I came down to make Harry breakfast in bed and have become totally distracted by this article in the Daily Prophet. I don't know if should kill Fred and George or laugh"Morning, Mate."I jump at the sound of Harry's voice and try to quickly fold up the Prophet. "Morning, Harry," I hate the squeak in my voice. "Are we going to try the wand today?""I need food," Harry grins and straddles me in the chair. "Someone wore me out last night and I've worked up quite an appetite."I blush and roll my eyes. "Mate that last time was your idea," I grin at him and waggle my eyebrows. "I have to admit that feeling your Quiddtich gloves on my cock was brilliant."I pull him in for a kiss and try to stuff the Prophet into the rubbish bin. He pulls away and arches his eyebrow, "Why are you trying to hide the Prophet from me?"I blush and move it out of his reach, "I'm not.""You are too," Harry frowns and reaches for it.The chair spills backwards as he shifts his weight on my lap. We fall into a heap on the floor and he grabs the Prophet from my had. He reads quickly, his eyes scanning the page, and I watch as they widen and his mouth falls open. "Fred and George," I mutter. "Got us into a bit of a--""Lavender Brown! Me and Lavender Brown!""Better than Eloise," I mutter and shift underneath him. "Maybe Lavender will send you a necklace."
"That's not exactly true Harry," Remus says drawing his wand. "You have an awful lot of hate coursing through your veins right now, don't you?""Remus what are you doing?" Tonks asks cautiously."You're angry, aren't you Harry?" Remus taunts me."Don't do this, Professor.""I'm not your Professor anymore, Harry. You're pretty angry about your situation aren't you?" He steps forward and takes a dueling stance."Remus!" Tonks hisses."Harry?" I hear Ron but he sounds distant even though I know he's just behind me. My anger is rising and I don't know why. "Harry, we have to set the shed right before Dad gets home.""Harry won't be able to set anything right in his current state. Will you, Harry?" Remus steps forward and I raise my wand quickly. Several spells come to mind and I mentally prepare for combat."You're thinking of ways to disarm me but somewhere," he says taking another step toward me, "somewhere deep inside, you want to see just how far you can let your anger take you. Don't you, Harry?""Remus!" I hear Tonks but she sounds distant too."Harry, what are you doing?" I hear Ron somewhere behind me, but he sounds miles away. My full concentration is on Professor Lupin... no... Remus... wielding a wand... raised at me... he's going to cast a curse... shield? deflect? disarm? destroy?"HARRY!!! NOOOOOO!!!" I hear the scream behind me and feel Ron tackling me to the ground as my wand flies into Remus' hand and my world goes black.