For as long as Remus can remember he's had a hard life. Constant monthly mutilations of his skin, a absent father, and the trepidation of his blush inducing crush on Anastasia Fox. Anastasia Fox, who flirts with everyone, has matching fainter scars...
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CHAPTER 25 (part 1/4) A Forgotten Lesson
Ana was having a bad day. She had started it with a nightmare. Ana never had nightmares, much less three in a month.
The night terrors started after seeing the cruelly mimicking boggart.
The dream was the same each time. A memory- the haunting of that night.
Not the attack, but the more painful aftermath, when the grey creature had fled back to the cowardice of the woods.
In her dream, her body went back to her spring size, like a year hadn't past.
Each time she repeated her near dying fate of a torn body's last moves- having to crawl over the lifeless, mauled corpses of her limp parents.
Laying in the soot and ashes of the fireplace. Flooing to the one place she loved almost as much as her now red stained home. The Lupin's.
It wasn't a nightmare with distorting value and peak dramatics. It was a memory, with the same survival she felt now lived three times over.
Safe to say on this Tuesday, sensitivity to the subject had been heightened ten fold.
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Jeez Annie, you look beat," James said, standing off of his seat to check her temperature, placing the back of his hand to her forehead.
Ana swatted his hand, glaring. Plopping down on one of the spinless stools in the Defense classroom, leaing her head on Sirius' shoulder.
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They had a new defense teacher.
Sir Snow, the ghost, had retired if that was a thing in the afterlife and got Mr Gatwick.
Gatwick was young, shortly pubescent, bone thin, and had the anxiety ridden face of a 14-year-old who had somehow lost the mortgage, his job, and had someone after him. With wiry thin glasses, a meek voice, a terribly receding forehead for such a young age and no authority.
But he gave great notes, was very knowledged in the work.
Aswell as fearfully childish eyes that helped with the nuisances of teenagers to give him pity enough not to take advantage of such a power imbalance.
School had started three weeks ago. And as much as the now sixth years had looked forward to this year of relaxation, fewer classes, no major exams. The ease felt ill defined.
Alice and Frank had been on the honey moon face since forth year, but now they seemed like isolated birds, barely seen with other company.
Neglecting their friends seemed harsh, but supporting the fact that in two years' time, there would be no more sharing dorms, notes, or every meal. Alice and Frank accepted that their once family of Hogwarts would eventually become the more detached term of 'relatives'.
