(A.N: Hey, I just can't help myself!! Can't not write anything for ages and then not leave you with a cliffy!! Come on, you know me by now....:P hehe I love tormenting you.)
The black dog watched Lana and Lupin kiss. His girlfriend and his best friend. How could they? And he had been looking forward to seeing her tonight. 10pm, their old place. She tore him from the brink of Hell. She had tried, and betrayed people, and lied to people, and sacrificed the both of them to bring him back, and here she is, giving up so easily after all that, and falling into the arms of the last person he expected her to.
A few drops of rain fell. He couldn't bare to watch any longer. He turned away, walked a few steps, turned back for one last glance. He noticed something about her that hadn't been there a moment ago. A small white stripe, around half a centimetre thick and a three centimetres long had appeared in her hair, underneath.
He would be there tonight. If she could tear herself away from her new lover for long enough. The black dog turned for the final time and disappeared into the shadows.
Lupin pulled away from Lana and looked at her, wondering what had made her change her mind. Maybe she had finally realised Sirius wasn't coming back, and decided to give happiness with him a shot. Or maybe it was like before, and she just wanted him for one thing. He wasn't sure.
The first drops of rain fell as he looked at her. "It's raining." he said.
"I noticed," Lana replied, raising an eyebrow. "Want to go for a drink?"
"Always." He slid his hand down her arm and held her hand tight, as the rain quickly turned into a heavy downpour, they broke into a run towards The Leaky Cauldron.
Stepping inside, Lupin went to find them a private booth and Lana went to get the drinks.
Tom looked at her suspiciously as she approached the bar. "You old enough to drink?" he asked in a gruff voice.
"Very funny Tom," she replied, sliding some money across the bar, "Gimme two Butterbeers and two Firewhiskeys." Turning and looking around the bar, Lana saw where Lupin was.
Grinning his toothless grin, Tom handed over the drinks. Grabbing them, Lana quickly walked over to Lupin.
"Even after all these years, he still creeps me out." Lana said, with a quick raise of the eyebrows.
"Oh yes." said Lupin, helping her set down the drinks.
Lana went to sit down, but paused half way. "Thats weird..." Lana sat down.
"What is it?"
"For the past few days I've been getting these twinges, like...Like a Portkey. Tugging at me, wanting to pull me somewhere. They've been getting stronger since I woke up this morning."
Lupin frowned and took a sip of his Butterbeer.
"Ow..." said Lana, gripping her side. "Ow!" Falling to the floor, Lana gripped her sides in pain. Lupin dropped to the floor and looked at her. Her skin had gone a sort of grey white, and there was a sheen of sweat across her face. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she disappeared with a loud bang, which flung Lupin across the room.
Everyone in the near full bar went silent. There was a thud as a young woman fainted. "YOU KNOW WHO! YOU KNOW WHO!" screamed another, and Lupin quickly Apparated to get out of the way, so people didn't start accusing him of being in league with Voldemort. What had happened back there? He didn't know.
LATER THAT NIGHT, AROUND 8PM
Lana walked into 12, Grimmauld Place. She felt like she hadn't eaten all day. Making her way down to the kitchen, she bumped into the house elf, Kreacher. As usual, he began his string of curses, until he looked up and realised who it was.
"Sorry Mistress, Kreacher apologises, he didn't realise it was Mistress," and on the babbling and grovelling continued until Lana kicked him away from her.
Lana opened the door to the kitchen and was greeted by Harry, Lupin, Dumbledore, Moody, and Molly Weasley. Molly screamed, and Harry jumped out of his seat.
"What? Who died?" asked Lana, walking across the room and helping herself to a large slice of strawberry cheesecake.
"Where have you been?" asked Dumbledore.
"Err...." Lana replied, scooping the cheesecake into her mouth. As she chewed she was aware of everyone pointing their wands at her. "What?" she asked, swallowing.
"It's eight pm. You went missing from The Leaky Cauldron at dinner time." said Dumbledore.
"Sorry, don't know what you're talking about." shrugged Lana, shovelling more cheesecake in. "Hey, this is really good, got any more?" Lana asked, looking at Mrs Weasley.
Moody looked from Lana to Lupin. "You sure what happened happened?"
"Yes!" replied Lupin.
A bang from the kitchen door being slammed open was heard and Snape walked in. "It's all over the Daily Prophet." He threw it on the table in front of her.
On the front cover was a photo of Lana in the middle of her fit. Underneath was a story implying that she has something to do with Voldemort. Lana looked at it confusedly.
"That never happened." said Lana.
"It clearly did, I'm afraid. There are a lot of witnesses. Luckily, they don't have your name. Yet." said Snape.
Lana looked up at him and sneered, "How do I know it wasn't you that set this photo up? Doctored it a little bit and sent it to the press, then modified - Wait wait, that's giving you way too much credit. You could never do that."
Picking up the paper, Lana looked at it more closely as she ate the remainder of the cheesecake. "Seriously though, good work, whoever it was."
"So where have you been for the past eight hours?" asked Snape.
"Look, I don't have to put up with this interrogation crap. What I do, on my time, is my business. And did it occur to you that I might have been at work? And when do I get my wand back? Not that it matters to me, but you obviously think you have some kind of control over me because you have it. And YOU - " Lana said, turning to Lupin, "I thought - I thought you cared. But all that you said today was obviously a lie, someone to keep tabs on me."
"Lana - " he began to protest, not noticing the enquiring looks everyone in the room was giving him.
"I don't want to hear it. I'm moving out. I'll be back for my stuff tomorow." And with that, Lana stormed out of the kitchen and out of the house.
The black dog watched Lana and Lupin kiss. His girlfriend and his best friend. How could they? And he had been looking forward to seeing her tonight. 10pm, their old place. She tore him from the brink of Hell. She had tried, and betrayed people, and lied to people, and sacrificed the both of them to bring him back, and here she is, giving up so easily after all that, and falling into the arms of the last person he expected her to.
A few drops of rain fell. He couldn't bare to watch any longer. He turned away, walked a few steps, turned back for one last glance. He noticed something about her that hadn't been there a moment ago. A small white stripe, around half a centimetre thick and a three centimetres long had appeared in her hair, underneath.
He would be there tonight. If she could tear herself away from her new lover for long enough. The black dog turned for the final time and disappeared into the shadows.
Lupin pulled away from Lana and looked at her, wondering what had made her change her mind. Maybe she had finally realised Sirius wasn't coming back, and decided to give happiness with him a shot. Or maybe it was like before, and she just wanted him for one thing. He wasn't sure.
The first drops of rain fell as he looked at her. "It's raining." he said.
"I noticed," Lana replied, raising an eyebrow. "Want to go for a drink?"
"Always." He slid his hand down her arm and held her hand tight, as the rain quickly turned into a heavy downpour, they broke into a run towards The Leaky Cauldron.
Stepping inside, Lupin went to find them a private booth and Lana went to get the drinks.
Tom looked at her suspiciously as she approached the bar. "You old enough to drink?" he asked in a gruff voice.
"Very funny Tom," she replied, sliding some money across the bar, "Gimme two Butterbeers and two Firewhiskeys." Turning and looking around the bar, Lana saw where Lupin was.
Grinning his toothless grin, Tom handed over the drinks. Grabbing them, Lana quickly walked over to Lupin.
"Even after all these years, he still creeps me out." Lana said, with a quick raise of the eyebrows.
"Oh yes." said Lupin, helping her set down the drinks.
Lana went to sit down, but paused half way. "Thats weird..." Lana sat down.
"What is it?"
"For the past few days I've been getting these twinges, like...Like a Portkey. Tugging at me, wanting to pull me somewhere. They've been getting stronger since I woke up this morning."
Lupin frowned and took a sip of his Butterbeer.
"Ow..." said Lana, gripping her side. "Ow!" Falling to the floor, Lana gripped her sides in pain. Lupin dropped to the floor and looked at her. Her skin had gone a sort of grey white, and there was a sheen of sweat across her face. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she disappeared with a loud bang, which flung Lupin across the room.
Everyone in the near full bar went silent. There was a thud as a young woman fainted. "YOU KNOW WHO! YOU KNOW WHO!" screamed another, and Lupin quickly Apparated to get out of the way, so people didn't start accusing him of being in league with Voldemort. What had happened back there? He didn't know.
LATER THAT NIGHT, AROUND 8PM
Lana walked into 12, Grimmauld Place. She felt like she hadn't eaten all day. Making her way down to the kitchen, she bumped into the house elf, Kreacher. As usual, he began his string of curses, until he looked up and realised who it was.
"Sorry Mistress, Kreacher apologises, he didn't realise it was Mistress," and on the babbling and grovelling continued until Lana kicked him away from her.
Lana opened the door to the kitchen and was greeted by Harry, Lupin, Dumbledore, Moody, and Molly Weasley. Molly screamed, and Harry jumped out of his seat.
"What? Who died?" asked Lana, walking across the room and helping herself to a large slice of strawberry cheesecake.
"Where have you been?" asked Dumbledore.
"Err...." Lana replied, scooping the cheesecake into her mouth. As she chewed she was aware of everyone pointing their wands at her. "What?" she asked, swallowing.
"It's eight pm. You went missing from The Leaky Cauldron at dinner time." said Dumbledore.
"Sorry, don't know what you're talking about." shrugged Lana, shovelling more cheesecake in. "Hey, this is really good, got any more?" Lana asked, looking at Mrs Weasley.
Moody looked from Lana to Lupin. "You sure what happened happened?"
"Yes!" replied Lupin.
A bang from the kitchen door being slammed open was heard and Snape walked in. "It's all over the Daily Prophet." He threw it on the table in front of her.
On the front cover was a photo of Lana in the middle of her fit. Underneath was a story implying that she has something to do with Voldemort. Lana looked at it confusedly.
"That never happened." said Lana.
"It clearly did, I'm afraid. There are a lot of witnesses. Luckily, they don't have your name. Yet." said Snape.
Lana looked up at him and sneered, "How do I know it wasn't you that set this photo up? Doctored it a little bit and sent it to the press, then modified - Wait wait, that's giving you way too much credit. You could never do that."
Picking up the paper, Lana looked at it more closely as she ate the remainder of the cheesecake. "Seriously though, good work, whoever it was."
"So where have you been for the past eight hours?" asked Snape.
"Look, I don't have to put up with this interrogation crap. What I do, on my time, is my business. And did it occur to you that I might have been at work? And when do I get my wand back? Not that it matters to me, but you obviously think you have some kind of control over me because you have it. And YOU - " Lana said, turning to Lupin, "I thought - I thought you cared. But all that you said today was obviously a lie, someone to keep tabs on me."
"Lana - " he began to protest, not noticing the enquiring looks everyone in the room was giving him.
"I don't want to hear it. I'm moving out. I'll be back for my stuff tomorow." And with that, Lana stormed out of the kitchen and out of the house.