Chapter 8

Remus stood alone in the room where he and Farrah had shared eachother only the night before. He knew now in the bottom of his heart that she would never accept him for what he was.

He sighed heavily and gazed out of the window, standing in front of it. He heard the door shut behind him and closed his eyes. She had come back. But for how long?

He felt arms wrap around his waist and felt another tear fall from his eye.

"Hold me," he heard a soft voice say. He turned to face her and saw the hurt in her eyes. He felt his heart melt and pour out to her. The poor woman, he thought. How would it feel to live a life of lies? He, of course, knew.

Remus wrapped his arms around her and held her closer, laying his head on hers and closing his eyes.

"You don't want to leave?"

"I don't know what I'm going to do...I just want to wake up and be normal again...I'm not ready for this life." Farrah felt tears welling in her eyes and sobs building in her throat.

How could this be true? All these new things that she has found out about herself. Were they really who she was? Or who she was becoming?

Holding on tight to Remus, she finally felt the huge weight of losing her nanny wash through her through tears. No, she wasn't her nanny. She was her only and last living relative and she had never known.

If only she were still alive...Farrah thought, crying uncontrollably into Remus' tear stained chest. If she was alive, she'd make it all better...or would she kill Remus for being different?

Anger started to build in her. This woman, her...her grandmother...she had killed her parents. She was the reason why Farrah had grown up without a true family. She was the reason why Farrah was to be faced with this huge burden.

But she had done the best she could have. She had made sure Farrah at least had foster parents. And that she didn't learn about magic...but why? The question loomed in her mind till she found the answer and fell motionless.

Lonna Lindall thought that Farrah would turn to the darkside had she known of magic.

She couldn't cry anymore. She felt waves of neusea hit her as she crumbled in Remus' arms. He held onto her and lifted her onto the armchair by the window.

"Farrah, Farrah whats wrong?" he said, fear arising in his heart.

"She...she thought I'd turn bad...she thought I'd be an evil witch...oh god..." Farrah sat there, motionless and stunned at the revelations that had overwelmed her mind in just the past 30 minutes.

"Lonna Lindall killed innocent people, yes, but she did the best she could to assure that you had a normal life away from all of that. She never wanted you to find out about your parents or the wizarding world or any of it. Listen to me, Farrah!" Remus said, almost yelling, shaking her out of her trance.

"I...I...I can't believe this is happening..." Farrah suddenly stood up and pushed Remus aside, and ran out of the room.

Without stopping, Farrah ran straight out of the castle, heading towards the forest. She had no idea where she was going, only that she had to get away. She thought that maybe if she got away from it all, it would disapeer and she would never hear of it again. Maybe if she got away, she'd be able to go home, and dance, and live her life the way she had for so many years.

But running from your fears only leads to new and greater problems.

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"Lucius, what news have you of the heir of Lonna Lindall?"

"We have seen her little, my lord, but we are tracking her. We believe she is at Hogwarts with a Remus Lupin."

Voldemort smiled maliciously. "Perfect."

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Why me? Why did this have to happen to me? My parents...dead...my grandmother, dead...my life, a lie...how? why?

Farrah didn't understand why she couldn't explain it. It was like trying to fit 20 pieces of puzzle into one slot. How?

She had fallen beside a large tree, deep into the darkforest. She had no idea how long she had been running, but when she had tripped she hadn't gotten up again.

Her ankle hurt and her head kept spinning. There was no use in trying to run.

A cold breeze blew on her tear stained face and caused her to look up. Farrah gasped at the large figures standing next to her.

Tall men in large black cloaks with hoods stood over her, watching her. One of them reached out his hand and openly suggested that she take it.

When she refused, he grabbed her arm and painfully yanked her off the ground.

"Come girl." the figure said, dragging her along with the rest of the men in cloaks. She felt too confused and too weary to understand were she was going. Perhaps its for the best. Maybe they are taking me away and back out of this dream world. Away from all this chaos...

A loud cackling sound made Farrah jerk up and look above her. What she saw would haunt her memories forever.

A shriveled up looking man stood in front of her, giant red eyes glaring and forming an expression of hatred and greed. His flat nose posed as two slits and his mouth curved in beneath his visible skull.

"Miss Devlin...how wonderful to meet you at last..." the man said, his voice a hoarse hiss, as he grabbed her hand in his and kissing it almost politely.

Coldness ran through her at the touch of his mouth, and happiness seemed to fade away and terror replaced it greedily.

"Who...who are you?" Farrah said, mustering up the courage to face him.

"I? I am Lord Voldemort...your grandmother trained me...and yes...you are the sole heir and my new deatheater, that is unless you choose death." he said, his mouth curving in a malicious smile.

"I do not know of you...and I refuse to take your side. I refuse to take anyones side. None of this is real!" Farrah screamed, breaking away from the grasp of the hooded man who still held her.

She tried to walk off but the deatheaters jumped on her and tackled her to the ground. Frantically she picked up a rock and rammed it onto someones head. She heard a loud yelp of pain and broke free again.

Her legs felt like jello as she tried to run. Her feet seemed to have taken a turn inward and she found that she could do nothing but fall. And fall she did. So this is the end, she thought. I'm going to be squashed by these horrible creatures if I'm lucky, and if I'm not so fortunate I will be killed by them in god knows what way.

She felt feet marching all around her. She closed her eyes and waited for them to grab hold of her. But nothing happened. Farrah opened her eyes and saw that no one was near her. Instead, they were all standing in one spot, facing the opposite direction.

Sitting up, Farrah saw a group of about 20 men and women standing across from the deatheaters. The people seemed to glow. These must be...Aurors...Farrah thought. The good of the wizarding world.

"Give up, Voldemort! We've caught you this time and you will NOT have Farrah!" she heard a loud voice say.

"You do not know what you are messing with, Fudge." It was the hissing sound of the horrible creature who called himself a leader.

Suddenly, the one known as Fudge held out a black stick, or was it a...wand? and pointed it at the crowd of Deatheaters. He yelled some words and beams of yellow light exploded from the wand, sending the deatheaters scrambling behind trees. The ones who had been hit were rolling on the floor, screaming in agony.

Farrah didn't understand. She somehow knew that it was a wand that the man had. She even knew the curse which had been cast. Crucio. But how?

Farrah felt fear hit her heart. Did these Aurors want her too? How was she so famous in this world she'd never encountered before? How did these people know her name?

A war seemed to have broken out. Deatheaters began shooting weird colored lights out of their wands and the Aurors seemed to be fighting them off using the same magic.

What was this world? Where people fought with weird colored lights and wands, instead of guns and knives? She knew that it had to of been less dangerous, had she not just seen a man crawl up to her and burst into dust.

What kind of a place was this? It was all too surreal, and Farrah felt herself inching back against a tree, almost frozen in horror of what she was seeing. People were disapeering and twisting in agony around her, and everyone seemed to think it was...normal.

Suddenly she felt someone grab her arm and yank her behind the tree.

"Come on, Farrah, we've got to get out of here." It was Remus.

Farrah moved her mouth up and down but words had failed her. Horror written in her eyes, she just nodded her head and allowed Remus to pick her up and run.

She heard screams behind her and looked back. A dozen people, both deatheaters and aurors alike, were following her now. What did they want with her? Why did they want to use her?

All Farrah could do was close her eyes and wish them away.

She felt Remus turn around sharply and raise his wand and yell something at a deatheater that was gaining on them.

It happened so fast. A cloud shifted over the moon and light cascaded down upon the forest. Farrah fell to the floor and saw Remus clutching his hair, his face twisted in pain.

Hair began to grow on his back, and claws began to sprout were fingernails had rested before. He was turning. His wand dropped to the ground and rolled behind a tree.

The men who had been following them stood frozen in horror. Some of them turned back, while others were glued to the spot.

A loud howl sounded through the air. Farrah felt the ground tremble beneath her as a giant wolf leapt onto a man standing behind it. She watched as this wolf clawed the man to shreds, then bounded off heartlessly towards the crowd.

Farrah saw dozens of people running from the wolf suddenly disapeer. But...how? Farrah thought.

She saw a familiar face coming towards her. It was Voldemort. What was she going to do? She felt suddenly lightheaded and felt her arm move towards Remus' wand on the ground and lift it up, pointing it at Voldemort.

The world was spinning. Her eyes rolled back and she was suddenly blind. He was about to grab her when she felt darkness shroud over her and felt her body fade away into deep black.

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