She
By Claire
This is a sad yet romantic story with some funny pairings. It is all about when the marauders were at Hogwarts and honestly does get better. Please review, I would be glad to hear them. Enjoy!
Chapter 1: A moonlight mystery.
A lonely figure stood on the moonlit balcony. She looked calm and peaceful and yet her eyes betrayed her. For underneath those deep brown eyes sadness and despair shone. Her face remained completely blank as she simply stared into the night.
Remus wanted to go and comfort the girl but found he could only stand and stare. He stood perfectly still. He watched. He waited. The longer he watched her, the more he felt he knew her. He could not tell you her name or age, but it did not matter. He knew her face, every line, every smile and every laugh. He knew her eyes, whether the twinkle or just the deep remorse which flowed through him.
Yes, he thought to himself, those were the important things to know.
Maybe, if I watch her for long enough I might see how to make hey eyes less sad. No, even in his head that sounded stupid.
He turned and sat at a little desk behind him and began to draw her. Remus had never been an exceptional drawer (unlike his friend James) but he looked down at the finished portrait it was definitely (even if he did say so himself) exceptional. It showed the girl completely as he saw her, tall, mysterious and yet unhappy. When he had finished admiring the picture he titled it "she". He did not know why exactly, but it felt right as if someone had told him to write it there.
She, he thought to himself later as he lay awake in bed, she could be anyone. No, he thought again, there was only one person it could be.
The following morning he left his four poster bed reluctantly and wondered: Had it all been a dream? Did I simply imagine the miserable girl?
He hoped not.
No, he saw as he dressed at speed, the picture was there. She was definitely real. As his eyes passed over the portrait he realised that the title had been changed. A question mark had been added to the end. It now read "She?" He felt a slight chill take over him. He knew he hadn't added the question mark, so who had? He had a tiny inkling that he knew who it was but apart from the picture had no evidence.
What was he going to do?
