New Chapter Out Now For; A World Of Your Own

New Chapter out now for; A World of Your Own

(a little snippet of the new chapter)

He exited the room again, ready to enter the middle room when he noticed something. There was someone in the main room. Someone that wasn’t him or an Oompa Loompa. It was a student. He hesitated for a moment. Should he go and see if they were alright? He had enough to do, and yet the curiosity got the better of him. He moved closer to the river so he could have a better look. The student was sitting on the non-quicksand crumble beach on the other side of the river. Eating pieces of the beach while staring out over the water.

As he was crossing the bridge and was able to see more detail, he felt himself freeze for a moment. He had to do a double take. Felt his palms become sweaty and his stomach clenched.

It was Harry.

For a moment he was completely unsure what to do with himself. This. This was his chance. He could finally have an actual conversation with Harry. But what was he going to say? Tell him that he knew his parents? That he had known Harry as a baby? How on earth was he going to explain that, especially as Wonka? Would he even want Harry to know him as anyone else but Wonka? Wonka was such a great mask, one he was certain the boy might like more than his depressed self. But if he couldn’t lead with their past, how was he going to make a connection?

He took a long moment to gather himself, he hadn’t been spotted yet. Took a few deep breaths, looked down at his hand and waited until it wasn’t shaking as badly as before. His heart wasn’t calming down at all, but that was probably a lost cause. The grip on his cane was tight, so tight his hand was turning white. But it was the one thing he could physically hold on. His life line. He swallowed and started to move again. Forcing himself to get a move on, or he wouldn’t do it. Slowly he approached the beach, and the boy. Purposely making some noise so he wouldn’t scare him.

Harry looked up and it took everything in Remus to not freeze up again. While he had seen the other during Halloween, it still felt like Remus was getting flashbacks. As if a young James was looking up at him. A young James, that didn’t get the chance to grow up, all the while he had grown old. But the longer he looked, the more differences he saw. Not just the eyes, that was definitely Lily staring back. But Harry was thinner than James had been, face a bit rounder. Nose a bit smaller. He’d grown up with James. The boy in front of Remus wasn’t him.

Of course it wasn’t him.

Newt Scamander is the Steve Irwin of the wizarding world. You can't convince me otherwise.

Also those two would've been best friends.

I wrote a fluff one shot for flufftober and now I feel like it isn't fluff enough 😭

Am I the only one who hates adult responsibilities getting in the way of writing?

Anyway, I'm back at it, whether my responsibilities allow it or not soooo

New Chapter this Friday! 😁

New Chapter out now for; Brew & Biscuit Coffee Shop

(a little snippet of the new chapter; Chapter 10)

Just as he was turning off the music, a loud noise come from outside. Confused he stopped moving and listened closely. Helped by his werewolf hearing, which was especially good tonight, he could pick out voices. It wasn't clear what exactly they were saying.

'NO! Absolutely not!' the voice was yelling so loud now that Remus barely needed his heightened senses to hear it. He hesitated for a moment. He wasn't certain if going outside and help was the best idea. Not when he was already a bit on edge, this close to the full moon. But he couldn't stand there and do nothing. That was even worse.

Just as he reached for the phone to call the police, the door of his cafe opened. He froze mid stride. Could he still reach the phone before they came in? He swallowed and moved forward. But just as he reached the phone someone walked in. Well, someone was pushed in, cursing loudly. The whole feeling in the shop shifted. From relaxation and peace, to a tense, heavy blanket. Even worse, Remus recognised the person instantly.

Sirius.

The other stumbled a bit from being pushed, finding support on one of the tables. Remus just stood there. Frozen in place, staring, heart pounding in his ears. What was going on? What was wrong? How could he help? He was about to pull out his wand when his eyes met Sirius’s. Sirius's eyes widened and were suddenly full of worry. Sirius raised his hand and waved something at him, but Remus felt himself rooted on the spot. He wasn't completely sure what the other meant, but he wasn't going to hide or let him deal with it alone.

"Stop struggling Black. You always love to come here," a second, deep and taunting voice was heard. Someone followed Sirius into the shop, wand pointed at Sirius. Someone Remus actually recognised. It was the same man that had caused trouble not too long ago. Who had been ready to fight -most likely Sirius in hindsight. There was one little glistening of hope if that was the case.

The man probably thought Remus was a Muggle.

Hell, Sirius probably thought he was a Muggle.

Good. He could use that to his advantage.