"𝐖𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐞. 𝐒𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭. 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫."
Elladora Hargreaves, a Slytherin who sits alone and never speaks. Most believe that she has some kind of...
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Remus Lupin had a rough night.
It had been a rough week too, the loss of a loved one was something that never came easy. He had been in mourning, his father too and he lost track of what day it had been. All week he had felt himself becoming sick but he supposed it was just grief getting the best of him, it was when he was rooting around for parchment to write letters to his friends about what happened that he saw the moon chart on his wall and became stressed that the night he dreaded every month was just the next day. He rushed to his father immediately who was asleep on the sofa with a blanket pulled over him, Remus didn't disrupt him and instead decided on telling him the next morning.
"Well, damn it Remus, why didn't you just stay at school?" He had grumbled; his nose and eyes were red as he sniffled loudly and grabbed a mug to pour his tea into.
"Mum was sick." Remus replied quietly, fiddling with his hands as he stood a couple of feet behind his father. "It wasn't a big deal and all my friends were going home for the holidays so I didn't want to ask them to stay just for this."
"What about that girl?" Lyall muttered, picking up his tea and then walking across the kitchen to sit at the counter. He slid onto one of the stools and placed his mug down before staring at his son. "Whatser name."
"Elladora?" Remus asked lowly, hesitantly sliding into a stool beside his dad. "Dad, I told you that she had to go home. I like to think if she had a choice she would have stayed with me but I wanted-"
"Of course she would've." The older man grumbled. "She's your girlfriend, isn't she? Spend your days sucking face."
"What?" He asked, flushing red and standing up off of his stool quickly with his eyebrows furrowed. His palms became slightly sweaty and he gulped, brushing them against his pants. "No, no, we're not...she's not my- she's just a friend."
Lyall only grunted and stood from the stool, grabbing the mug and walking into the front room instead of staying in the kitchen with his son and Remus watched him go with a quiet sigh.
The normally loving atmosphere of the house had turned sour, the air had become suffocating and the relationship between father and son had slowly crumbled all in the span of a week. Remus set out to the normal forest beside his house when the time came for his transformation, yet without Elladora's potion, it was a hard night and all his pent up grief and exhaustion came out in the form of his inner beast.
But instead of waking up in a pile of leaves, sticks and dirt with bleeding scratches all over his body, he awoke on a soft mattress. His other senses came awake before his eyes opened or before his brain could process what was going on, but his nose picked up a familiar smell that was very different to his own house or the woods. The smell of a person.
His eyes managed to force themselves open and the first thing he saw was black curtains all around him. Still tired, yet alert, he tried to sit up but felt a sharp sting in his chest and looked down to see some bandages on his torso with a faint splodge of blood that had came through. He took it slow and eventually managed to slump down with his back leaning on something and he finally saw that he was lying in a bed that definitely wasn't his.
