Summery: It's just another year at Hogwarts with nothing out of the ordinary. Unless you count the new girl Serena Moon, a pale skinned and very timid girl, who goes out of her way to avoid making friends.

Warning: Serena will appear OOC, but only because I had to shape her into what the past I gave her, would create her. There will be a definite character bashing, mainly at the trio, hence the summery.

Information: This in the sixth year, so I am recreating that year into my own molding. I may add the other girls and I may not. Depending if whether I can or not. There are no scouts, no talking cats, as far as I know, but a lot of drama, so beware.

Things are going to be picking up from here on out. I have a lot that needs to happen in the next several chapters, so Enjoy!

-Now Onto The Story-

Chapter ten:
The Forgotten

Serena exhaled sharply, trying to calm her raw nerves. Remus had agreed to take her to visit Raye. Which was why she stood anxiously in Dumbledore's office. The students were busy decorating the castle for Christmas. Even from here she could hear the enchanted knights singing Jingle Bells.

The cheerful mood made her feel strange inside. It made her heart twist strangely and her gut to clench tightly.

"How are you this morning, Miss Moon?" Dumbledore asked when he slipped through the backdoor. "Ready I see." He nodded to her, before finding his seat.

Serena shifted uncomfortably. "Erm- I mean, I'm fine Professor Dumbledore," she replied meekly. At that point, the door to the cluttered office opened and Remus entered the room. "Sorry I'm late," he said in greeting.

He looked from her to the headmaster and then back again. "Ready," Remus inquired? "We'll be traveling by Floo Powder."

Dumbledore stood then and quickly made his way to his fireplace. Taking a pot from the mantle he held it out to her. "You know what to do," he said, nodding to the powder within the pot.

Serena stared at it as well, wondering if maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all. What would she tell Raye when she finally got there? Gritting her teeth, she grabbed a pinch and tossed it in the small flickering flame. The orange fire burst into a fury of green sparks and with a roar, grew twice in size. "All right now," Remus said. "Remember to say it loud and clear."

Serena nodded once, feeling a sense of foreboding of things to come.

Stepping into the green flames, she cleared her throat noiselessly. "Saint Mungo's Hospital," she said clearly, pronouncing it just right.

Serena felt the familiar tug. The sensation of being sucked into a tiny drainpipe, never appealed to her, even now. With one hand holding her hair back from her face and the other holding down her robes, she felt herself being whisked away.

Blinking, Serena looked at all the fireplaces she whizzed by on her search for the right one.

But then before she knew it, she landed firmly in another fireplace, this one more cramped than the one in Dumbledore's office.

The sudden jolt to her legs sent her to her knees and she fell out of the fireplace, rolling into a busy and active Hospital room.

Behind her, she heard a familiar sound as Remus appeared.

Serena groaned knowing that a nice bruise would form on both of her knees after that landing. Climbing to her feet, she dusted off her robes. The soot dirtied anything she wore, that including dark clothes as well.

Content with her robes, she straightened and inspected the room they had stumbled in. The reception area was busy, sporting all types of witches and wizards. Quite a few seemed fine as far as the eye could see, while most sported some strange attachment.

"This way," Remus said, tearing her from her thoughts. He led her to a short line of witches and wizards, which lay before a plump blonde witch who sat at a desk marked Inquires. Hmm, Serena ogled at the beauty crafted into the hospital. Such care, she thought.

"Remus Lupin, what a surprise," the blonde witch greeted when it was their turn to speak with her. "What is the occasion?"

Remus actually flushed at the attention and had to look away. "Visiting a friend," he offered. He then turned his pale eyes on her expectantly.

Swallowing nervously, Serena looked at the older witch. Did she really want to do this? Face her past and consequences be damned?

Am I ready for this? she wondered. Seven years have passed, but-

"Raye Pye," she whispered, the name dredging up old memories. Ones she had fought so hard to squash away.

"Oh," the woman said aloud and her eyes filled with something akin to sympathy. "Fourth floor, third door on the left in the Janus Thickey ward."

"Fourth floor," Remus inquired. "I expected her to be in the-" he stopped himself, but despite to keep this information silent, the blonde witch finished for him. "She's being kept in a closed ward, because of her condition. It's the one floor, where if her conditions get out of control, we can control her."

Serena shivered at that thought and wondered if one day they would lock her up in here as well. Remus touched her shoulder to ease her tension. The touch helped, but it didn't make the pain go away.

Together they went to the staircase and began to climb to the forth floor. When they reached the floor intended, they came to a wide hallway with a set of doors at the very end. From beyond that the hall continued, but doors decorated each side of the two walls.

Serena pulled herself close to Remus as they stared towards the doors. Once there, Remus pressed a button to alert the staff inside. Each second they waited planted a seed of doubt inside her. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea.

"Yes," a voice inquired through a speaker.

Too late.

Remus pressed the button again and cleared his throat. "We're here to see Raye Pye," he replied carefully.

Turning to make a run for it, Serena was startled when Remus touched her shoulder again. "I know what you're going through," he said softly. A loud buzz alerted to the unlocking of the Janus Thickey ward.

He pushed the door open for her, holding it as he touched the small of her back to urge her forward. She still hesitated in the doorway, wondering what she should do.

"I know you're scared, Serena," he said to help her choose. "But you have to face your past some time."

He's right, she tried to tell herself. It's better now, then never. Right? She stepped forward, and it was just enough, because the door slammed shut behind them.

Feeling trapped, her first thought was to twist around and barge out back through those doors. But Remus was directing her to the third door on the left. She felt sick with dread, as they got closer.

What do I say? She wanted to know. Remus opened the door for her like a gentlemen, but she wished he hadn't. "Go on," he pushed her forward. And she realized too late that he wasn't coming in with her.

The door closed behind her with an ominous thud, locking her in. It wasn't a big room, probably one of the smaller ones on this floor. A bed sat alone in the room, near the window actually. The shades had been drawn to let the light in. Unlike the rest of the hospital, that was the only light in this room.

I-I cant, she realized. She turned to leave, but a voice stopped her. "You're early," a soft voice said from within the room. Serena couldn't tell where it came from.

Just get me out of here, Serena begged, stepping back towards the door. She would have made a run for it hadn't the voice paralyzed her, with its all too familiar taunt.

"Cat got your tongue," the voice joked sarcastically. This wasn't the girl Serena knew and Serena knew why that was. Knew all too well why.

From behind the bed, closest to the window a figure climbed to their feet. Serena stiffened, her eyes widening at the sight of the rail-thin girl.

Raye was still beautiful. But there was a haunting ache to her, when you looked at her. As if she wasn't all that she could be. Like a part of her was missing. With hair of raven black, its strands fell longer than even Serena's. The ends fell in a silky smooth wave to the back of her thighs. It appeared that for the past few years, she had neglected to cut it.

Slowing the person turned her way, dark eyes looking at her. At first they showed confusion and then they narrowed into suspicion. They were as dark as Serena remembered. But this girl was too thin to be her friend. And the dark circles that formed bags beneath her eyes shouldn't have been there. Her skin was tight around her bones, so tight you could actually see her skeleton, as if her skin was transparent.

Serena felt tears rush to her eyes. What have I done? She wanted to scream, she wanted to reach up and rip her hair out and scream. Raye had been a beautiful radiate girl, so full of life. Everything Serena hadn't been. Everything Serena wanted to be.

"What are you doing here," Raye asked staring at her as if she couldn't believe her eyes. "I'm so sorry Raye," Serena sobbed, her eyes leaking. No matter how hard she tried she couldn't stop it. "Sorry," the girl exclaimed, raising her hands to gesture to the room. "Whatever for?"

A sob bubbled up, choking her. Serena stumbled back to the door. What could she say to make things better? How could she change what she had done?

Nothing. Nothing she could do to change the hell she had brought upon her best friend's shoulders.

She shook her head, turned and fled from the room. When she shut the door, she managed to rein in her tears, but the pressure in her chest only tightened. Clenching her teeth, she reached up to grip her shoulders with her fingers. Stupid, stupid, she cursed herself. Her arms tightened around herself in a hug.

What could she have hoped for, by coming here? Forgiveness? Forget it, she couldn't even forgive herself.

"Serena?"

Serena was so startled to hear her name that when she looked up, she wasn't sure whom it was who had called it. It took her a moment, for her eyes to clear up, to bring the young man into view. It was then she saw Neville Longbottom. He stood in the doorway of the room not directly across from her, but close to it. He hadn't even shut the door yet, so she could see several beds in the room, along with four or five people inside. That included Remus Lupin who wasn't even aware that she had come out already.

As if noticing that she was looking in the room and not at him, he quickly shut the door. He wasn't the same nervous, shy, and clumsy boy from school. No, he was still all that, but today he kept his chin tucked close to his chest and he shifted constantly from one foot to the other.

"I was, um- I was just visiting my parents," he murmured. But he didn't have to explain himself. And anyway, Serena already knew, through Luna her other guardian, about the Longbottoms. How Death Eaters had tortured them till they went insane.

Serena nodded and turned her head slightly to look at the door behind her. Right on the window a sign read, Raye Pye, Lycrolancy.

How wonderful was that? Might as well shout it to the world!

"I'm just visiting a friend," she said, not sure why she felt she had to explain herself. "It was my fault she was bitten. I couldn't control it-" she cut herself off, hoping she hadn't said too much.

After a moment of silence Remus entered the hallway. "Done already?" he asked, his brows knitting together. Serena nodded and before either one could stop her, she left the Janus Thickey ward.

And planned to never return to it.

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Just to clear things up. This is a Harry/Serena. Sorry you Draco/Serena fans. If it makes you happy, I'll tell you that I have two stories with Draco/Serena couple coming very soon.

I want to just say THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE REVIEWS! THANK YOU! I loved reading them. All of your guys and girls questions and speculations were great. I will admit, all will be explained in the NEXT TWO CHAPTERS. BE PREPAPRED!

Well enjoy the rest of your day.

Night Games: They are two different people, from two different worlds. When their paths collide, will they find the chance at life within each other? Or will the people who are after them, stop them first? D/S

The Sunday Morning After: At a party thrown by a mutual friend, Draco and Serena meet for the very first time. Drunk and aroused, the two slip off to his place, only to wake with no recollection of the night before. D/S

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