Missing Piece Part Two
Part Two
A few miles from the comfortable cottage Harry Potter shared with his godfather the subject of their conversation was slipping in and out of consciousness as several other men kicked him in the stomach and head.
“Half breed trash!” Kick.
“Dangerous beast!” Kick.
“Worthless creature!” Kick.
Finally, after what seemed like a hours the attackers stopped. Thinking their victim unconscious the men left the internal injuries to do their work. As soon as the men had left the small run-down shed Remus Lupin forced one eye open and slowly rolled over. He knew it was bad, a person didn’t go through a monthly re-arrangement of their entire body without knowing when something was wrong. He needed to find help and he needed to find it soon. He took as deep a breath as his injuries would permit and turned all his focus on making his weak limbs cooperate. Gingerly he rose to his hands and knees and crawled out of the shack and towards the edge of the forest until something stopped him dead in his tracks.
That scent, he knew that scent but he could not place it. The familiarity made him feel strangely calm and he knew somehow that it would lead to help so he carefully began to follow it. As he moved through the forest he couldn’t help but be reminded of another forest and better times. The best time of his life had ended in violence and betrayal and he had fled before it could destroy him completely. He had been living in the muggle world doing odd jobs for nearly two decades. He no longer considered himself a part of the wizarding world and paid no attention to it’s headlines. He had seen the only headline he needed to: Potter Family Murdered, Sirius Black in Custody.
Hours passed as the werewolf crawled along the underbrush. He had to stop to rest so often sometimes it felt like he wasn’t moving forward at all but he pressed on. More than once he stopped to empty the contents of his stomach into a waiting bush. The scent was getting stronger and he knew that he was closing in on his target. He could only hope that his instincts were right and somehow he would be welcomed at the end of his journey.
Finally, when he was beginning to realize that his limbs would not carry him much further he saw a light up ahead. The light grew and slowly a modest but well-kept cottage came into view. Using the last bit of strength to bring himself to the front door he tapped on the door with all the force he could muster. When he could fight it no longer the blackness engulfed him.
A few miles from the comfortable cottage Harry Potter shared with his godfather the subject of their conversation was slipping in and out of consciousness as several other men kicked him in the stomach and head.
“Half breed trash!” Kick.
“Dangerous beast!” Kick.
“Worthless creature!” Kick.
Finally, after what seemed like a hours the attackers stopped. Thinking their victim unconscious the men left the internal injuries to do their work. As soon as the men had left the small run-down shed Remus Lupin forced one eye open and slowly rolled over. He knew it was bad, a person didn’t go through a monthly re-arrangement of their entire body without knowing when something was wrong. He needed to find help and he needed to find it soon. He took as deep a breath as his injuries would permit and turned all his focus on making his weak limbs cooperate. Gingerly he rose to his hands and knees and crawled out of the shack and towards the edge of the forest until something stopped him dead in his tracks.
That scent, he knew that scent but he could not place it. The familiarity made him feel strangely calm and he knew somehow that it would lead to help so he carefully began to follow it. As he moved through the forest he couldn’t help but be reminded of another forest and better times. The best time of his life had ended in violence and betrayal and he had fled before it could destroy him completely. He had been living in the muggle world doing odd jobs for nearly two decades. He no longer considered himself a part of the wizarding world and paid no attention to it’s headlines. He had seen the only headline he needed to: Potter Family Murdered, Sirius Black in Custody.
Hours passed as the werewolf crawled along the underbrush. He had to stop to rest so often sometimes it felt like he wasn’t moving forward at all but he pressed on. More than once he stopped to empty the contents of his stomach into a waiting bush. The scent was getting stronger and he knew that he was closing in on his target. He could only hope that his instincts were right and somehow he would be welcomed at the end of his journey.
Finally, when he was beginning to realize that his limbs would not carry him much further he saw a light up ahead. The light grew and slowly a modest but well-kept cottage came into view. Using the last bit of strength to bring himself to the front door he tapped on the door with all the force he could muster. When he could fight it no longer the blackness engulfed him.