Remus looked down at the sleeping girl in the infirmary. They had managed to carry her to Madam Pomfrey. Who was so astounded from the amount of injuries that this girl had. That she didn't even wait to listen to how the boys even found her.
The amount of injuries didn't stop her from doing everything she could to clean and sterilize very wound she could see. Also running magical diagnostics as she went. She let out some gasp as she look at this mysterious girls arm. At the vile words carved into her pale freckles forearm.
Remus had been so focused on rushing her to Madam Pomfrey he honestly hadn't paid much attention to where any of the blood was coming from. His eyes flew down to her arm just as he heard Sirius speak
"What type of monster actually carved that word into someone flesh" the words feel out of Sirius mouth as disgust dripped from very word. The disgust clear on his face because he knew exactly who would do it.
Alarm became clean on Madam Promfreys face as she also toke notice to how her body flinched away from all physical touch. Madam Pomfrey knew immediately these were signs of the after effects of the cruicotus curse. She waved her wand as potions appeared at her side as start to make the girl drink them one after the other in till she felt like some color had come back to the girls cheeks.
Remus watched, James and Sirius tried to get him to leave the girl.
James looked at his holding his arm "come on Mooney, she's in good hands, there is nothing we can do. Were just in the way mate."
But he couldn't, his instincts were screaming at him to protect that girl. It made the wolf stir crazy. He knew it was most likely because the full moon was so close. But seeing the slur engraved in this girl arm practically made him vibrate in rage. He had to agree with what Sirius has said earlier, what type of monster engraved that filthy word into someone's skin.
From the way black bleed around the wound he could tell a cursed blade was used. They had just started to really get into cursed objects and darker magic in Defense against the dark arts. He knew that with the use of the cursed object would mean those words would forever mar her beautiful white, freckled skin.
Beautiful? Remus shaking his head he couldn't be thinking things like that when he didn't even know the girls name. He looked back down at her pale face, sweat covered her brow. He could tell she was in a lot of pain still. Her body violently jerking every so often. What the hell had this girl been through, who was she? How did she end up on the grounds? He had so many questions for the girl.
But the way Madam Pomfy hovered over her, he got the feeling she was in for a long painful recovery. One he could hopefully help with. He thought as he turned and left the medical wing with James and Sirius. Not wanting to be late for one of his classes.
Madison felt a cool liquid slide down her throat, her whole body felt like it was on fire so the small bit of relief was heaven sent. As the potion began to take effect, easing the burning of her nerves. She began to regain consciousness.
She slowly opened her eyes, her eyes meet very familiar grey eyes of a man who she knew to be dead. She slowly opened her mouth "Dumbledore?" her voice cracked, her eyes began to subconsciously tear up. One tear escaping and running down her cheeks.
This was the man she thought to be dead. The one who helped her muggle parents find Diagon Ally so that they could buy their school supplies first year. This man was like a grandfather to almost every student.
The grey eyes that never ceased to stop sparkling softened "My dear girl, you have been quite the ordeal. Madam Pomfrey has healed most of your wounds as much as she could. But it would seem...whoever did this heinous act left one we can not heal they...used a cursed blade I'm afraid your wounds will never truly heal." He motioned to her arm.
She frowned looking down at her arm, it still hurt, almost unbearably. As if Bellatrix was still carving the dreadful words into her arm. She knew the bleeding and constant aching feeling wouldn't fade for a while. "I know, I mean I know it won't heal...Bel...I mean the person who did this to me...made sure that what she did to me had a lasting effect, it was her goal."
Dumbledore's eyes lost their sparkle for just a moment but they held a look of pity. "You my poor child have been through quite a lot, but I must ask you a few questions. How did you get into the castle, it's impossible to apparate in the castle or even on school grounds." She frowned at his words.
She honestly didn't know how she ended up here. All she remembered was, Dobby saving them, the only thought running through her head was how much she just wanted to be at home. To be back in her bedroom at Hermione and her house. Tears tricking down her dirty cheek as the blade slammed into her chest. Breaking the time turner that laid hidden under her clothes.
Her eyes widened at the dangerous realization of how she had happened upon this time. She looked at Dumbledore to see if he possibly knew how she got there . But was waiting for her to open up to him about it.
"I had a time turner on, it must have been broken during...the fight it cracked and...the sand. I just...I remember being tortured...but I don't remember much else I'm sorry" she said simply she looked at him carefully. She didn't want to give him to much. Because the twinkle in his eyes had always been a dangerous thing. She didn't want to tell him how far ahead her time line was from his current one. Or that she remember her timeline. Because if he doesn't know that she knows what going to happen for the next almost twenty years maybe she could change things. Make sure Harry can grow up with parents. Save Sirius from his horrible death. There was so much she could fix.
Dumbledore smiled sadly "that's alright my dear girl. Well you will be recovering from the after effects of the cruicotus curse and you will have to come and get Madam Pomfry to look at your wounds. But I see that you are at school age. Most likely your sixth year am I correct? Did you to Hogwarts before? Or do you not remember how about we sort you? I'm sure you would much prefer one of the bed in the houses the in the medical wing" She smiled and nodded, she was already thinking about the resorting. The marauders were in this time period, when she had first arrived in this time she remember hearing Sirius voice. Sirius was dead in her time.
She had made her mind up, she was going to leave her house and become a Gryffindor. She would be a snake in lions clothing. When Dumbledore left and came back with some lose clothes for her to wear that were baggy enough to not touch any of her wounds. As much as Madison dreaded it, she had to ask for Madam Pomfry's helping getting dressed and standing. Her body was stiff, her muscles screamed at her. With some help she was now in an oversized sweatshirt and some oversized sweat pants that Madison had to roll up, just so she didn't walk on them.
Finally sitting in Dumbledore's office she watched as he flicked his wand and the hat floated it was down to sit happily on Madison's head.
Immediately after she heard the familiar voice of the old hat enter her head 'Intresting...very very interesting, indeed. I sense that you've already been sorted. But not in this time. In the future...what a very morbid future it is. But I see you are a Slytherien through and through. But that's not what you want this time around is it? You want to change the future.' Her eyes widen at what the hat was saying. Though she kept chanting in her head.
'Gryfinndor...Gryfinndor...Gryfinndor' the hat simply laughed at her 'I see, I can't sway you. Just know...if you truly plan to do what you plan...you will experience more pain and lose than anyone, for you are the only one who knows what is truly at stakes here. But you will not experience it in ways you might not be expecting...just know that.' The hat out one final laugh 'A snake in lion's clothing. I can't wait to see how this plays out'
The hat let out one final yell "Gryffindor!!!!" She let out a small sight of relief and a small smile. Knowing this was one small step in the right direction.
Dumbledore handed her some extra clothes he had with her new house colors. It was so strange seeing Yellow and red and not green and silver. Madison wasn't used to it at all. Dumbledore then spoke up clearing his throat not wanting to scare her away from her train of thought. "I'm giving you special permission not to wear proper school robes to class. Just in till you're wounds have had some more time to heal. Hopefully the baggier clothes will help with the healing." She nodded her head.
Dumbledore then proceeded to lead her to The Gryffindor portrait hole telling her the password. When she walked in she was overwhelmed by all the warm colors. The Gryffindor common room was nothing like the Slytherin common room. She now understood why Hermione never got home sick. It reminded her a lot of their living room back at home. While she was looking around distracted she had failed to notice Dumbledore saying his good byes, leaving her in the hands of one of the Gryfinndor Prefects. She looked up and meet the brown eyes of Remus Lupin. Her hazel eyes slightly widened when she swore they flashed gold at her. She smiled slightly at him. Preparing herself to meet one of her favorite marauders.