Chapter Fifty-Two – Cara
This Means War
I watched the others head back to the common room. Sirius had his arms around Rose and James was walking along beside them. I waited, not following them back. I needed to talk to Dumbledore. Once they were out of earshot, I turned to Dumbledore "Sir, we can't get rid of him."
"What makes you say that Miss White?"
"One will rise stronger than all,
The power to vanquish,
To love and conquer all,
From ashes and tears,
He will rise to suffer,
A saviour for all,
The Chosen One.
Dark will be vanquished,
Light will win,
Love conquering all.
The Stag and the Doe,
Will live in memory,
Their sacrifice more than love,
The Chosen One their son,
Saving humanity,
For humanity saves him.
"It's the first prophecy I ever made. It means that we won't kill Voldemort, the son of James and Lily will and that's not the only prophecy about it. The Chosen One shall be born to the Stag and the Doe. Twice now I have foretold their son being the one to kill him and others have foretold the same."
"I see. It seems everyone else has forgotten this. Very well, I suggest you go and join the others. We may not be able to kill him and he may yet create more horcruxes, but we can destroy as many as possible to help the child. Right, off you go now, Miss White." I started down the corridor after them and he called after me, "Oh, I think it would be wise not to inform the others for the time being."
I turned my head towards him. "Of course, Professor." With that, I skipped away. I reached the others, who had stopped to wait for me, and together we headed back to the tower. We spent the rest of the holiday relaxing and waiting for the others to come back. We had written to them to explain what had happened and in return we had got some interesting replies. Lily scolded us for not being careful, Mary Jane congratulated us, Peter had been happy about the news and Remus was annoyed we had gone without him. We had sent them all appropriate replies and waited for them to return.
Everyone came back a few days after New Year. Mary Jane and Peter were the first back, arriving early in the morning. Lily arrived a few hours later, but Remus still hadn't appeared by lunch time. The common room slowly filled throughout the day, but by the end Remus still hadn't appeared. I sat up late, waiting for him and ended up falling asleep in the common room.
I woke up in the early hours of the morning, tangled in a blanket someone had put over me. I sat up, looking around and almost instantly my eyes found Remus curled up in the chair next to me, a book in his hands. I jumped up, wrapping him in hug and covering his face in kisses. "Why are you so late back?" I asked, between kisses.
"I was with my family. My aunt was killed yesterday and we found her body this morning." I looked at Remus properly and saw tears filling his red-rimmed eyes. I kissed him again and wrapped my arms around him.
"I'm so sorry, Remus. Do you know what happened to her?"
It took him a moment to answer, but he did in a sad heartbroken voice "Death Eaters; they left a note." He moved slightly to pull something from his pocket, and then he handed it to me. There were eight words written on it in what appeared to be blood. 'Tell them he wants it back or else.' It was clear what it meant; we had caused this. He was killing the family of our friends now that we had no more family to kill. We cried in each other's arms, finding comfort in each other. We stayed like that until Rose came and woke us the next morning.
"Guys come on you need to get up," she called, shaking me gently before rushing off to be sick. She came back a few minutes later grinning. "I really hate morning sickness."
I grinned back before I remembered Remus' aunt. I quickly told Rose what had happened before Remus woke up. She looked horrified that we had caused this, but there was nothing we could do now. The others came down shortly after and Rose filled them in.
As the day wore on I saw how hard this was for Remus. He blamed himself and wasn't able to cope. We all tried to help him, but he just sat there, silently staring out of the window. It was early when he left for bed; no-one else had gone up yet so I slipped up after him. He was sat with his back to me, staring at something in his hands. I moved closer; it was a picture of him and I presumed his aunt.
"Is that your aunt?" I asked, sitting next to him.
"Yeah, that's her. She meant so much to me; when I was turned she looked after me while my parents tried to accept it. They didn't know what to do with me, but she was like you. To her it didn't matter what I was, she still loved me. She was always the one I turned to; even after my parents had accepted me she was the only person I trusted not to turn away from me."
We didn't speak again that evening; instead, we lay down on his bed and I held him as he cried.
