A/n: thanx to all of those who reviewed. Not going to give you any excuses
because I have none. That's because I never really intended to carry this
on, but I feel like I should. So here it is (
Special thanx go to
ElectraBlack,
Star girl11
Lilrebelgirl
Nemati
Reese craven.
Disclaimer: I never have nor never will own Harry potter and anything that goes with it.
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Remus p.o.v
I sat there as he cried into my arms. So tiny and frail. He was hanging onto me like a lifeline. I never wanted to let him go again. When he came to the house I was surprised to say the least, there he was on the doorstep bleeding and begging. I cried when I saw him, every time I think about it, it makes me shiver.
I was disturbed from my thought by Harry. "R...Remy, sorry"
"Oh Harry no need to be sorry, its not your fault" Harry looked up at Remus with glistening green eyes "Really?"
"Really, really. Now come on you need to rest." Harry lay back against the pillow below him and Remus pulled the covers over him and tucked him in. Remus stood up taking one last look at Harry and walked out the room closing the door quietly behind him.
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As Remus got out of the room he leaned against the wall, tears streamed down his face. Harry was in there after nearly being beaten to death, and he could do nothing but sit there and watch him, and try to comfort him. If only he'd know he could of helped, saved him from this pain.
He felt anger rise up inside of him, towards the Dursleys, Dumbledore, himself anyone and everyone, he just wanted to scream. If only Harry had told, the question of why kept repeating in his mind. Constantly thinking of why, when it started, who started it, and what started it. At least he knew one answer, who.
Dursley, that's who, what right did he have hurting a little child, what right did he have hurting HIS Harry!!
Harry was the only thing he had left, James and Sirius were dead and Peter, he didn't even want to think about it. Harry was his last reason left for carrying on, the last connection left to his once happy life.
He knew Harry would pull through, he always did. But maybe that's the problem; nobody cared for Harry, because they knew that he would always make it through, because they all thought that Harry was the perfect little hero. When in fact he was just a scared little kid trying to play the role that everyone expected him to.
It wasn't fair it just wasn't fair.
With that last thought he pushed himself up and went to get some rest also.
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That's it!! Wow! Never thought I'd get this far. Thanx again to anyone who read this or even reviewed. I hope that maybe over the hols I might carry on and finish this. If anyone has any ideas for plot development or anything at all that could improve this piece of crap please tell me.
See you all soon (hopefully)
Charlie
Disclaimer: I never have nor never will own Harry potter and anything that goes with it.
..............
Remus p.o.v
I sat there as he cried into my arms. So tiny and frail. He was hanging onto me like a lifeline. I never wanted to let him go again. When he came to the house I was surprised to say the least, there he was on the doorstep bleeding and begging. I cried when I saw him, every time I think about it, it makes me shiver.
I was disturbed from my thought by Harry. "R...Remy, sorry"
"Oh Harry no need to be sorry, its not your fault" Harry looked up at Remus with glistening green eyes "Really?"
"Really, really. Now come on you need to rest." Harry lay back against the pillow below him and Remus pulled the covers over him and tucked him in. Remus stood up taking one last look at Harry and walked out the room closing the door quietly behind him.
...
As Remus got out of the room he leaned against the wall, tears streamed down his face. Harry was in there after nearly being beaten to death, and he could do nothing but sit there and watch him, and try to comfort him. If only he'd know he could of helped, saved him from this pain.
He felt anger rise up inside of him, towards the Dursleys, Dumbledore, himself anyone and everyone, he just wanted to scream. If only Harry had told, the question of why kept repeating in his mind. Constantly thinking of why, when it started, who started it, and what started it. At least he knew one answer, who.
Dursley, that's who, what right did he have hurting a little child, what right did he have hurting HIS Harry!!
Harry was the only thing he had left, James and Sirius were dead and Peter, he didn't even want to think about it. Harry was his last reason left for carrying on, the last connection left to his once happy life.
He knew Harry would pull through, he always did. But maybe that's the problem; nobody cared for Harry, because they knew that he would always make it through, because they all thought that Harry was the perfect little hero. When in fact he was just a scared little kid trying to play the role that everyone expected him to.
It wasn't fair it just wasn't fair.
With that last thought he pushed himself up and went to get some rest also.
.....
That's it!! Wow! Never thought I'd get this far. Thanx again to anyone who read this or even reviewed. I hope that maybe over the hols I might carry on and finish this. If anyone has any ideas for plot development or anything at all that could improve this piece of crap please tell me.
See you all soon (hopefully)
Charlie