Ok here's chp. 6
Firstly, I'm sorry if I was too graphic on the last chapter. I just thought that y'all should understand what werewolves go through every month. Also, sorry that I was dead this past week. There is no inspiration here!
Ok things are going to be moving faster now. I want to get out of his first year.
Disclaimer:….nope, still nothin' …
Chapter 6: Blue Tears and Pumpkin Muffins
"Crap, Remus, what happened!"
Peter, James, and Sirius stood there with confused expressions, their eyes sweeping from the cut above his eyebrow to the numerous cuts on his arm.
"I thought you were visiting your mother!" Sirius protested loudly.
"I was." Remus bowed his head as his face flushed.
"Then what the freak happened!" James looked angry, his glasses askew and hair that seemed to have a life of its own, puffing with frustration also.
"I…tripped." Remus said lamely. "Listen, I have to go finish that Transfiguration essay. See ya later." Picking up his bag, he started walking quickly towards the library. As soon as he was out of sight, he turned and ran up three entire floors to the common room, his heart racing from the questioning of his friends.
Sirius watched him go before turning to James and Peter and asking, "What did he trip over, butcher knifes?"
The two boys shrugged and turned away, although each was thinking along the same lines as Sirius.
Later that night, when they entered the common room, they found Remus asleep over his Transfiguration essay. Together they carried him up the stairs to the dormitory, walking slowly as to not wake him up. They put him on his bed and took off his shoes. Remus was in a subconscious doze, aware of what was happening but unable to do anything about it. His friends went to sleep also, and, as soon as Remus heard their steady breathing, he got up and walked over to the window. The moon looked so beautiful, so harmless. Remus looked over at the three full beds and sighed. He knew there would never be a cure for his lycanthropy and if there was one, it would be long after his time. He knew that his friends would figure it out eventually. He looked out on the miserable looking grounds and started crying. He hadn't cried for a long time, but now the tears flowed freely down his face as his sobs shook his frail body.
James woke suddenly. Someone was crying. He looked over at the bed next to him and saw that Sirius was awake too, staring at him with wide eyes and a finger to his lips. James looked over towards the window and was surprised to see Remus sitting by it, with his head in arms as he cried, sounding like a wounded animal. Why is he crying? James thought, looking over at Sirius, who shrugged his shoulders. James lay their for a long time, listening and staring into the darkness until he saw the silhouette of Remus get up and go back to bed. James turned over and fell into a troubled sleep.
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Halloween
"Ok, you know the plan?"
"Got it."
James and Sirius were sitting with their heads together pouring over a large book. Remus could hear them mumbling all through Transfiguration. This was incredibly distracting to him, as he was trying to turn his matchbox into a beetle. It had grown more rounded and shinier, but had yet to grow all of its legs.
"You're dismissed." McGonagall said with a wave of her wand as the matchboxes flew back towards her.
As soon as Remus was out of the classroom, he turned to James and Sirius and said, "What were you mumbling about? I couldn't concentrate with you talking."
"Ah, that is a mystery for the ages, my friend." Sirius said with a huge grin.
"Or at least till later at the feast tonight." James said a mischievous look in his eyes.
"Let's just say we're getting you entertainment."
"And the other students too, of course. It's only fair."
And with that, they turned and went skipping down the hallway, leaving Remus even more confused than he had been before he asked.
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The great hall looked magnificent. Thousands of live bats flew just out of their reach and gigantic carved pumpkins sat in each corner. The food was different also, with rich, juicy apples and an assortment of goods made from pumpkins, including pie, muffins, and candies. Remus had never seen it look so good. He sat down next to Peter, who was also staring at the marvels around them.
"When do you think they're going to let us eat?" Peter asked, staring fixedly at the Pumpkin muffins.
"Don't know." Remus had more important things on his mind than food. He searched the great hall and spotted Sirius and James over by the Slytherin table.
They started walking over to their table, having spotted Remus, and plopped beside him and Peter with smirks on their faces.
"'Sup Pete?" Sirius said avoiding Remus's gaze.
"Muffin…" Peter ignored him and began seeing how close he could get to them before someone stopped him.
"Righto." Sirius said as he turned to face Remus.
"So…" Remus began.
"So what?" Sirius said casually.
"What did you do!" Remus was angry that they were keeping this from him. Wasn't he trustworthy?
"Well, basically it would go something like this…" James said trying to contain a grin.
"We heard that you knocked Bellatrix out after she attacked us…" Sirius said.
"So that means we got our revenge when you did that."
"However…"
"You still didn't get your revenge on her for picking on you…"
"So we planned your revenge for you…"
"Just without your knowledge." James finished dramatically.
Remus sat there trying to put all the pieces together in his mind.
"So what did you do?"
"We –"
There was a scream and everyone's head turned towards the Slytherin table. Bellatrix was sitting there screaming, her hair a violent shade of neon blue. There was silence for a moment and then the entire hall burst into laughter. Bellatrix got up from the table and ran crying from the room, followed by a few girls and the dark haired boy from earlier.
Remus was laughing too. He could remember when he had laughed this hard. Sirius was laughing so hard he had tears brimming his eyelashes.
"So did you enjoy your revenge?" Sirius asked when he stopped laughing.
Remus looked at him and merely started laughing again.
"Just next time, clue me and Pete in on what you're doing, ok? "
"Deal." James and Sirius said together as they started throwing muffins down the table at the other Gryffindors. Peter watched the muffins sail over his head before finally grabbing one and stuffing it in his mouth.
"Food fight!" James yelled as a cake shaped like a bat flew over his head and hit Sirius in the face.
Needless to say, when it was all over, everyone was in desperate need of a bath. Remus didn't mind however, he never got this dirty at home and it felt good not to be clean for once. Peter was certainly happy, having saved most of his muffins and carried them back to the common room in his pockets.
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Sorry this was a short chapter, but like I said, there is no inspiration here. It's spring break now though so maybe I can find some. If you're wondering what's with the muffins, here's the answer: I went to my friend's house and she had made some REALLY good pumpkin muffins, and it was even more unusual because I don't like pumpkin.:shrugs: Sorry for the lame chapter name, but I couldn't think of anything else.
Thanks to Romulus901, vixenkitsune, and SiriusAllPunked for reviewing.
SiriusAllPunked: Yes, this fic will get awfully scary then. :cackles evilly:
Thanks for all the prank ideas and keep 'em coming!
