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dolevalanJust the begining of a happy little Marauders fic. Or not so happy, now that I think about it. In any case, the song lyrics are from "I Don't Know" by Anna and Kate McGarrigle. I'll post the completed story in a bit, but I was excited and wanted to share the beginning.
Love is like a bullet in a gun
Aimed at your heart
Tears your heart apart
You scream and you bleed
Fall down to your knees
Reaching for a hand
But the hunter turns his back
He hears his trumpet sound
And the sun is going down.
You would think I’d get used to it. Eventually, Remus thought to himself. He had folded his clothes neatly and hid them, placing them up and out of reach. Now he shivered slighting in the October air, feeling sick and alone. He watched the sunset an hour ago. Moonrise would be soon. Remus felt like throwing up.
He was always alone when the change came. This fact, Remus realized, was an unchangeable reality. It would define his life, whatever he tried to do to change it.
His thoughts, drifting towards the future, were violently yanked back to the present. He saw it. The moon was rising.
A scream that was half moan ripped out of him as organs and tendons began shifting. He saw the fur sprout like weeds on his hands, felt the bones of his skeleton rearrange. It felt like death, but worse, because there was no ending release in sight.
Then the worst part. The part he dreaded. The wolf mind suddenly appeared in his own. The tiny part of himself that Remus had no trouble keeping in check for 25 days of the month grew to a monster, and pushed Remus himself back, back to a small corner of his head. His senses were no longer his own. And now the waiting and praying began.
The wolf shook itself, ready to be out. It was annoyed to find itself in a room with no way out. Then it smelled the tunnel. Eager for the hunt, the wolf sprang towards it to stop short and sniff. It smelled animals; dog, stag, and rat. Licking its lips, the wolf prepared. It could wait, as long as the wait was not too long.
You ask me what it's all about
I say I don't know
Should you stay and work it out
I say I don't think so.
Short, I know. But I thought I should post something.
Love is like a bullet in a gun
Aimed at your heart
Tears your heart apart
You scream and you bleed
Fall down to your knees
Reaching for a hand
But the hunter turns his back
He hears his trumpet sound
And the sun is going down.
You would think I’d get used to it. Eventually, Remus thought to himself. He had folded his clothes neatly and hid them, placing them up and out of reach. Now he shivered slighting in the October air, feeling sick and alone. He watched the sunset an hour ago. Moonrise would be soon. Remus felt like throwing up.
He was always alone when the change came. This fact, Remus realized, was an unchangeable reality. It would define his life, whatever he tried to do to change it.
His thoughts, drifting towards the future, were violently yanked back to the present. He saw it. The moon was rising.
A scream that was half moan ripped out of him as organs and tendons began shifting. He saw the fur sprout like weeds on his hands, felt the bones of his skeleton rearrange. It felt like death, but worse, because there was no ending release in sight.
Then the worst part. The part he dreaded. The wolf mind suddenly appeared in his own. The tiny part of himself that Remus had no trouble keeping in check for 25 days of the month grew to a monster, and pushed Remus himself back, back to a small corner of his head. His senses were no longer his own. And now the waiting and praying began.
The wolf shook itself, ready to be out. It was annoyed to find itself in a room with no way out. Then it smelled the tunnel. Eager for the hunt, the wolf sprang towards it to stop short and sniff. It smelled animals; dog, stag, and rat. Licking its lips, the wolf prepared. It could wait, as long as the wait was not too long.
You ask me what it's all about
I say I don't know
Should you stay and work it out
I say I don't think so.
Short, I know. But I thought I should post something.
