Chapter Text
[1997]
February 18th
Camden Underworld, London
11:47 PM
“I CAN'T HEAR YOU!”
Remus has to yell straight into Sirius ear, euphoric giggles on his lips, blood pumping through veins. Guitar riffs deafeningly loud, hot bodies pushing and pulling him from the sides.
Sirius tries to tell him something yet again, not even stopping his jumpy dance, hair flying around like black strands of raven feathers. He's in his element, eyes sparkling, hands thrown in the air, shouting some nonsensical words to the Marky Ramone and the Intruders Blank Generation.
The nurse adjusted her garters as I breathed my first
But doctor grabbed my throat and yelled: God's consolation prize!
“I THINK I'M DYING! YOU NEED TO RESURRECT ME, MOONY!”
Remus throws his head back with barking laughter, catching Sirius by his arm when the wanker tries to slap him.
“I'M NOT KIDDING!”
I belong to the blank generation
I can take it or leave it each time
“SURE! YOU'LL MAKE JESUS LOOK TATTY.”
Sirius breaks into a toothy evil grin, nods aggressively, and turns back to the stage. Remus watches his face in fascination, sharp features illuminated by the faded lights of the lamps, and Black shines brighter than the stage. Yes, if you die, I'll have to drag myself to Hell to get your idiotic arse back.
To lose my train of thought and fall into your arm tracks
And watch beneath the eyelids every passing dot
Remus spots James in the midst of the bodies, who tugs greenish-purplish looking Peter to the loo and elbows Sirius.
“I THINK PETER WANTS TO RACE YOU TO THE GRAVE!”
Sirius sharply turns and drops his jaw in mock offence.
“HE'S A TOSSER! HOW DARE HE! I CALL DIBS ON YOU BEING MY RESURRECTOR!”
Remus is filled with a sudden warmth spreading through his chest, squeezing and enveloping the insides. He shoves Sirius instead, feeling too happy for the one hearing about someone's death.
I belong to the blank generation
“SHUT UP AND I'LL THINK ABOUT IT!”
And I can take it or leave it each time
***
February 22nd
Portree, Scotland
12:01 PM
Dolly the sheep is cloned!
Scientists in Scotland have announced the birth of the world's first successfully cloned mammal, Dolly the sheep.
Dolly, who was created at the Roslin Institute in Edinburgh, was actually born on 5 July 1996 although her arrival has only just been revealed.
Dolly is the first mammal to have been successfully cloned from an adult cell. Previous clonings have been from embryo cells.
The sheep's birth has been heralded as one of the most significant scientific breakthroughs of the decade although it is likely to spark ethical controversy.
Scientists in Scotland cloned a ewe by inserting DNA from a single sheep cell into an egg and implanted it in a surrogate mother.
They now have a healthy seven-month-old sheep - Dolly - who is an exact genetic duplicate of the animal from which the single cell was taken.
DNA tests have revealed that Dolly is identical to the ewe who donated the udder cell and is unrelated to the surrogate mother.
《It will enable us to study genetic diseases for which there is presently no cure》
Dr Ian Wilmut, embryologist
She throws the papers in the rubbish bin.
He will release them today. He planned this. All of this.
She glances towards her work table and sighs. Piles of cases and books and literature, and they're as far away from the solution as they were twenty years ago.
“We need to notify the Prewetts,” states Albus, calmly as ever, stirring his tea with a little silvery spoon. Minerva has an idea to notify him that the world is ending, and he gets no right to act so composed.
“We do. You better hurry,” she says instead, and sits back in her chair, picking an old book from the bottom of the pile.
Detwiler LA; 1992. There's a file with a name of the informant who suggested a book. E. Tonks. Stuck to another file, Journal of Neurology Neurosurgery and Psychiatry, 1988; sent through H. Howell, declared dead in 81'.