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Halloween, 1981 Bleed Black Part One – The Wait October 31. All Hallows Eve. Samhain. Hallowe’en. The date goes by many names, all evoking the same meaning; the one night of the year when the world of the dead is melded with the world of the living, the time when the wall between the two grows thinnest, so thin that it may as well have vanished into nothingness. The ancient Celts believed it to be the beginning of the year, and the large fires, feasting and dancing that went on for days on end served a dual purpose – practical, for one; they rid themselves of all they could not keep for the winter, and thus provided a celebration to tide them over until midwinter. Spiritual, for another; the large fires were used to purify... and to fend off the evil spirits that came out to play. Tap...tap- tap-tap... tap-tap. Who cares about this history grout anyway? He had always been impatient. Fidgety, his old Transfiguration teacher would say with a stern frown. Not that he cared then, much less now. His mother would have body-bound him by now, merely because she could not abide anyone being anything other than calm and collected anywhere near her. He had long stopped caring about that as well. He had never been particularly good at sitting still for extended periods of time, never managed to master the art of patience. There had never been a reason to do so, before. Tap-tap-tap... tap-tap. There was a reason for it now, and it was only because of this that he had managed to sit quietly for so long. Bollocks. He was waiting, had been waiting for what felt like sodding ages. For what, he did not know. Tap...tap- tap-tap... tap-tap. But wait he did. Ah, bugger. Quietly, yet close to bubbling over on the inside.
since nowadays he would not have been able to get a full night’s rest even if he’d wanted to. tap-tap. unnaturally so..tap-tap.tap... Few knew the true reason for the climatic change..tap-tap.. Outside the shadows were lengthening.Tap. he had never needed much sleep anyway. Dusk and fog began to cover the street outside. Tap-tap-tap-tap... This. Tap-tap-tap-tap. Not that he suffered any more due to that state. merely by the rhythmical pattern he had been keeping up for so long.. tap-tap.. Priorities change with time. Slow breath. Good thing too. Tap. Tap-tap-tap-tap.tap. He was one of them. Tap. heavy and exasperated all at once. gritting of teeth.tap-tap. Not that there would be too much light tonight. Tap.. From dusk to daybreak. he was no different from the rest of the world.tap. tap-tap. he realised soon enough.... It would have to do.... tap-tap. The only sound to be heard in the house. Glance at the clock on the mantelpiece. shrouding the world in the sort of half-light he had always liked best...tap-tap. tap-tap. Tap-tap-tap. Tap-tap-tap-tap. the moon soon to rise.. tap-tap. all day the weather had been overcast and chill... Was the minute hand going bloody backwards? Blast. tap-tap. Tap. Hell... He had heard more than once that he was a night creature by birth.tap. his senses sharpened naturally.. Slow breath. would never change. his biological clock shifting to accommodate the activities he had long included in his habitual schedule.. but he knew better. Not that it did any good either way. which were the sort not commonly performed in broad daylight. tap -tap. tap -tap.tap.. and in that at least. tap-tap. carrying in the otherwise complete silence of the darkening room.. A sigh... .tap-tap. Force of habit had made him so.. He wondered absently if he could actually wear a hole in the armrest of the settee he was occupying.
It somehow enhanced the light issuing from the carved and lit pumpkin heads on the houses along the street. tap-tap. Muggles. tap-tap. if they honestly think that it’s supposed to fly I’ll eat my motorbike.Glance at the clock.. Tap.tap-tap. warning him of the approaching group long before they came into view.tap.. as well as different approaches towards the celebrations – but still. much like this. quite untroubled by the annoyance it was evoking in the only one looking at it. They fought and battled for it every day.tap. It is official.. Tap-tap-TAP.. was ready to pay ten times over if need be. was a common element around him wherever he went. louder.. The blasted thing is moving backwards. conveying his frustration far better than any bout of swearing could have done. Glance out the window. something the group of muggles walking down the street took for granted. Laughter. perhaps. was a precious commodity these days. and it came at a terrible price.. more free than most.. He had always been astounded how holidays such as this continued to be celebrated by both kinds combined. Was that what he was waiting for? Paying up? Might as well be. A sliver of moonlight broke through the clouds. There. more boisterous sound. after all. Yet the hook-nosed “witch” continued to hang from the roof of the house opposite. It didn’t make much difference. bathing the foggy. glancing off one bad representation of a witch on a gnarled broomstick. no matter how many spells were cast on it. Tap. A price he. Maybe not quite.. Tap. for one. drizzly street in a greyish glow that only added to the atmosphere pervading the world.. albeit with great inaccuracies and misinterpretations from one party. more. the likes of which were expected to come from large dogs. reminding him of bygone times due to its familiarity. . supposedly “flying” around it.. no matter if you were wizard or muggle. He had grown up hearing those sounds and noises.tap.. Heartier. No sense of aerodynamics whatsoever.. tap-tap.tap-tap.. A low growl. This at least. he knew for certain. Halloween was Halloween.. Freedom. spiking his curiosity due to the alien component of it.tap-tap. his and his friends’ was a richer. menacing. Laughter carried to his ears.... sending a solitary beam to the shrouded world below. the likes of which would never take off from the ground. He laughed much like that..
I’ll have to ask Lily about that one – a hunchbacked. and throwing in a few impossible ones for good measure. a. the last to go into hiding. but never staying long enough as to require the use of the bedroom he had been given in the cottage. and to judge by his present living state. From his darkened room. turned them towards the source of sound with a slight inclination of his head. that one looks almost like mum – some bloke with a cape who. He was openly proud of the plan. He was still waiting. sifting through the wide variety of noises. He was strangely fond of that title. wore his underwear on top of bright blue trousers – what the muggles come up with. for some reason he could not quite fathom. turned him down. using every possible argument to back his point. mastered it only to prove them wrong. Bait. however. he could see the group of muggle children coming down the street. of course. and he suppressed a shudder. For their plan to work. The bait. even if it meant certain death. another.. Tap. or breakfast. thickset one with what looked like screws and bolts sticking out at random places. completely alert. Despite his present situation. carrying plastic skulls half full with sweets and dressed in the most ridiculous impersonations of magical beings he had ever laid eyes upon. He had been told. complete with a set of makeshift scars.He pricked up his furry ears. of course.. much like this. replaced by a scowl. and— A low. just to get it over with. They had not come yet. thing. he had waited. all week. honestly. Nobody would think twice about looking for the real keeper. He had. it was pretty obvious that either the Death Eaters were thicker than even he had given them credit for. The small smirk that was well on its way to spreading across his features faded. that it was not possible to pull it off. Part of him wished they would. not after he had taken such meticulous care to tell everyone and their pet puffskein that it was him who knew the location of the Potters. sometimes staying for dinner. Yet. Remus. Or was it former friend? He could not know for sure.tap... rolling chuckle. He visited every day.tap-tap. He had. Of their close group of friends. has the unique trait of being in the open.. repeatedly... growing mould. his left hand wandering to his wand. accessible. Take that James.. or they wanted to stage a really big coup. Traitor crossed his mind. James had wanted him to stay with them. Remus would love to see this werewolf. was that a hag? – not too bad. to do something other than sit here. vulnerable and tempting and ultimately catchable. I am the sodding king of partial transformations. he had argued once. he needed to be found. he was the most in the open. he could not help but be amused by the muggle perception of a vampire. . tap-tap. His friend.
.. had they not? At least it would be on his terms.tap.So it was suicide. tap-tap. Others had died for less lofty purposes. Tap.... His life. he knew that as well.tap. tap-tap... his prerogative.. even now....tap-tap. waiting for Merlin-knows-what.. few would be so thick as to confront him. It did nothing to explain away the tight knot his gut was clenching into. a foreboding the likes of which he had only felt seldom before.... he hated waiting with a passion.tap... James hated the idea.. tap-tap. when the Dark Side seemed to be so close to victory.. pudding? Tap.. for the only worthwhile thing he had ever known.tap-tap. Tap. and there was no reason to believe it would be good now.tap-tap. right? He would not go down easily... Tap... tap-tap. Tap. that’s what he was. He could be teaching Harry how to say bollocks.tap.tap-tap. It was never good then. Tap..tap.tap-tap. TBC.tap. tap-tap. Too bad he had forged himself a reputation of being nearly unbeatable in a duel.tap-tap. Bored. was she not? And... tap-tap.. folks! .. Maybe he ought to have stayed with Lily and James for dinner? She was making pumpkin pie. tap-tap.. Maybe he ought to give James a call? Hmm. It would certainly be much more entertaining than sitting here...tap.. And Merlin. Tap.. Sirius was all right with it.tap-tap.