Bi-Weekly Topics: Tree picture
Who? Matthias Heim, Matthew Heim, and guest
What? Full moon at the Heim house
When? Wednesday night; full moon. grownhp6words timeline
Why? ...
Author's Note: Mun knowledge only until official word is leaked to the aurors and Ministry.
Matthew Heim was always a curious boy. He liked to explore the world around him. He took things apart simply to discover how they worked. His grandfather was quite indulgent even when it came to countless objects strewn across tables as his young grandson attempted to put the pieces back together. Matthew was nine years old, and he was always looking for a grand adventure.
"You can find adventures in the least likely of places, Mattie-boy," he'd tell him as he swooped him up in strong arms. The boy was the spitting image of his mother and grandmother. He had been told that for as long as he could remember. Matthew wasn't sure what his father looked like, but he'd seen the pictures of his mother and grandmother. He'd talked with his grandmother's portrait. He could see the resemblance.
He had his grandfather's eyes though. Wide and curious and always taking in the world around him.
"Get ready for bed, Mattie-boy."
"Soon, Papa. Soon."
"No, not soon, now Mattie-boy."
Matthew didn't immediately get ready for bed. He was busy playing with the dogs. He loved the dogs, and they loved him back. They were protective of their young charge, and were rewarded with dog treats and scraps from the table. When he opened the door to let the dogs out, he heard the whimpering in the bushes.
The dogs bolted at once toward the sound. Matthew hovered by the door. He wasn't supposed to wander off at night by himself. Not even in the yard. Especially not on a full moon.
But the whimpering continued as did the barking from his dogs. Worried that there was an injured animal, Matthew took off out the door to check to see. Matthew liked adventures after all, and his Papa had told him on many occasions you could find adventures in the least likely of places. What was less likely than your own backyard?
If you go down to the woods today
You're sure of a big surprise.
If you go down to the woods today
You'd better go in disguise.
He moved slowly toward the bushes where the whimpering was coming from. The three dogs were barking and growling, but Matthew couldn't see what was in the bushes. As he took a step closer, two of the dogs leaped in front of him. Their hair stood on end as they growled and barked.
For ev'ry bear that ever there was
Will gather there for certain, because
Today's the day the teddy bears have their picnic.
Ev'ry teddy bear who's been good
Is sure of a treat today.
There's lots of marvelous things to eat
And wonderful games to play.
It happened so fast that he wasn't sure how he went from standing up to being pushed down. There was something on top of him. A dog that wasn't familiar at all. It growled while clawing at his clothes, but it was pushed off by one of the dogs. The dogs fought so fast that Matthew was just climbing to his feet when he heard the whimper of his beloved pet. Blood was everywhere and suddenly his dog wasn't moving at all.
"Papa!" He called out, turning toward the house to tell him that one of their dogs had been attacked. Tears streamed down his face as he turned to run back to the safety of the house, but he was pushed to the ground by the strange dog instead. Teeth ripped through the fabric of his pajamas and connected with his shoulder. He cried out in pain.
Beneath the trees where nobody sees
They'll hide and seek as long as they please
Cause that's the way the teddy bears have their picnic.
If you go down to the woods today
You'd better not go alone.
It's lovely down in the woods today
But safer to stay at home.
Things seemed to be moving in a blur of motion. The pain was searing through him. He's crying and trying to get away, but he's suddenly covered by two of his dogs. They attempted to shield him from the animal that attacked him.
It wasn't a dog at all.
It was a wolf.
On the full moon.
He sobbed as he realized what was going on. No, please, let it be a dog. Let it be a wild dog.
Teeth snapped at his hip, biting down hard, pulling back when the boy's scream was muffled by the protective dogs attempting to fight off the wolf. Blood and flesh covered the boy as the wolf easily overpowered the guard dogs. By the time Matthew heard his grandfather's voice, the two dogs on top of him were dead weight. They covered him with their lifeless bodies, preventing the wolf from biting him a third time.
For ev'ry bear that ever there was
Will gather there for certain, because
Today's the day the teddy bears have their picnic.
"Matthew! Boy, how many times do I have to tell you not to wander off…Matthew! Get back here!"
I'm here, Papa, he wanted to say, but he could barely breathe. Everything hurt, and he was crying and too frightened to even move an inch. The wolf was still there. Growling and snarling, it snapped it's teeth, and attempted to get closer to it's victim.
"Matthew!"
Here. I'm here, Papa, he attempted to say, but he couldn't get the words out between his sobs from pain and fear.
"Merlin’s beard, what was… "
"…oh…my..." He stumbled over himself. "MATTHEW!"
Picnic time for teddy bears
The little teddy bears are having a lovely time today
Watch them, catch them unawares
And see them picnic on their holiday.
The howl that filled the air sent a shiver up the little boy's spine. No, please don't let it be a werewolf. He was crying softly in pain and fear. Then he heard the thud of the wolf attacking his grandfather. Matthew couldn't see anything. He had no idea of knowing if his grandfather was alright or not. In the distance there seemed to be the sound of other wolves. It was only when he didn't hear growling or snarling anymore that he dared to speak.
"Pa…pa..papa. Gra…gra..grandfather…" His voice came out in a mewling tone. The tone of a child in pain. A child terrified and hurting who wanted nothing more than the safety of his grandfather's arms. When he heard the gasp of relief, he thought, perhaps, this meant his grandfather was going to pick him up, remove him from beneath the dogs that had died trying to save him, and carry him to the safety of a hospital. He'd assure him that everything would be alright. It was just a wild dog. Everything would be fine.
The sound of the wild anguished screams from the bravest man that Matthew had ever known made it very clear that things would never be fine again. It didn't matter that eventually the screaming would stop, and aurors would be called in to assist the Heim's. It didn't matter that it would be Gideon Prewett's strong arms that picked the boy up from beneath the bodies of the boy's beloved guard dogs. There would be no comfort found in his arms. The only one who he wanted to hold him was already mourning his loss.
See them gaily gad about
They love to play and shout;
They never have any care;
At six o'clock their mummies and daddies,
Will take them home to bed,
Because they're tired little teddy bears.
What? Full moon at the Heim house
When? Wednesday night; full moon. grownhp6words timeline
Why? ...
Author's Note: Mun knowledge only until official word is leaked to the aurors and Ministry.
Matthew Heim was always a curious boy. He liked to explore the world around him. He took things apart simply to discover how they worked. His grandfather was quite indulgent even when it came to countless objects strewn across tables as his young grandson attempted to put the pieces back together. Matthew was nine years old, and he was always looking for a grand adventure.
"You can find adventures in the least likely of places, Mattie-boy," he'd tell him as he swooped him up in strong arms. The boy was the spitting image of his mother and grandmother. He had been told that for as long as he could remember. Matthew wasn't sure what his father looked like, but he'd seen the pictures of his mother and grandmother. He'd talked with his grandmother's portrait. He could see the resemblance.
He had his grandfather's eyes though. Wide and curious and always taking in the world around him.
"Get ready for bed, Mattie-boy."
"Soon, Papa. Soon."
"No, not soon, now Mattie-boy."
Matthew didn't immediately get ready for bed. He was busy playing with the dogs. He loved the dogs, and they loved him back. They were protective of their young charge, and were rewarded with dog treats and scraps from the table. When he opened the door to let the dogs out, he heard the whimpering in the bushes.
The dogs bolted at once toward the sound. Matthew hovered by the door. He wasn't supposed to wander off at night by himself. Not even in the yard. Especially not on a full moon.
But the whimpering continued as did the barking from his dogs. Worried that there was an injured animal, Matthew took off out the door to check to see. Matthew liked adventures after all, and his Papa had told him on many occasions you could find adventures in the least likely of places. What was less likely than your own backyard?
If you go down to the woods today
You're sure of a big surprise.
If you go down to the woods today
You'd better go in disguise.
He moved slowly toward the bushes where the whimpering was coming from. The three dogs were barking and growling, but Matthew couldn't see what was in the bushes. As he took a step closer, two of the dogs leaped in front of him. Their hair stood on end as they growled and barked.
For ev'ry bear that ever there was
Will gather there for certain, because
Today's the day the teddy bears have their picnic.
Ev'ry teddy bear who's been good
Is sure of a treat today.
There's lots of marvelous things to eat
And wonderful games to play.
It happened so fast that he wasn't sure how he went from standing up to being pushed down. There was something on top of him. A dog that wasn't familiar at all. It growled while clawing at his clothes, but it was pushed off by one of the dogs. The dogs fought so fast that Matthew was just climbing to his feet when he heard the whimper of his beloved pet. Blood was everywhere and suddenly his dog wasn't moving at all.
"Papa!" He called out, turning toward the house to tell him that one of their dogs had been attacked. Tears streamed down his face as he turned to run back to the safety of the house, but he was pushed to the ground by the strange dog instead. Teeth ripped through the fabric of his pajamas and connected with his shoulder. He cried out in pain.
Beneath the trees where nobody sees
They'll hide and seek as long as they please
Cause that's the way the teddy bears have their picnic.
If you go down to the woods today
You'd better not go alone.
It's lovely down in the woods today
But safer to stay at home.
Things seemed to be moving in a blur of motion. The pain was searing through him. He's crying and trying to get away, but he's suddenly covered by two of his dogs. They attempted to shield him from the animal that attacked him.
It wasn't a dog at all.
It was a wolf.
On the full moon.
He sobbed as he realized what was going on. No, please, let it be a dog. Let it be a wild dog.
Teeth snapped at his hip, biting down hard, pulling back when the boy's scream was muffled by the protective dogs attempting to fight off the wolf. Blood and flesh covered the boy as the wolf easily overpowered the guard dogs. By the time Matthew heard his grandfather's voice, the two dogs on top of him were dead weight. They covered him with their lifeless bodies, preventing the wolf from biting him a third time.
For ev'ry bear that ever there was
Will gather there for certain, because
Today's the day the teddy bears have their picnic.
"Matthew! Boy, how many times do I have to tell you not to wander off…Matthew! Get back here!"
I'm here, Papa, he wanted to say, but he could barely breathe. Everything hurt, and he was crying and too frightened to even move an inch. The wolf was still there. Growling and snarling, it snapped it's teeth, and attempted to get closer to it's victim.
"Matthew!"
Here. I'm here, Papa, he attempted to say, but he couldn't get the words out between his sobs from pain and fear.
"Merlin’s beard, what was… "
"…oh…my..." He stumbled over himself. "MATTHEW!"
Picnic time for teddy bears
The little teddy bears are having a lovely time today
Watch them, catch them unawares
And see them picnic on their holiday.
The howl that filled the air sent a shiver up the little boy's spine. No, please don't let it be a werewolf. He was crying softly in pain and fear. Then he heard the thud of the wolf attacking his grandfather. Matthew couldn't see anything. He had no idea of knowing if his grandfather was alright or not. In the distance there seemed to be the sound of other wolves. It was only when he didn't hear growling or snarling anymore that he dared to speak.
"Pa…pa..papa. Gra…gra..grandfather…" His voice came out in a mewling tone. The tone of a child in pain. A child terrified and hurting who wanted nothing more than the safety of his grandfather's arms. When he heard the gasp of relief, he thought, perhaps, this meant his grandfather was going to pick him up, remove him from beneath the dogs that had died trying to save him, and carry him to the safety of a hospital. He'd assure him that everything would be alright. It was just a wild dog. Everything would be fine.
The sound of the wild anguished screams from the bravest man that Matthew had ever known made it very clear that things would never be fine again. It didn't matter that eventually the screaming would stop, and aurors would be called in to assist the Heim's. It didn't matter that it would be Gideon Prewett's strong arms that picked the boy up from beneath the bodies of the boy's beloved guard dogs. There would be no comfort found in his arms. The only one who he wanted to hold him was already mourning his loss.
See them gaily gad about
They love to play and shout;
They never have any care;
At six o'clock their mummies and daddies,
Will take them home to bed,
Because they're tired little teddy bears.