Remus Lupin awoke in a panicked state.

For a moment, and maybe a few more where he attempted to rationalize the lie, he thought everything had been a dream and that Morgana was fast asleep next to him, and if he could just simply roll over he'd get to watch her wake up with the wonderful smile she always had just for him.

Except he was in the hospital of the school, and in an immeasurable amount of pain. He could only recall parts of the night, the last of it the feeling of her holding tightly onto him and Sirius dragging her away as he changed.

"My dear, this is the best I can do."

He could hear voices on the other side of the curtains from him, their shadows danced along it as they moved about.

"Look at me, Poppy. I can't… he won't..."

"Morgana, you did what you had to do to," Dumbledore said quietly.

"Morgana," Remus managed to call out, even the movement of his lips made his face scream in agony. He could not take too much stock of his wounds, even the slightest twitch was pain after a transformation.

He could see her shadow coming closer to the curtain, standing just before the opening.

"Remus," she said quietly, pieces of her dancing between the curtains as they gently moved.

His stomach sank.

"What did I do to you?" he asked quietly.

"You weren't yourself," she answered back, still hesitating behind the curtains.

"Just show me," he said.

She took a deep breath and slowly appeared, ducking her head down. She pulled back her hair and lifted her chin, tears filling her eyes as she looked at him. She smiled as she looked up, four angry jagged lines began at her ear and cut across her chin and throat. He looked at them, both in horror and awestruck the wound he had inflicted on her hadn't killed her. It was vicious looking, though it looked like Madam Pomfrey had already begun to work on trying to heal it.

"I'm so glad you're okay," she said quietly. Her free arm reached up and adjusted the sling her other arm was housed in, limp and uselessly slung across her chest.

He didn't have words. What he had done to her… the amount of blood she must have lost. He surely had tried to end her. But she had fought, and even spared him in the fight.

"Did I hurt anyone else?" he asked, fearing the worst.

"No," she answered quickly, looking up again. It was hard to see her so hurt, worse that it was because of him. Now she knew, all this time he'd tried to keep her at arms length, keep everyone away so he didn't hurt anyone.

"Are you okay?" he asked. She nodded, still smiling. She reached up and touched her neck softly.

"Are you?"

He tried to account quickly for all his extremities.

"Everything seems attached," he answered back as reassuring as he could.

And much like the first time she'd done it, she ran to him and put her good arm around him, holding him close and crying into his shoulder, before he could even think to react. It was painful, but he didn't care. He wrapped his arms around her as tightly as his weak body could.

"I'm so sorry," she cried to him, over and over. He shook his head.

"You were protecting everyone, you did what you had to do to protect them."

"I didn't want to hurt you."

He pulled her up to face him, pushing her hair from her wounds.

"Look at what I did to you," he remarked. She pushed his hand away, kissed his lips gently.

"I've had worse."

"I never wanted to add to it," he lamented, racked with guilt just looking at her. She held tightly onto him, as tightly as she could with her one arm.

"Morgana," he pushed her back gently, though it took everything in him to let her go himself. He knew he had to. She stood up uncertainly, her eyes brimming with tears like she knew already what was coming.

"I'm sorry."

"Please, don't. It's nothing. It's nothing," she said, covering her neck.

"Morgana Fawley," before Dumbledore could stop him, the Minister made his way through the curtains with two reluctant looking Aurors behind him. Morgana turned her back to Remus protectively, her face changing instantly from sadness to determination.

"You'll be coming with us. We have some questions for you," he said, ushering the Aurors ahead of him. Both looked on at her, one an impish woman with bright pink hair and the other she recognized from her time in the Ministry, Kingsley Shacklebolt.

"I've told you everything. What more do you want from me?" she asked. The Minister looked at her visible scarring with a twitch of bother, eyeing Remus as well.

"It's a few more pressing matters, and we'd prefer your cooperation," he answered.

"Morgana, I promise you we will take care of Remus, and any other affairs you need tended to while you're away," Dumbledore said.

"We really don't want a fight," Kingsley added. The impish woman beside him nodded, though she was shaking slightly.

Morgana took a deep breath, and nodded.

"Goodbye," she said, not looking back as the Aurors took her away by wand-point.

Remus felt his heart breaking once again, for the final time.

Harry found Remus packing his office alone.

"Professor," he said from the doorway. Remus looked up with a small smile.

"I'm not your professor anymore, Harry. I've resigned. Surely you heard that, and that's surely why you're here now," Remus replied, sending a stack of books from the shelf to a box with a flick of his wand.

"Why are you leaving? So what, you're a werewolf, you're the best Defense teacher we've ever had."

He smiled a little more, but continued to pack.

"I appreciate that, I really do. But there are more children and parents who share great concerns over that fact and I'd rather save Dumbledore the trouble."

"Where's Morgana?"

His smile fell now. His chest ached for a moment hearing her name. He missed that woman. Her ring had been sitting on his desk this morning, her things already gone from her room and their office.

"Home, I'd expect," he answered after a while.

"She marched into Snape's office and hexed him for telling everyone"

"Did she?" he answered, trying not to think about her. Of course she would do exactly that.

"She swept out pretty quickly after, gave me a hug and told me to give you this. For whenever you decide to come to your senses," he held out a coin, the same one she'd given Harry and promised him to keep with him always. He took it from Harry, flipped it over a few times before putting it down on his desk beside her unmoved wedding ring.

"Thank you, for everything," he added. Remus smiled, putting a hand on Harry's shoulder.

"Anything you need, don't hesitate," Remus answered.

"Morgana said the same. I appreciate it."

Harry left Remus with his thoughts. And those were damaging.

He tossed the coin around for a bit, then reached out to touch her ring. He hadn't taken off his, but now as he held hers, he finally felt the need to. He set them both down together, hers atop his, on his desk. He hoped that she was okay, safe, happy; he hoped that she wasn't thinking of him. The beautiful time they shared together was one he would never forget, but one he prayed she would. In the coming years, he felt that he would be seeing her again. And hopefully, they'd both be over this heartbreaking love by then.