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Disclaimer 2: I'm not making any money from it. It's just for fun.

Disclaimer 3: What isn't borrowed is all made up. None of this is real or most likely at all realistic. Please don't trust any of the information in here. Most likely you know more about whatever I'm writing about than I do.

Disclaimer 4: Attitudes, views and opinions expressed by the characters or in the story are not necessarily those of the author. Even when writing Science Fiction or Fantasy I do not tend to attempt to create perfect/better worlds in which everybody gets a happy end ... or whatever is best for them. Please accept that some characters will have a bad ending or be unhappy.

Disclaimer 5: I intend no insult to anyone. If I offend anyone I'm very sorry. Please understand that it was an accident as I tend to be very clumsy in these things.

Disclaimer 6: If my characters' conversations seem odd or they appear to be talking past each other the latter might occasionally be intentional, but most likely it is an accident and I'm not aware that they are. It's just my bad communication skills.

Only three weeks into Hogwarts and Remus decided he hated Potions. The classroom was dark and oppressing, hot and filled with stinking potions fumes. Some of the ingredients were poisonous and at least one potion in their book had to be stirred with a silver ladle.

Besides he was awful at the subject.

He managed to duck whatever it was Sirius threw at James, but it landed in his cauldron instead. He bent over it and got a puff of stinking blue smoke in his face.

“Mr Lupin, why is your face blue?”

Merlin, how he hated his dorm mates!

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