War Is Coming Communications.

There's a cat yowling on outside my window and I'm point two seconds away from hexing it in the face.

It's one in the morning. Why? Why?

[ooc: filter put up like nine minutes after posting because James is bored enough to stare at his post for that long, and it wouldn't have occurred to the idiot to do it right off. So if a certain crazy, insane, witch WANTS to have seen it or comment and say it was before he added it. So be it. Just saying.]

Whose up for getting pissed?

[Rose]

Malfoy make it out of the ghost thing alright?

Sirius. I knew it was...

Only no one else can see. I don't like it, I don't like seeing that blood traitor everywhere I look. I curse him and curse him and he won't go away.

No veils...nowhere.

Its not squirrels or incects you need to be worried about.

Its dogs. Black...dogs...that won't stay DEAD like they should.

...can animagi be infiri in their animal form. But he didn't look dead

Don't think I like these demon things much.

I killed one but it didn't stay down. And nothing gets back up from that kind of dead.

Felt kind of insulted by that so I crucio'd it. Even that was harder than usual. Lucky I'm me really.

But still, how do we kill them?

Right, so just because I don't automatically up and believe it when people tell me that they're my children, people must automatically assume that I'm the most rubbish of all people to ever exist ever.

Yeah, all right - it might be true. Even if it were, that doesn't change that you're telling a seventeen year old boy man boy man that he's got kids when he doesn't remember doing any of the following A) agreeing to have children and B) shagging a woman ever to make that happen. Particularly not the girl woman that has been accused of being the mother of my children. Because, really, I'd remember if I'd given it good to Hermione. Really, I swear I would.

That's all without telling me that you're from the future. Which, yeah, all right. Definitely a possibility in the up and coming, considering everything that's been going on here. Fine. All right. Time traveling children and nephews and nieces and dogs all from the future have come here to harass me until my eyes cross and I fall over dead. Lets pretend that I believe, again, that this is a possibility, yeah?

I'm only seventeen years old. I haven't graduated from school. I still cut myself with the razor when I use it to shave. I can't Apparate properly. I'm young. Having all this information thrown into my face, especially when I've been zapped away to Merlin knows where, isn't exactly going to up and go well with a fellow like me. I can barely process it when Mum tornadoes her way through my room and cleans things up because it's CONFUSING to see my room decent. How do you think someone like me, someone you claim to know SO WELL, is going to react to something like this?

What if it were you? What if you had all this going on with people immediately expecting for you to believe that it's true and, when you don't, you get dubbed as a moron? I'm not Hermione. I don't have the mental ability to sort things out into logical categories the way she does. I've got to see things, I've got to think it out. It might take a bit, yeah, but that's who I am and that's how I work. Sorry This might be a disappointing thing and I'm sorry almost sorry for it, but I'm not ready to be a father just yet and having all this rubbed in my face is just a teeny bit overwhelming.

There. I've written things. On the computer. Snape would be fucking pleased for it too because it's almost as long as his stupid essays.

Those books...they're fiction, a Ministry Trick. I crucio'd a dear little girl at a Bookstore until she told me as much. The Ministry used them to turn people against the Dark Lord. I mean, Molly Weasley?? And the Elder wand mastered by Potter?

The bit about Snape is admittidly plausible. I wouldn't be suprised if  he was in love with the brats Mudblood Mother.

But lets have no more talk of those lies

[Fenrir]

I think I want to do something to remind them of the good days.

Ideas?

I wasn't planning on relocating. So, with that said, which one of you wants to call in the children for the night? Any last minute volunteers?

Has You-Know-Who taken America yet? This is possibly insane, but there's not too much choice. Alright, so this is somewhat unexpected. Not where I meant to Apparate at all. Can anyone explain to me why I'm in Kansas and why I can't seem to get back to London?

I have become reasonably convinced this isn't my world. Convinced enough to ask questions.

Someone will die for every attempt to shy away from these.

Who speaks for the lot of you?
What are these demons?
Why won't the boy claiming to be Potter's spawn tell me his name?
Why is it that even though I've told Weasley boy all my stories he hasn't come looking yet?
Why is it you think you can keep me out of your little safehouse plans?. We got into Hogwarts, I can find my way in there. Remember Hogwarts Draco. Letting Fenrir in. Dear Dear...
Why after a sustained Cruciatus of around one hour 45 minutes do they stop screaming? Is it just that they can't anymore. I think it is...Course thats when you break off just long enough to let them think there's a chance. You can ask my blood traitor nephew about that one too. He knows, oh yes he knows.

Boo!