Troubles With A Neighbor

Troubles With A Neighbor

Chapter 2

In a small restaurant next to the new cinema that the Dursley family had just been to, a waiter came to his table to drop off the appetizers (which was much more than three meals). The whale-sized son, who went by the name of Dudley Dursley, grabbed a plate full of fried cheese with his pudgy fingers, swallowing a few of the greasing sticks down in one gulp. The lard boy continued to do this until all of the plates were empty. Petunia Dursley got the waiter's attention once again to order some more mozzarella sticks, looking at her son proudly. The only response she got from her 'Duddilkins' was a piercing belch that got the whole restaurant's attention.

The father laughed silently at his plump son, turning his attention to the small television that took a space in a corner. The typical news was playing, showing a burning house with some weird colored smoke above the wreckage. On the bottom of the screen were subtitles. Vernon started to read then to himself with interest.

'Only thirty minutes ago, Privet Drive, number four, had been broken into and set on fire. Luckily, the owners, Mr. and Mrs. Dursley, weren't home to witness the burning of their house. It seems that the ones responsible for this crime have left the scene-' Vernon's jaw dropped as he gawked at the television screen. Petunia saw her husband's shocked expression and turned her own attention away from her son (finally) and towards the TV. She repeated Vernon's actions, adding in a high-pitched scream. Dudley jumped slightly from surprise, making the whole diner shake. A waiter walked over to the 'normal' family.

"Madame? Is something wrong?" The long necked wife turned her head towards the confused waiter. She pointed at the small television that was in the restaurant, her face filled with horror. Her response made everyone there gasp.

"That's my house!"

***~***

"Crap!" Snape rushed towards the ajar door and threw himself outside. The Slytherin scanned his backyard closely, hoping to see the young green-eyed Potter. His black beady eyes fell upon the great oak tree that took place in the corner of the fencing. Snape let his eyes concentrate on the old tree, noting to himself that there was a small piece of paper on the dark brown bark. Fear blinded the old Potion's Master as he sprinted over to the tree.

Once Severus was within arm length, he grabbed the note that had been tacked to the oak with magic. He read the blood written writing with pure shock.

Now I have what always should have been mine. I'll tame this young made. Oh yes, you needn't worry about Harry...he is in very good hands. Well, at least better than that abusive muggle family the poor boy has been forced to live with.

Now Severus, I see that you're doing well without me. Death is drawing near for you, betrayer. I'll make sure that your demise is by my hands.

Your Master,

Lord Voldemort

"O-oh...my God...!" Severus turned around as fast as he could and he jogged inside of his house and darted through the front door. Frantically he searched the area, praying to Merlin that Voldemort hadn't gotten too far. He hustled down the street, not stopping until he was in a deserted area.

Once he was sure that no one from miles could see him, the scared Slytherin disappeared without a trace.

***~***

"Oh James..." Remus was sitting in his rocking chair in his small house, sipping on a cup of tea. The tamed wolf was looking out the window, silently watching the rain hit the glass. Thunder boomed in the distance as a lighting strike struck not too far away. The rain poured harder as Remus took another sip from his cup.

It was raining...

Just like when James died.

A sigh escaped the lone wolf as he stood up slowly, letting his chair rock endlessly. He put his china cup on his small little coffee table gently, walking out of the living room. He ventured into the bathroom with a look of anguish on his face. Whenever it rained, the wolf thought of his old friend, which always brought his spirits down. He thought of the same friend who saw past the werewolf inside of him and befriended Remus Lupin. The one person who always stood by him whenever he mutated into the monster he was and calmed him until the dreaded nightmare was over. The one...Remus sighed in bitter defeat. The memories of his dead friend were flying back to him. He just wanted them to all fade away from him so he forget the perfect past. The wolf was just simply tired sick of remembering the good days...those days when he had everything. The days when he had the world in the palm of his hand...

The days before Voldemort killed James Potter.

Remus looked at his reflection in the bathroom mirror only to see his dead face. Great circles took place under his eyes...under his grayish-blue orbs that held a tint of purple. The wolf's eyes looked like they belonged in the eye of a storm yet something was missing. The sparks of lighting weren't there, making his orbs look as dead as his spirit. His gray hair fell over those lifeless eyes, piece by piece. His hair use to be taken care of but now the old wolf took no heed in its existence. The tangled mess reached down past the old Gryffindor's shoulders, making the one and only Remus Lupin look older than ever.

"God, what a few years can do to you..." Remus mumbled to himself as he turned on the sink's faucet. He put his delicate hands under the cold water, wincing at the icy touch. He then slashed some of the chilly water on his face, gasping made contact. The wolf quickly turned off the water and walked out of the bathroom without looking back at himself again. When he was feet from entering the living room, he heard the rocking of his chair.

"What the-?" Remus walked into the living room, staring at the spot his rocking chair sat. Stormy eyes grew wide as the wolf saw that someone else was sitting in his chair. With the very dim light in the room, Remus saw that his cup of tea had been finished by the housebreaker, now only shatters of broken glass on the ground. 'Must have broken it while the water was on-' Remus' thought we cut off as the mysterious person turned their head the wolf's way. The werewolf froze as he saw those two piercing red pits. He took a step back, preparing to get himself the hell out of there if he needed to...

Lighting flashed outside, giving a little more light to the dark living room. The monster's face held a simple smirk as his crimson orbs were fixed on the frightened wolf. Yet also in that second of light, Remus saw a prone form on the ground beside his chair. Voldemort only continued to smile.

"Hello, Remus Lupin." The sound of windows and door locking throughout the house were heard by the lone wolf. Remus gaped at the serpent, eyes wide with fear.