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Trip Down Memory Lane
The hustle and bustle of Diagon Alley seemed to be greater this year. The street was a whirlwind of colors and smells. The rustling of feathers and soft hooting came from the owl post, and the hocking of wares traveled through the crowd from street vendors. Through the crowd of witches and wizards of all ages, Serena swiftly wove in and out of the obstacles, with her niece gripping the back of her sapphire colored robes, as to not get swallowed up by the crowds.
"Hermione dear, why don't you go find your books, and then meet me near the register. I have to look for a book myself."
"All right aunt Serena." With that said, Hermione disappeared into the throng of children looking for their schoolbooks, and Serena began to look for her own book.
"Well, well, well. Serenity, I never thought I see you in Diagon Alley ever again. I see you're looking as beautiful as ever my dear little mudblood."
Serena stiffened at the voice. A flood of memories clashed in her mind: memories of torment, ridicule alienation, humiliation, and most of all, pain. The pain of being sorted into a house where she was shunned. The pain of being singled out because of your lineage and the pain of being humiliated by a person who you thought was showing you kindness.
"Lucius." The name was like the bitterest vinegar in Serenity's mouth. It rolled off her tongue like an arsenic and hemlock tea, leaving a tannic residue in its wake.
"So you remember me, little mudblood."
"How could I ever forget a pompous arse such as yourself Lucius Malfoy?"
"Tsk, tsk, such language for such a tiny woman. Then again, you've always been a spitfire haven't you?" Lucius' lips twisted into a sadistic grin. Serenity turned to face the man whom she had held so much loathing for.
His white-blonde hair was slicked back, just as it had been when they had attended Hogwarts, though his hairline had receded greatly since last she saw him. His face had become more defined, and somewhat more weathered. Fine lines had formed around his eyes and mouth, from scowling too much she supposed. His eyes were the same soul freezing ice blue that had not a hint of warmth in them.
"I was only like this around arrogant bastards, such as yourself and your cronies Lucius."
"As I recall, you yourself wanted to be in my little... entourage."
"What I wanted Lucius Malfoy, was to accepted and not be the object of ridicule. Thank God that I came to my senses when I did, or else I may have become a tool for you and you 'brethren' to use to get to other 'mixed bloods'."
By then Serena was glaring at Lucius and gripping the book she had found. "In any normal circumstance I'd bid a good day, but to wish you one would bring shame and destruction upon man kind." Serena turned and left to find her niece in the crowds.
In a heavily wooded area, north of London, a man sat alone in a shack. On the outside it looked like an old run down hunter's shelter that had been in disuse for decades. The planks that made up the outer wall looked rotted and mossy. The weathered door was boarded over, as were the tiny windows. The thatch roof looked moldy and picked at by the birds. In fact the whole structure look as if it would collapse if sneezed on by a church-mouse.
Amazingly enough the inside was quite different from the outside. The planks inside were solid and polished, and there was a small fireplace that made the inside glow gold. There was a small stove in a corner with a short stone counter with a sink, below a row of cabinets, which held the cups, plates, and cookware. A small wooden table with a lit candle placed in the middle and two wooden chairs was placed near a small icebox.
A single bed lay in the corner opposite the small "kitchen", with a dresser and a large trunk at the foot of the bed. Seated there was a frail looking man, with pale skin and scraggly looking hair. His clothing was well worn, and looked moth eaten. His pale face looked sallow, and his eyes seemed dark and dull as he looked at a picture in his hands.
The picture was of six young adults. Three were handsome young men. One with raven black hair, that seemed unruly. His dark chocolate eyes were framed by black wire-rimmed glasses, and twinkled with mirth. To the right of him was a tall man that was smirking at the camera. His dark black hair was messy, but not unruly as his friend's. His dark blue eyes sparkled mischievously. And lastly to the left was a pale young man with light sandy hair, which was neatly pulled back. A gentile smile graced his lips, while his light grayish eyes looked tired, but sparkled with happiness.
Each of the young men held a young woman in his arms. The young man with the glasses held a classic beauty, with graceful flowing red hair. A light blush graced her pale peach skin, as she smiled warmly to the camera, and her dazzling green eyes, warm and gentile. The tall young man held an exotically mysterious beauty. Her lightly tanned skin and slightly almond shaped eyes gave her an exotic look, and her satin-like hair shimmered with reds, and browns of various shades that gave her the air of mystery. Her full strawberry pink lips curved into a sly grin while her warm brown-green eyes glowed with caring. The last young woman was an angelic beauty. Her hair flowed around her like liquid silk; shimmering ever so slightly that it looked like molten silver. Her rose-pink lips smiled gleefully to the camera and her cool silver-blue eyes that sparked with joy and happiness offset her glowing pale skin. The man ran his fingers across the photo whispering the names of the people as he went across them.
"Sirius... Ari... James... Lilly..." his fingers lingered upon the last figure, as he was choked by a swell of emotion. He uttered the final name, barely above a whisper of a mouse. "Sere."
He remembered the first day that he had seen her. She was a vision. Her silvery hair was wound into a braided coil at the back of her head, and her pale face was flushed with excitement. As she looked to the enchanted ceiling radiant silver-blue eyes sparkled in wonderment and joy. He watched as she spoke animatedly yet hushed to Lilly Evans, a red headed third year Gryffindor, and a mysterious brunette. Of course all eyes were on the two strange girls, since it was in the middle of the term, and she definitely didn't look to be a first year student.
He watched as Lilly said her farewell to the two girls and sat at the Gryffindor table. Remus had been awakened from his trance like state that the angel-like girl seemed to have put him under when Headmaster Albus Dumbledore announced the arrival of two transfer students.
"Ariana Tidal." The Brunette walked up and sat on the stool and was sorted into Gryffindor.
"Serenity Granger." That was her name. The angel that held his attention since she walked through the Hall's massive doors. He watched her as she gracefully swept up the stairs and sat on the stool daintily as the old ragged sorting hat was placed on her head. His heart almost leapt out of his chest when the hat called out "SLYTHERINE!"
All at once his world came crashing down. How could an angel be thrown into the snake pit? She couldn't be evil, and by the way she had acted before with Lilly, she didn't seem to mind Muggle-born witches. In fact She looked distraught to be sorted into that house.
Remus clutched the old photograph, which was taken with a regular muggle camera, to his chest and curled into a tight ball on the small bed. The only sounds were that of the fire crackling away in the small fireplace and the nocturnal creatures of the surrounding forest.
The candle on the table flickered almost as if it were sad to illuminate the man on the bed. A single tear made it's way down his cheek as he fell into a deep dreamless slumber.
There you have it! The Next chapter... FINALLY! Sorry about the wait, There has been a lot of things going on and not all of them good. I'm really trying to work on my writing, but I don't' know when the next chapter will be out. But please review. Hell if you want to E-mail me with some Ideas that'd be great! 'Til next time kiddies, Lunar Neko-chan
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