Danse de Lune (Sequel to Lune de'Lamant) - Finished!!

Post by **majiklmoon** » Mon Sep 09, 2002 11:09 pm

get yourself back into that shower and update this thing right away! that was so intense and gripping <img src=http://www.ezboard.com/intl/aenglish/im ... ns/eek.gif ALT=":eek"> ...i can't wait to see what happens next <center>Margo is a Super ORB!</center><center><center>It all started with a boy, a girl and a silver handprint.<center>Countess Majiklmoon Mistress and keeper of the tunes</center></color~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ <a href=http://pub84.ezboard.com/bmajiklmoonsrealm><img src=http://members.aol.com/majiklmoon/image ... 2a.gif></a>

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Post by **roswellkitkat** » Tue Sep 10, 2002 8:24 am

Well I'll be damned....you did it again...amanged to get my hopes up in some answers and *poof* more hanging! <center>*************<center>And I believe<center> <center>That angels breathe<center> <center>And that love will live on and never leave<center><center>*************<center>************* <center>The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return"

Post by **bistyboo1974** » Wed Sep 11, 2002 6:50 pm

PART TWENTY: It took hardly any effort on the part of the viper-like sorceress to get the weakened young witch to apparate to her. Merely the words “come to me” sufficed and the girl had obediently appeared. The old hag’s mood was an annoyed one, however. Her plan had gone awry. She didn’t intend on having to use the Cruciatus on her, but in the end, there was no other option. The girl had refused to cooperate and had evidently been gathering up strength enough to resist the Imperius, so it was Ophidia’s only alternative. Then those blasted meddlers had to show up and spoil everything, so she had nothing left to do but to call the girl back. She suspected there’d be hell to pay now. Lupin was still alive and she didn’t even have a pet wolf to console herself with after the whole ordeal. Voldemort would be up in arms over this situation if she didn’t find a way to mop up the mess she’d made. She just didn’t figure that girl to have been so strong willed. She’d allowed her to sleep while she supposed a way out of the quandary, for Genevieve had collapsed down onto the damp ground as soon as she had apparated there. Genevieve’s body lay looking beaten and weary in a heap on the soil that blanketed the base of Ophidia’s lair. She was exhausted beyond measure and she slept hard, seeking to be revived from the brutal trials she’d just been put through by getting some slumber. In her sleep, she dreamt. She walked down a gravel path in the moonlit night and spotted a great tree in the distance. She heard the hooting of owls and the flapping of their immense wings as they flew overhead, hunting for prey in the night. She crossed over grass towards the tree, straying off the path. As she neared the tree, she heard the faint sounds of music coming from afar and she began to sway to the rhythm of the tune. Twirling casually as the moonlight shone down on her, she stopped as she saw a man – a handsome man, dressed in tattered robes, but whom she just could not recognize. He looked so familiar to her, but she couldn’t quite grasp who he was. She felt like she  should know him, but she couldn’t wrap her mind around his name or how it was that she knew him. He reached out a hand towards her and she took it. They danced together under the glow of the moon and she felt very content. She rested her head on the man’s shoulder, but when she lifted her head up to meet his gaze, his face became distorted. A branch from the large tree swooped down and scooped her up, binding her tightly into its boughs. She struggled, trying to free herself and call out to the man, but her lips moved soundlessly and the man had become so hazy that she wasn’t sure if he was even there anymore. She awoke with a start and felt a rush of confusion. She recognized nothing. She was in an odd place and two very odd people were before her, though they seemed not to be noticing her at all. A short, balding man with an abnormally silver hand was standing in front of a woman who could be described as nothing less than a hideous-looking hag. None of that was disturbing to her. Well, at least not as disturbing as her current feeling, because at that moment it didn’t worry her that she didn’t know who  they were -- not as much as it worried her that she didn’t know who  she was. <center><img src=http://www.i2k.com/~svderark/lexicon/sh ... R>Never trust anything that can think for itself, if you can't see where it keeps its brain.</center>Edited by: <A HREF=http://pub129.ezboard.com/ubistyboo1974 ... boo1974</A> <IMG HEIGHT=10 WIDTH=10 SRC="http://www.i2k.com/~svderark/lexicon/shield_05[1].jpg" BORDER=0> at: 9/11/02 6:05:27 pm

Post by **bistyboo1974** » Wed Sep 11, 2002 6:57 pm

PART TWENTY-ONE: “Where did she go?” queried Professor McGonagall frantically. “She couldn’t have apparated.” “You  can’t apparate on Hogwarts grounds!” snarled Snape, looking baffled at the spot where Genevieve had been only moments before. Lupin stood in disbelief, contemplating what dark magic had been invoked to make Genevieve act the way she had earlier. And now that same source seemed to have caused her to be able to break through a major magical barrier, which was unheard of, for it was that which protected Hogwarts from the use of flagrant apparition onto and away from the grounds. It was a most important and powerful obstacle set up to defend the school against just anyone from the wizarding world popping in and out unannounced. This could not have been the work of Wormtail alone. No, Wormtail most definitely had help. Lupin was about to open his mouth to express his thoughts to the other professors, when Snape rounded on him again with his wand. “What was going on with you two before we rushed in here, eh Lupin? We realize the pendant transformed you, but exactly why did you have it on in the first place? What twisted little game were you playing at? You could’ve killed the girl.” He sneered over at Lupin, who was trying to puzzle out precisely when Severus Snape had become so concerned about the welfare of Genevieve. The thought of Snape expressing concern for her bothered him immensely, so he looked angrily back at him and gave both Snape and McGonagall an abridged version of what had happened, conveniently leaving out Genevieve’s stint as seductress. Snape looked at him skeptically, but let it go. “Well, I think it’s evident that Wormtail’s cursed the girl and not only with the Cruciatus, which was why she was reeling in pain when we found her, but also with the Imperius, which explains why she put the pendant on you, Remus,” said McGonagall flatly and with a sigh. “She’d never have done that of her own volition otherwise.” “I don’t think Wormtail has been acting alone, however,” said Snape curtly. “The imbecile doesn’t seem the sort to be able to orchestrate such a plan on his own.” “Imbecile?” chortled Lupin. “Then what does that make you, since he knocked you out cold and stole Genevieve away under your large, unconscious nose?” He couldn’t resist. Snape’s wand hand twitched with the desire to zap him with a hex or two. Lupin continued, this time seriously. “I don’t think he was acting alone, either. And I don’t think we should be taking anything he’s involved in lightly, imbecile or not.” McGonagall nodded and said, “So, do you think Voldemort’s stepped in and taken over Wormtail’s vengeance plot? Could he be the one who’s cursed Genevieve?” Snape and Lupin looked at each other and seemed to surprisingly come to the same conclusion, though Lupin was the one to vocalize the conjecture. “Though the plot to murder me seems most critical in my own mind, naturally, it seems rather petty for Voldemort to get personally involved in it. Why would he absorb himself in something as inconsequential as this? He’s got bigger fish to fry. No, I think some other minion of his must be assisting Wormtail -- most probably to get him out of his hair, no doubt. It’s a wonder he’s let him stay alive this long, now that his usefulness has ended.” “Maybe it hasn’t,” speculated McGonagall. Lupin nodded thoughtfully and Snape spoke. “I think we should go outside the gates and apparate back to the point where all of this chaos originated – back to the Muggle village where Wormtail’s abandoned cottage is. Somehow, I think we can find some answers there.” “Shouldn’t you go to the hospital wing and leave this to Severus and I?” McGonagall asked Lupin, with an air of matronly anxiety as she looked at his weary face. “Absolutely not,” replied Lupin sharply. “I don’t even know why I try,” said McGonagall with an exasperated sigh. The three professors left the castle and headed for the gates of Hogwarts. <center><img src=http://www.i2k.com/~svderark/lexicon/sh ... R>Never trust anything that can think for itself, if you can't see where it keeps its brain.</center>

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Post by **bistyboo1974** » Thu Sep 12, 2002 6:28 pm

Your wish is my command,  Tamara! <img src=http://www.ezboard.com/intl/aenglish/im ... /smile.gif ALT=":)"> ********************************************** PART TWENTY-TWO: Even though she didn’t seem to know the man with the thinning hair and silver hand and the frightening-looking old hag, Genevieve was keen enough to pick up that they probably weren’t affable folk. But surprisingly enough, neither one of them seemed too concerned about her at the moment. At that particular moment in time, the man was pointing his unnatural silver hand at the old woman in an alarmingly violent manner. The woman was hissing in disapproval, but a slight look of fear was beginning to cross her repugnant face. And a similar look was upon the man’s face, for it was apparent that he didn’t have control over the peculiar hand. His face was full of dread as he wielded it frenziedly at the hag, who was now to the point of begging and pleading for him to back away from her. ***** Wormtail was the puppet now. Ophidia was a fool to think Voldemort wouldn’t find out about her blunder – and about her own self-interest. It was nearly impossible to keep a secret from him. He had his ways of knowing everything that went on with his lackeys and when it came to his attention that Ophidia was looking out for her own interests above anyone else’s, his reaction was swift – use Wormtail to punish the disloyal sorceress. And it was a pity, too. She was so very versatile and quite proficient at most things -- if it weren’t for her aversion to being able to follow his simple instructions. But, her offense couldn’t go without punishment and Voldemort was seeing to that. Wormtail lunged forward and thrust his silver hand straight through the hag’s heart. A silvery light glittered from the gaping hole that he'd just created in the old woman’s chest cavity, followed by a blindingly bright green flash of light, which radiated from her like luminous beams of emerald. Genevieve shielded her eyes and cowered in terror, fearful that the squat little man would turn on her next. Wormtail, however, wasn’t thinking of Genevieve in the least. He was stumbling over his own feet backwards, pulling his hand out of the cavernous wound he’d just produced. He was squinting to shelter his own eyes from the intense light and was slightly sick at the fact that his hand had slipped into Ophidia’s heart like a knife into butter. He gaped at the sight of the old woman, who still stood gleaming for a moment, but who had just begun to shrivel like an enormous prune. Onto the floor of the lair, she withered and wasted until at last she simply disintegrated, leaving behind a small mound of olive-colored dust. Genevieve was still cowering and had begun to weep out of pure fright, but the sniveling and sobbing of Wormtail drowned her cries out. Uncertainty had overcome him. He dreaded punishment from Voldemort as well. He didn’t want to see what might be in store for him after what Voldemort had just allowed to be done to Ophidia. After all, Ophidia was far cleverer than he’d ever proven to be. He mopped his tears away with the sleeves of his robes and walked out the doorway to the lair, leaving Genevieve totally alone. <center><img src=http://www.i2k.com/~svderark/lexicon/sh ... R>Never trust anything that can think for itself, if you can't see where it keeps its brain.</center>Edited by: <A HREF=http://pub129.ezboard.com/ubistyboo1974 ... boo1974</A> <IMG HEIGHT=10 WIDTH=10 SRC="http://www.i2k.com/~svderark/lexicon/shield_05[1].jpg" BORDER=0> at: 9/12/02 5:34:16 pm

Post by **roswellkitkat** » Thu Sep 12, 2002 8:13 pm

Bisty this story is incredible!!!!! <img src=http://www.uniquehardware.co.uk/server- ... xhello.gif ALT=":clap"> <img src=http://www.uniquehardware.co.uk/server- ... xhello.gif ALT=":clap"> <img src=http://www.uniquehardware.co.uk/server- ... xhello.gif ALT=":clap"> <center>*************<center>And I believe<center> <center>That angels breathe<center> <center>And that love will live on and never leave<center><center>*************<center>************* <center>The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return"

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Post by **majiklmoon** » Fri Sep 13, 2002 10:06 pm

she picked up that they probably wern't affable folk? <img src=http://www.uniquehardware.co.uk/server- ... /cwm27.gif ALT=":lol"> no kidding hee hee hee hee <img src=http://www.uniquehardware.co.uk/server- ... /cwm27.gif ALT=":lol"> <img src=http://www.uniquehardware.co.uk/server- ... /cwm27.gif ALT=":lol"> <img src=http://www.uniquehardware.co.uk/server- ... /cwm27.gif ALT=":lol"> <img src=http://www.uniquehardware.co.uk/server- ... /cwm27.gif ALT=":lol"> awesome parts Bisty...you are great <center>Margo is a Super ORB!</center><center><center>It all started with a boy, a girl and a silver handprint.<center>Countess Majiklmoon Mistress and keeper of the tunes</center></color~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ <a href=http://pub84.ezboard.com/bmajiklmoonsrealm><img src=http://members.aol.com/majiklmoon/image ... 2a.gif></a>

Anonymous · Post by **Anonymous** » Fri Sep 13, 2002 10:42 pm

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Anonymous · Post by **Anonymous** » Sat Sep 14, 2002 4:39 pm

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Post by **bistyboo1974** » Sat Sep 14, 2002 9:03 pm

Thanks once more  Melisa,  Tamara,  Tracie,  bookwork &  Hermione! <img src=http://www.uniquehardware.co.uk/server- ... n_anim.gif ALT=":grin"> You're my loyal fan club! <img src=http://www.uniquehardware.co.uk/server- ... /cwm27.gif ALT=":lol">  Tracie, that was a little sarcasm thrown in there for good measure. <img src=http://www.ezboard.com/intl/aenglish/im ... s/wink.gif ALT=";)"> I'm working on the next part. I've got some bugs to work out & a little more brainstorming that needs to be done. It's getting there, I promise! <center><img src=http://www.i2k.com/~svderark/lexicon/sh ... R>Never trust anything that can think for itself, if you can't see where it keeps its brain.</center>

Post by **majiklmoon** » Sat Sep 14, 2002 9:16 pm

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Post by **bistyboo1974** » Sat Sep 14, 2002 9:55 pm

Hey, I was talking to my mom today & she sniffed my hair and asked, "Are you using a new shampoo -- smells good!" I thought, no. I just seem to be shampooing more often. <img src=http://www.ezboard.com/intl/aenglish/im ... s/wink.gif ALT=";)"> I have to do a little "research" tonight,  Tracie & hopefully when I wash my hair tomorrow, things'll clear right up! <img src=http://www.uniquehardware.co.uk/server- ... /cwm27.gif ALT=":lol"> <center><img src=http://www.i2k.com/~svderark/lexicon/sh ... R>Never trust anything that can think for itself, if you can't see where it keeps its brain.</center>

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Post by **bistyboo1974** » Mon Sep 16, 2002 7:17 pm

I'm OK on shampoo, thanks  Tamara!! <img src=http://www.uniquehardware.co.uk/server- ... /cwm27.gif ALT=":lol"> Just went to the store today, as a matter of fact! ********************************************** PART TWENTY-THREE: With three pops, Professors Snape, McGonagall, and Lupin appeared in the quaint Muggle village where Peter Pettigrew had been hiding out. Snape ushered them towards the abandoned cottage hastily, in an attempt to attract as little attention to themselves as possible. “Severus,” said McGonagall quietly, as they approached the cottage. “Do you really think we’ll find anything here? Surely, Pettigrew wouldn’t have …” “Pettigrew’s a half-wit,” retorted Snape as he led them to the front door. “We’re bound to find  something here.” The three crept inside and Snape whispered to them, “We’ll split up. If either one of you finds anything of consequence, report it immediately. I’m starting upstairs.” Lupin thought about protesting Snape’s officiousness, but decided it wasn’t worth the effort. Finding clues that would help free Genevieve from the clutches of Wormtail was of the utmost importance at the moment. He’d deal with Snape’s superiority complex once Genevieve was safe in his arms again. Snape went upstairs, Lupin stayed to investigate the ground floor and McGonagall searched the basement. She’d discovered the underground room after noticing a door concealed behind a large woodstove in the kitchen. After magicking the stove out of the way, McGonagall realized the door led to a rickety flight of stairs and down to a musty cellar. “ Lumos,” she said in a hushed tone and her wand illuminated. Old crates and barrels thick with dust covered a large area of the cellar floor. The walls were covered with shelves and on the shelves were smaller boxes and several dozen empty bottles of numerous shapes, colors and sizes. McGonagall strolled around the small room several times and on the last go-round, she ducked her head just in time to avoid colliding with a particularly large cluster of cobwebbing. “Whew,” she breathed with relief and as she did, she bumped into a crate that had been balancing precariously on top of a wobbly barrel. The whole works toppled over and landed with a crash on the ground. “Good gracious!” she exclaimed. Several seconds later, Lupin followed closely by Snape, rushed down the unsound flight of stairs to find out what the commotion was all about. “Minerva!” called out both men in unison. “What happened?” inquired Lupin as he watched McGonagall clutching her heart. “Just knocked over this rubbish,” she said, kicking her foot in frustration at the pile of wood that had at one time been a crate and barrel. “And it’s a good thing I did,” she said at once. “Look!” She pointed her wand at a small door, half the size of a normal one, which had been screened from view by the storage pieces. Without hesitation, she flicked her wand at it and proclaimed the word, “ Alohomora,” which caused the little door to swing open on its rusty hinges. “Come on,” urged Lupin as McGonagall peered through the doorway into a shadowy corridor. Both he and Snape lit their wands as well and the trio of professors followed the passageway, which seemed to take them even further underground. <center><img src=http://www.i2k.com/~svderark/lexicon/sh ... R>Never trust anything that can think for itself, if you can't see where it keeps its brain.</center>

Post by **bistyboo1974** » Mon Sep 16, 2002 7:24 pm

PART TWENTY-FOUR: Down the winding passage, descending further into the earth, Lupin, Snape and McGonagall pressed on. The walls of the passageway had been made from stone as they began, but they were now merely tightly packed soil, making it look exactly as if an animal had burrowed its way through to create the corridor. After walking down a particularly steep slope, their lighted wands discovered yet another door. “Curious,” breathed McGonagall as she felt the doorknob. “It’s locked.” She flicked her wand to unlock it and the door creaked open. Cautiously, the three entered the hollow beyond. “Most curious,” she commented again as she looked around the room, which seemed less to her like a room than the den of some creature. Then her wandlight flickered over the figure of a shivering woman, huddled in a dark corner. “Oh my goodness!” she cried. “It’s Genevieve!” Lupin charged to her side and cradled her in his arms. Snape, seeing her quaking handed him his cloak. “Put this on the girl,” he said gruffly. “She’s freezing.” “Thanks,” muttered Lupin as he wrapped the cloak around her trembling shoulders. “Who … who …” stammered Genevieve in a meek voice, as she pulled herself back from Lupin’s hold. “Everything will be alright now,” he said to her soothingly. “We’re here now. We’ll get you away from this place.” She looked from him, then frantically over to Snape, then to McGonagall. “That man …” she faltered. “That man killed that horrid woman.” She gasped as she pointed over to the mound of olive-green dust on the ground. “That’s all that is left of her!” She covered her eyes as she remembered witnessing the horrendous scene. “What man, Genevieve?” asked Lupin. “Wormtail?” “Genevieve?” she whispered in a baffled voice. “Is that my name? Do you know me?” She looked at him in desperation. “Is this a joke?” asked Lupin, obviously a little hurt. Genevieve’s look didn’t change. She looked imploringly at McGonagall. “It’s no joke, Remus,” said McGonagall slowly. “The girl’s memory has evidently been damaged. She really doesn’t know us, or herself for that matter. This is most likely a side-effect of the curses.” Lupin looked at Genevieve and asked her softly, “You don’t know me at all?” Genevieve slowly started to shake her head, but an image of the dream she’d had crept into her mind. “I think I may have had a dream about you,” she started to say. “But I don’t remember you otherwise.” Noticing the look of disappointment in his eyes, she added, “I’m sorry.” “This could be far worse, you know,” said McGonagall, thinking of Neville Longbottom’s parents, who been driven insane from prolonged exposure to the Cruciatus Curse. “I’m sure if we get her back to the hospital wing at Hogwarts, Madam Pomfrey can give her a good dose of the Mandrake Restorative Draught and that will help bring her back to her usual state. We keep a good bit on hand, ever since that incident with the Basilisk.” Genevieve was looking at McGonagall in wonder. She couldn’t imagine what she was talking about – curses, draughts and whatever in the world a Basilisk was, not to mention Hogwarts. These people wanted to take her away and she had the deep desire to get out of that awful place, but could she trust them? Her instincts told her yes and she followed them out of the lair, where she hoped she could be led somewhere where she’d lose the hideous memories she'd just acquired and gain some more pleasant ones. <center><img src=http://www.i2k.com/~svderark/lexicon/sh ... R>Never trust anything that can think for itself, if you can't see where it keeps its brain.</center>

Post by **bistyboo1974** » Tue Sep 17, 2002 8:42 pm

PART TWENTY-FIVE: “We’ve been seeing entirely too much of one another lately, my dear,” said Madam Pomfrey to Genevieve as she was conducted her into the hospital wing. Genevieve gave her a bewildered glance as she was led to a bed for an examination. Lupin stayed close by her the whole time. Genevieve didn’t know what to think about this man who had been clinging to her side since he and the others had found her. On one hand, it was a little odd to have a total stranger treating her the way he did and looking at her the way he was -- she knew she must have meant the world to him, yet she had no recollection of it. On the other hand, it was strangely reassuring having him near her. From time to time, she’d feel his stare on her and the hairs on the back of her neck would stand up and a tingle would begin to tremble straight down her spine. As Madam Pomfrey shined her wandlight into one of her ears and examined it closely, Genevieve’s mind wandered back to that dream she’d had right before she awoke to witness the murder of that haggard old crone. She imagined herself dancing beneath the moonlight with this man they called Lupin.  Try to remember, she urged herself, trying to inspire a memory. She wanted to lean towards him to ask if they’d ever danced before, but the sharp poke the nurse gave her in her stomach jarred her from her contemplation. “Does that hurt?” asked Madam Pomfrey. “It does  now,” muttered Genevieve, rubbing the new ache in her abdomen gingerly and glaring back at the nurse. Lupin scowled at Madam Pomfrey. Snape, who was standing a few feet away next to Professor McGonagall, gave Genevieve a distinct look of approval.  The girl’s still got her spunk, he thought.  That’s a good sign. “Enough of this poking and prodding,” McGonagall said impatiently. “What’s your diagnosis, Poppy?” “Well, she seems healthy enough,” Madam Pomfrey began. “All except the amnesia you mentioned, Minerva. The strongest of witches and wizards have adverse effects to such powerful curses as the Imperius and the Cruciatus, even when only exposed to them for short periods of time. And compounded by the fact that she had just come off of the very potent Draught of Living Death, she was in no shape to handle them, for however long the time period was. It actually surprises me that amnesia is the only thing we have to contend with.” She gave Genevieve a very sober look. “I’ll administer some of the Mandrake Restorative Draught straight away in order to hopefully get this girl recuperated as soon as possible.” She took out a vial of the potion and ordered Genevieve to drink it promptly. Genevieve eyed the concoction with much trepidation. She’d been pretty flexible up until this point, allowing herself to be led blindly to the infirmary in the huge castle by three total strangers, where a stern nurse proceeded to examine her from head to foot, but drinking a vial of this suspicious-looking tonic was another story. It bubbled and was a nauseating color, not to mention the fact that it smelled like old socks. She scrunched up her nose and pushed it away. “Drink it,” said Lupin to her in a soft voice. “It’ll help you. With any luck, it’ll help you get your memory back.” Had these words come from any of the other people in the room, Genevieve probably would have scoffed at them and told them to drink the nasty potion themselves, but hearing Lupin say them was comforting. She found herself trusting him – believing him above the others. If he said it would be OK, for some reason, she could believe him and know that it would be. She held her nose and slowly gulped the sickening liquid down her throat. With a strained final swallow, she finished it off and made a face. “Water!” she wheezed at Madam Pomfrey, who scurried away to fetch a glass for her. “Good girl,” said McGonagall, relieved that she’d choked the draught down. Lupin hugged her cautiously, not wanting to alarm her. He was sensitive to the fact that she was still unsure of everyone, but to his surprise she hugged him back. He pulled back after a moment and looked into her eyes. “Everything will be fine,” he said soothingly, as he stroked her hair. Madam Pomfrey returned with a tumbler of water and handed it to Genevieve. Then she directed a firm address at Lupin, Snape and McGonagall. “Don’t make me have to tell any one of you twice that this girl needs rest.” She shot a stiff glance at Lupin. “I recommend you leave her to relax while the draught does its work.” “As you wish,” said McGonagall obediently. “I’ll inform Dumbledore of her condition. I’m sure he’ll want to see her, but I’ll advise him to wait a while.” Snape nodded and said, “I’ll go with you.” He looked over at Lupin, who was still sitting next to Genevieve. “Remus, are you coming?” “Wild horses couldn’t drag me out of here,” he replied, looking at both Snape and Madam Pomfrey in a challenging manner. “Fine,” said Madam Pomfrey haughtily, “but if you get that girl riled up, you’ll regret ever setting foot in my infirmary!” Lupin knew she meant every word she said. He nodded in agreement and she left reluctantly after Snape and McGonagall. “Thank you for staying,” said Genevieve quietly, once they were alone. “I was a little scared of staying here by myself.” “Like I said before, wild horses couldn’t have dragged me away.” He squeezed her hand tenderly. “This must be really strange for you,” she started. “Strange for  me?” he asked, baffled. “I’d wager it’s far stranger for you, being without your memory. I couldn’t even begin to imagine what that’s like!” “I just mean it must be a little odd for you that I’m not familiar with you at all. We were evidently … well, close.” She looked down at his hand, which was still clutching her own. His other hand was resting on her knee. “Does it bother you?” he asked, suddenly very aware that maybe his actions were a little overwhelming for her. He let go of her hand and backed away a bit. “Actually,” she began to say, “it  doesn’t bother me. Isn’t that unusual? You’d think it would, but for some reason it doesn’t.” She grabbed both of his hands and brought them to her face. “I  want you to touch me.” His hands caressed her face, tracing over her features adoringly. He skimmed his fingers lightly across her lips as if to beg her for an invitation to taste them. She sighed at the sensation and that was invitation enough for him. He slowly moved in close, still cautious not to upset her if she had any apprehension about going any further. If there was any uneasiness on her part, it was well disguised. She moved in closer as well, and they met in a slow, sweet kiss. She parted her mouth, enticing him to deepen their kiss. Oh, dulcet rapture, being in his embrace, having his hands touch her, his mouth taste her. Why hadn’t she requested those people leave before, so that she could have discovered this ecstasy earlier? Much to her dismay, Lupin began to withdraw. “Are you remembering anything?” he asked her, sure that she must have been, if she was so willing to be so intimate with him. “No,” Genevieve admitted sheepishly, her cheeks now flushing. She realized what he was thinking. “But there is one thing I should mention. There’s this dream I had. You were in it. It was the only thing I remember before …” her voice trailed away. Talking about the gruesome scene was still very disturbing for her. “Before that murder you saw, right?” he asked cautiously. She nodded. “What was the dream about?” he inquired. “You and I danced,” she said with a half-smile. “Have we ever danced before?” she asked him suddenly, remembering wanting to previously. “It seemed so familiar when I dreamt it.” “We have,” Lupin said, remembering the night they’d danced in the enchanted dining room very vividly. He smiled broadly at the recollection. “Were we underneath a moonlit sky?” she asked hopefully. “I’m afraid not,” he said forlornly. He realized that her dream was a sort of mismatched tangle of memories – nothing concrete, but it did give him a glimmer of hope. He was in the dream, as was the moon. She was definitely correlating and gathering the significance of the two, if not in her conscious mind, then in her subconscious. “What else was there in the dream?” “A tree,” she said matter-of-factly. “A huge tree that grabbed me and tied me up in its boughs.” She furrowed her brow as she thought of the violent tree. The glimmer of hope was suddenly gleaming brighter. He chuckled softly, as he understood that the tree in her dream was none other that the infamous Whomping Willow. “Does all of this make any sense to you?” she asked him, begging for some enlightenment. “A little bit,” he laughed. “Your slate hasn’t been completely wiped clean,” he said as he kissed her forehead. He held her closely and stroked her hair again. “Why don’t you get some rest? I’ll stay here with you while you sleep and when you wake, we’ll reminisce. I’m sure you’ll be recalling all of those things you’ve forgotten very soon.” <center><img src=http://www.i2k.com/~svderark/lexicon/sh ... R>Never trust anything that can think for itself, if you can't see where it keeps its brain.</center>Edited by: <A HREF=http://pub129.ezboard.com/ubistyboo1974 ... boo1974</A> <IMG HEIGHT=10 WIDTH=10 SRC="http://www.i2k.com/~svderark/lexicon/shield_05[1].jpg" BORDER=0> at: 9/17/02 7:44:11 pm

Post by **majiklmoon** » Wed Sep 18, 2002 12:01 am

Poor Gen...but *sigh* how romantic at the end too....Awe Caroline, this is so good! <center>Margo is a Super ORB!</center><center><center>It all started with a boy, a girl and a silver handprint.<center>Countess Majiklmoon Mistress and keeper of the tunes</center></color~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ <a href=http://pub84.ezboard.com/bmajiklmoonsrealm><img src=http://members.aol.com/majiklmoon/image ... 2a.gif></a>

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