Chapter 2

(Again, I don't own any characters except Natalie, btw, Nat is the shortened name for Natalie just like Rem is for Remus! Hope you enjoyed the last chapter and enjoy this one Xxx)

I rose from my slumber, my body felt stiff and sore. I tried opening my eyes, having done so, I felt as if my sight had suddenly been limited. I blinked over and over, it wasn't going away no matter what I tried. My mums hand stroked mine as she smiled sweetly. I jumped into a huge hug, taking her by shock. Her warmth flowed through me as I heard sobs sound into my shoulder. 'Why is she crying? What happened? Why am I in a hospital?' I thought to myself as I stared at the cold white floor. My shoulder twinged as my mum leapt from my grasp, weaping louder. Scars patterned my body as memories came flooding back to my mind; the marks forcing me to relive the trauma of last night. I sighed a little as it all sunk in. I was never going to lead a normal life again.

"Natalie, close your left eye but not your right, please," a healer instructed.

As if following instructions, I did so, but couldn't see anything. Maybe I accidentally closed my right? I opened my eyes to see him scribbling down notes, the scratching of the pencil on paper danced in my ears. Anxiety knawed at me like a wild animal, 'like Remus,' I thought spitefully. 'No! I must never think like that! Last night wasn't Rem, it was the wolf,' I retaliated with myself, angry that I had lost control over my thoughts. The healer was whispering to my mum and her face was drooping into another sob. I couldn't take this anymore, it was just too much. I went to run out of the room, to where, I wasn't sure, but they finished talking and turned to face me.

"Well Natalie, it seems you've gained your brothers lycanthropy but your wounds should heal nicely soon. Now, when your brother scratched you, he damaged a nerve in your right eye and we can't correct it. This will leave you blind in that eye and a scar on your face. We reckon we can let you go back home tomorrow" a healer said to me grimly. Inodded in understanding but I was so confused and upset. I'd never achieve my dream of going to Hogwarts like my parents...

Remus's P.O.V

I stirred as my body slowly kicked into action. Groans escaped me, I felt so heavy and motionless. Much to my horror, I noticed blood staining my fingers and nails, a bloody smile to go with it. I was in the spare room instead of my own, the China vase had been smashed, claw marks littered the floor and walls, the small polished table had been knocked over and moon flowers were scattered elegantly along the floor. I pushed my self up, sighing quietly like a mouse. I stumbled over to my room and pulled out my clothes, I got dressed whilst pondering about what happened. 'Who did I scratch? It couldn't have been me, I'm completely fine! Oh god, I hope nothing major has happened!' I thought to myself as I rushed down to breakfast.

"Mum, Dad! What's for breakfast? I'm starvin-"

In the kitchen stood my Aunt Lucy, a handsome tawny owl perched on the table. She was busy reading a piece of paper, clutching her hand to her mouth. Every now and then, she'd rasp out with 'Oh my goodness!' And 'dear me!' And most of all, 'poor little thing!' ; which scared me everytime. The owl ruffled its wings impatiently and crowed at her. She turned on heel and leapt in the air at the sight of me.

"Aunt Lucy!" I exclaimed in joy, rushing to give her a hug. Her familiar scent of spices and pine trees flooded my nose like a rapidly roaring river. Tangled hair fell upon me as she embraced me with a rush of love; only to be stopped by an unusual sob. I backed away and gazed at her. Tears rolled down onto her beaded black dress and onto her shoes, I became more fearful of last night's occurrences.

"A - A - Aunt Lucy?" I questioned timidly.

"Oh Remus!" She wailed before collapsing back onto my shoulder.

"What's wrong? Where are mum, dad and Nat?"

"Th - th - there in S - S - St Mungo's, with Natalie," she stammered. This wasn't right, Aunt Lucy was usually so bold and wasn't scared of anything. But now she was crying? Why?

"W - why?"

"Remus, p - p - please sit down and stay calm," I sat down, "l - l - last night. Y- you , well sh - sh - she came into your room. You - you a - a - attacked her. You chased h - her. You bit her -"

I flipped.

I picked up the nearest chair and smashed it like an egg. Anger filled me up like a bottle and I exploded. I found myself shoving the table over and screaming with livid rage. My eyes burned red as I carried on destroying my house. The effects of my out burst were as if I were a bull in a China shop, I had wrecked the kitchen, terrified my aunt and ruined my sisters life.

I was a monster.

Normal P.O.V

After one last night in the hospital, I was finally allowed home. My scars had begun to heal nicely and I had adjusted to my blindness in my right eye. Remus was out of sight but as soon as I came in I saw Aunt Lucy. I sprinted down the hall and hurled myself at her, she radiated with love and had this glow of tranquility with a streak of outlandishness and chaos. Apparently, I'm a lot like her. Nah, my life isn't chaotic. No, I totally planned to be chased by my werewolf twin at midnight and then scream at doctors and try to run away from hospital after that. Anyway, I hugged her tightly whilst being mesmerized by the swirling crimson, navy, black, silver, coral pink and orange colours on her clothing. Her long, chestnut hair caressed around me. When we finally broke free, I noticed all the mess in the kitchen ahead of me. I guess Remus wasn't taking it well. Splinters of wood were shattered on the floor, China stuck out jaggedly - without even knowing, my brother had created a Picasso inspired maze.

I sighed as the tempting smell of chocolate ensnared my senses. Dad was in the kitchen, making tea and humming. The tune to ain't nobody danced in my head. It urged me to dance, as if under commandment, I started to prance about in the kitchen. Suddenly, my dad turned with the drinks and one cup sloshed all over me. Hot tea burned my skin and left a face of shock placed on mine. I roared at my dad,

"What was that for!?"

Almost immediately, I regretted it and wonder were this anger had suddenly come from. It was like a little spring, pressured until it randomly bursts, then goes back to normal.

"Sorry," I whispered to the slate floor, not daring look my dad in the eye. He pulled me close and gave me a hug. I felt like he had forgiven me and that it could just be forgotten. I made one last cup of tea, a guilty silence hung in the atmosphere. I just wish it had never happened, if it hadn't, we could actually feel like a proper family again. If it hadn't happen I could have my brother back.

I sat in my room, nothing made sense any more. I hadn't seen Remus at all since last night and it was beginning to tear me apart. Everyone was trying to keep me away from him. It was like they suddenly detested him; that he was a mere peasent and we, all of a sudden were royalty, we looked down at him like he was pathetic and worthless. What kind of family were we going to be if this carried on? All I wanted was to say I forgave him, whisper a few words of comfort. It was my fault anyway, I was the one who went snooping around. I fingered my bite, lost in a deep thought. ' Why is it we seem to hate werewolves? What have they done wrong? If only there was a way for them to keep their mind, that'd mean they could act like normal.' The sound of soap suds sang a few doors down, running water bubbled and a small whimper echoed down the hall. I snapped out of my thoughts and began to tred closer.

' Be careful, last time you did this, you got chased and attacked...' taunted me silently as I crept along the carpet. Wind howled outside as bullets of rain pelted the windows, covering any awkward movements that would have otherwise led to my discovery. Every fibre of my body was trembling with anticipation. All though I never showed it, I loved my brother very much and him being upset made me feel just the same. My heart skipped a beat as my hand rest upon the door. Summoning all the bravery I had, I plunged into the bathroom, not sure of what to expect...

Remus was sitting on the floor, head bowed in shame, crying his eyes out. I rushed over, hoping to talk calmly and forgive him. Although he isn't as stubborn as me, Rem doesn't just roll over like that. At first, he just tried to shove me away but got more brutal as I refused. Finally, we were both standing in front of each other; both feeling awful and both feeling like our hearts were mirrors that had been shattered. His gaze still wouldn't meet mine and deep down, I found it slightly infuriating.

"Remus, please?" I said shakily.

No reply.

"Remus?"

Nothing.

"Rem!" I shouted, desperate to get his attention.

"What? What is it you want? Do you want your life back? Well I'm sorry but I can't give it to you! Why are you shaking? Scared of the big bad wolf?" He roared back as the wind howled.

"No! I'm shaking because I didn't know what kind of out burst to expect! All I want is for my brother to at least look at me !" I cried back

"Why would you want me back? I ruined your life!" He muttered, his voice tinged with anger and confusion - his hazel eyes lit with engulfing flames.

I spoke calmly, hoping this would get through to him, "But you didn't! You gave me a chance to see what you have to go through, to be in your shoes, to help you cope."

"What's the point? You'll never lead a normal witch's life again, instead you'll be tied down by this burden..." He said, my twin was loosing faith and it was getting unbearable. Tears were now flowing down both of our cheeks, our anger had dissipated. I leaned in and hugged him.

"I love you Remus."

"I love you too, Natalie."