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Post by hugo on Sept 2, 2008 18:30:38 GMT -5
Hugo had left home early this morning, so early in fact that his parents and sister were still in bed. He needed some time away from them, some time to think. Hugo couldn't help but wonder if his family would ever truly be able to accept the fact that he was gay. Of course, many girls at Hogwarts claimed to be in love with him, but Hugo ignored them. There was no way he was attracted to any of them, so why even bother? Sighing, he was glad he'd chosen to wear his winter cloak this morning, the wind was quite chilly. As he soared above the clouds, Hugo knew where he was headed. He wanted to see his Aunt Ginny and Uncle Harry. Even if everything he did and said there could and would possibly reach his parents ears, Hugo needed to be with some people he could really talk to and relate too. Gulping, his gripped the handle of his broomstick tightly in both hands, bending closer to it. Doing so, he caused the broomstick to fly faster. If there was one thing Hugo valued and loved most about himself, it was that he was a natural flier. Truth be told, Hugo would rather fly everywhere he went, walking just seemed too overrated.
As he neared where his aunt and uncle lived, he looked down at their house in the distance. It seemed that someone was already awake. There were lights on in the house, so people were definitely home and someone was definitely awake. If people weren't home or they were all asleep, there would be no lights turned on. Or at least, that was how Hugo looked at it. It was sensible to think of it in that way at any rate. Keeping his broomstick straight, Hugo sat up a little while still apply pressure on his broomstick with the palms of his hands. The pressure would ensure that his broomstick knew he wanted to land and it would therefore glide smoothly toward the ground. Smiling, Hugo delighted in the feel of the wind blowing all around him, moving through his hair, in essence, touching him in very sensual ways. As he thought about this, Hugo blushed lightly as he glided lower and lower toward the ground, approaching his relatives house. Who could be awake this early, and why? These would be questions Hugo got answers too when he knocked on the door, he supposed.
Coming in for a smooth landing, Hugo carried his broomstick in one hand. Hugo's father and Uncle Harry had often encourage Hugo to try out for Quidditch, but Hugo never had yet. He prefered flying for pleasure, not for some emotionally hormone driven, anger inducing, hatred spawning game. Licking his lips nervously, he looked up at his relatives house. If there was anyone who could probably understand him, it was his Aunt Ginny, also, possibly cousin Lily. Though he suspected she may know his secret already. That, however, remained to be seen. His jaw set, Hugo gulped again before walking up to the door and knocking on it sharply. The only question now was, who would answer the door?
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Post by harrypotter on Sept 3, 2008 5:16:54 GMT -5
Harry sighed, he handled too much stress already, he'd had enough as he sat upon a chair wiping the sweat off of his forehead. "Goodness me.' He mumured. "Your aunt Roula would of dealed with this in a second."
Before Harry could even blink his son was on the ground, he ran over to him and helped him up. "Are you alright?" Harry heard the door knock, he opened the door finding his nephew, Hugo. "Hey Hugo." He smiled while holding Albus.
He placed Albus on a chair and looked at Peter, rolling his eyes. "I swear, Peter and Albus cause more trouble then I ever did these days." He huffed for breath looking back at Hugo. "So how's life at home and school been, Hugo?" Noticing he was holding a broomstick, Harry smirked.[/blocquote]
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Post by hugo on Sept 3, 2008 6:23:52 GMT -5
Hugo was glad when the door finally opened, especially when he saw who had answered it. Besides his mother, Hugo liked his Uncle Harry the most. Not because of his uncle's fame or reputation, but because he and his uncle Harry shared a bond. They both loved to fly. Smiling softly at his uncle, Hugo stepped inside the house and closed the door behind himself. He had heard the questions his uncle had asked, and yes, Hugo planned on answering them. He would, however, say one thing first. "Please, Uncle Harry, call me Alex. You know how I hate my first name. It always makes it seem as if I want a hug." Rolling his eyes, Hugo chuckled as he looked at the scene before him.
Cousin Albus looked sickening for something. What had happened to him? Perking a brow, Hugo followed his uncle into the kitchen and watched as his cousin Albus was sat in a chair. "What happened?" Hugo asked, coming to stand beside his uncle as he stared scrutinizingly at his cousin Albus. "Why does he look ill?" Blinking, Hugo leaned his broomstick against the wall and pulled off his backpack. If there was one thing his mother taught him, it was to have numerous potions and remedies available. Kind of an Emergency Care Kit. Unzipping his backpack, Hugo reached inside it and felt around. His backpack had an Undetectable Expansion Charm placed upon it, so Hugo could carry everything and anything he wanted inside of it and it would still be feather light.
Hugo was rummaginging around for a Pepper Up Potion, it was a potion that would instantly cure most common colds , even the flu or allergies. Even if it did leave one smoking at the ears for several hours afterward, it was quite a useful potion. His backpack, or more specifically the charm on it knew what Hugo was looking for and placed it in his hand. Pulling his hand out of his backpack, Hugo held the bottle up for his uncle Harry's inspection. "I do not know who Al looks ill, but this should help." Holding the bottle of potion out to his uncle, Hugo smiled at him.
"School has been okay..." he said, somewhat hesitantly, wondering if he'd ever feel comfortable telling his relatives he was gay. "Though since I turned thirteen, things have changed...not in a bad way. But they have changed." Blushing softly, Hugo cast around quickly for a change of subject. Then he spotted the food on the table. "Am I interrupting breakfast?"
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Post by rh on Sept 3, 2008 8:37:48 GMT -5
Peter's eyes slightly widened at the atmosphere around him, this was way more different than home. As his Uncle lifted Albus and put him back on the chair, Peter sighed slightly, his eyes were pretty dull, as if he hadn't slept in days, now note, his eyes just became dull and dark.
He smirked when his Uncle called him a big troublemaker, he was one anyways, no doubt in that. He pulled down his hat so it covered half his face, glaring down at his pants.
This was a way different feeling, a dark, dark feeling. As if he were possesed or something. His mother told him a story about her being a little possesed by darkness when she was around his age. He glared up at his family members, eyes as cold and crimson red for slits. [/size]
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Post by albuspotter on Sept 3, 2008 13:04:26 GMT -5
His dad came over and picked him up. Normally, he would fight to get down, but that time his head was spinning and he didn't want to walk. He wrapped his arms around his dad's neck as he walked into the living room. He smiled at Hugo. "Hey, Al," Albus said. He had always called Hugo Al or another shortened form of his middle name. "I'll be fine. I'm just a little dizzy."
When he was put down in the chair, he put his head down. "Dad, why bring Peter into it? He didn't do anything. Basically, Lily did it all. But you'll never see that. After all, Lily is your little angel. She never does anything wrong." He tried to hide the bitterness in his tone, but failed. "Peter, I'm sorry. You shouldn't have had to listen to that. Lily, you should apolize, too."
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Post by lilylunapotter on Sept 3, 2008 14:41:58 GMT -5
Lily was still sitting on the floor when she heard the knock on the door. When she heard a familiar voice, she looked up. Finally, someone who would take her side! She stood up. She ran over and tackled Hugo. She grinned at him. “About time you got here! You should have been here sooner. I have to suffer with these morons,” Lily threw a dirty look at the two. “We were starting to have breakfast before this happened. And we’re still waiting for Jamie to get his sleepy butt down here,” Lily answered.
When Lily caught sight of Peter’s eyes, she let a general shriek of fear. She ran and hid behind her father. She was completely terrified. “Daddy, what‘s wrong with Peter‘s eyes?” Lily asked her father in a shaky whisper. She remembered the description of the man that had tried to killed her father since he was a baby. Peter’s eyes reminded her of the visions that haunted her nightmares when she was younger and ever once in while now and then. She remembered the stories….
The tall, skeletally thin, snake-like man with nearly transluscent skin…. his dark scarlet eyes were set in slits like a cat's…. his nose was flat as a snake's…. his fingers are unnaturally long, like a spider's legs…. he was wearing a black hooded cloak…. he had no lips… Lord Voldemort.
“Daddy, is Lord Voldemort possessing Peter?” Lily asked her father seriously yet she was still scared. She knew everyone who saw Peter’s eyes now realized it, too. It was all there. There was no denying it.
“Mummy!” Lily squeaked. She remembered the one story of her mother being possessed by a piece of Voldemort’s soul when she was a year younger than Lily was now. Was it happening again in their family? Was Voldemort really dead? Or was he alive?“
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Post by hugo on Sept 3, 2008 15:09:54 GMT -5
Hugo had been holding out a hand toward his uncle Harry Potter. In his hand had been resting a potion, a Pepper Up Potion to be more precise. Hugo had been hoping to help his uncle make his cousin Albus feel better. Albus, whom Hugo affectionately called Al, definitely did not look well at all. So basically, all Hugo's attention was on helping Albus at the moment. When he was tackled and hugged by someone, Hugo smiled softly down at his cousin Lily. It was nice to see her, but he didn't like what he was hearing. "Lily, do not call your family idiots. Remember, in the end family is all one truly has. So please, do apologize to Al..."
Blinking, Hugo watched in confused bewilderment Lily's overly dramatic freak out. What did she mean that Peter looked like Voldemort? The only Peter that Hugo had ever heard about was Peter Pettigrew, his fathers old rat who turned out to be a blood traitor. Hugo was personally glad that Peter Pettigrew was dead now. Though what Lily said made sense, why were Peter's eyes glowing? Narrowing his eyes, Hugo turned to look at Peter as his hand drifted to his cloak pocket, toward his wand. "Peter, are you okay?" he asked, looking over his shoulder. Slowly pulling his wand from his pocket, he stood there, a bottle of potion to help Albus in one hand and his wand in another. "Peter.....?"
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Post by harrypotter on Sept 4, 2008 14:14:42 GMT -5
Harry's eyes slowly turned to Peter's, his eyes grew small. "No..no." He whispered. "No." He continued chanting the word 'no'. "No..no...no..." His heart almost stopped. "NO!" He had never yelled like this before thinking that those words might startle everyone.
He looked at Ginny then back at Peter, he looked down at Lily. "No. No It can't be Voldemort, he's dead. It must be.." He gulped. "Bella." He sighed.
He looked back at Peter getting up, he walked over to him. "What are you feeling?" He snapped coldy at him, he held him by the shoulder hard. "Seriously tell me." [/size]
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Post by rh on Sept 4, 2008 14:28:45 GMT -5
Peter frowned slighty when his uncle walked over to him. "I'm fine." He pulled his arm away, growing a little pale, Draco Malfoy pale, he felt something dark lurking through him.
He looked at Lily scared shitless from him. "Why so scared?" He asked coldly, then looking at Hugo smirking slightly but then it wore off. "Naive much?" What was this? What the hell was happening to Peter Oliver Potter? [/size]
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Post by lilylunapotter on Sept 4, 2008 16:54:05 GMT -5
"But I thought you said she was dead! You said she died right before you left school. Are you saying she's back? How the heck is that possible?" Lily said exasperatedly. This didn't make any sense. She was confused. Lily ran over to her father and slipped her small hand into his larger one. She glared at her cousin from under her father's arm. She was being cautious. She let out an angry hiss at her cousin. She didn't liked to be teased right now.
"You're lucky I'm not of age, Peter Oliver Potter. Or I'd be cursing you right now. Cousin or not, you're not in your right mind. You don't know what you're saying!" Lily snapped at her cousin. She would have cursed him with the worst spells she knew if she was of age. That's how scared she was of him. "Daddy, what's going to happen now? I'm scared!" She sounded like a child but she was honestly that scared.
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Post by hugo on Sept 8, 2008 13:10:33 GMT -5
Hugo couldn't understand why Peter was acting like Bellatrix Lestrange, but it didn't bode well with him. Not well at all. How could Uncle Harry just stand there screaming like a demented Mandrake plant and not do something? Standing, Hugo spun around and gave his wand a flick in Peter's direction. "Stupefy!" he said firmly, this being the stunning spell that he'd learned early on from his mothers books. Hugo had been a big reader before he ever started at Hogwarts, therefore he knew spells he shouldn't even know yet by reading his mother and fathers old school books. As he flicked his wand in Peter's direction, a flash of white light zoomed from his wand and straight at Peter's chest.
Glaring at his Uncle Harry, Hugo's chest rose and fell. He was trying to remember everything he'd ever heard in stories from all of his relatives. There had to be something there in their stories and in all the books of his parents he had read to help them. "What if Peter is posessed?" Hugo asked, gulping nervously as he looked at his uncle. "What if its like when Voldemort tried to posess you in the Ministry, when he shared your body for a moment and told Dumbledore to kill you?"
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