Here is the second instalment of my fanfiction, Hungry Heart. For anyone who hasn't read that, it should be easy enough to catch up. The first few chapters are in each character's point of view, going over a few things that have happened so far. So enjoy and let me know what you think. :)
It had been one of the best and worst years so far.
I'd joined the order, fought back against something I believed in, and in doing so, reunited with my cousin. I'd also found love, with someone I'd ashamedly underestimated when we'd first met.
And then he pushed me away, insisted we shouldn't be together. All because he was a werewolf. Like that ever mattered to me. It was a part of him but it didn't define him.
But then there was Greyback too. The one who'd bitten Remus in the first place. And the threat he had to our relationship. And still, I insisted that I didn't care. None of those things mattered to me. It wasn't like we were slap-bang in the middle of a war already, so what difference did being with him make?
It was the same excuses time and time again.
I'm too old, too poor, and too dangerous.
If I had a galleon for every time he said either three of them.
And now he was in Austria, with Greyback's pack, risking himself day after day for a war we were drowning in. And would any of it make any difference, in the end? The more time apart we spent, with no news on whether Remus was even okay or alive, the more my faith dwindled.
Work was only getting worst. Suspicious disappearances, most covered up discreetly enough before the whole auror office could find out. It was usually the select few and lucky enough for us, Kingsley Shacklebolt happened to be one of them.
Not that it made much difference. In the end, it was all the same. Hushed up as quickly as possible, with nobody willing to talk about it. Even with us able to find out names, it was like people were literally disappearing out of thin air.
That itself was a terrifying prospect. It meant things were only bound to get worst.
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