Yeah I ended up in the hospital wing and father got rather pissed off. Not just at me but at that fucking asshole Draco for punching me in the first place.

Anyway back to now. Its been two weeks and I've had my transformation this month. Thank God for that! It was the Hogsmeade trip today and Harry tried and tried to get McGonagall to sign his form but she simply refused... Thought she was nice...

Me and Harry stayed inside all day just wondering around the halls when we bumped into father. He smiled warmly at the two of us. He nodded towards the door that led outside. Wonder why he wants to go outside?

Anyway we all walked in silence along the wooden bridge. It was cold as winter was approaching. I was wrapped in my heavy hoody and fingerless gloves. We stopped half way and finally I was allowed to give me father a hug. I missed his hugs but ever since he became a Professor I'm not really allowed to anymore. He hugged me back.

When we pulled away I walked to Harry and pulled him into a tight hug hoping he was alright. He better be fucking alright...

When we ended the hug he looked to my father, his eyes sad yet questioning.

"Professor, can I ask you something?"

I knew father knew what he was going to ask. You could see it in his eyes that now grew sad as well. Just to fit in I started to feel pretty sad as well. I leaned next to Harry and we both looked down below the bridge.

"You'd like to know why I stopped
you from facing the Boggart. I should think it'd be obvious. I assumed the Boggart would take the shape of Lord Voldemort."

Just at the sound of his name I shuddered. I watched Harry's face turn from a half smile to a frown and a very obvious one at that. My eye started stinging. I hissed slightly and father laughed.

"Shouldn't have got in a fight then should you?"

"Shut up dad..." I replied and a smile started tugging at Harry's lips. I nudged him and he chuckled yet soon becoming serious.

"But clearly... I was wrong about it turning into Voldemort."

I laughed softly and they both looked at me. I could help myself... It didn't take a fucking genius... We all saw it turn into a Dementor.

"Be quiet..."

I stuck my tongue out. Father shook his head and focused on Harry. I couldn't help myself... I couldn't wipe the smile off my face. Father gave me a look that said,

This is a serious matter...

I sighed and looked at Harry sadly, waiting for his reply.

"I I did think of Voldemort first. But then, I remembered that night on the train... and the Dementors..."

Father moved to the other side of the bridge obviously feeling slightly emotional about what he was about to say. If it was about Harry's parents he always go emotional. It's understandable, James and Lily sounded wicked. He did sound impressed though that Harry was afraid of Dementors though as he said,

"Well, well. I'm impressed. That suggests that what you fear most of all is... fear. Very wise."

I put my hand over Harry's and gave it a friendly squeeze. He smiled and looked behind at my father as did I. My heart reached out to him. He'd lost all of his school friends... To terrible things. He was on his own... Well bar me and mother. Other than that he's alone in the world.

"Before I fainted... I heard something. A woman. Screaming."

He thinks it's his mother... I can read his eyes. Just the thought of what father had told me... About what he'd heard about his parents deaths hurts me inside. I gave his hand another squeeze and leaned my head on his shoulder.

"It's alright Harry..." I said sadly and I felt him nod. Father sighed as Harry continued.

"I think it was my mother... The night she was murdered."

Father leaned on the bridge heavily and looked at the broken wood. I felt sad... Really, VERY sad.

"Harry our pain becomes their power. They force us to relive our worst memories..." he stopped for a breath and I knew what was coming next and the grip I had on Harry's hand tightened.

"The first time I saw you, Harry, I recognized you immediately. Not by your scar. By your eyes. They're your mother Lily's."

A tear slipped from my eye and Harry removed his hand from mine and wrapped and arm round my shoulder. He nodded to my father. He sighed heavily and I brushed the tears away as father continued. God I'm so emotional.

"Yes. I knew her. She was there for me at a time when no one else was. We used to talk for hours. She was not only a singularly gifted witch but an uncommonly kind woman. She had a way of seeing the beauty in whoever she met, even - and perhaps most especially - when that person couldn't see it in themselves..."

He means himself. He always tells me he was like me at school... Afraid, unconfident... And he used to starve himself every week before the Full Moon. He thought himself hideous... But if he was mother would never have fallen for him. She saw the person that was inside and saw passed the Werewolf inside him. I buried my head into Harry's shoulder but he still fucking continuing...

"Which perhaps explains her affection for your father. James had, shall we say, a certain talent for trouble. A gift, rumor has it, he passed on to you..."

I laughed and Harry grinned. He couldn't help himself. Father wore a sad smile. He brushed one of my tears away.

"Harry I must say that I am so sorry I got to know them more than you did..." he mentioned and gave us a friendly smile as he walked down the track towards Hagrid's hut.

"Harry are you alright?" I asked as I winced when blinking my eye. He sighed, yet smiled.

"You seemed worse off than I did... But yeah I'm just upset I guess." he said sadly and I looked over the scenery from the bridge we were still standing on.

"Harry... My dad lost his closest friends. He lost your parents... He lost his others as well. He's alone apart from me and mum. Besides we both know what it's like to feel alone Harry. I guess you could say my dads here for you as well as I am." I said happily and we shared a hug and headed inside.

A month had passed and I was in the hospital wing... Seeing as it was the Full Moon two nights ago. No doubt father was away from classes again. I hope Harry, Ron and Hermione are alright?

Anyway Fred appeared in the hospital wing. He came to keep me company. He even brought me something. Yay chocolate. I grinned and he chuckled warmly. He placed a soft kiss on my lips but when he pulled away he saw my black eye.

His eyes widened and I could see a somewhat huge fire burning behind them. I sighed heavily snapping the chocolate and passing him some. He took it yet his eyes never left me. Guess I have to fucking explain now...

Well here goes!

"Um Draco was just getting me back for breaking his nose I guess... I'll send him back here if I ever get to play Quidditch... I don't care if I get banned for the rest of my time here..." I said angrily. He started full on laughing now and I joined in.

God I love him so much.

I managed to get out of the wing and saw Harry, Ron and Hermione. I waved and they sighed heavily. I frowned.

"Snape's making us do an essay on Werewolves and Animagus forms... That's like ages away-"

"Yeah we aren't supposed to learn about that for months yet..."

I must have paled because they all looked certainly concerned. What the bloody fuck is that man doing to me and my father? I shook my head slightly.

"Um really? Did he say why?"

They all shook their heads and I sighed heavily. They'll all figure it out and I don't just mean about me... I mean about my father as well...

Well that should be a fun time...

A/N: Sorry this was short :( lol ill update again tomorrow sometime :P haha! I listened to "Dreams Don't Turn To Dust" by Owl City! Please review! Thanks :) All Welcome

~Destrier~ x