumbledore didn't store them that way-"
"Will you let me finish?" Snapped Ron "I know why that was but I was wondering... how does he move from memory to memory when he doesn't want to see them all?"
Hermione stared at Ron as though she had just discovered something really strange about him. "I don't believe it..." She said quietly
Ron looked ready to burst "Well SORRY for that lame suggestion but not all of us can be-"
"No Ron, you misunderstood... I mean I never knew you had a smart side..." She smiled.
Ron let his angry expression slip away and blushed.
Harry rolled his eyes, "What do we have to do Hermione?"
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{FLASHBACK}
It was dark outside.
He shouldn't have been there; he knew he wasn't supposed to be there if it was dark already and he wanted to say so.
"Where is it? I know it was out here somewhere..." The figure next to him was saying impatiently
He bit his lip and glanced to where the other one was fumbling around in the bushes "Maybe we should just go back and look for it tomorrow Romulus..."
Romulus turned and squinted in the dark "Scared are you Remus?" He sneered, "I don't blame you, little kids are supposed to be afraid of the dark,"
Remus looked quickly at his brother, wanting to remark how Romulus was barely half an hour older than him, but he kept it in. He always kept stuff like that in. But hey, if Romulus wanted to get himself killed looking for his stupid toy broomstick in the middle of the night because he accidentally flew it out the bedroom window when he was supposed to be sleeping, that was his concern. Remus didn't understand why he had to come too.
But he always had to come.
Romulus carried on kicking the bushes and generally attracting all sorts of unwanted attention.
The worst kind of unwanted attention possible in fact, but neither of them knew that...
Yet...
It was actually Romulus who found it.
Well, it found him anyway...
Remus was gazing back at the house, wishing he were safe in bed. Of course any idiot could see that somehow he and Romulus were going to be found out and after an interrogation (In which Romulus would blame Remus, and Remus would end up being too shy to object) their father would end up blaming Remus and he would get in to trouble.
Again.
If only he had more courage, more self-esteem. But even before the 'incident' he had no confidence in himself- and certainly none when Romulus started stuttering like a schizophrenic parrot.
"R- R, Remus...!" He squeaked.
The mousy haired six-year-old turned around while Romulus screamed horribly and made a run back for the house.
It chased him.
Remus froze at the sight of the monster. Its rough shaggy fur on end, in what Remus would later learn was a sign of dominance and power. Its fangs dripped and it snarled after its chosen prey...
Romulus.
Shamefully relieved that the thing was going after Romulus and not him, Remus quietly stepped back, hoping to hide himself until his someone came out to save them. He would be sad to lose Romulus, though they weren't best friends they were still brothers after all.
Yet he didn't count on stepping back on to the loudest twig that had ever snapped, or so it seemed to the unfortunate child.
SNAP!
The werewolf skidded to a stop and swung its head around, where it detected another heart beating. The prey was just as small and weak as the prior one, but it was closer and easier to catch.
Remus couldn't move with fear.
The werewolf let out a feral growl and took one step forward. The prey couldn't move. This had happened before, and he knew the prey was as good as his. He could smell the blood, but he couldn't taste it yet.
An unfortunate fact, which would have to be remedied quickly.
He lunged...
Remus let out a small whimper, staring in to the fierce amber eyes. Eyes soon to be his.
Romulus was too scared to notice when the werewolf closed its jaws around his identical twin brother's shoulder.
He barely even noticed the scream.
And Remus' world shattered around him.
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No way.
He had worked too hard to pick up the pieces and make something new for his life to shatter again. He liked his life at the moment, the fourth model of it he had been forced to make, and to have it end like this... especially after what they'd all been through, was too unfair.
After falling apart and being put back together so many times, Remus' life was almost becoming too cracked to repair, and if it fell apart again he wasn't too sure he could put it back together.
But as he found himself once again looking at the monster that was responsible for the many miseries in his life, he could feel the vase falling off the shelf.
"SHIT!" Yelled Sirius "What the hell are you doing here, you murdering bastard?!"
Romulus rolled his eyes, he had so hoped that moron would be dead by now...
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Hey hey, It's not Sunday yet...
Readers: We are not amused.
Reaper: *In a Hagrid voice* Sorry about that...
Birdie: *Rolls eyes*
Reaper: Well, time for the usual gripes... or actually not so usual. This may seem strange, but I think I'm going to have to remove 'Fate Allowed' from the site...
Birdie: WHAT!?
Reaper: You see, my dad has found out about my account and wants to read my stuff. Unfortunately, as some of you may know, I have much... uhh... incriminating evidence against me in that story. (Such as: Blah blah blah... I hate my dad... Blah blah blah) But I haven't deleted it yet, and I may never do. Lucky for me, search is offline at the moment and he'll probably have forgotten what my pen name is by the time it comes back.
Birdie: You're not seriously thinking of taking it off? Are you?
Reaper: As a last resort I may have to take this one off too, but only until I get rid of anything that makes my dad think I hate him.
Birdie: I can't believe this...
Reaper: I know... Sucks don't it? Anyway, on a happier note, thank you very much to all my faithful reviewers (This Parrot has ceased to be, Howling Wolf 22, Anonymous, and Tokyoteen13) and look out for the next chapter!
Woo hoo!
Time for the sorting!
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Chapter eight: And You All Know Security...
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Sometimes, Harry wondered if the fates conspired to fill his life with grief and misery.
And then he instantly knew it was not true. Because that would prove Professor Trelawney right, and there was no way in hell that was going to happen.
But still, the uncanny amount of despair that followed Harry around wherever he went threatened to drive him insane most of the time. Whether it was trapped behind a sink in a haunted toilet with a giant bloodthirsty snake monster and an evil diary, tied to a tombstone to watch the resurrection of the most evil wizard that ever lived, or stuck in a psycho- murderer lunatic's memories while his godfather and former professor were probably being tortured to death.
One more day, in the life of 'Famous Harry Potter'
Marvellous.
"When I call your name, You will step up to the stool and try on the hat, it will then sort you in to your house" A twenty-five year younger McGonagall said loudly to the first years watching the hat with awe, indifference, or anticipation.
Harry moved in closer to the marauders.
"All we have to do is try on a hat?" Peter whispered furiously, going slightly red at the same time.
Sirius rolled his eyes "Didn't you know that Peter? Honestly, call yourself a pureblood..."
Harry frowned, since when did Sirius care what blood you had?
Remus seemed to want to say something, but kept quiet anyway. James shook his head as if ashamed and began to giggle. The conversation was cut short when the first victim was chosen for the sorting.
"Adele Cliffe!"
A girl with dark eyes and hair that came down to her hips stepped up to the hat and hesitantly placed it on her head.
"RAVENCLAW!"
"Of course," Hermione whispered to them "They sorted by age order up until nineteen-eighty"
"You know Hermione..." Said Ron with a measure of annoyance "McGonagall can't hear us so you really don't have to whisper..."
Hermione narrowed her eyes nastily at him.
"Georgina Davies!"
"HUFFLEPUFF!"
McGonagall moved through what Harry supposed were the Septembers, Sirius would be appearing soon as his birthday was the eighth of October. And sure enough...
"Sirius Black!"
Sirius adopted a confident smile and half marched half swaggered his way up to the stool. He placed the hat on his head almost elegantly.
Harry saw his father smiling and crossing his fingers, Wormtail danced on his tiptoes, trying to see better from his place further back the line, while Remus glanced over trying not to seem interested. They were soon rewarded with a...
"GRYFFINDOR!"
Sirius and the marauders smiled. And believe it or not, they were the only ones. Except Dumbledore.
The hat's little decision caused a slight uproar in the great hall.
Well, more of a raging chaotic furious riot than a slight uproar...
A girl with heavy eye shadow and black hair (Bellatrix Lestrange) jumped up from the Slytherin table and screeched indignantly.
"WHAT!?" She shrieked like a banshee "THAT'S NOT POSSIBLE!"
Several other Slytherins all jumped up too and began arguing. Students from the other houses took the opportunity to lean over at each other and gossip wildly. Sirius looked positively overjoyed at the outrage he had just caused. James also grinned while Peter giggled nervously and even Remus managed a small smile.
The disturbance was silenced by McGonagall, after she cast a momentary silencing charm on them of course.
Sirius sat down at the Gryffindor table like he owned it, rewarded with a few admiring stares from the other students at the table. Harry had always wondered if Sirius had had to strive for acceptance when he was sorted in to an unusual house for his lineage, but it seemed that it was not the case.
Eventually the outrage stilled and the great hall once again watched the houses being sorted.
They passed November, December January (In which Severus Snape was sent to Slytherin) February, and they had just come to mid-March when McGonagall called out-
"James Potter!"
His heart raced with excitement. He vaguely recalled that he hadn't known when his father's birthday was.
The young James Potter walked almost as confidently as Sirius had. Almost, that is.
Harry was slightly put out that the hat had barely touched his father's head when it yelled out: "GRYFFINDOR" At the top of its lungs. Or whatever it had instead of lungs.
He thought back to his own sorting /It's all in your head, and Slytherin would help you on your way to greatness.../ His father hadn't been told that had he? He had always hoped that his father's arrogance had something to do with the fact that the hat told him that he would have done well in Slytherin. But now it seemed that it was just Voldemort's essence after all.
Ah well, no use crying over spilt milk.
Quite a few people were sorted before Lupin was called, idly Harry wondered how many of them were now dead or in Azkaban. Harry remembered Lupin told him once that he was born on the thirteenth of April. Friday, the thirteenth of April that is (He had given a bitter laugh at that point, and Harry hadn't been sure if he believed him or not) and since it was being done by age, Romulus was called first.
Romulus was trying (and failing) to disguise his apprehension. He walked slowly to the stool and placed the hat arrogantly on his head. Harry suddenly wondered how you could put a hat on your head arrogantly. He decided only Romulus could manage it, and maybe the Malfoys, and everyone else in Slytherin.
Harry watched as Romulus was sorted in to Slytherin, it didn't take the hat long to decide. Romulus sat down next to Lucius Malfoy, and seemed mildly interested in where his twin was going to be sorted.
Remus Lupin had by far the strangest reaction to the call of his name. He gave a small nervous smile as if he couldn't believe that he had been called, but walked as if he hadn't a care in the world. It wasn't a cocky walk like the previous marauders, more nonchalant than anything. It all stemmed from being a werewolf Harry supposed.
If Romulus had managed to put a hat on arrogantly then Remus had managed to do it humbly. Harry waited for the house to be called out. He couldn't help seeing that the teachers all seemed especially interested at the house Remus was going to be placed in, Harry wasn't too surprised, first werewolf to come to the school, got to be some intrigue. Although some were looking quite interested in a different way, as though trying to decide the most efficient way they were going to kill him. More prejudice bastards.
And so he waited.
And waited.
"Sure is taking its time isn't it" Ron remarked with a bit of impatience "What do you think is wrong?"
Hermione frowned and got her thoughtful look "First werewolf ever, I don't suppose that the hat's ever seen anything like it before..."
"A little spark of excitement in the tediousness that comes from being a hat..." Mused Ron,
"GRYFFINDOR!"
A few students leaned over the tables, probably wondering why a set of twins had been placed in the two houses most antagonistic to each other out of the four. Remus gave another one of his small smiles and placed the hat down carefully, then he walked up to Gryffindor table. He passed a girl with chestnut brown hair sitting at the Ravenclaw table who turned around and smiled at him, giving him a thumbs up. He responded with an embarrassed shrug and sat with the other marauders.
"Lily Evans!"
Harry jerked his attention from the marauders over to the redhead moving up to the hat.
"Isn't that your mother Harry?" Asked Ron
Harry smiled and Hermione raised her eyebrows.
Harry noticed that Lily seemed a little snobbish. Sort of like Hermione when he first met her. He wondered if the marauders had ever knocked out a fully-grown mountain troll... but a few minutes later...
"GRYFFINDOR!"
He looked back at the marauders, "So what took you so long Remy?" Asked James.
Remus shrugged, "I was talking to the hat..."
James nodded like he was talking to a madman "Of course..." He frowned slightly and put his hand on Remus' shoulder "You know... in the /real/ world... Hats don't actually talk..."
Sirius guffawed, "Yeah what would you know, you didn't even had the hat on for a second before it put you here. For your information, the hat actually does talk!"
James gaped "The hat talks?"
"Yep!"
"Hey look, Peter's being sorted..."
"GRYFFINDOR!" Yelled the hat,
Remus frowned, "Strange..." he stated "I would've thought he'd do better in Hufflepuff..."
Sirius and James shrugged and welcomed Peter back to the little group.
When the feast begun, Harry tore his eyes away from the scene to converse with Ron and Hermione. There were some things he needed to ask...
"Hermione..." He began "What do we do now?" He and Ron looked at her deploringly.
She grimaced slightly and looked away "I've been /trying/ to come up with an answer to that for the passed hour... but I've been distracted..."
Harry frowned and tried to think up of something... nothing came to mind. His head was as empty as ever.
A silence passed between the three, each awkwardly waiting for another to answer.
"I know!" Said Ron suddenly,
Hermione glared at him "Not funny!" She snapped, "This is serious Ron, not just another silly game..."
Ron looked highly offended... Very highly. He adopted a furious glare at Hermione and gritted his teeth "Actually," He said coldly "I actually did think of something..."
Hermione went red and mumbled an apology.
Ron remained stroppy and narrowed his eyes.
"Don't do that..." Harry pleaded
"Do what?" Asked Ron, confused
"Narrow your eyes like that, it makes you look... like one of those... oh just tell us what you figured out"
Ron nodded, "Harry, when you saw Dumbledore's pensieve, you didn't just see one long memory, you saw several different ones all at the same time-"
"Yes Ron, but that was because Dumbledore didn't store them that way-"
"Will you let me finish?" Snapped Ron "I know why that was but I was wondering... how does he move from memory to memory when he doesn't want to see them all?"
Hermione stared at Ron as though she had just discovered something really strange about him. "I don't believe it..." She said quietly
Ron looked ready to burst "Well SORRY for that lame suggestion but not all of us can be-"
"No Ron, you misunderstood... I mean I never knew you had a smart side..." She smiled.
Ron let his angry expression slip away and blushed.
Harry rolled his eyes, "What do we have to do Hermione?"
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{FLASHBACK}
It was dark outside.
He shouldn't have been there; he knew he wasn't supposed to be there if it was dark already and he wanted to say so.
"Where is it? I know it was out here somewhere..." The figure next to him was saying impatiently
He bit his lip and glanced to where the other one was fumbling around in the bushes "Maybe we should just go back and look for it tomorrow Romulus..."
Romulus turned and squinted in the dark "Scared are you Remus?" He sneered, "I don't blame you, little kids are supposed to be afraid of the dark,"
Remus looked quickly at his brother, wanting to remark how Romulus was barely half an hour older than him, but he kept it in. He always kept stuff like that in. But hey, if Romulus wanted to get himself killed looking for his stupid toy broomstick in the middle of the night because he accidentally flew it out the bedroom window when he was supposed to be sleeping, that was his concern. Remus didn't understand why he had to come too.
But he always had to come.
Romulus carried on kicking the bushes and generally attracting all sorts of unwanted attention.
The worst kind of unwanted attention possible in fact, but neither of them knew that...
Yet...
It was actually Romulus who found it.
Well, it found him anyway...
Remus was gazing back at the house, wishing he were safe in bed. Of course any idiot could see that somehow he and Romulus were going to be found out and after an interrogation (In which Romulus would blame Remus, and Remus would end up being too shy to object) their father would end up blaming Remus and he would get in to trouble.
Again.
If only he had more courage, more self-esteem. But even before the 'incident' he had no confidence in himself- and certainly none when Romulus started stuttering like a schizophrenic parrot.
"R- R, Remus...!" He squeaked.
The mousy haired six-year-old turned around while Romulus screamed horribly and made a run back for the house.
It chased him.
Remus froze at the sight of the monster. Its rough shaggy fur on end, in what Remus would later learn was a sign of dominance and power. Its fangs dripped and it snarled after its chosen prey...
Romulus.
Shamefully relieved that the thing was going after Romulus and not him, Remus quietly stepped back, hoping to hide himself until his someone came out to save them. He would be sad to lose Romulus, though they weren't best friends they were still brothers after all.
Yet he didn't count on stepping back on to the loudest twig that had ever snapped, or so it seemed to the unfortunate child.
SNAP!
The werewolf skidded to a stop and swung its head around, where it detected another heart beating. The prey was just as small and weak as the prior one, but it was closer and easier to catch.
Remus couldn't move with fear.
The werewolf let out a feral growl and took one step forward. The prey couldn't move. This had happened before, and he knew the prey was as good as his. He could smell the blood, but he couldn't taste it yet.
An unfortunate fact, which would have to be remedied quickly.
He lunged...
Remus let out a small whimper, staring in to the fierce amber eyes. Eyes soon to be his.
Romulus was too scared to notice when the werewolf closed its jaws around his identical twin brother's shoulder.
He barely even noticed the scream.
And Remus' world shattered around him.
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No way.
He had worked too hard to pick up the pieces and make something new for his life to shatter again. He liked his life at the moment, the fourth model of it he had been forced to make, and to have it end like this... especially after what they'd all been through, was too unfair.
After falling apart and being put back together so many times, Remus' life was almost becoming too cracked to repair, and if it fell apart again he wasn't too sure he could put it back together.
But as he found himself once again looking at the monster that was responsible for the many miseries in his life, he could feel the vase falling off the shelf.
"SHIT!" Yelled Sirius "What the hell are you doing here, you murdering bastard?!"
Romulus rolled his eyes, he had so hoped that moron would be dead by now...
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Hey hey, It's not Sunday yet...
Readers: We are not amused.
Reaper: *In a Hagrid voice* Sorry about that...
Birdie: *Rolls eyes*
Reaper: Well, time for the usual gripes... or actually not so usual. This may seem strange, but I think I'm going to have to remove 'Fate Allowed' from the site...
Birdie: WHAT!?
Reaper: You see, my dad has found out about my account and wants to read my stuff. Unfortunately, as some of you may know, I have much... uhh... incriminating evidence against me in that story. (Such as: Blah blah blah... I hate my dad... Blah blah blah) But I haven't deleted it yet, and I may never do. Lucky for me, search is offline at the moment and he'll probably have forgotten what my pen name is by the time it comes back.
Birdie: You're not seriously thinking of taking it off? Are you?
Reaper: As a last resort I may have to take this one off too, but only until I get rid of anything that makes my dad think I hate him.
Birdie: I can't believe this...
Reaper: I know... Sucks don't it? Anyway, on a happier note, thank you very much to all my faithful reviewers (This Parrot has ceased to be, Howling Wolf 22, Anonymous, and Tokyoteen13) and look out for the next chapter!