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All right

I sent a message to a mod ot he meme.
I feel better now because I felt that I wasn't be listened too.
No, I did not ask to be reinstated. Mostly because if that's what they want I'll repsect it. I don't like it, but, whatever.

Funny how online activity is just as drama-stressing as real life stuff.


And here I though I handled this stuff better.
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Don't expect anything from me....

Besides TAT kink meme people being despondently unfair to me - yes, I'm going with that, the ego says - I'm not going to give up writing Tat fan fic. After all, it's such a small fandom and if I leave just because they SAY I don't play well with them...wel fuck them. That's what I say.

After all, it's not like they tried to talk to me. Now is it.

Just don't expect the stories there to get updated. If they aren't on my journal...well...

Should I update them? yes, I should. I can always make up another user, go in a search them, copy over to my hard drive and then re-post here. After all they are my stories and no one has the right to make sure that I can't get them, or see them in any way, shape or form.

I'm still angry right now. I am sure I'll still be angry tomorrow.
But whatever, it was getting boring around there anyway.
AND, I want to make it a point that I NEVER mocked anyone's prompt. I may have called someone out on an underage prompt. After all, what parent wants their sic teen year old kid with som,e old man? I mean, really? I'd be calling the police so fucking fast no one would have seen it coming, but me. And I appologized for that.

Well. Whatever.
I'm gonna write what I want to write. After all, they don't have th monopoly on the fandom, now do they? nope. They don't.

and all the people who complained about me can suck it.
I never actually insulted you, I never actually said a single word about how you are awful people for wanting to read about this kink. Nope. I didn't. I figure if I'm gonna call someone names, I'll fucking well do it straight to their face, not mock them in fic. That's lame, and childish. And how dare you just assume shit. When you don't have all the facts, you come to conclusions that have ramifications. It's not like anyone came to me and asked me what my purpose of that particular comment was about. Which, I would read and said "well, I meant it like this, I never meant to hurt anyone and I'm sorry,"

And as for the replies back to mod posts;
What else was there to say? I mean really, ya'll hit the head on the nail. I said I wouldn't do it again. And as far as I know, I haven't. What do you want? a fucking sillily? I can't write like fucking Shakespear. I can't give you an awesomely long message about how I am so sorry I messed up and how I'll never do it again, and if I do I'll commit suicide after giving a ten page speech!

I'm sorry, but people have jumped to conclusions because that's what they wanted. They read something else into my messages that WERE NEVER THERE IN THE FIRST PLACE. No one even bothered to get my side of the story. I'm just banned like that, no fucking nothing. Thank you very much.

Well, it's not fair. Not really. I never complained about anyone else. No matter how disparaging or hurtful I thought their comments were, mostly because I felt I was reading far too much into their comments and decided to just leave it be. I do respect the prompters and their kinks. That ONE TIME I CALLED SOMEONE OUT ON IT, was because I felt it was illegal activity. I also read the prompt wrong and got confused. It was taken care of, I appologized. I didn't mean to offend. I just simply asked if it was illegal.

After all, anyone in their right minds would call someone about a teen age kid with an older man. Is it just me, or is that not at all suspect? No, really? YOu wouldn't call a parent if you saw some older guy macking on a young kid? I would. Because fuck, if that were my kid sibling, that guy better be running. I'll castrate the motherfucker!
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The A-Team kink Meme mods Suck

Yes. I'm angry.
How is it fair that they can just ban me for no reason other than they got a lot of complaints about shit people didn't even ask me about. I haven't posted there for weeks but apparently when I do shit gets blown out of proportion.
Yes, I may have caused some fandom wank but I publicly apologized for that. And the other fills on march 10th were just funny. I was reading a fic int he HP fandom that was comedy. It was Snape/Sirius and there were one line fills to the prompts. I got inspired and just...wrote what cam,e to my head.

Oh but no, we can't ask why you did that. We have to ban you. We have to go by what other people say, and since they don't like you, well, you can no longer play in our sand box.

So. It_star clay. Thanks for the fic lists. But I'm not sure I'll finish those unless I want to. Sorry that you went through all that work. I'll do my best to see what I can do with them.
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The Day of Thunder - Original Horror Story

So some of this is political in nature and does not mirror my views. It's horror, and in classic horror, this makes sense. If two people have sex, the bad guy is going to kill them in a horrible way. So...this had blood and mutilation but I hope it is aesthetically pleasing.


The Day of Thunder

By Jonni Penn

copy right 2012


The idea sparked inconsequentially.

The teenager's gathered in the home of Mary and Harold Thompson who were in Jamaica for their twentieth anniversary. Their daughter Laura and her younger brother Tim had stayed behind. However, they did not fill their days with constant re-runs of Twilight and other family friendly movies. Tim found time to smash mail boxes in other neighborhoods and Laura got her first hit of weed.

Her friends, Grace, Manny, Lila and Jed crowded her bed room. A thick layer of smoke from their blunts hung in the air; Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas was playing on the television, but no one paid much mind. They had beer at hand and were all so fucking high that the idea was not seen as anything less than a joke. And not even a very good joke. It seemed.

And so, an hour later, with rain clouds on the horizon; the teens abandoned the movie and made their way across the football field behind the Thompson's house and to the abandoned mansion on the back of the school property. It had, according to popular legend, been abandoned for ages since the original owner had died and bequeathed it to a nephew who didn't really care and left it to rot.

Over the years the police had run out high teenagers, arrested run-away fellons and even caught a serial killer who'd used it as his base of operations. Some days, one could find homeless people rutting about the garbage and other refuse, find human bones the police had missed in their initial search of the property after the arrest of Hannibal the Cannibal, and drug paraphernalia.

Laura and her friends walked into an empty house. Grace stepped into the parlor and liked the set up. Hannibal the Cannibal had used an old dentists chair to torture his victims in. She pointed out the old blood stains on the floor and ceiling of what would have been a very nice, Victorian, parlor back in the day. She sat down in the chair, and she smiled; "I like it, this is my room," she laughed. SHe pinned her dark hair up and went to look at the table of scalpels, knives and other medical equipment she didn't know what to do with. But, could probably find an entertaining way in which to use them.

"Who should be our first victim?" Laura asked.

Manny, Grace, Lila and Jed looked at each other. Their bright clothing was a deep contrast to the old, decrepitness of the house. Grace fit int he best because she had raven black hair while Lila and Laura both sported blond. Jed and Manny both shared bright red hair, but Manny died his to get the look. He was originally brunet.

"What about that guy who dumped you for Morgan last year?" Jed asked.

Grace smiled and flipped a small knife in her talon like fingers; "Oh, why should she miss out? let's invite them both to our little foray,"


Being high never lent much to a plan; of any sort. The teens didn't care who saw them, nor did they think about their explanation if, shall we say, a body was found? Indeed, the teens called Ben Carson and his girlfriend Morgan Kelp to come by the old house. Grace wanted to speak with them. They didn't have to wait long, but while they were, they each took a hit of cocaine. The stuff helped bolster the idea. The idea of revenge. The idea that the group had grown in their hearts for the past three months since the end of term and beginning of summer.

Morgan was the Valley's princess and head cheerleader. She was the classic stuck up, prissy blond while Grace and Laura kept to the sweeter...and in this case, far more deadly side of the hair colour spectrum; Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, as the oft badly misquoted quotation went. Today she was dress in short-shorts and a white t-shirt. Her boyfriend, Ben, had on pool shorts and a black muscle shirt. They entered the house. If they thought they were meeting old friends, well, their world fell apart once they came upon the welcome wagon.

The boys ambushed Ben. He was a body builder and it took everything they could pull out to get him tied up and gagged. Laura and Grace took care of Morgan. She screeched at them to stop but they buckled her into Hannibal the Cannibal's old, back up of a dentists chair someone had all ready found and set up just for the fun of it. Ben was sat down on a chair and tied down to it.

Grace picked up a scalpel, "Ben, Ben, Ben..." she sighed, "I've been going over and over in my head just how I want to get back at you," she smirked. "And I know just how to do it. After all, beauty is in the eye of the beholder, isn't it?" she asked.

Laura, Manny and Jed moved out of the way while Lila readied the video camera. She trained it on Morgan before going and setting up a second one. Both camera's stolen from a vehicle not far away but that had been left unattended and unlocked. Out side the storm was crawling across the sky, rain began to drizzle and the heat of the summer dissipated somewhat.

Morgan was begging to be let go. She apologized, said anything she could think of to get Grace to let her go. But, Grace had other plans. She motioned for help and Manny was the first to the plate. He wrenched the poor girl's mouth open while Morgan took some tongs. She clamped the end of Morgan's tongue and pulled it out.

"This is for all the hateful words you've said. For that time you called Lila a slut, even though she has never slept with a man in her life, for that time you spread the rumor that Manny and Jed were gay; did you know that Manny got jumped on his way home? oh yes, he did and he was in the hospital because of it. He couldn't have died. This if for when I tried out for the cheer team and you called me fat and hideous. You said that the team couldn't take on ugly girls like me. And, this is also for that time to told the Principle that Laura cheated on that math test. Because of that she had to repeat twelve grade you bitch!"

And then blood splinted the air. Squelching sounds could be heard beneath the pained cries of the cheerleader as the knife hacked away most of her tongue. Blood poured from her mouth and onto her pristine white shirt. Manny's hands were covered in blood and Grace sported some splatters on her face and shirt. She put the tongue in a metal dish, and set it aside.

Manny backed off. He wiped his hands on his jeans but it did nothing to clean them of the blood.

Grace took the bloodied knife and slit Morgan's shirt in half. And then she did the same to the bra. Morgan was crying now more with pain and fear shone in her dark green eyes. Ben yelled from across the room but was unable to do anything to help his girlfriend.

"Remember last summer..." Grace began as she traced the skin with the blood covered blade, "when you came home from California with your new tits?" she giggled. She had never used "tits" in a sentence before, it made the natural part of a woman's anatomy so dirty. She licked her lips as she cut into skin. She held one boob with her free hand as the knife worked it's way into the flesh. Blood poured out and then, after long moments of work, the whole thing fit in her hand. The muscle cradled plastic that squished like the real thing.

"You aren't a double D, my dear..." Grace laughed. She put the ball of muscle and blood into a second tin pan. Then she grabbed the second, attached, boob and began to work that one away as well; "You're flat as a bored. You used to be nice to us when you didn't have attention from dumb arsed guys who can't be bothered to use protection. Oh yes, we know about your abortion. Not that I can say it's a bad thing, but really, it's not an abortion if the baby is born alive, now is it?" Grace asked.

Morgan sobbed in reply.

"Most women don't show much for their first time, so it's no wonder the school didn't know till Prom. And it's a good thing the carcass was found int he dump. There was no way the police could trace it back to you. But I know, and I told my friends. We all agreed you were a slut. Because only Slut's don't use birth control, you know. They get pregnant because they don't give a shit about what they do, and they think they can just do whatever the fuck they want to do..." Grace glared. She took a particularly painful slice of skin and then ripped the boob the rest of the way off.

Morgan screamed for long seconds. Grace plopped the second boob on top of the first.

"I was in the bathroom when you told Rose about it, and she told you how you couldn't sleep around and not get pregnant if you weren't using birth control. And then she never talked to you again. Which is why we didn't call her. I mean, she told you what you all ready know, what you call other people. You know you deserve this. The police autopsy proved that baby was alive when you dumped it into the trash," Grace pressed the peddle of the dentist chair. It rose up into the air and then she angled it back.

Grace unbuttoned the shorts and slid them down to Morgan's knee's. She clucked her tongue, "Hey guys, look, this whore is smooth!"

"Should we call you Jack the Ripper now?" Laura piped up.

"Oh no, nothing so grand," Grace laughed. She fingered Morgan's clit in thought.

"How about, Avenging Grace?" she asked.

"Isn't that a bit much?" Lila asked. She'd been reading this whole time, she wasn't one for horror, not even in real life and had ignored it all up until something interesting, such as Grace picking out a serial killer name for herself, came up.

"I think it fits," Jed said. He passed out cigarettes and they all lit up in turn. Grace puffed on hers as she inserted her finger into Morgan's vagina. "I think I'm going to avenge that baby, after all, you were his mother and you threw him away. You don't deserve that blessing," Next she was putting the cigarette out on Morgan's clit; Morgan cried and blubbered.

"What was that?" Morgan put a hand to her ear, feigning bad hearing, "Did you say, "Oh Avenging Grace please cut out my va-jay-jay?" well if you insist!" Grace grinned and the bloodied knife slid into skin and muscle. She cut in a circle until a huge chunk of the reproductive organ slid out and into her all ready slimey and bloodied hands.

"Ah, you pissed all over the floor...and I think I can see stomach..." she pulled it away, and some intestines came with it. She laughed and put it into a tray. Morgan couldn't breath, she gasped, trying to hang on but....she looked over to Ben, who watched, horrified, and then...she closed her eyes.

Grace felt for a pulse at Morgan's neck. "Expired at..." she looked down at her watch. "Twelve in the afternoon..." thunder struck right after she announced the time. Manny, Laura, Jed and Lila clapped as Grace took a bow. Her revenge on Morgan complete.

"Come on guys, let's go decorate the foyer," she gathered up the dishes, "I all ready have an idea, Manny, bring the body..." and then whistling a happy tune, she skipped into the foyer. The group brought stuff that Grace called for. Cans of left over green paint, brushes, hammers and nails. Then Jed dragged the chair Ben was tied to into the foyer and placed in front of the door so that he could get a good look at what was going on.

Laura sawed off a leg, Lila a arm. The hung these from the rafters with the help of tall ladders. Morgan's body hung from rope about her neck. Her eyes were gone. Dark sockets peered down at him and they seemed alive. Then, by the wall, Ben saw that Morgan was mounting them with a nail through each green orb.

She did this to all the body parts she and cut off Morgan, and then, in green paint she painted words.

[Above the eyes]

You Never Saw the Hurt you Caused,

[Above the tongue]

by the words you used to sting and lie,

[Above the boobs]

disparaging the worth of others;

[Above the Vagina and intestine still attached]

And brought death to life.

Once done. Grace turned to her old boyfriend.

"I know you don't understand," she giggled, "but it does to us..."

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Politics and other thoughts on social media

Facebook -
Nope. I don't fancy you.

Glee -
Whitney Houston has JUST DIED. Her Family is still grieving and you're gonna do a tribute show? You people obviously have nor expect. You're simply trying to make more MONEY off her name. You suck!

Abortion -
Is wrong. It's not a Republican thing or a Conservative thing. Why is it that people think it's OKAY to kill babies when murder in general is frowned upon? How is it that a drunk driver who kills someone in a car crash can be convicted of Murder but a mother who's aborted her baby can't? Why is one form allowed and not the other?

Joseph Kony -
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Watched Sherlock BBC with my parents!

Yup. It was Mom's idea because she and I watch "A Study in Pink" when dad was in India some time last year. And today we watched the second ep in season 1.
Dad liked it. I am so glad. I was afraid he wouldn't like it. And then he asked why there was only three episodes, even if they were long, and I told him and mom it was because the guys who wrote Sherlock did Dr. Who as well.

Ah. I have the first two eps of season 1 from Itunes. I wish I had enough money from my birthday last year to buy all three, but alas, earwax.

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Wolfsong - Ch 6

Okay. So I couldn't help putting in some history here. I hope everyone likes it. And I didn't get to the smut. Maybe later. Plot came up.

The WolfSong

Paring - Remus/Sirius

Warnings - Violence, and sex (I think)

Rating - NC17

Disclaimer - I do not own the character's of Harry Potter. I am not making any money off this story. However, ALL OC's are MINE and I call Copyright on them. So fucking there!

A/N - This story is AU. There is a lot that didn't happen. Such as, MWPP were simply WPP - Because Sirius, James and Peter still learned to become Animagi. They just thought they needed more of a challenge. And, if Sirius isn't some of the things I want to do won't work. So I need to keep that. Remus Lupine conceders Greyback his arch rival and is intent on killing him. Lupine is not weak in this story and you may not like his character. I expect him to be more of a Werewolf than he is in canon. Sorry, it just has to go that way. If there are any other questions, don't be shy, go ahead and ask me. I'll be happy to answer anything as much as I can.

Summary - Sirius Black is sent out on a mission to stop a Rogue Werewolf who is killing children in the hopes of changing them. Sirius suspects its Greback, a known Murderer and Werewolf. However, he crosses paths with Remus Lupine, a Werewolf who is intent on revenge. And the only way to do it is by Magic and he needs a competent Wizard to teach him.


Chapter 6 - Home is where the Heart Is

Sirius loved the way the leather pants made his arse look beautiful. He reminded himself that vanity was a sin and not something people liked. So, he kept that thought to himself. He wore a white button down shirt that had slight embroidery in silver thread so that it shone in the right light. Jo finished this off with the knee length boots Sirius kept in his never-ending-bag for those trips into the marsh. The boots were shinned up with a simple spell but still looked worn to pieces.

"Can't you afford new boots?" Jo asked quizzically.

"Despite what some people have taught you, wizards aren't made of money," Sirius snorted. Then he took a look in the mirror. He decided that he looked somewhere between being well off and not so well off. The boots were scuffed up enough to make it look as if he were trying. That was the total truth of the matter. He'd been careful about his inheritance from his Uncle Alphard. The money was a blessing he didn't want to waste on extravagant things. And besides, shopping second hand was fun. He'd found things he liked at an affordable price. He still looked decent, and that was what he was going for.

Not to mention Remus was staring at his arse and it made his spine thrill just at the thought. He glanced at Remus' reflection in the mirror. The Alpha was not paying him attention, eyes riveted on his bottom as they were, it gave him time to contemplate Remus. He was young, possibly Sirius' own age even. He looked worn from the Curse of the Moon, the whole pack had that look - even the children. Their clothing was far more worn than his, and they made it all. This, Sirius concluded, was what a family should be. And he wished for it. Yes, even the curse if it meant he could be loved by people who accepted him and loved him despite his flaws.

Remus looked up. Sirius didn't look away but he didn't offer up any of his inner thoughts. "What are you going to wear, Remus?" Sirius asked instead.

"Oh, I've nothing half as royal as..."

"You can borrow anything you want," Sirius interrupted. And then went red in the face. He covered his eyes with his fingers and held his breath. After a couple of seconds ticked by, Jo giggled.

"Yes, yes, I know," Sirius flapped his other hand, "I didn't mean it like it came out,"

"You like Alpha Remus, don't you?" Jo called him to the floor, and just made him groan in reply.

Remus watched them both, a smile tugging on his lips.

"I'm afraid I can't do that," Remus shook his head, "But, I think you look rather dashing. I'm afraid I'll have to fight off all the females," he wasn't joking. Sirius looked at him through his fingers.

"So you do like me...like that?" Sirius asked.

Remus smirked; "This is not the sort of conversation to have in front of the cub," he looked pointedly at Jo.

Jo gasped and looked at her bare wrist; "Gee, look at the time, I gotta go and put on my best dress! see you at the feast..." and then she was out of the cabin lightning fast. Remus and Sirius watched her go, both blinking owlishly.

"Ah, Children," Sirius sighed, "I was one once,"

"She's a breath of fresh air," Remus was stripping off his every day clothing. Not bothered at all that Sirius stood and watched until the pants dropped to the floor. The Wizard was then picking up clothing, and folding them before placing them back into his bag. "and messy too," Sirius mock-complained just to have something to say.

Remus pulled out some deer skin pants, a dark red woven shirt and a matching vest. Then he pulled out worn dragon hide boots and slipped them on. Sirius could see muscle flexing beneath the skin tight pants. Now the tables were turned and he was ogling Remus' ass. He couldn't remember the last time he was attracted to someone with such vivid surety.

The last girlfriend he had was Vivian Waters. She left him after school, though. Maybe that didn't count. He looked away. He didn't want Remus all for the sex, he couldn't facilitate a romantic relationship with the man in any capacity. He had obligations, not only to the Ministry but to the Order as well. And the Werewolves wren't going to do anything with them or against them. Mainly because even if the Death Eater's were defeated - the laws wouldn't change.

And, there was the slight chance that if Voldemort did make well on his promises, that the Werewolves would be granted all the rights of a Wizard. Something that they wanted but hardly asked for because they knew it wouldn't happen. Even now Umbridge was working on the Werewolf Registration. It worked much like the system the Muggle Adolf Hitler used on the Jews when captured and sent to the Concentration Camps.

"Sirius?" Remus was close and Sirius jumped back a little. He tripped and fell on the bed. "Let's celebrate tonight and worry tomorrow," Remus helped Sirius up and off the bed. Sirius nodded. After all, he dishonored the family, he held no power over the Ministry. He couldn't help the Pack out there.


Angus sat in the prison hut watching Lockhart watch the village gathering. They had long tables that were slowly being filled with food and mead. They were dressed in their best garb and a small band had begun playing folk songs they never heard before this night. Leroy lay in the pile of hay that made up on of four beds.

"I can't believe one Auror took us down," Victor whined from his hay pile. He was older than Leroy by a couple of years and younger than Gilderoy and Angus by a good five or ten. In essence, he was the middle child.
"Stop yer complanin'," Angus growled.

"I want to know why we can't apparate," Leroy sighed.

"Black out up the anti-apparition spell after he got back and was so graciously accepted by those idiots," Victor clucked his tongue in annoyance.

"I don't get it," Leroy said as he chewed the end of a straw, "didn't we want to get caught?"

"Wait..." Victor sat up and glared at Gilderoy's back, "was that the plan?"

Gilderoy gulped, and then schooled his face, when he turned to the three gruff men, he had a winning smile on his soft lips and he spoke with enthusiasm; "Why yes!" his voice went up an octave, "I planned it to go down exactly as it did, that fire ball was a bit of a surprise though..." he shrugged. "However, we are exactly where we need to be,"

"Why?" Angus asked, "what are we supposed to do now?"

"Well, my contact has promised us a huge reward for Lupin's head, and I mean head literally, a million galleons if we bring Lupin's head to Greyback in a sack,"

A trio of low whistles met this statement.


The night sky was darker with clouds hovering over the forest; a light drizzle had stared up just as the huge party had begun. But no one cared. A canopy held up by strong poles was erected above the fire. Children took cuts of meat to cook above the coals that a old women tended so that no one got hurt. Other tarps and poles sheltered the food. Soggy food made for a horrible party. Remus gladly led Sirius over to the food.

The gaggle of girls gave Sirius bright smiles and offered up their deserts of choice. "try my spotted dick," , "I've lemon custard!" , "Toffee pudding?" and other options were all thrust at him on spoons or forks by the young ladies who had been taught the age old adage women used on their husbands or men they were gunning for; The way to a mans heart is through his stomach.

Remus helped himself and even got a few charming smiles and giggles from the young ladies. And Sirius played along. Remus pulled him away and promised to be back after sampling the main dishes. Sirius laughed.

"Oh my, I think I'm going to have some competition," Remus winked.

"Why, My Lord, I do think you shall," Sirius agreed jokingly.

The party lasted well into the night. The band kept playing with small breaks, while an old man told the story of the Pack to the children. Sirius couldn't help listening in on some of a scop.

THUS seethed unceasing the son of Healfdene
with the woe of these days; not wisest men
assuaged his sorrow; too sore the anguish,
loathly and long, that lay on his folk,
most baneful of burdens and bales of the night.

This heard in his home Hygelac's thane,
great among Geats, of Grendel's doings.
He was the mightiest man of valor
in that same day of this our life,
stalwart and stately. A stout wave-walker
he bade make ready. Yon battle-king, said he,
far o'er the swan-road he fain would seek,
the noble monarch who needed men!
The prince's journey by prudent folk
was little blamed, though they loved him dear;
they whetted the hero, and hailed good omens.

And now the bold one from bands of Geats
comrades chose, the keenest of warriors
e'er he could find; with fourteen men
the sea-wood he sought, and, sailor proved,
led them on to the land's confines.
Time had now flown; afloat was the ship,
boat under bluff. On board they climbed,
warriors ready; waves were churning
sea with sand; the sailors bore
on the breast of the bark their bright array,
their mail and weapons: the men pushed off,
on its willing way, the well-braced craft.

Then moved o'er the waters by might of the wind
that bark like a bird with breast of foam,
till in season due, on the second day,
the curved prow such course had run
that sailors now could see the land,
sea-cliffs shining, steep high hills,
headlands broad. Their haven was found,
their journey ended.

"Wait...your pack is related, somehow to Beowulf?" Sirius whispered to Remus. Remus nodded. They quietly stood at the back of the small crowed and continued to listen. Sirius had heard a little about the Vikings in History of Magic class. The hero's were all Wizards, it seemed, and Beowulf was the ultimate hero. Of course, it made sense to trace one's ancestry as far back as you could and even if the Pack weren't related by blood - it would be a bonding to find out where the pack came from.

Sirius wasn't at all sure, though, if Beowulf was a Werewolf. They didn't cover a lot in Magic History class because Professor Binns died giving a lecture on the Goblin Wars ( 1200 bc, 1700 ac). And that was all he ever lectured upon; it made Sirius question that much of his magical education.

The scop was long and soon it turned to a more mundane story; the old man promised to finish the story of Beowulf another time. Sirius and Remus wondered away and back to the desserts table. Thankfully the women had wondered off with males that were far more accepting and Sirius and Remus could be alone.

"This is some party, I haven't had one like it since my seventeenth birthday," Sirius said as he served up some apple crumble for him and Remus who'd been eyeing it wolfishly. He handed a plate over to Remus first.

"We haven't even gotten to the ceremony yet," Remus replied.

"Right, and what do I do?" Sirius asked, "only, I don't want to mess it up," he didn't look up at Remus.

"All you and I will do is slit our palms, and hold each other's hands as if we are shaking, and then we make the vow," Remus replied.

"And the vow? what sort of magic is it?"

"Ancient magic," Remus replied. "Everyone who joins makes the vow,"

"And what happens if the vow is broken? has it happened before?"

"My are you curious," Remus smirked around a bite of food.

"It's just that...well...vows can go wrong. Have you heard of the Unbreakable Vow?" Sirius asked.

"Refresh my memory," Remus softly demanded.

"Basically if you don't do what you Vow you die," Sirius shrugged.

"Oh, there are some protections woven in, but it's nothing like that," Remus shook his head, "Everyone has a different feeling, but I guess...it feels like home,"

Sirius couldn't keep eye contact any longer; he knew he shouldn't go through with the ceremony. It was too late now to do so politely and he highly doubted he could have when Rebecca had kissed him - in a very motherly way - and he was suddenly transplanted to another time and place when his Mother liked him and didn't yell or verbally abused him. He could be useful in a far better way than ever as an Auror.
Whatever gold he had would help a lot with getting books for education the Pack needed and...well...he wouldn't feel like such a failure.

"Sirius?" Remus poked Sirius in the elbow.

"I'm fine," Sirius replied, "I'm just so honored,"

Remus wasn't sure what to say to that. But, for some reason, no words were needed.


The Ceremony took place by the bon fire. Remus called the whole Pack together and they all stood quietly for the Ceremony to begin. Rebecca and Cory - who Sirius had learned was Remus' older brother - stood a bit behind the Alpha. Sirius tried to hide his nervousness.

Remus raised his hands, calling for silence even though everyone was respectfully quiet; "Tonight," Remus face the crowed, "we welcome a new brother to our pack, Sirius Orion Black, who not only saved my Mother, but a cub and our village," he turned to Sirius, "I welcome you to our pack,"

Sirius bowed his head slightly; "I am honored to join your family," he didn't yell, but the words were spoken strongly and with want that Sirius wasn't able to hide so well. Jo stepped out of the crowd with a wooden box. On it were carvings on ancient Runes Sirius was partly able to decipher by a single glance; the words Family, knife and blood were all he could read as Remus opened the box lid. Inside was old red velvet lining. And the knife was in good condition. It looked rather dangerous though. The long bronze knife held a sharp edge. The hilt was made entirely of onyx with a single purple stone set in the middle. There had to be history behind this knife. It had to be important because Remus picked it up with reverence that resounded. Once the light hit the knife the whole crowd "ooohed" appropriately.

Remus held the knife in on hand and slit his right palm. A Werewolf elder behind Sirius grabbed Sirius' left arm and held out that palm of his hand. Sirius wanted to pull away but instead he straightened out his hand so that his palm was defenseless. Remus slashed the palm, at a diagonal. Sirius didn't even grunt as he watched the blood bubble up from the wound.

Then he was clasping Remus' right hand.

"I, Alpha Remus Lupin Son of Benedict and Rebecca Chase, vow to protect SIrius Black to the best of my ability," Remus said clearly for all to hear. There was a smattering of clapping.

And then it was Sirius' turn.

"I, Sirius Black, Son of Orion and Walburga Black, declare my never ending love and devotion to my Alpha, Remus Lupin. I vow to protect the pack at the cost of my life,"

The clapping after this was much stronger. Remus squeezed Sirius' hand and Sirius tried to squeeze back. Just to let Remus know he wasn't weak, that he could give just as well as he took. And then the grip was lost and the elder who had gripped Sirius' arm the entire time poured hot water over the wound. He dried it and then layered salve that smelt of honey and lavender over it and bandaged it. Rebecca had done the same to Remus' hand.

"Now, it is almost midnight, let us have one last cheer and mug of mead before we retire!" Remus announced. The cheering this time surprised Sirius. He was pulled away from the fire and towards the food tables. The treats weren't nearly gone, so there would be plenty left over for later. Mead was handed around and Sirius was welcomed with open arms.

Yes, he decided as he crawled into bed later, with Remus right behind him, this was home. And it was even better because Remus liked to snuggle in his sleep.
Leverage, Sophie, parker, Nate Ford, team

I only see this in HP fandom

Tell me if this is wrong.


correct way of writing the above is...


I know this may seem silly to some, but I really hate it when people put an apostrophe S on the end of names that all ready have S on the end. It's reduntand and a simple apostrophe say's the same as the apostrophe S. Thank you very much.
Leverage, Sophie, parker, Nate Ford, team

Wolfsong update

The word count is up to 23,336.
It's nice to see that I'm not shabby on the word count when it comes to my longer stories. And, a smut scene is coming up. I think it works. And so far I don't think anything has become too soap opera-ie. But what do I know?

Whatever, I still like the story.