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Moonlight, Blackfoot, & Prongslet: A Child's life...
2 reviewsAU - What if Remus had a daughter and Sirius had a son? What would have happened if Voldemort had waited until Harry was five to attack the Potters? Moreover, what might have happened if Harry was ...
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Title: Moonlight, Blackfoot, & Prongslet: A Child's life...
Author: Jnwund
Chapter: Pure Soul
Summary: AU - What if Remus had a daughter and Sirius had a son? What would have happened if Voldemort had waited until Harry was five to attack the Potters? Moreover, what might have happened if Harry was not the only child who had survived that night?
Muses: Moonlight, Blackfoot, & Prongslet
Regular: "Blah"
Thinking/Dreaming/Flash-back: Blah"
Parseltounge: ;Blah;
Telepath: --Blah--
Author's Note: ((Blah))
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A child's laughter means much- and thus makes it even more... A child's scream can be many things...Thus, a child is childish, fun and friendly- they are not evil, but they never stay peaceful...Children change. For pureness of one's heart is so rare, it is impossible... How could it be possible? Can one truly continue such good in the midst of the darkest evil? It is possible, I tell you, for it has happened to Harry, to Shade, and to Celia. Pure love, pure trust... That is the only cure to hurt and anger. Listen to me, and follow my words- hang onto everyone- until, you have heard my story...
"Prongslet, where are you?" The voice of a small child asked her best friend. The voice of the little child was clear as moonlight, and perhaps she was beautiful, like the moonshine on her face. The child was unusual. She was different, a strange quality swelled beneath her scarlet eyes. She was quite pale, and looked as if she had never seen sunlight although she certainly had. The child's silky auburn hair had been shoved behind her ears.
"I'm right here." The response sounded older than the child he was. He had black hair, messy black hair... The boy's eyes deep emerald...This child was different from the girl...He glowed in power... He scanned the room for sign of the third, and final one of them just as the girl sat beside him.
"Blackfoot, are you here too?"
"Definitely. And just for the record, Moonshine's here, too." Finished Blackfoot, his features were different...Blackfoot's blue eyes laughed silently as he spoke, a laughing that would never end. His black hair fell to his shoulders, making the little five-year old look rather cute. Blackfoot had no special quality. There was nothing remarkable about him except his eyes- his laughing eyes.
Have you guessed, yet, that these are not their names? For that is true. Moonshine's true name was Celia Virginia Lupin; Prongslet's was Harry James Potter and Blackfoot's was Prithvi Sirius Black. The three were five years old, young and true, but little did they know, of the danger they would later face- when Lily and James were babysitting...
A scream of fear sounded from a room below. Had I mention Moonlight was a werewolf? A special one, for she could change at will, and at moon, but a werewolf nonetheless. Thus, it was not surprising when the two turned to Celia.
"Who's that?" The boys chorused. Celia's ears twitched, and she replied;
"Auntie Lily!"
"Mum!" Exclaimed Harry, worriedly. Blackfoot looked at his best friends;
"Let's go down." He commanded and the other children nodded.
"Yes, let's go down." Agreed Moonshine and Harry nodded.
Quickly, the children rushed down the stairs, as fast as five year olds could. On the ground, the floor of the Potter Manor, was James Potter. His eyes were wide open- full of hate and anger, his mouth showed signs of disgust, and- the three gasped- this could not be right... Fate had other intentions, and so it was. Blackfoot confirmed it.
"He's dead!" Cried Prithvi, a sob escaped him and within moments the children were crying- Harry the hardest.
"Auntie Lily!" Exclaimed Celia, gasping as she spoke- her eyes never leaving James Potter's body. "She could be like Uncle James!" A started rasping noise escaped her as they ran upstairs- only to hear a cackling noise...
"No, please..." The sound of begging came from a room, "Spare them, kill me ins-!" Lily was cut off and the children looked inside to see a flash of emerald green lighting...
Lily Potter fell to the ground, her body lifeless. None of the children heard anything but Lily's horror filled voice, her begging, and Voldemort's mad laughter filled their ears.
"MUM!" Cried Harry, he raced to her, "Get up..." Harold ignored Voldemort, ignored the fact that his mum was dead...Nothing was worse than seeing your mother die at the hands of a monster...
His friends stood frozen at the door, tears streaming down both of their cheeks. Of Prithvi and Celia, Celia spoke first.
"They're dead..." She whispered softly. "Gone...Never to ever return. Never ever ever again. And that madman killed them." Celia's voice was full of grim truth, and she appeared shocked and sad.
"Yeah...Down the drain, kicked the bucket..." Prithvi snapped his fingers. "And I miss them. Already."
During this all, Voldemort had been cackling in glee. He stopped and grinning broadly, started to say the words that had ended many great lives.
"Ava..."
"HARRY!" Celia ran forward. "Come on," She grabbed his arm pulling him, but he stayed rooted to the ground, not caring, not seeing anything but his mother.
"...Ked..."
"God, he's not kidding is he?" Mumbled Prithvi to himself. "He really will kill Harry and Celia. And it'll all be my fault." He ran to their sides and join Celia in pulling Harry. But the boy refused to be moved, and Voldemort finished the curse.
"...avra..."
The emerald green aurora emerged from the deadly foe's wand just as Harry snapped to reality.
"No..." He moaned. Death...Not yet...Surely... He closed his eyes, never expecting to open them again.
Celia was the first to realize that they weren't dead. And the first to feel a red-hot sensation on her cheek.
"Aaaaargh!" Her screaming broke Prithvi out of his trance. He too began to feel the burning sensation, only on the left side of his neck...
"Ooowww!" He clutched it, howling in pain.
Together, their screams made Harry realize something. If Celia and Prithvi were screaming, he couldn't be dead, right? He cracked open one eye and then the other. Definitely alive. Why were they screaming, though?
And then he felt it. "Aaaaargh!" He clapped his hands to his forehead.
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((So, what do you think? Did I do okay for a first shot at it? Oh and PLEASE review! This is, of course, my VERY first fanfic that I think is good enough to be on the site! Once again, review!))
Author: Jnwund
Chapter: Pure Soul
Summary: AU - What if Remus had a daughter and Sirius had a son? What would have happened if Voldemort had waited until Harry was five to attack the Potters? Moreover, what might have happened if Harry was not the only child who had survived that night?
Muses: Moonlight, Blackfoot, & Prongslet
Regular: "Blah"
Thinking/Dreaming/Flash-back: Blah"
Parseltounge: ;Blah;
Telepath: --Blah--
Author's Note: ((Blah))
________________________________________
A child's laughter means much- and thus makes it even more... A child's scream can be many things...Thus, a child is childish, fun and friendly- they are not evil, but they never stay peaceful...Children change. For pureness of one's heart is so rare, it is impossible... How could it be possible? Can one truly continue such good in the midst of the darkest evil? It is possible, I tell you, for it has happened to Harry, to Shade, and to Celia. Pure love, pure trust... That is the only cure to hurt and anger. Listen to me, and follow my words- hang onto everyone- until, you have heard my story...
"Prongslet, where are you?" The voice of a small child asked her best friend. The voice of the little child was clear as moonlight, and perhaps she was beautiful, like the moonshine on her face. The child was unusual. She was different, a strange quality swelled beneath her scarlet eyes. She was quite pale, and looked as if she had never seen sunlight although she certainly had. The child's silky auburn hair had been shoved behind her ears.
"I'm right here." The response sounded older than the child he was. He had black hair, messy black hair... The boy's eyes deep emerald...This child was different from the girl...He glowed in power... He scanned the room for sign of the third, and final one of them just as the girl sat beside him.
"Blackfoot, are you here too?"
"Definitely. And just for the record, Moonshine's here, too." Finished Blackfoot, his features were different...Blackfoot's blue eyes laughed silently as he spoke, a laughing that would never end. His black hair fell to his shoulders, making the little five-year old look rather cute. Blackfoot had no special quality. There was nothing remarkable about him except his eyes- his laughing eyes.
Have you guessed, yet, that these are not their names? For that is true. Moonshine's true name was Celia Virginia Lupin; Prongslet's was Harry James Potter and Blackfoot's was Prithvi Sirius Black. The three were five years old, young and true, but little did they know, of the danger they would later face- when Lily and James were babysitting...
A scream of fear sounded from a room below. Had I mention Moonlight was a werewolf? A special one, for she could change at will, and at moon, but a werewolf nonetheless. Thus, it was not surprising when the two turned to Celia.
"Who's that?" The boys chorused. Celia's ears twitched, and she replied;
"Auntie Lily!"
"Mum!" Exclaimed Harry, worriedly. Blackfoot looked at his best friends;
"Let's go down." He commanded and the other children nodded.
"Yes, let's go down." Agreed Moonshine and Harry nodded.
Quickly, the children rushed down the stairs, as fast as five year olds could. On the ground, the floor of the Potter Manor, was James Potter. His eyes were wide open- full of hate and anger, his mouth showed signs of disgust, and- the three gasped- this could not be right... Fate had other intentions, and so it was. Blackfoot confirmed it.
"He's dead!" Cried Prithvi, a sob escaped him and within moments the children were crying- Harry the hardest.
"Auntie Lily!" Exclaimed Celia, gasping as she spoke- her eyes never leaving James Potter's body. "She could be like Uncle James!" A started rasping noise escaped her as they ran upstairs- only to hear a cackling noise...
"No, please..." The sound of begging came from a room, "Spare them, kill me ins-!" Lily was cut off and the children looked inside to see a flash of emerald green lighting...
Lily Potter fell to the ground, her body lifeless. None of the children heard anything but Lily's horror filled voice, her begging, and Voldemort's mad laughter filled their ears.
"MUM!" Cried Harry, he raced to her, "Get up..." Harold ignored Voldemort, ignored the fact that his mum was dead...Nothing was worse than seeing your mother die at the hands of a monster...
His friends stood frozen at the door, tears streaming down both of their cheeks. Of Prithvi and Celia, Celia spoke first.
"They're dead..." She whispered softly. "Gone...Never to ever return. Never ever ever again. And that madman killed them." Celia's voice was full of grim truth, and she appeared shocked and sad.
"Yeah...Down the drain, kicked the bucket..." Prithvi snapped his fingers. "And I miss them. Already."
During this all, Voldemort had been cackling in glee. He stopped and grinning broadly, started to say the words that had ended many great lives.
"Ava..."
"HARRY!" Celia ran forward. "Come on," She grabbed his arm pulling him, but he stayed rooted to the ground, not caring, not seeing anything but his mother.
"...Ked..."
"God, he's not kidding is he?" Mumbled Prithvi to himself. "He really will kill Harry and Celia. And it'll all be my fault." He ran to their sides and join Celia in pulling Harry. But the boy refused to be moved, and Voldemort finished the curse.
"...avra..."
The emerald green aurora emerged from the deadly foe's wand just as Harry snapped to reality.
"No..." He moaned. Death...Not yet...Surely... He closed his eyes, never expecting to open them again.
Celia was the first to realize that they weren't dead. And the first to feel a red-hot sensation on her cheek.
"Aaaaargh!" Her screaming broke Prithvi out of his trance. He too began to feel the burning sensation, only on the left side of his neck...
"Ooowww!" He clutched it, howling in pain.
Together, their screams made Harry realize something. If Celia and Prithvi were screaming, he couldn't be dead, right? He cracked open one eye and then the other. Definitely alive. Why were they screaming, though?
And then he felt it. "Aaaaargh!" He clapped his hands to his forehead.
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((So, what do you think? Did I do okay for a first shot at it? Oh and PLEASE review! This is, of course, my VERY first fanfic that I think is good enough to be on the site! Once again, review!))
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