Hours turned into days and days turned into weeks and before long the weeks had muddled together into months and it was time for me to leave for Hogwarts. Once again I turned to my daily routine of reading the paper whilst sipping dirt cheap coffee.
I was tired.
I was very tired. But what could I do? Nothing.
Soon I found myself picking up my few possessions and looking back into the house with a strange sort of sentimentality one gets when embarking on what may best be described as a life altering event.
I glared into the broken down shack for a moment, remembering just how much I hated it. Then I smirked. And firmly slammed the door closed, or at least tried to but rather the door fell off its hinges. I shrugged and headed towards the train station.
Great.
Just great. My eyes ticked. I missed my train-I'd be traveling with students. Fun.
Oh, well. At least I'd be seated before them. I clamored into the train car as best I could dragging my luggage behind me dejectedly and soon dumped myself into a seat next to a window and allowed my mind to wander.
"Remus…." phantom voices called to me. Grasping for me, pulling me into a time long ago. But their cold, dead hands went through me a constant reminder that I could never return. Their faces taunted me-haunted me first as children, then as adults, and finally the way I last saw them, when I was called to 'clean up the mess'. Their eyes staring lifelessly into the oblivion the calm look upon their faces suggesting that their last moments were those of enlightenment in which the secrets of the galaxies are revealed.
Suddenly I felt cold. A different type of coldness-this was mind numbing.
My eyes snapped open and what I saw made my blood turn ice in my veins. Dementers-dementers where on the train and James was covered in sweat, gasping for breath, and screaming for help at my feet.