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Notes: Quick update -I know, I bet you're shocked-. This is another filler Chapter, however do not fret as more will come. Also a quick question for my readers, how do you think about how I've wrote Dumbledore? Along with other characters, I have found him hardest to write.

Warnings: In the near future, there shall be male and male, so you have been warned. If you do not like it, I ask you kindly to close this fanfiction, as it will not be your cup of tea.

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CHAPTER NINE

Poor Davey Gudgeon

However, Davey Gudgeon was not indestructible, whilst Remus had denied the offer to go out and play 'touch the Whomping Willow' the others had not. Remus was sitting in the common room catching up on the work he had missed whilst in the infirmary -that Lily had so kindly got for him- he was in the middle of copying out her notes when the common room door burst opened. James came in red in the face like he had been crying, Sirius came in his expression drained of any emotion Peter followed and he was crying wiping his jumper across his nose.

"What's the matter?" Remus asked concerned as he stood from the armchair he was sitting in.

"We-we were-" James continued to explain but his voice was weaving in to one pattern that Remus could not understand.

"Repeat that?" He asked, this time Sirius spoke.

"We were playing touch the Whomping Willow … and it was Davey's turn. And he, and he ran for it but a branch came out of nowhere and it …" He trailed off; Remus could feel his stomach sinking.

"There, there was so much blood." Peter said sniffing loudly.

"Is he alright?" Remus asked hurriedly.

"He lost an eye Remus," James spoke up as he sat down. "His parents are coming to collect him; they said that Hogwarts is 'unsafe'."

"Poor Davey Gudgeon." Remus whispered as he sat beside James. He felt a guilt he never thought he would experience; it was his fault that poor Davey lost an eye. If only he had not been bit, the Whomping Willow would have never have been planted so they could not make that stupid game.

II

Davey Gudgeon was not heard after that, it was heard that his parents had shipped him off to Drumstrang but that is unknown. On going to the dorm, Davey's things had already been cleared away, his bed empty, no trace of him. For the next couple of days the boys had tried writing letters to him but they had came back unopened.

The news of Davey's misfortune had spread like wildfire across the school, each time he heard the story Remus would hang his head in shame. Dumbledore had made a speech referring to the Whomping Willow reminding pupils not to go near the dangerous plant.

"They'd be better just cutting it down; it's not as if it's important it's a bloody nuisance." Sirius would mutter.

Remus was preparing to go to his classes when a fourth year Ravenclaw stopped him and told him that he was to go to Professor Dumbledore's office, this was it. He was going to be told that they were cutting down the Whomping Willow so no further accidents could happen. He would be expelled immediately. If an older Remus were to look back on himself, he would laugh at how easily his younger self had seen every thing as an attack on him to get expelled.

Remus stood in Dumbledore's office for the second time in his school year, his hand clasping on to his book bag. The room was empty he looked around curiously before shouting "Hello?"

"Hello Remus," A voice said from behind him he turned around to see Dumbledore standing in the doorway. "My you did get here fast are we eager Mr Lupin?" He smiled walking into his office.

"A Ravenclaw said you needed me?" Remus asked not moving from his spot.

"Yes," Dumbledore leaned against his desk. "I have seen you for the past days; guilt is on your face." He clasped his hands in front of him. "I want you to know Remus that you have no need to be guilty. A warning was set to pupils to not 'play' around the Whomping Willow, as you know a few of these people did not listen to my rules and one got hurt in doing so. But it is not your fault."

Remus sighed before nodding, Dumbledore was right. It was not his fault, Davey had been warned, however he could not stop that voice in his head telling him 'it was all your fault'. He managed to block it out before turning back to Dumbledore who had a wooden bowl in his hand. "Mint?" He asked.

"Yes, please." Remus smiled taking one.