Updated chapter of Betrayal.
I'm not sure weather to start at the beginning of their 1st year...or just carry on from here; I might start a bit earlier I think though.
Let me know what you think of the first chapters and weather I should carry on :D I'm also thinking of changing it to third person...let me know on that too :) Although the story needs some work, I just want some advice at the moment.
Thanks
-HermyCaz
Disclaimer: Obviously, none of the characters are mine. They all belong to J.K.Rowling xx
Remus's point of view
Betrayal
Remus:
It was James and Peter who told me what had happened last night; why the full moon was so bad, so painful.
I remember it being worse than normal, although I do not remember much. I remember my screams and scent as I scratched and bit myself. I also remember a different scent. A human scent.
I arrived back to the Hospital Wing with Madam Pomfrey by my side. She held me steady while we walked from the Whomping Willow all the way to the hospital. As soon as we got there, she gently lifted me up and placed me on a bed. It was very warm and inviting, the softness of the sheets soothing my scarred skin.
James and Peter were there as soon as they heard that I was back, although Sirius was not there. Where was he?
"Where's Sirius?" I asked as they both sat down on a couple of chairs that Madam Pomfrey had put there when she found out they were coming. Neither of them answered my question. Something was worrying them, I could tell.
"James?" I pressured him for an answer, "where is he?"
"He's not coming" Peter answered instead.
"Why?" I asked, the sadness showing in my voice, "he's always here"
James then explained to me what happened. The pain in his voice was evident also. "I don't know…I don't know why he did it…" he faltered, "I mean, we all hate him, but I would never go as far…as far to do that-"
"He sent Snape to the Shrieking Shack" Peter finished for him, in a quiet voice.
I didn't know what to say. I began to shake, and tears filled my eyes. I didn't want to cry. I closed my eyes to prevent them from falling, but they fell anyway. I wiped them away angrily; I wasn't sad. I was angry that Sirius had done this. That he had betrayed me. Betrayed my trust. Used me as a weapon. James got up slowly and sat on the edge of the bed. He put his arm around me and squeezed my shoulder gently. "We'll talk to him," he said quietly.
"No" I said, "I'll do it. I want to see him."
"Remus, I don't think that's a good idea-"
"James, please. I'll be alright."
James stood up and walked around to the end of the bed. "We'll be in the dorm when you're ready to come out" he said.
"Take your time on getting better" said Peter softly, gripping my arm gently. "If you need us….just let us know, okay?"
I nodded.
They both smiled warmly and walked out of the Hospital Wing. Madam Pomfrey came over a few minutes later and gave me some healing potion for the pain. She told me I needed sleep and that I could go back to classes in the morning, as long as I promised to get some rest now. She would let me out later in the evening to return to the common room.
James and Peter were playing Exploding Snap when I entered the Gryffindor dormitory.
"Hey Remus" James said, "Feeling okay?"
"Fine" I replied, "I'm fine"
"You still look very tired, she shouldn't have let you out yet, and you need more rest"
"James! I'm fine, okay? Nothing to worry about" I said, a little more angrily than I had intended.
"Remus. I'm sorry…I'm just worried about you, that's all-"
"I know James, I'm sorry" I replied.
There was silence between us, I looked around the quiet dormitory, only hearing the crackling sound of the fire, as the last few ambers began to flicker and disappear. "Where's Sirius?" I asked in the same pained voice as I had before.
"Upstairs" Peter answered, "Want us to come too?" he added looking at me with concern.
"No. No, it's alright"
James gave me an encouraging look as I walked up the stairs; I turned around and smiled slightly at them both.
I walked quietly into the room, the door creaking gently as I opened it. Sirius was resting on his own bed, the curtains only half drawn. His eyes were closed, except he wasn't sleeping, I could sense that, his breathing was far too heavy for him to be sleeping. I noticed that he must have been crying at some point, because his cheeks were flushed red. He shivered a little as I opened the door.
I walked passed his bed and to my own sitting down on the soft quilt. Sirius opened his eyes and looked at me briefly. He got up slowly and leant against the headrest, taking his soft pillow in his hands and clutching it tightly.
"Remus..I" he started, his voice cracking.
"I don't want to hear it" I interrupted, by own voice breaking, as my throat tightened and the tears began to start again. "I could be expelled! Or worse…executed", my voice grew quieter, then I was shouting "And…it's all your fault!"
"Remus, please" he pleaded, such sadness in his voice. "Hear me out...I just wanted to tell you…just to say that I am-"
"Sorry?" I added.
He was quiet; he pressed the pillow closer to his chest, and suddenly exploded into a wave of tears, streaming down his face and soaking the pillow as he pushed his face against it.
"Remus…I'm so sorry" he choked out, "I never meant for this to happen." His voice was muffled as he cried, "I..I just..got carried away…I never meant for any of this to happen,"
I could not look at him, I hated seeing him like this, and I felt that it was my fault. But it wasn't was it? It was his fault; however, I still didn't want to see him so upset. I turned away, and stared out of the window. I could see his reflection, his whole body shook with the force of this sobs. I wanted to go to him, to comfort him; but I held back. I stayed silent, and he didn't say anything either. After a few minutes of awkward silence between us, he got up with the pillow still in his hands, and headed for the door. "Goodnight" he whispered quietly, with so much pain in his voice, that it pulled at my heart. He opened the door, and hesitated for a moment.
"Goodnight" I whispered just as softly, although I don't think he heard me. He eventually walked out and closed the door gently behind him; I could hear the stairs creak as he ran down.
