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Date Posted: 20:26:24 04/23/02 Tue
Author: George Weasley
Subject:

i feel stupid - but i know it won't last for long
i've been guessing - i coulda been guessin' wrong
you don't know me now
i kinda thought that you should somehow
does that whole mad season got ya down

[ brujo slids down hallway, shadows succeeding in the task of masking his identity. finely woven darkness etched him along with the picture of the corridor. he remained unseen ]

[ he had to find his way back. to sirius's pensieve. he attempted to coarse through the building, putting efforting into finding the place where he had seen the extrodinary last night. he eventually found his way, and there it was, an empty room, with a silver orb hanging in the center ]

[ slippers scratched softly against the hard wooden floors, though it was barely audible against the sounds of the night. limbs loosely carried him in the orb's direction... ]

[ virile watches the crystal, expecting to see the same scenes he had seen the night before. but no, there were different scenes. puzzled, the male outstretches an appendage, and gingerly touches the orb hanging in midair. emerald orbs widen as he feels himself being drawn into the crystal slowly. lids shut tightly as the male prepares for a landing ]

[ but there never was a landing, as expected. he opened his eyes, and he was in some sort of room... it looked vaguely familar. yes, it was very familar. it was his living room ]

[ he was seated next to someone very familar also... his mother. he remains silent and still as a rock, knowing his mother would not be able to see or hear him ]

[ the clock chimed 12, and a door opened. mrs. weasley arose from the overstuffed red armchair before the fire and greeted the man in the doorway with much dotage. it was his father, mr. weasley. they sat in front of the fire, and started to talk in low voices that he could barely hear. he could only catch snitches of it... ]

-=- baby... coming soon

|''i know .... make money .... support .... new family

[ this was an old memory. before he was born. maybe he'd see why dad had been an attorney against sirius black. maybe ]

|''... trouble at the ministery.... work out''|

-=-... if it doesn't?-=-

[ he didn't hear the answer. mrs. weasley emmited a soft sigh and exited the room. he watched his father gaze into the warm, inviting fireplace for a few moments before he was dragged into another memory ]

[ everything went fuzzy... he was in the courtroom. now he was in a place he had only read about. azkaban. a cold shudder went up his spine, and felt as if all the remaining life was being sucked out of him. yet, there wasn't that many happy thoughts to take from him. all he could think of was his guilt, his pain... and this sustained him. his father came into view. he relized, he wasn't in his mother's pensieve... he was in his father's. he watched him talk to a person he reconized as sirius black for a moment, and eyed him as he handed him a slip of newspaper. then, he exited ]

[ everything was fuzzy. he saw glimpse of everything... all of his life, his suffering, his children... ]

[ everything slipped out of focus once more, and the virile hoped for another memory, yet he found himself back in the chamber. he sat, flesh moist with sweat, next to the floating crystal. where was his father? ]

[ male stares into the crystal for a while, watching figures pass of memories he had just experienced. where was sirius? where was his father? the two men had to be linked in some other way besides the courtroom... why would they keep their pensieves concealed in the same school, in the same room? and maybe, was there another's pensieve? he exhales slowly. he'd have to wait until tomorrow eve to find out ]

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