Alright well ith second part is here!!!!
Once there was a Sirius. He was stuck. The big, powerful – and slightly ebil – headmaster man had made his stay locked up in his VERY ebil ancestral home that was a million times worse than Azkaban when he was left alone, in his opinion.
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"I wish I could cook..." said Sirius, "The ebil muttering house elf is no good too."
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Sirius sighed.
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"FOOD!"
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"Hey! The kitchen echoes! ECHO!"
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Suddenly, there came the shuffling sound of footsteps. Sirius turned to see who was here and saw the very ebil muttering house elf that he was muttering about earlier.
"Stupid, useless master. Practically killing my mistress with his bad, bad ways. Oh, what my mistress would, blah, blah, blah..."
Sirius tuned out the ebil little muttering house elf when he realized that he was going to start ranting.
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‘Hm. Maybe I can lock Kreacher in his cupboard...’ Sirius thought.
"Kreacher, go lock yourself in your room for an hour."
Without saying anything to Sirius, ebil, muttering house elf Kreacher began more of his signature muttering and stalked off to do his master’s bidding...
"That was really easy. I wonder why I didn’t think of it before... I should do it more often,"
Sirius continued talking to himself, "I thought Remus was going to come today. He said he’d be here at eleven. And now it’s... no wait.
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Now it’s eleven o’one! Darn werewolf... making me wait in the ebil house..."
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Sirius couldn’t think of what to say next so he began to repeat himself.
"Darn werewolf..."
"You wouldn’t be talking about me, would you Sirius?"
Sirius jumped and in doing so, the chair that he was leaning back in tipped over. Sirius crashed.
"Of course not Remus! Why would I say something so vile and terrible to my good ol’ buddy friend!"
Remus rolled his eyes and sat in the not tipped over chair. Sirius looked at the tipped over chair for a while.
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To pick up, or not to pick up?
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Sirius finally decided that he didn’t feel like picking up the tipped over chair and sat in the one opposite Remus.
"Remus, I’m bored! I want to go out!"
"No." Remus said flatly. They had had this conversation before.
"Bu–"
"Where’s Kreacher?"
"Oh you mean ebil, muttering house elf? I told his to go lock himself in his room for an hour."
"And he listened to you?" Remus was surprised.
"Yeah!"
"Huh. I wonder why we never tried that before."
Sirius smiled, then suddenly remembered that he was hungry because the authoress just remembered that he needed food.
"Hey! I know what we can do!"
"What? And it better not have anything to do with going outside!"
"That’s just it! We NEED to go outside to do this! It’s the only way!"
"What is it?"
"Food!"
"Huh?"
"Let’s go get some food!"
"We have food here."
"Oh, please! You and I both know that neither of us can cook! Come on! Please!"
"I’m sure we could throw something together." said Remus unconvincingly.
"The only time that there is something edible in this house is when the Weasely’s are here! Please!"
"But–"
"Please!"
"Well..."
"Please!"
"Fine."
"Please!"
"Siri–"
"Please!"
While Sirius continued to plead with Remus, the gears in his brilliant mind were desperately working, trying to come up with a plan to make Remus agree to go. Remus, on the other hand, was getting tired of Sirius interrupting him saying yes to going outside.
‘There has got to be a way to shut him up!’ Remus thought.
Suddenly and completely out of nowhere, Remus saw a skillet on the table. He smiled at the tempting opportunity that the authoress offered, but decided instead to solve his problem with out resorting to violence as the first resort. So he took out his wand and silenced Sirius.
"Y’know," Remus started, "I did say yes to going outside a while ago, but you kept interrupting me. And while you were interrupting me, I was thinking."
Sirius’s mouth formed the word ‘NO!’
"And I realized that there is a way for us to get food."
Remus got up and walked to the door.
"Wait here Sirius, I’ll be right back." And with that, Remus was gone. Off to get lunch for the two.
Sirius was, of course, still silenced through Remus’s talk and departure. He was throwing a silent fit, stomping his feet and acting very immaturishly, and when Remus left, he just sank to the floor and began silently whining and waiting for the return of Remus.
-- Up To No Good
Monday, November 12, 2007
Thursday, September 06, 2007
Boredom Strikes!
well I was kinda bored one day so I just wrote this completely marnod story that is guaranteed to kill a few brain cells!!! enjoy!
So Sirius walked to the cake shop and said, “Gimme a slice of your biggest, sweetest cake!”
So he got his big, sweet slice and practically inhaled it… Then he started to choke because I said he inhaled it!
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Eventually, he got himself together and left the cake shop with the biggest, goofiest grin on his face. Sirius didn’t know what to do when he left the cake shop, so he started to walk in circles.
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On his fifth round, he found a shiny sickle on the ground.
“OOO! Shiny!” He then bent to pick it up, but before he could touch the shiny sickle, a foot came down and covered the pretty gleam of the silver piece.
Sirius’s jaw dropped and he looked up, glaring at the being who dared to cover his shiny object, and was shocked to see James with an evil glint in his eye.
Sirius jumped up and pointed, “You!”
James laughed an evil laugh, “Mwahaha! Me!”
“Release my sickle, you sickle stealing thief!”
“No! It’s not my fault you were too slow to claim it! And besides the fact that you are slower than turtles in peanut butter, it’s mine!”
Sirius snorted, “Nuh uh! I was circling this area way before you started to! The nice authoress lady said so! And I would never cover the shiny prettiness of the sickle!” Sirius gasped then, “You must be the evil man! Come to steal my shiny sickle!”
James smiled the evil smile, “Mwahaha! I see my reputation precedes me!”
“You will never have the shininess of my sickle, you… you… evil, yucky man!”
“Mwahaha! We shall see about that, canine one!”
Sirius stared at the evil one’s foot covering the shiny prettiness of the sickle and thought, ‘Since he’s evil,… that means that I have to fight evily as well!”
Sirius grinned and snatched the evil one’s glasses from his face.
“Argh! No! I’m blind!” The evil one screamed, covering his eyes and running in the general direction of Sirius, who stood perfectly still as evil man James ran past him… Then Sirius picked up his pretty sickle – grinning in victory – and looked at James evil man’s form circling in the distance.
“Maybe I should have given his glasses back…” Sirius said. Being the good guy that he is –and that we all love – Sirius levitated the glasses to his evil companion.
“Ouch!” James exclaimed, “Thanks mate!”
“No problem!” Sirius called back. Then he walked in the other direction, staring fondly at his shiny victory over the evil friend man.
Sirius’s feet took him to Honeydukes and there he found his good ol’ buddy friend Remus.
“Hey Remus!” Sirius exclaimed. He wanted to celebrate his victory, “I found a sickle! See!” He held up the shiny sickle.
“Really? That’s amazing!” said Remus in mock excitement, his words marinated in sarcasm, “Did you show Peter yet?”
“No!” Sirius said, completely missing the sarcasm, “Where is he!?”
“He’s in the Three Broomsticks! Hurry! You don’t want to miss him!”
Sirius gasped, “You’re right! I’d better go! Bye Remus!” And with that, Sirius rushed out of Honeydukes while Remus rolled his eyes and went back to his previous activity as if nothing had happened.
(Authoress: Mwahaha! *plots evily*)
Missing the authoresses’ evil thought moment, Sirius hurried to the Three Broomsticks, praying that he caught his little friend before he left. Sirius rushed into the Three Broomsticks, and called out, “Peter! Where are you?”
But Sirius’s little friend was nowhere to be found. Feeling lost without anyone to share his excitement with, Sirius sat down and began to think of places that Peter could have gone to.
While deep in thought, a waitress arrived to take his order and, without thinking, Sirius said, “Just a butterbeer.”
“That’ll be one sickle, dear.”
Then, again without thinking, Sirius put the pretty, shiny sickle that he had fought so hard for, in the waitress’s hand.
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When Sirius had finished his butterbeer and prepared to go back to the castle, he realized that his shiny sickle was nowhere to be found. He searched and searched and soon remembered what he had done.
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Sirius was in shock.
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He walked out of the Three Broomsticks in a daze and once he was a good distance away, Sirius fell to his knees and cried out, “NOO!”
Back in the Three Broomsticks, however, three boys, who were laughing and happily drinking butterbeer, paused and listened to the loud exclamation from their friend.
“He spent it again?”
“Yup.”
“Hm.”
The Adventures of Sirius Black
"OOO! Shiny!"
One day, Sirius was walking down the street in Hogsmeade when out of nowhere, he said, “ I think I’ll have some cake.”
So Sirius walked to the cake shop and said, “Gimme a slice of your biggest, sweetest cake!”
So he got his big, sweet slice and practically inhaled it… Then he started to choke because I said he inhaled it!
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Eventually, he got himself together and left the cake shop with the biggest, goofiest grin on his face. Sirius didn’t know what to do when he left the cake shop, so he started to walk in circles.
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On his fifth round, he found a shiny sickle on the ground.
“OOO! Shiny!” He then bent to pick it up, but before he could touch the shiny sickle, a foot came down and covered the pretty gleam of the silver piece.
Sirius’s jaw dropped and he looked up, glaring at the being who dared to cover his shiny object, and was shocked to see James with an evil glint in his eye.
Sirius jumped up and pointed, “You!”
James laughed an evil laugh, “Mwahaha! Me!”
“Release my sickle, you sickle stealing thief!”
“No! It’s not my fault you were too slow to claim it! And besides the fact that you are slower than turtles in peanut butter, it’s mine!”
Sirius snorted, “Nuh uh! I was circling this area way before you started to! The nice authoress lady said so! And I would never cover the shiny prettiness of the sickle!” Sirius gasped then, “You must be the evil man! Come to steal my shiny sickle!”
James smiled the evil smile, “Mwahaha! I see my reputation precedes me!”
“You will never have the shininess of my sickle, you… you… evil, yucky man!”
“Mwahaha! We shall see about that, canine one!”
Sirius stared at the evil one’s foot covering the shiny prettiness of the sickle and thought, ‘Since he’s evil,… that means that I have to fight evily as well!”
Sirius grinned and snatched the evil one’s glasses from his face.
“Argh! No! I’m blind!” The evil one screamed, covering his eyes and running in the general direction of Sirius, who stood perfectly still as evil man James ran past him… Then Sirius picked up his pretty sickle – grinning in victory – and looked at James evil man’s form circling in the distance.
“Maybe I should have given his glasses back…” Sirius said. Being the good guy that he is –and that we all love – Sirius levitated the glasses to his evil companion.
“Ouch!” James exclaimed, “Thanks mate!”
“No problem!” Sirius called back. Then he walked in the other direction, staring fondly at his shiny victory over the evil friend man.
Sirius’s feet took him to Honeydukes and there he found his good ol’ buddy friend Remus.
“Hey Remus!” Sirius exclaimed. He wanted to celebrate his victory, “I found a sickle! See!” He held up the shiny sickle.
“Really? That’s amazing!” said Remus in mock excitement, his words marinated in sarcasm, “Did you show Peter yet?”
“No!” Sirius said, completely missing the sarcasm, “Where is he!?”
“He’s in the Three Broomsticks! Hurry! You don’t want to miss him!”
Sirius gasped, “You’re right! I’d better go! Bye Remus!” And with that, Sirius rushed out of Honeydukes while Remus rolled his eyes and went back to his previous activity as if nothing had happened.
(Authoress: Mwahaha! *plots evily*)
Missing the authoresses’ evil thought moment, Sirius hurried to the Three Broomsticks, praying that he caught his little friend before he left. Sirius rushed into the Three Broomsticks, and called out, “Peter! Where are you?”
But Sirius’s little friend was nowhere to be found. Feeling lost without anyone to share his excitement with, Sirius sat down and began to think of places that Peter could have gone to.
While deep in thought, a waitress arrived to take his order and, without thinking, Sirius said, “Just a butterbeer.”
“That’ll be one sickle, dear.”
Then, again without thinking, Sirius put the pretty, shiny sickle that he had fought so hard for, in the waitress’s hand.
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When Sirius had finished his butterbeer and prepared to go back to the castle, he realized that his shiny sickle was nowhere to be found. He searched and searched and soon remembered what he had done.
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Sirius was in shock.
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He walked out of the Three Broomsticks in a daze and once he was a good distance away, Sirius fell to his knees and cried out, “NOO!”
Back in the Three Broomsticks, however, three boys, who were laughing and happily drinking butterbeer, paused and listened to the loud exclamation from their friend.
“He spent it again?”
“Yup.”
“Hm.”
THE END!
-- Up To No Good
Sunday, July 29, 2007
hehe um... rewrite?
Well since I read the seventh book... I decided to rewrite the second chapter... hehe
With Dumbledore's help, I was given the opportunity to attend school. An opportunity that I thought I had lost when I was bitten. I would be starting just like every other eleven year old. There were, however, a few things that I had to remember while I was there. My parents explained to me that there would be a secret passageway leading out to a house on the outskirts of the wizarding village just outside of Hogwarts. I was to use that passageway and stay in the house during my entire transformation. I was not to leave the house at all while not in human form.
I realized that these "rules" were for others safety as well as my own. Whenever I changed, I completely lost all sense of reasoning and judgement. I was a raging, bloodthirsty beast that would attack anything that moved and breathed. My father knew all of this, so before Hogwarts, whenever it was time for me to change, he would always take me deep into the forest, away from the village, let me change and come collect me in the morning when I had passed out from exhaustion.
I was so excited to finally be going to school that even the jeers and glares that I received from the other children and their parents couldn't bring me down. I felt like the luckiest person alive to be going to a school where nobody knew me! One thing did bring me down though. I had relied on my parents so much after I was bitten. They were always there to cheer me up after a bad day and they always kept me safe when I changed. I would miss their help and love. I knew that I would be back during the summer and winter holidays, but something inside me was still hesitant to let go of that dependency.
-- Up To No Good
With Dumbledore's help, I was given the opportunity to attend school. An opportunity that I thought I had lost when I was bitten. I would be starting just like every other eleven year old. There were, however, a few things that I had to remember while I was there. My parents explained to me that there would be a secret passageway leading out to a house on the outskirts of the wizarding village just outside of Hogwarts. I was to use that passageway and stay in the house during my entire transformation. I was not to leave the house at all while not in human form.
I realized that these "rules" were for others safety as well as my own. Whenever I changed, I completely lost all sense of reasoning and judgement. I was a raging, bloodthirsty beast that would attack anything that moved and breathed. My father knew all of this, so before Hogwarts, whenever it was time for me to change, he would always take me deep into the forest, away from the village, let me change and come collect me in the morning when I had passed out from exhaustion.
I was so excited to finally be going to school that even the jeers and glares that I received from the other children and their parents couldn't bring me down. I felt like the luckiest person alive to be going to a school where nobody knew me! One thing did bring me down though. I had relied on my parents so much after I was bitten. They were always there to cheer me up after a bad day and they always kept me safe when I changed. I would miss their help and love. I knew that I would be back during the summer and winter holidays, but something inside me was still hesitant to let go of that dependency.
-- Up To No Good
Saturday, July 21, 2007
THE DAY IS FINALLY HERE!!! Along with some exciting news!!
IT'S HERE!!! The wait is over!!! FINALLY!!!!! I am so excited!!!!!! To add to my happiness, My cousin Amanda is getting married!!! She is now officially engaged and I'm so happy for her!!! well ok then... bye bye!!!!
-- Up To No Good
-- Up To No Good
Friday, July 20, 2007
Quotes and Status!
Well Though I am not stuck anymore, I seem to have lost my writing pen!! :( It's been with me for so long and I lost it somewhere in another state so there is no possible way of getting it back! It's one of those really inky pens and I have alot of them at home but I'm not at home at the moment and I won't be til next week so no writing unless I get a new pen!!! :( Yes, I am that stubborn!!
I do have some fun quotes though!!!
1) The saying "Getting there is half the fun" became obsolete with the advent of commercial airlines.
- Henry J. Tillman
2) "You are slower than turtles stampeding through peanut butter!"
3) Advertising may be described as the science of arresting the human intelligence long enough to get money from it.
- Stephen Leacock
4) The tooth fairy teaches children that they can sell body parts for money.
- David Richerby
HARRY POTTER AND THE DEATHLY HOLLOWS COMES OUT TOMORROW!!!!
-- Up To No Good
I do have some fun quotes though!!!
1) The saying "Getting there is half the fun" became obsolete with the advent of commercial airlines.
- Henry J. Tillman
2) "You are slower than turtles stampeding through peanut butter!"
3) Advertising may be described as the science of arresting the human intelligence long enough to get money from it.
- Stephen Leacock
4) The tooth fairy teaches children that they can sell body parts for money.
- David Richerby
HARRY POTTER AND THE DEATHLY HOLLOWS COMES OUT TOMORROW!!!!
-- Up To No Good
Saturday, July 07, 2007
3 MORE DAYS!!!!! (oh and I'm not stuck anymore!) ^-^
So after weeks of being stuck behind a wall, I have found a way around it!! That's right! I'm not stuck!! it might be a little but I still wrote it!!! Only 3 more days people!!!!! WHOO!!!! Here's the additions to The Remus Journals!
While I was zoned out, James stepped around me and proceeded to help the boy up and into our cabin. Once we were all settled, James and I began our "interrogation". The boy's name was Peter Pettigrew and he, like myself and James, was beginning his first year at Hogwarts.
I started to ask, "So, what hou--", but was cut off when a boy with semi-long black air and stormy gray eyes ran into the compartment and slammed the door shut. He had a miscievous grin on his face yet looked like a child on Christmas morning. The sounds of muffled laughter soon drifted in followed by a banshee-like shriek. Running footsteps and a pounding at our compartment door soon followed.
"Who're you?' James asked.
The boy peered over his shoulder, "The name's Sirius Black. Nice to meet you." His attention zipped back to keeping the door shut.
"Black?" James said, "As in that family that believes in wizarding supremacy and that all muggles and half-bloods should die?"
My stomach dropped.
The boy - Sirius - threw a scowl over his shoulder, though it didn't seem to be aim at anyone in particular. "Yup, That's the one. Bunch of good for nothing quacks in my opinion."
I caught James trying to hide a grin and had to suppress one myself. The kind of people that James had described were exactly the kind that I was determined to avoid. When I heard Sirius's reply to the accusations, I felt a great pressure lift from me.
The pounding at the door stopped and Sirius began to relax. He turned to us saying, "So, seeing as we've already established who I am. What're your names?"
James stepped forward, "I'm James Potter. This is Peter Pettigrew, and that's Remus Lupin."
"It's nice to meet you," I added after my introduction.
-- Up To No Good
While I was zoned out, James stepped around me and proceeded to help the boy up and into our cabin. Once we were all settled, James and I began our "interrogation". The boy's name was Peter Pettigrew and he, like myself and James, was beginning his first year at Hogwarts.
I started to ask, "So, what hou--", but was cut off when a boy with semi-long black air and stormy gray eyes ran into the compartment and slammed the door shut. He had a miscievous grin on his face yet looked like a child on Christmas morning. The sounds of muffled laughter soon drifted in followed by a banshee-like shriek. Running footsteps and a pounding at our compartment door soon followed.
"Who're you?' James asked.
The boy peered over his shoulder, "The name's Sirius Black. Nice to meet you." His attention zipped back to keeping the door shut.
"Black?" James said, "As in that family that believes in wizarding supremacy and that all muggles and half-bloods should die?"
My stomach dropped.
The boy - Sirius - threw a scowl over his shoulder, though it didn't seem to be aim at anyone in particular. "Yup, That's the one. Bunch of good for nothing quacks in my opinion."
I caught James trying to hide a grin and had to suppress one myself. The kind of people that James had described were exactly the kind that I was determined to avoid. When I heard Sirius's reply to the accusations, I felt a great pressure lift from me.
The pounding at the door stopped and Sirius began to relax. He turned to us saying, "So, seeing as we've already established who I am. What're your names?"
James stepped forward, "I'm James Potter. This is Peter Pettigrew, and that's Remus Lupin."
"It's nice to meet you," I added after my introduction.
-- Up To No Good
Tuesday, June 19, 2007
So then... about that weather!
yeah... it infuriates me, but I'm stuck... (in the words of my one year old nephew, "I' 'thuk") Now I have even more reason to hate Peter Pettigrew. Stupid rat... being all difficult. Well I'm trying! I know I'll get it eventually! On a happier note, my excentric cousin Michelle is getting baptized! YaY!! And we are trying to go camping! Which is always a fun family type thing that I love to do!!
Darn I hate being stuck...
-- Up To No Good
Darn I hate being stuck...
-- Up To No Good
Friday, April 20, 2007
Validation is a beautiful thing
My story on the amazing HPFF has been validated!! Yesses for me!!!
The Remus Journals
-- Up To No Good
The Remus Journals
-- Up To No Good
Friday, April 13, 2007
A little treat for you...
ok I decided that I would post up a random little holocaust story that I wrote. It was for an assignment in English class. And this one isn't like other Holocaust stories... no, this one is a romantic comedy! Just read and you will find out!
Death Camps and Car Crashes
As we approached the house, my anticipation grew even more, if that’s remotely possible that is. After six long years of monstrous Nazis, concentration and death camps, and the ever terrifying foul comrades, finally being with Emma again would be like heaven.
Perhaps I should introduce myself. I’m James Edward Danvers, Lance-Corporal of the 10th squad in the British Army. I was involved in the liberation of the Nazi concentration camp Bergen-Belsen. I still remember the faces of the victims as we arrived. The look was one of relief, joy, and fear. It’s still difficult to believe exactly what I saw. I never thought that it was possible for human beings to treat each other in such a gruesome, barbaric way. I felt as though I had just stepped into a nightmare. A nightmare filled with genocide, gas chambers, and millions of frightfully emaciated people. Dead and alive.
I shook the nightmarish images from my head, and turned my attention towards the conversation that the four other men riding in the car with me were having. These men were the few, that were my friends, that were with me when we arrived at Belsen. Loyal and dead stubborn ‘til the end.
“Who goes next after we ditch this bum?” said Thomas. Thomas was the only one out of the four that I had known before the war. We had been friends while growing up in London.
“You know you would be lost with out me!” I countered, feigning a hurt look. “Admit it. You wouldn’t last one day on your own!”
When we finally stopped at the house that I shared with Emma, the others in the car looked out the window, whistling and mocking me and my large, perfectly clean dwelling. The house was located in the country side of England, not too near and not too far from London. Not knowing when I would see my friends again, I invited them in for a tour of the house and to meet the first-hand the one being that I never stopped talking about.
As I fought the urge to run and skip with joy while we walked up the stone walkway, Oliver, another comrade from war, saw through the mask that I kept up to hide my anticipation and called me on it.
“Look at him! The prick looks like he’s about to piss himself!”
The others howled with laughter at this. I was always a topic of amusement for these guys. For example, because of the area, I knew about three of our neighbors while Emma knew all of them. It’s not that I didn’t like people, as all of the men walking with me believe. It’s just that sometimes I prefer the solitude of living with only one other person. Even if that other person insists on visiting with friends and keeping up an image, it’s not terribly difficult to talk them out of it.
Which brings us to the topic of Emma. Emma is my wife. We wed a couple of weeks before I was called to fight in the war. I last saw her about two years ago during one of those rare times when I was allowed home for a few days. We didn’t do much, seeing as the world was on high alert, but I still enjoyed it. We had actually gone to school together. She was-- well, I should probably say that she wasn’t exceedingly popular. She was a quiet mousy girl that nobody really paid attention to. I was the complete opposite though. While she was quiet and reserved, I was loud and boisterous; though if you met her now you would never suspect that she was ever quiet. I never really knew or noticed her throughout high school, but Thomas was apparently good friends with her and still is. In college, we studied Pre-Med with her, but both Thomas and I quickly realized that you actually needed brains to study that and quickly transferred out of the class while she continued on and became a nurse. We began going out in 1938 when I had to go to the hospital due to a stomach virus. She was the nurse assigned to watch over me and after two years of seeing each other we decided to marry.
When the door remained unopened after a good five minutes, I figured that she was at work. She commuted to work at the hospital in London, and with the war finishing up she was most likely working overtime due to the numerous injuries of the soldiers. This hospital was not one of those damaged by Germany’s bombing in 1940, which also meant that the patients from the Coventry and Warwickshire Hospital were temporarily moved to the one that she worked at.
Using the spare key that lay hidden on the ledge over the door, we let ourselves in. I told them to wait in the family room while I played the part of host and fixed some drinks. Their jeering laughter followed me to the kitchen. Once the drinks were distributed, we began recalling stories from Germany.
“How many do you reckon you killed, mate?” Oliver asked as casually as if killing was something that people always talked about. That’s how Oliver was though. Spontaneous and blunt.
“When?”
“During Belsen”
I knew exactly what they were talking about. A couple days after the war ended, while we were still helping out in Belsen, nearly half of the Nazi/SS prisoners escaped from the camp. The 10th squad was the nearest to where they were escaping to so our commanding officer ordered us after them. The prisoners had somehow managed to pinch some of our weapons and were well into the forest when we arrived. As Lance-Corporal, I had ordered the men to stand back and let the bastards believe we were still after them, but some didn’t listen. They continued to give chase and we lost a good five men. The only ones that did survive were walking with me right now. Once the escapees were out of ammo, we continued chasing and eventually we got rid of them all.
Nearly an hour later, I heard the distinct sound of tires rolling over the gravel in the drive way. Someone was here. Leaning over, I glanced out the window I saw that it was my beloved Emma’s car.
“Emma!” Heart bursting with joy, I got up and rushed to the door. Again, the laughter of my so-called ‘friends’ chased after me, but at this point, I didn’t care. I yanked the door open and hurried to the bright blue car that she was getting out of, her back facing me. Even from behind she looked perfect. She had gorgeous auburn tresses that fell in a waterfall down a lean, powerful back. She was a vision of perfection from every angle. She turned and I saw her amber eyes look at me in alarm. Then, I got a skull-splitting feeling in my head. Little colored dots splashed onto my vision, eventually overpowering my mind and thrusting me into a world of shadows.
Blinking a couple of times, I realized that I was in my bedroom in the house. Emma was sitting by my side and Thomas, Oliver, and the rest were at the foot of the bed, laughing. They seemed to be doing a lot of that lately.
“Look’s like our little sleeping beauty decided to grace us with his presence!” I heard Thomas mock in the background. Honestly, I don’t know why I still call him my best mate.
“James? Are you alright?” a soft, gentle voice asked. EMMA! I promptly sat up and felt my head throbbing in protest, causing me to fall back on the bed. I twisted over and groaned into my soft, fresh smelling pillow.
“What happened?” I asked in a muffled voice.
Emma smiled and said, “When you ran up behind me I didn’t know who it was. So I stepped to the side and you ran into the car.”
The others roared with laughter.
“The look on your face was priceless, mate!” Oliver added.
“I love you too, Oliver,” I said scowling at them.
A fresh batch of laughter followed. Honestly, could they do anything else? They sounded like a bunch of hyenas. I looked up and saw Emma smiling at me.
“So. You going to tell me how things went over there?”
“Maybe.” I said, the tone of my voice serious, “My head is really killing me and trip back was completely draining. I might have to-” My rant was cut off when her lips touched mine. The corners of my lips curved upward in a grin as I pulled her deeper into the kiss. Holding onto her with one hand, I waved the others out, but they didn’t go quietly. Like a bunch of twelve-year-olds they gagged as they made their way out. Usually I would retaliate by rushing over and literally throwing them out of the house through either the window or the door, but right now I was happy exactly where I was.
-- Up To No Good
As we approached the house, my anticipation grew even more, if that’s remotely possible that is. After six long years of monstrous Nazis, concentration and death camps, and the ever terrifying foul comrades, finally being with Emma again would be like heaven.
Perhaps I should introduce myself. I’m James Edward Danvers, Lance-Corporal of the 10th squad in the British Army. I was involved in the liberation of the Nazi concentration camp Bergen-Belsen. I still remember the faces of the victims as we arrived. The look was one of relief, joy, and fear. It’s still difficult to believe exactly what I saw. I never thought that it was possible for human beings to treat each other in such a gruesome, barbaric way. I felt as though I had just stepped into a nightmare. A nightmare filled with genocide, gas chambers, and millions of frightfully emaciated people. Dead and alive.
I shook the nightmarish images from my head, and turned my attention towards the conversation that the four other men riding in the car with me were having. These men were the few, that were my friends, that were with me when we arrived at Belsen. Loyal and dead stubborn ‘til the end.
“Who goes next after we ditch this bum?” said Thomas. Thomas was the only one out of the four that I had known before the war. We had been friends while growing up in London.
“You know you would be lost with out me!” I countered, feigning a hurt look. “Admit it. You wouldn’t last one day on your own!”
When we finally stopped at the house that I shared with Emma, the others in the car looked out the window, whistling and mocking me and my large, perfectly clean dwelling. The house was located in the country side of England, not too near and not too far from London. Not knowing when I would see my friends again, I invited them in for a tour of the house and to meet the first-hand the one being that I never stopped talking about.
As I fought the urge to run and skip with joy while we walked up the stone walkway, Oliver, another comrade from war, saw through the mask that I kept up to hide my anticipation and called me on it.
“Look at him! The prick looks like he’s about to piss himself!”
The others howled with laughter at this. I was always a topic of amusement for these guys. For example, because of the area, I knew about three of our neighbors while Emma knew all of them. It’s not that I didn’t like people, as all of the men walking with me believe. It’s just that sometimes I prefer the solitude of living with only one other person. Even if that other person insists on visiting with friends and keeping up an image, it’s not terribly difficult to talk them out of it.
Which brings us to the topic of Emma. Emma is my wife. We wed a couple of weeks before I was called to fight in the war. I last saw her about two years ago during one of those rare times when I was allowed home for a few days. We didn’t do much, seeing as the world was on high alert, but I still enjoyed it. We had actually gone to school together. She was-- well, I should probably say that she wasn’t exceedingly popular. She was a quiet mousy girl that nobody really paid attention to. I was the complete opposite though. While she was quiet and reserved, I was loud and boisterous; though if you met her now you would never suspect that she was ever quiet. I never really knew or noticed her throughout high school, but Thomas was apparently good friends with her and still is. In college, we studied Pre-Med with her, but both Thomas and I quickly realized that you actually needed brains to study that and quickly transferred out of the class while she continued on and became a nurse. We began going out in 1938 when I had to go to the hospital due to a stomach virus. She was the nurse assigned to watch over me and after two years of seeing each other we decided to marry.
When the door remained unopened after a good five minutes, I figured that she was at work. She commuted to work at the hospital in London, and with the war finishing up she was most likely working overtime due to the numerous injuries of the soldiers. This hospital was not one of those damaged by Germany’s bombing in 1940, which also meant that the patients from the Coventry and Warwickshire Hospital were temporarily moved to the one that she worked at.
Using the spare key that lay hidden on the ledge over the door, we let ourselves in. I told them to wait in the family room while I played the part of host and fixed some drinks. Their jeering laughter followed me to the kitchen. Once the drinks were distributed, we began recalling stories from Germany.
“How many do you reckon you killed, mate?” Oliver asked as casually as if killing was something that people always talked about. That’s how Oliver was though. Spontaneous and blunt.
“When?”
“During Belsen”
I knew exactly what they were talking about. A couple days after the war ended, while we were still helping out in Belsen, nearly half of the Nazi/SS prisoners escaped from the camp. The 10th squad was the nearest to where they were escaping to so our commanding officer ordered us after them. The prisoners had somehow managed to pinch some of our weapons and were well into the forest when we arrived. As Lance-Corporal, I had ordered the men to stand back and let the bastards believe we were still after them, but some didn’t listen. They continued to give chase and we lost a good five men. The only ones that did survive were walking with me right now. Once the escapees were out of ammo, we continued chasing and eventually we got rid of them all.
Nearly an hour later, I heard the distinct sound of tires rolling over the gravel in the drive way. Someone was here. Leaning over, I glanced out the window I saw that it was my beloved Emma’s car.
“Emma!” Heart bursting with joy, I got up and rushed to the door. Again, the laughter of my so-called ‘friends’ chased after me, but at this point, I didn’t care. I yanked the door open and hurried to the bright blue car that she was getting out of, her back facing me. Even from behind she looked perfect. She had gorgeous auburn tresses that fell in a waterfall down a lean, powerful back. She was a vision of perfection from every angle. She turned and I saw her amber eyes look at me in alarm. Then, I got a skull-splitting feeling in my head. Little colored dots splashed onto my vision, eventually overpowering my mind and thrusting me into a world of shadows.
Blinking a couple of times, I realized that I was in my bedroom in the house. Emma was sitting by my side and Thomas, Oliver, and the rest were at the foot of the bed, laughing. They seemed to be doing a lot of that lately.
“Look’s like our little sleeping beauty decided to grace us with his presence!” I heard Thomas mock in the background. Honestly, I don’t know why I still call him my best mate.
“James? Are you alright?” a soft, gentle voice asked. EMMA! I promptly sat up and felt my head throbbing in protest, causing me to fall back on the bed. I twisted over and groaned into my soft, fresh smelling pillow.
“What happened?” I asked in a muffled voice.
Emma smiled and said, “When you ran up behind me I didn’t know who it was. So I stepped to the side and you ran into the car.”
The others roared with laughter.
“The look on your face was priceless, mate!” Oliver added.
“I love you too, Oliver,” I said scowling at them.
A fresh batch of laughter followed. Honestly, could they do anything else? They sounded like a bunch of hyenas. I looked up and saw Emma smiling at me.
“So. You going to tell me how things went over there?”
“Maybe.” I said, the tone of my voice serious, “My head is really killing me and trip back was completely draining. I might have to-” My rant was cut off when her lips touched mine. The corners of my lips curved upward in a grin as I pulled her deeper into the kiss. Holding onto her with one hand, I waved the others out, but they didn’t go quietly. Like a bunch of twelve-year-olds they gagged as they made their way out. Usually I would retaliate by rushing over and literally throwing them out of the house through either the window or the door, but right now I was happy exactly where I was.
-- Up To No Good
Thursday, April 12, 2007
Less than 100 days!!!
Just look at my countdown! doesn't it just fill you with joyfulness!!! Less than a hundred days!! Marsha will kill me for this but, WHOO HOO!!!!! haha don't worry I haven't forgotten my story! here it is. I just typed it up so it hasn't been through my "half-fish" or my beta. Raina is such an awesome gal!! I really hope she remembers me. I asked her to look over chapter two way back in 2006! well here it is! OH! Look at my progress bar on the side!
He called my bluff two minutes into the conversation, and instead of taunting me about my lack of Quidditch knowledge, he began explaining the sport to me.
An hour and five chocolate frogs later, there was a high pitched squeak outside our compartment followed closely by a loud crash as if someone had run into a closed door. As dozens of heads popped out of compartments, mine being one of them, I saw a small, blond headed boy curled up at my feet cradling his nose. It seemed that my door-crashing assumption wasn’t too far off. When I bent down to help him up, I heard choruses of laughter from the many surrounding compartments. I froze. Listening to the harsh sounds of delight at the boy’s pain brought back memories that I was determined to lock away in the deepest recesses of my mind.
-- Up To No Good
He called my bluff two minutes into the conversation, and instead of taunting me about my lack of Quidditch knowledge, he began explaining the sport to me.
An hour and five chocolate frogs later, there was a high pitched squeak outside our compartment followed closely by a loud crash as if someone had run into a closed door. As dozens of heads popped out of compartments, mine being one of them, I saw a small, blond headed boy curled up at my feet cradling his nose. It seemed that my door-crashing assumption wasn’t too far off. When I bent down to help him up, I heard choruses of laughter from the many surrounding compartments. I froze. Listening to the harsh sounds of delight at the boy’s pain brought back memories that I was determined to lock away in the deepest recesses of my mind.
-- Up To No Good
Saturday, March 24, 2007
New Title and Editations!
I know people will be tired of seeing this all the time but who cares! This is for me!! Well I got my "half fish" Nique to look over it and she pointed out some editations that had to be made. Also the title of the story is being changed from "The Marauder Chronicles" to "The Remus Journals" I changed it because right now I want to focus just on Remus for this one. If I decide to write the others, then they will be named something similar like "The Sirius Journals" or "The Sirius Notebooks" Something like that.
Here's Chapter two with all the editations that my "half fish" made!
With Dumbledore’s help I was finally able to attend school. Of course, certain precautions had to be made. Prior to my arrival, a secret passage was created that led to an old house on the outskirts of the nearby wizarding village of Hogsmeade. To conceal that passage, a particularly violent tree called the Whomping Willow was planted at the entrance, preventing anyone from getting too close to my hidden tunnel. Both the tunnel and the house were to be used by me when I Changed.
I was extremely anxious to know how the other children would react to me. After living in a neglecting then hostile environment for six years, I didn’t know what to expect. There were two things, however, that I regretted to leave. The first being my family, and the second being the forest behind our house. The forest was my sanctuary, a place that I went to when life got too overwhelming. Those were the times that I wished I could transform at will. Yes, it was excruciatingly painful, but with the pain came an exhilarating, adrenaline pounding experience. There was a certain feeling of escape. Running was also a big part of the changes. Soon after I was bitten and changing regularly, I began running to ease the pain. Changing is exhausting work, and running helped me to regain my strength quicker than if I just rested in bed all day. However, everything changed when I went to Hogwarts.
I remember dreading the moment when I had to board the train. Not because I didn’t want to go, but because I had never been away from my parents for a long period of time. They had always been there. Completely understanding no matter how angry or depressed I was. To leave this comfort zone and travel to some unknown place was odd. I figured that was the wolf in me talking. In my mind, I was ready to leave that hell, but the wolf protested, insisting that I stayed to protect what was mine. Fortunately, that urge was quickly stifled and I was able to board the scarlet train that would take me to my new home.
Once on the train, I searched for the emptiest compartment that I could find. I ended up in one with a boy around my age who had thick, rowdy hair and kind hazel eyes that had a tint of mischief in them. His name was James Potter, and while there was some awkwardness at first, we worked through that and became fast friends. I remember the very first thing he said, after our introductions, was, “Do you like Quidditch?”. I honestly knew nothing about the sport other than the fact that it was played on broomsticks. However, wanting to fit in, I said that I loved the game. Needless to say that didn’t go too well. He caught my bluff less than two minutes into the conversation.
-- Up To No Good
Here's Chapter two with all the editations that my "half fish" made!
Train Rides
With Dumbledore’s help I was finally able to attend school. Of course, certain precautions had to be made. Prior to my arrival, a secret passage was created that led to an old house on the outskirts of the nearby wizarding village of Hogsmeade. To conceal that passage, a particularly violent tree called the Whomping Willow was planted at the entrance, preventing anyone from getting too close to my hidden tunnel. Both the tunnel and the house were to be used by me when I Changed.
I was extremely anxious to know how the other children would react to me. After living in a neglecting then hostile environment for six years, I didn’t know what to expect. There were two things, however, that I regretted to leave. The first being my family, and the second being the forest behind our house. The forest was my sanctuary, a place that I went to when life got too overwhelming. Those were the times that I wished I could transform at will. Yes, it was excruciatingly painful, but with the pain came an exhilarating, adrenaline pounding experience. There was a certain feeling of escape. Running was also a big part of the changes. Soon after I was bitten and changing regularly, I began running to ease the pain. Changing is exhausting work, and running helped me to regain my strength quicker than if I just rested in bed all day. However, everything changed when I went to Hogwarts.
I remember dreading the moment when I had to board the train. Not because I didn’t want to go, but because I had never been away from my parents for a long period of time. They had always been there. Completely understanding no matter how angry or depressed I was. To leave this comfort zone and travel to some unknown place was odd. I figured that was the wolf in me talking. In my mind, I was ready to leave that hell, but the wolf protested, insisting that I stayed to protect what was mine. Fortunately, that urge was quickly stifled and I was able to board the scarlet train that would take me to my new home.
Once on the train, I searched for the emptiest compartment that I could find. I ended up in one with a boy around my age who had thick, rowdy hair and kind hazel eyes that had a tint of mischief in them. His name was James Potter, and while there was some awkwardness at first, we worked through that and became fast friends. I remember the very first thing he said, after our introductions, was, “Do you like Quidditch?”. I honestly knew nothing about the sport other than the fact that it was played on broomsticks. However, wanting to fit in, I said that I loved the game. Needless to say that didn’t go too well. He caught my bluff less than two minutes into the conversation.
-- Up To No Good
Saturday, March 10, 2007
Marauder Chronicles Chapter 2 - WIP
I wrote just a tad more to the little sneak peek down there!
Train Rides
With Dumbledore’s help I was finally able to attend school. Of course, certain precautions had to be made. Prior to my arrival, a secret passage was created that led to an old house on the outskirts of the nearby wizarding village of Hogsmeade. To conceal that passage, a particularly violent tree called the Whomping Willow was planted at the entrance, preventing anyone from getting too close to my hidden tunnel. Both the tunnel and the house were to be used by me when I Changed.
I was extremely anxious to know how the other children would react to me. After living in a neglecting then hostile environment for six years, I didn’t know what to expect. There were two things, however, that I regretted to leave. The first being my family, and the second being the forest behind our house. The forest was my sanctuary, a place that I went to when life got too overwhelming. Those were the times that I wished I could transform at will. Yes, it is excruciatingly painful, but with that pain comes an exhilarating, adrenaline pounding experience. There was a certain feeling of escape. I felt free and unstoppable when I Changed and ran. Running was also a big part of the changes. Soon after I was bitten and changing regularly, I began running to ease the pain. Changing is exhausting work, and running helped me to regain my strength quicker than if I just rested in bed all day. However, everything changed when I went to Hogwarts.
I remember dreading the moment when I had to board the train. Not because I didn’t want to go, but because I had never been away from my parents for a long period of time. They had always been there. Completely understanding no matter how angry or depressed I was. To leave this comfort zone and travel to some unknown place was odd. I figured that was the wolf in me taking. I my mind, I was ready to leave that hell, but the wolf protested, insisting that I stayed to protect what was mine. Fortunately, That urge was quickly stifled and I was able to board the scarlet train that would take me to my new home.
Once on the train, I searched for the emptiest compartment that I could find. I ended up in one with a boy around my age who had thick, rowdy hair and kind hazel eyes that had a tint of mischief in them. His name was James Potter, and while there was some awkwardness at first, we worked through that and became fast friends. I remember the very first thing he said, after our introductions, was, “Do you like Quidditch?”. I honestly knew nothing about the sport other than the fact that it was played on broomsticks. However, wanting to fit in, I said that I loved the game. Needless to say that didn’t go too well. He caught my bluff less than two minutes into the conversation.
--Up To No Good
With Dumbledore’s help I was finally able to attend school. Of course, certain precautions had to be made. Prior to my arrival, a secret passage was created that led to an old house on the outskirts of the nearby wizarding village of Hogsmeade. To conceal that passage, a particularly violent tree called the Whomping Willow was planted at the entrance, preventing anyone from getting too close to my hidden tunnel. Both the tunnel and the house were to be used by me when I Changed.
I was extremely anxious to know how the other children would react to me. After living in a neglecting then hostile environment for six years, I didn’t know what to expect. There were two things, however, that I regretted to leave. The first being my family, and the second being the forest behind our house. The forest was my sanctuary, a place that I went to when life got too overwhelming. Those were the times that I wished I could transform at will. Yes, it is excruciatingly painful, but with that pain comes an exhilarating, adrenaline pounding experience. There was a certain feeling of escape. I felt free and unstoppable when I Changed and ran. Running was also a big part of the changes. Soon after I was bitten and changing regularly, I began running to ease the pain. Changing is exhausting work, and running helped me to regain my strength quicker than if I just rested in bed all day. However, everything changed when I went to Hogwarts.
I remember dreading the moment when I had to board the train. Not because I didn’t want to go, but because I had never been away from my parents for a long period of time. They had always been there. Completely understanding no matter how angry or depressed I was. To leave this comfort zone and travel to some unknown place was odd. I figured that was the wolf in me taking. I my mind, I was ready to leave that hell, but the wolf protested, insisting that I stayed to protect what was mine. Fortunately, That urge was quickly stifled and I was able to board the scarlet train that would take me to my new home.
Once on the train, I searched for the emptiest compartment that I could find. I ended up in one with a boy around my age who had thick, rowdy hair and kind hazel eyes that had a tint of mischief in them. His name was James Potter, and while there was some awkwardness at first, we worked through that and became fast friends. I remember the very first thing he said, after our introductions, was, “Do you like Quidditch?”. I honestly knew nothing about the sport other than the fact that it was played on broomsticks. However, wanting to fit in, I said that I loved the game. Needless to say that didn’t go too well. He caught my bluff less than two minutes into the conversation.
--Up To No Good
Tuesday, March 06, 2007
Sneak Peek!! Marauder Chronicles Chapter 2!!
ok This is the unedited first draft of the first couple sentences of chapter two!!
WoW... That was a mouth full...
Remus Lupin
With Dumbledore's help I was finally able to attend school. Of course certain precautions had to be made. Prior to my arrival, a secret passage was created that led from the school grounds to an old house on the outskirts of the nearby wizarding village of Hogsmeade. To conceal that passage, a particularly violent tree called the Whomping Willow was planted at the entrance, preventing anyone from getting too close to the hidden tunnel.
There will be more soon!!
--Up To No Good
WoW... That was a mouth full...
With Dumbledore's help I was finally able to attend school. Of course certain precautions had to be made. Prior to my arrival, a secret passage was created that led from the school grounds to an old house on the outskirts of the nearby wizarding village of Hogsmeade. To conceal that passage, a particularly violent tree called the Whomping Willow was planted at the entrance, preventing anyone from getting too close to the hidden tunnel.
There will be more soon!!
--Up To No Good
Sunday, March 04, 2007
Marauder Chronicles Chapter 1
My name is Remus Lupin, and I am a werewolf. Although I try not to think much about the event, the night that I was bitten drastically changed not only my life, but also the lives of all the people I have ever known. At first, I thought that I could hide or conceal it in some way, but that was easier said than done. Needless to say, I failed miserably. I suppose I should start from the beginning and tell you exactly how things turned out the way they did.
I was extremely young when I was bitten, five to be exact. It was a cool, brisk autumn evening in the small village I called home and almost all the leaves on the ground were trampled. Winter was coming soon, and I was ecstatic. While playing in the leaves that day, Riley, my family's large black lab, went missing in the forests behind our house. Because of this, I made an extremely large fuss that caused my father and I to venture out in search of him. My father told me that we had to hurry because the sun was setting. He seemed very nervous, and at the time, I didn’t know why so I let it go. In my mind, it seemed as if we had searched for hours, when in reality, we had most likely only searched for about ten minutes. I was panicked and desperately looking for any signs of my dog.
When I heard a deep growl ahead of me, I froze. Thinking I had finally found the dog, I ran in the direction of the sound. Even though the sounds that a dog make and the sounds that a werewolf make are vastly different, at that age, I wouldn’t have noticed or cared.
I heard my father calling for me to wait for him, but, like a fool, I ignored him. Before I knew what was happening, my face was in the dirt and there was a searing pain in the tender spot beneath my neck. Wincing, I struggled to turn and see the face of my attacker, but instead I was met by two cold, hungry, steel gray eyes and a mouth packed with finely honed teeth that pierced my flesh. I could feel the monster’s warm, putrid breath caress my skin and the weight of its body on my back, pinning me down. When I looked down, I saw the ground beneath me covered in my own blood.
Every move I made and every breath that I took had an unbearably painful effect. I was horrified and was certain that I was going to die. I felt my life energy escaping with every breath. White lights began to dance in front of my vision, and my consciousness slowly started slipping away. It was then that I heard a familiar voice yell something that I could not comprehend at the time, and suddenly, the weight of the brute left me. The last thing I remembered seeing was the creature fleeing into the woods before my entire world was enveloped in the arms of unconsciousness.
I was out for less than a week. My mother, being a muggle, was sure that the bite would kill me, but my father, a wizard, quickly rushed me to St. Mungo’s hospital for treatment. Unfortunately, there was, and still is, no cure for lycanthropy. As I have mentioned before, after I was condemned to live life as a werewolf, I tried to hide it. However, concealing something like that in a place where everyone knew each other was near impossible, and within a couple of days, everyone knew of my “condition”.
It was terrible. The local children, who I had often played with and thought were my good friends, unexpectedly turned on me. I thought that they would understand and stick by me when they learned of what I had become. But I was wrong. For years they avoided me, partially on their parents orders and partially out of fear. For years this went on, and for years I lived in loneliness. As we grew, their “Remus-phobia” slowly subsided and was instead replaced by disgust. They were disgusted by me and the monster that I harboured within. They teased me, abused me, and tried driving me out of town. “Monster” was what they referred to me as.
I tried to be strong and I ignored it just as my parents told me to, but I found that the more I ignored it, the more I secluded myself. I wanted it to end. I wanted to end the hell that I suffered because of the damned bite. When I voiced these thoughts to my parents, they immediately took action and contacted the one person they knew could help. Albus Dumbledore.
P.S. I own nothing… sadly
--Up To No Good
Saturday, March 03, 2007
Hello!
Hello people!! How is life? Good I hope!
As you might have already guessed, this is a new blog! YaY! *blows noise maker*
The last one didn't really work for the stories and I'm hoping this one will. Right now that one is serving as my picture hosting place. I'll post the newly revised version of my current story here soon.
-- Up To No Good
As you might have already guessed, this is a new blog! YaY! *blows noise maker*
The last one didn't really work for the stories and I'm hoping this one will. Right now that one is serving as my picture hosting place. I'll post the newly revised version of my current story here soon.
-- Up To No Good
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