The Magical House of Dumbledore (A Marauders Love Story)

Chapter Twelve.

Bloody Deb upload on the same day I do, and then Reg does that. I was going to do that, oh well >.>

I stole her thing that indicates it goes onto the story. Haha.

Okay, while I was writing this, I was listening to Kidnap the Santy Claws on repeat :P It was the inspiration of this chapter, so I bet you know what's going to happen if you know of this ;)

Quite a few times I have accidentally started writing in third person, so if you do see any of that, don't say anything 'shhh'.

So ... I like this chapter ^^

~Edited by Deb because what she wrote was sick!!

~A/N Lies.

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As heartbroken as I was, I wasn't going to pull a Bella and just disappear off the face of the world. So, I walked up to the castle with tears. Stupid crying. I hate you so much, tears. I want you to never, ever bug me! But nooo, here you are going to make my eyes all puffy.

Stupid.

Tears.

Oh.

How.

I.

Hate.

You.

Okay, I'm sorry, I had to do that. Just had to. Not that I wanted to annoy you or anything. Oh, it's snowing, did you know? Before it was fine, and now it's snowing. It's just the start of winter. Cold atmosphere to match my cold feeling.

With a long exhausted breath, I sat down. Of course, it had to be an hour after, because I needed something to drink after the break up. I hadn't known we had to go then, I was just feeling . . . out of it when I saw that nobody was in there. Although, they didn't tell me to go away, I think they just took pity on me. Madam Rosmerta, bless her, let me have something stronger, but not much, than Butterbeer, and she had to limit it so I wouldn't be over tipsy.

Never will I drink that again.

So now I'm walking up a hill, with things spinning slightly, as I cried. Bea-u-ti-ful.

When the gates were shut, I just stared at them, as if trying to pry them open with my mind.

Hang on, didn't James and Sirius tell me about some secret passages? There was one in the Shrieking Shack that had something to do with the Whomping Willow. It had started to get dark, and I looked up to see the full moon.

I pulled out my wand, and whispered, "lumos." The tip lit up in response.

So, I started my trek back to Hogesmead. I slipped on my ass a few times, and it was cold as hell, but I lived. And then I ended up sliding down a hill when I slipped.

Fun, but I'm not doing that again. I had to dry off, and my hair was now just damp. I'm so going to end up catching a cold. Yep, I'm going to have to tell Regulas that he shouldn't dump somebody at the last moment at Hogesmead when they have to go back to Hogwarts in a few minutes.

Soon enough after many fails at walking down a hill, I had to go up one.

Kill me.

I trailed around, used the tree's to pull me up without slipping. I was at the top quickly.

I love tree's.

I hugged one of them. I'm a tree hugger. Nobody was here to see me hug the tree anyway.

With a mad giggle, I made my way up to the Shrieking Shack. I walked up the stairs.

There was a sound of bones breaking, and a long, loud wolf howl.