(Authors Note: Hey! I am now on study leave for my As Levels so I can spend more time on this story.
This chapter is flashback, so I'm hoping it will be a lot longer than previous chapters.
Sequels aren't as good as the originals, no, I agree, but this isn't technically a sequel - I think of it as an extension of W?SLATTH. This is because no-one can do what Lana did without their being consequences, and I really wanted to write about them.
Thanks for keeping reading!
Love you guys!)
Harry looked at her for a moment and wondered if she had been irreperably damaged by what had happened to her over the years. He also wondered if he would be more like his father was at school if Voldemort hadn't killed him when Harry was a baby; if he didn't have that threat over him all the time, would he act any different? Of course this was a set of questions that would never be answered, because there was no way to find out. And he wasn't entirely sure that he wanted to know.
"Well Mrs Weasleys making dinner if you want some." said Harry, as he walked towards the door.
"I think I'll just shower and go out." replied Lana, getting out of bed.
She crossed the bedroom and looked out the window. A big black dog was walking across the street. Lana frowned. She recognised that dog from somewhere. Or maybe she was just hallucinating.
Lana stepped into the bathroom, and turned on the shower. It was freezing, and there were no towels, so Lana left the water running and searched the cupboards for a few towels, which she found. She slipped off the t-shirt that she was wearing and stepped into the hot shower.
It stung her wounds slightly, but she gritted her teeth. The events of the past week or so flitted across her mind. Even though she had failed to bring Sirius back, that wasn't the thing that hurt the most. It was the way Moony had looked at her a few days ago. It was like he didn't know who she was any more, and he didn't want to find out either. Lana found herself wishing that they were all back at Hogwarts, having arguments over who was better at Quidditch, her or James.
The Gryffindor Common Room was decked out in red and gold - ready for the Christmas ball. It was two days to go - and Lily and Lana were sat in the big squishy armchairs closest to the fire. It was almost 10pm and Sirius and James had snuck out to Hogsmeade to get some Butterbeer and Chocolate Frogs. There was a trip for the years allowed into Hogsmeade tomorrow, and Lana figured that most of them would be buying gowns for the ball. Her and Lily would be.
"I can just picture it now..." said Lily, staring into the flames. "Me and you will be there, looking beautiful...And James and Sirius will turn up, totally drunk and looking a complete mess."
They both giggled, and Lana shut her Potions book. "You know, I'm sick of Potions."
"You've got an essay due in tomorrow." said Lily.
"Oh so what! It's Christmas, and besides, I'm free till the afternoon, so I can do it tomorrow." said Lana, dropping the book on the floor in front of the chair. "I'll be back in a minute, I'm just going to go and get changed out of this uniform."
Upstairs in her room, Lana pulled out a pair of long red trousers, and a tight yellow tshirt. Something, as Lily would say, that only Lana can wear and look good in. Her toenails were painted a bright red, her dark hair was straightened.
Lana got four steps away from the stairs when Sirius charged at her and picked her up, slinging her over his shoulder, and proceeded to spin around.
"Put me down! Put me down NOW!" demanded Lana, although she was laughing. Sirius turned around a few more times, then placed her down on the floor in front of him.
"Mean." said Lana, messing Sirius's long-ish black hair up.
"But you love me really," he said, kissing her gently on the lips.
"Is that all a girl gets these days?" Lana asked, pulling him into a passionate kiss. She ran her hands up his neck and into his hair. Sirius coiled an arm around Lanas waist and pulled her closer, their kiss getting more heated by the second.
The sound of someone clearing their throat made them stop and look around at who it was. Professor McGonagall was stood at the portrait opening, arms folded, watching them. "We'll save that for some other time, thankyou very much." she said, although she did look slightly amused. "Now, I have a message from Professor Dumbledore. Anyone who is not attending the Hogsmeade trip tomorrow must stay in the common room all day. They must not leave their common rooms. That is all."
McGonagall left the common room, leaving them all wondering what was happening tomorrow. "Probably just a security measure," said James, with a slight smirk, "making sure that no students sneak off to Hogsmeade illegally."
"Now..Where were we?" asked Sirius, grinning, his black hair falling over his grey eyes.
Lana returned the mischievous grin and kissed him. He slipped his hand underneath her t-shirt and she trembled at the sensation of his warm hand against her stomach.
"Oh get a room, Padfoot!" said James.
Sirius raised an eyebrow at Lana. "Alright then, Prongs." He grabbed Lana by the hand and pulled her upstairs to his dormitory.
In the hot shower, at 12, Grimmauld Place, Lana remembered that night for all the right reasons. She remembered the Christmas Ball for all the wrong ones.
Tears stung at her eyes and she refused to let them fall. Grabbing a towel, she climbed out of the shower. She turned to look in the mirror, and found a message wrote onto it in the steam.
"Tonight. 10pm. Our old house. XxX"
Lana blinked a few times, to make sure she wasn't seeing things. Our old house? Did that mean the one she had with Sirius? Must have do, she thought to herself. Her stomach rumbled.
Quickly drying herself off, Lana pulled on a pair of black jeans, a red t- shirt and a black jacket. Muttering a spell which dried her almost instantly, Lana looked around for her bag but couldn't find it. She grabbed a towel and wiped the message off the mirror.
Pulling on her black boots, Lana made her way down the stairs, not making an effort to be quiet. Truth was, Lana didn't care if any of them were angry with her. There were two people that she cared about. Moony and Harry. Harry seemed okay. But it was Moony that worried Lana.
Lana walked into the living room, and saw that Harry was talking with Ron and Hermione. Hermione eyed Lana suspiciously, and Ron seemed more intrested in curtains. Harry, however, stood up and walked over to Lana.
"Are you going out now?" he asked.
"Yes...Do you know where Lupin is?" asked Lana, watching Hermione.
"I don't think he wants to speak to you right now." said Hermione, her voice shaking.
"I've told you before, little girl, be quiet when things don't concern you." Lana said, not taking her eyes from Harrys piercing green ones.
"Harry!" exclaimed Hermione, expecting Harry to defend her.
"She's right, Hermione." said Harry, his voice toneless.
"It's okay, Hermione," came a voice behind Lana. "Where were you planning on going, Lana?"
Turning around, Lana saw that Moony was stood in the doorway. Her breath caught in her chest. He looked really ill. Quickly doing a monthly map in her head, it figured, as it was only a day till the next full moon.
"I was going to take Sirius's motorbike into London and get something to eat. Want to come?" she asked gently, not sure if she was going to like the answer.
"I suppose so." replied Lupin, "I suppose you'll be needing this, then." He threw her bag at her.
Lana checked the contents - money, diary, 3 sets of keys, Ministy Pass, lipgloss, pen, paper - but no wand. "Wheres my wand?"
"You can have it back when you behave yourself." Lupin told her, matter-of- factly.
"You have no authority over me."
"Dumbledores orders."
"Fine. Although I don't see the point. I can do just as much without it as with it." she shrugged, fastening the bag up and walking down the hallway and out of the front door.
"Why don't we just Apparate?" asked Moony.
"Fine. Diagon Alley." said Lana, Disapparating.
This chapter is flashback, so I'm hoping it will be a lot longer than previous chapters.
Sequels aren't as good as the originals, no, I agree, but this isn't technically a sequel - I think of it as an extension of W?SLATTH. This is because no-one can do what Lana did without their being consequences, and I really wanted to write about them.
Thanks for keeping reading!
Love you guys!)
Harry looked at her for a moment and wondered if she had been irreperably damaged by what had happened to her over the years. He also wondered if he would be more like his father was at school if Voldemort hadn't killed him when Harry was a baby; if he didn't have that threat over him all the time, would he act any different? Of course this was a set of questions that would never be answered, because there was no way to find out. And he wasn't entirely sure that he wanted to know.
"Well Mrs Weasleys making dinner if you want some." said Harry, as he walked towards the door.
"I think I'll just shower and go out." replied Lana, getting out of bed.
She crossed the bedroom and looked out the window. A big black dog was walking across the street. Lana frowned. She recognised that dog from somewhere. Or maybe she was just hallucinating.
Lana stepped into the bathroom, and turned on the shower. It was freezing, and there were no towels, so Lana left the water running and searched the cupboards for a few towels, which she found. She slipped off the t-shirt that she was wearing and stepped into the hot shower.
It stung her wounds slightly, but she gritted her teeth. The events of the past week or so flitted across her mind. Even though she had failed to bring Sirius back, that wasn't the thing that hurt the most. It was the way Moony had looked at her a few days ago. It was like he didn't know who she was any more, and he didn't want to find out either. Lana found herself wishing that they were all back at Hogwarts, having arguments over who was better at Quidditch, her or James.
The Gryffindor Common Room was decked out in red and gold - ready for the Christmas ball. It was two days to go - and Lily and Lana were sat in the big squishy armchairs closest to the fire. It was almost 10pm and Sirius and James had snuck out to Hogsmeade to get some Butterbeer and Chocolate Frogs. There was a trip for the years allowed into Hogsmeade tomorrow, and Lana figured that most of them would be buying gowns for the ball. Her and Lily would be.
"I can just picture it now..." said Lily, staring into the flames. "Me and you will be there, looking beautiful...And James and Sirius will turn up, totally drunk and looking a complete mess."
They both giggled, and Lana shut her Potions book. "You know, I'm sick of Potions."
"You've got an essay due in tomorrow." said Lily.
"Oh so what! It's Christmas, and besides, I'm free till the afternoon, so I can do it tomorrow." said Lana, dropping the book on the floor in front of the chair. "I'll be back in a minute, I'm just going to go and get changed out of this uniform."
Upstairs in her room, Lana pulled out a pair of long red trousers, and a tight yellow tshirt. Something, as Lily would say, that only Lana can wear and look good in. Her toenails were painted a bright red, her dark hair was straightened.
Lana got four steps away from the stairs when Sirius charged at her and picked her up, slinging her over his shoulder, and proceeded to spin around.
"Put me down! Put me down NOW!" demanded Lana, although she was laughing. Sirius turned around a few more times, then placed her down on the floor in front of him.
"Mean." said Lana, messing Sirius's long-ish black hair up.
"But you love me really," he said, kissing her gently on the lips.
"Is that all a girl gets these days?" Lana asked, pulling him into a passionate kiss. She ran her hands up his neck and into his hair. Sirius coiled an arm around Lanas waist and pulled her closer, their kiss getting more heated by the second.
The sound of someone clearing their throat made them stop and look around at who it was. Professor McGonagall was stood at the portrait opening, arms folded, watching them. "We'll save that for some other time, thankyou very much." she said, although she did look slightly amused. "Now, I have a message from Professor Dumbledore. Anyone who is not attending the Hogsmeade trip tomorrow must stay in the common room all day. They must not leave their common rooms. That is all."
McGonagall left the common room, leaving them all wondering what was happening tomorrow. "Probably just a security measure," said James, with a slight smirk, "making sure that no students sneak off to Hogsmeade illegally."
"Now..Where were we?" asked Sirius, grinning, his black hair falling over his grey eyes.
Lana returned the mischievous grin and kissed him. He slipped his hand underneath her t-shirt and she trembled at the sensation of his warm hand against her stomach.
"Oh get a room, Padfoot!" said James.
Sirius raised an eyebrow at Lana. "Alright then, Prongs." He grabbed Lana by the hand and pulled her upstairs to his dormitory.
In the hot shower, at 12, Grimmauld Place, Lana remembered that night for all the right reasons. She remembered the Christmas Ball for all the wrong ones.
Tears stung at her eyes and she refused to let them fall. Grabbing a towel, she climbed out of the shower. She turned to look in the mirror, and found a message wrote onto it in the steam.
"Tonight. 10pm. Our old house. XxX"
Lana blinked a few times, to make sure she wasn't seeing things. Our old house? Did that mean the one she had with Sirius? Must have do, she thought to herself. Her stomach rumbled.
Quickly drying herself off, Lana pulled on a pair of black jeans, a red t- shirt and a black jacket. Muttering a spell which dried her almost instantly, Lana looked around for her bag but couldn't find it. She grabbed a towel and wiped the message off the mirror.
Pulling on her black boots, Lana made her way down the stairs, not making an effort to be quiet. Truth was, Lana didn't care if any of them were angry with her. There were two people that she cared about. Moony and Harry. Harry seemed okay. But it was Moony that worried Lana.
Lana walked into the living room, and saw that Harry was talking with Ron and Hermione. Hermione eyed Lana suspiciously, and Ron seemed more intrested in curtains. Harry, however, stood up and walked over to Lana.
"Are you going out now?" he asked.
"Yes...Do you know where Lupin is?" asked Lana, watching Hermione.
"I don't think he wants to speak to you right now." said Hermione, her voice shaking.
"I've told you before, little girl, be quiet when things don't concern you." Lana said, not taking her eyes from Harrys piercing green ones.
"Harry!" exclaimed Hermione, expecting Harry to defend her.
"She's right, Hermione." said Harry, his voice toneless.
"It's okay, Hermione," came a voice behind Lana. "Where were you planning on going, Lana?"
Turning around, Lana saw that Moony was stood in the doorway. Her breath caught in her chest. He looked really ill. Quickly doing a monthly map in her head, it figured, as it was only a day till the next full moon.
"I was going to take Sirius's motorbike into London and get something to eat. Want to come?" she asked gently, not sure if she was going to like the answer.
"I suppose so." replied Lupin, "I suppose you'll be needing this, then." He threw her bag at her.
Lana checked the contents - money, diary, 3 sets of keys, Ministy Pass, lipgloss, pen, paper - but no wand. "Wheres my wand?"
"You can have it back when you behave yourself." Lupin told her, matter-of- factly.
"You have no authority over me."
"Dumbledores orders."
"Fine. Although I don't see the point. I can do just as much without it as with it." she shrugged, fastening the bag up and walking down the hallway and out of the front door.
"Why don't we just Apparate?" asked Moony.
"Fine. Diagon Alley." said Lana, Disapparating.