Disclaimer: Anything you recognize from the Harry Potter books and/or movies is not mine.
A/N: Since I know you guys are so eager to read my sequel (or not), I've decided to post a few teasers here. I hope they don't confuse you. I've gotten the story planned out in my head, but I have yet to sort it out completely and it may only make sense to me. Anyways, enjoy!
Book Two of Seasons Change:
Time Warped
By: xScenex
Teasers
(Random pieces that may or may not be included in the story. Take note that these are in random order, and do not happen in sequence.)
(Teaser scene one)
Hermione ran down the spiraling staircase of the dusty library, hoping to find the book she was looking for. Her mind raced and her heart beat heavily with fear. She needed to find that book. She had been in the past for a little over a year now. Time was passing fast - and that was time she didn't have.
Her time was getting closer and closer to it's end.
She had to find that book.
She hurried off the staircase, ignoring the last two steps at the bottom. She nearly ran to the door that led to another section of the library, her footsteps echoing disdainfully in the large building with the high ceiling and stained glass windows.
As much as she wanted to, she couldn't quiet those steps that could prove to be fatal. She knew he could hear her - but she didn't care. She had to find the book before he could destroy it.
Shelf after shelf she passed, hoping that she was heading in the right direction. The books flashed past in colors and blurs but her mind wasn't set on those - she knew he wouldn't just lay the book in with the others. He would put it somewhere alone; or somewhere locked away from human eyes.
She screeched to a stop as she rounded a corner of bookcases. There, down the hall was a door.
She hurried forward, blood pounding in her ears. The girl needed to get in there. She pulled her wand out and whispered the simple unlocking charm and heard a click, much to her satisfaction. She hardly allowed herself time slow down as she reached the door.
Wrenching it open, Hermione thrust her body inside and shut the door as quietly as she could in her haste.
All around her was darkness. She used a lumos charm to light the tip of her wand so that she could see what lay beyond her in the room.
There were dusty tomes everywhere. She couldn't make out any of the titles on the books, but she walked forward quickly. She felt the book in there. It was linked to her… linked to her very soul.
She searched, walking through the piles of books.
She felt a twinge in her heart, and she knew it wasn't far away. She turned right, heading further back into the room where the darkness seemed thickest.
There was a single, oak desk sitting in the middle of the back wall with a single red tome on it.
The book of Ages.
She reached forward and let her fingers touch the front cover. The magic under her fingertips seemed to come alive, dancing about beneath her hand. She caught her breath, the welcoming feeling bringing her into a feeling of false security.
There was a quiet creak that Hermione barely heard from behind. She turned around quickly, snatching the book up at the same time.
Someone was with her in the room.
There was a flash of pale hair just outside the ring of light from her wand and the swishing of a cloak against the floor before silence.
She was not alone…
(Teaser scene two)
"What did you think you were doing?" he shouted angrily, amber eyes flaring with anger and disappointment.
"What does it matter?" Hermione countered with the same feverish heat. "Why do you have to be so protective of me? I can take care of myself!"
The boy stopped and stared at her, his eyes shining with emotion, "I don't want to lose you like her."
"You wont lose me!" Hermione shouted, staring Remus in the eye. "And you have to stop babying me! Being a couple does not mean you have control over my life - I'll do what I need to and without your interference!"
"Do you know what you're saying?" he growled angrily. "Do you know what you're getting yourself into?"
Hermione gritted her teeth, "Yes, I do."
"Obviously you don't! You could end up dead if you continue this!"
Hermione shook her head angrily and stomped past Remus with one last glare which he returned only to spite her, "If I don't continue this, I will be dead."
With that, she left the room, slamming the door behind her and leaving a very distressed boyfriend behind.
(Teaser scene three)
There was a bridge up ahead, the raging river below flowing angrily through the concrete pillars.
He walked forward, the air around him damp and cool against his exposed arms and face. He didn't care if he caught a cold, as long as he got it over with. He couldn't take the pressure anymore
When he arrived at the bridge, he stood up on the railing, having slight difficulty keeping his balance. He stared out into the raging water below, grey in the morning light.
The boy reached into his right pocket of his jeans and pulled out a small, velvet colored box. He stared at it for a long while, twirling it around in his fingers and fiddling with the latch on the front.
He thought, and thought. Was this the right thing? Or was he just being over imaginative? He sighed. No… she really didn't love him, did she? It was a waste. He could not let his life waste away for a girl who did not love him back.
He snapped the small box open with a fluid moment. His russet hair blew across his face, obscuring his vision slightly, but he could still she the shine from inside the box as the sun cast dim rays onto the bridge.
A diamond ring lay inside the velvet box.
The boy took it out and dropped the box on the bridge. He held the ring up into the light, the diamond casting tiny dots over his fingers from the light.
He smiled ruefully at the object. It was something of love - something he wasn't sure he could hold in his heart anymore after that previous night.
"I'm sorry," he whispered, knowing that he truly meant it as his heart restricted painfully. "I'm sorry."
With those four words, he let go of the ring. It fell, downwards into the roaring water of the river with one last sparkle until the murky water swallowed it whole.
Remus Lupin stood on the bridge, staring mournfully at the water. He didn't know if what he did was right, but only time would tell. Only she could prove him wrong.
A/N: so there ya' go. I have the storyline all planned out in my head and I have yet to write it out on paper so that I don't forget it. And remember - those above scenes are just thoughts of what I might put into the next story. I might use the scenes, I might not. It just depends on how everything turns out.
Also, remember that I will not write the actual story until I've gotten pretty far on my other stories, and not until I have most chapters typed out and ready for posting. Thanks for reading guys. I look forward to writing the sequel.