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Oh, and check out my newest story. It's called, "The Beautiful Ones," and
it features on Petunia's childhood. It's really sad, actually, but it'll
get better as the story progresses. This chapter is kinda based loosely on
the idea of Linkin Park's song, "Numb." I don't own that either, by the
way, in case anyone was wondering. (
Chapter Sixteen – Numb
-Rozlyn P.O.V.-
She was crushed against his body. He was squeezing her so tight up against him. Indeed, the force he was using might well have broken an ordinary person's back, but Rozlyn was no longer an ordinary person. She was just like him.
His lips captured hers in a rapturous kiss, full of heart-throbbing passion. She could hear his accelerating heartbeat, along with hers. They were beating together . . . they're heartbeats were intertwining, becoming one . . . Rozlyn had never felt this good.
A warm flood of happiness washed over her. She never wanted it to end. Never. This was where she belonged. Right here . . . in her werewolf's arms. Right here. Forever.
As it was, neither of them noticed Madam Pomphrey standing in the doorway, watching them. And crying.
-Remus P.O.V.-
They were headed up to Professor Dumbledore's office. Remus was first, then Madam Pomphrey, and then Rozlyn. Remus wasn't stupid. She was "separating" them. He sighed, leading the way.
He wondered what would happen. More than that, he wondered how Rozlyn was feeling right now. Embarrassed? He bet. Regretful? He hoped not. He wished he could comfort her.
More than ever, right now, he wished he could just hold her in his arms.
-Rozlyn P.O.V.-
Unknown to Remus, Rozlyn was feeling anything, but regret. She was scared more than anything else. She had a bad feeling about Dumbledore's office. What would he say to them? Would he separate them for good this time?
What scared her the most was the expression on Madam Pomphrey's face. She had never seen the nurse cry during her entire time at Hogwarts. She had never heard tell of the nurse crying, either. Yet, here she was trying to stop the tears from flowing.
The nurse walked in front of them and quietly mumbled the password to the gargoyle poised at the entrance of the Headmaster's office. The gargoyle leapt aside, and Madam Pomphrey stood back, waiting for Remus and Rozlyn to go up first. Remus stood back as well, staring at the ground. Rozlyn would have smiled, had the situation been less serious. Even now, Remus was the perfect gentleman.
She led the way up the stairs, painfully aware of the way Remus's eyes were boring into her back. She was concentrating so hard on not paying attention to Remus, less she be distracted, that when the first waft of scent coming from Dumbledore's office hit her nose, she stopped in shock, causing Remus to run into her, and causing Madam Pomphrey to run into him.
Rozlyn's eyes opened wide in fear. "No!" she whispered. "NO! It can't be! It's not true! I won't allow this to be true!"
"Rozlyn?" Remus's usually comforting voice was full of fear. He was afraid for her. "What's the matter?"
"You didn't tell me," she said, softly, turning to face Madam Pomphrey, who was now openly weeping. "You didn't say a word! You knew! You knew and you didn't say anything!"
"Ch-Child, it's for y-your own g-good!" the nurse sobbed.
"What is it!? What's going on!?" Remus exclaimed. Rozlyn's face was tear- streaked as she turned to look at him.
"M-My parents," she whispered. "They're here."
-Remus P.O.V.-
Her eyes were dead, hollow, as she stared at him from the tangle of her mother and father's arms. Because she knew. They both knew. There was no way they could continue their relationship now. It was over. It had been over from the moment Madam Pomphrey had burst into the hospital wing and caught them kissing on Remus's bed.
"Tell me. What exactly has been happening these past few weeks, Rozlyn? Why haven't you been answering our letters? Do you have any idea how worried we've been?" Mrs. Jenkins cried.
"What's been going on, Rozlyn? We send you away to school and you practically disappear. What is going on?" Mr. Jenkins said, anger and concern apparent in his voice.
Rozlyn didn't answer. She just continued to stare at Remus, who, for the life of him, couldn't look away. It was like she had put a spell on him.
"Rozlyn!" Mrs. Jenkins said. She grabbed her daughter's face and stared into her eyes. "What's wrong with you!? ROZLYN!"
Rozlyn continued to stare at her with that blank stare.
"Don't you hear your mother talking to you!? Answer her! Answer your mother!" her father yelled.
And still, Rozlyn stared. She was so . . . so lifeless inside. So numb. Remus shivered. Why wasn't she saying anything? She was just staring.
Mrs. Jenkins had given up and was just crying now. Mr. Jenkins was rubbing her back. They had both released Rozlyn, and she was just sitting on the floor in front of them, having slid out of the chair.
Remus immediately went to her and gently pulled her up, putting all the spotlight on him. But at least she reacted to him. She wrapped her arms around him, too, and they both sat down like that, up against a wall in Dumbledore's circular office, her head resting against his chest.
"If I may speak . . ." a soft voice said from the doorway. Everyone except Rozlyn turned toward the doorway to see Dumbledore standing there, the merry twinkle long gone from his eyes.
"Professor! My baby! What happened to her!? What's wrong with her, Professor!?" Mrs. Jenkins wailed.
Dumbledore's eyes slid along the wall until they met Remus's. Then, he sighed. "Ah, yes - an interesting and sad, sad tale that must be told quickly. If you'll excuse us, Madam Pomphrey."
-Rozlyn P.O.V.-
She couldn't feel anything, but Remus's arms around her. She couldn't see anything, but the darkness around her eyes, since she had them closed. She couldn't hear anything, but Remus's heartbeat next to her ear. For the moment, she felt completely safe.
Then, in the very next instant, she was roughly torn away from him. She gasped as she felt someone lifting her up and away from him.
"Never again!" she heard her mother's voice cry. "Never come near my daughter again!"
That's when her world shattered into a million pieces. She heard screaming, vaguely aware that it was her own. She heard a huge crashing noise behind her. And then, someone screaming. "No! Give her back to me!" over and over again.
Her blissful warmth was now bitter coldness. Nothing mattered anymore.
^_~
To be torn away from the one you love is a terrible, terrible thing. So now, my kiddies, tell me . . . Is it better to have loved and lost, than to have never loved at all? Review please and tell me what you think.
Ariana S.
Chapter Sixteen – Numb
-Rozlyn P.O.V.-
She was crushed against his body. He was squeezing her so tight up against him. Indeed, the force he was using might well have broken an ordinary person's back, but Rozlyn was no longer an ordinary person. She was just like him.
His lips captured hers in a rapturous kiss, full of heart-throbbing passion. She could hear his accelerating heartbeat, along with hers. They were beating together . . . they're heartbeats were intertwining, becoming one . . . Rozlyn had never felt this good.
A warm flood of happiness washed over her. She never wanted it to end. Never. This was where she belonged. Right here . . . in her werewolf's arms. Right here. Forever.
As it was, neither of them noticed Madam Pomphrey standing in the doorway, watching them. And crying.
-Remus P.O.V.-
They were headed up to Professor Dumbledore's office. Remus was first, then Madam Pomphrey, and then Rozlyn. Remus wasn't stupid. She was "separating" them. He sighed, leading the way.
He wondered what would happen. More than that, he wondered how Rozlyn was feeling right now. Embarrassed? He bet. Regretful? He hoped not. He wished he could comfort her.
More than ever, right now, he wished he could just hold her in his arms.
-Rozlyn P.O.V.-
Unknown to Remus, Rozlyn was feeling anything, but regret. She was scared more than anything else. She had a bad feeling about Dumbledore's office. What would he say to them? Would he separate them for good this time?
What scared her the most was the expression on Madam Pomphrey's face. She had never seen the nurse cry during her entire time at Hogwarts. She had never heard tell of the nurse crying, either. Yet, here she was trying to stop the tears from flowing.
The nurse walked in front of them and quietly mumbled the password to the gargoyle poised at the entrance of the Headmaster's office. The gargoyle leapt aside, and Madam Pomphrey stood back, waiting for Remus and Rozlyn to go up first. Remus stood back as well, staring at the ground. Rozlyn would have smiled, had the situation been less serious. Even now, Remus was the perfect gentleman.
She led the way up the stairs, painfully aware of the way Remus's eyes were boring into her back. She was concentrating so hard on not paying attention to Remus, less she be distracted, that when the first waft of scent coming from Dumbledore's office hit her nose, she stopped in shock, causing Remus to run into her, and causing Madam Pomphrey to run into him.
Rozlyn's eyes opened wide in fear. "No!" she whispered. "NO! It can't be! It's not true! I won't allow this to be true!"
"Rozlyn?" Remus's usually comforting voice was full of fear. He was afraid for her. "What's the matter?"
"You didn't tell me," she said, softly, turning to face Madam Pomphrey, who was now openly weeping. "You didn't say a word! You knew! You knew and you didn't say anything!"
"Ch-Child, it's for y-your own g-good!" the nurse sobbed.
"What is it!? What's going on!?" Remus exclaimed. Rozlyn's face was tear- streaked as she turned to look at him.
"M-My parents," she whispered. "They're here."
-Remus P.O.V.-
Her eyes were dead, hollow, as she stared at him from the tangle of her mother and father's arms. Because she knew. They both knew. There was no way they could continue their relationship now. It was over. It had been over from the moment Madam Pomphrey had burst into the hospital wing and caught them kissing on Remus's bed.
"Tell me. What exactly has been happening these past few weeks, Rozlyn? Why haven't you been answering our letters? Do you have any idea how worried we've been?" Mrs. Jenkins cried.
"What's been going on, Rozlyn? We send you away to school and you practically disappear. What is going on?" Mr. Jenkins said, anger and concern apparent in his voice.
Rozlyn didn't answer. She just continued to stare at Remus, who, for the life of him, couldn't look away. It was like she had put a spell on him.
"Rozlyn!" Mrs. Jenkins said. She grabbed her daughter's face and stared into her eyes. "What's wrong with you!? ROZLYN!"
Rozlyn continued to stare at her with that blank stare.
"Don't you hear your mother talking to you!? Answer her! Answer your mother!" her father yelled.
And still, Rozlyn stared. She was so . . . so lifeless inside. So numb. Remus shivered. Why wasn't she saying anything? She was just staring.
Mrs. Jenkins had given up and was just crying now. Mr. Jenkins was rubbing her back. They had both released Rozlyn, and she was just sitting on the floor in front of them, having slid out of the chair.
Remus immediately went to her and gently pulled her up, putting all the spotlight on him. But at least she reacted to him. She wrapped her arms around him, too, and they both sat down like that, up against a wall in Dumbledore's circular office, her head resting against his chest.
"If I may speak . . ." a soft voice said from the doorway. Everyone except Rozlyn turned toward the doorway to see Dumbledore standing there, the merry twinkle long gone from his eyes.
"Professor! My baby! What happened to her!? What's wrong with her, Professor!?" Mrs. Jenkins wailed.
Dumbledore's eyes slid along the wall until they met Remus's. Then, he sighed. "Ah, yes - an interesting and sad, sad tale that must be told quickly. If you'll excuse us, Madam Pomphrey."
-Rozlyn P.O.V.-
She couldn't feel anything, but Remus's arms around her. She couldn't see anything, but the darkness around her eyes, since she had them closed. She couldn't hear anything, but Remus's heartbeat next to her ear. For the moment, she felt completely safe.
Then, in the very next instant, she was roughly torn away from him. She gasped as she felt someone lifting her up and away from him.
"Never again!" she heard her mother's voice cry. "Never come near my daughter again!"
That's when her world shattered into a million pieces. She heard screaming, vaguely aware that it was her own. She heard a huge crashing noise behind her. And then, someone screaming. "No! Give her back to me!" over and over again.
Her blissful warmth was now bitter coldness. Nothing mattered anymore.
^_~
To be torn away from the one you love is a terrible, terrible thing. So now, my kiddies, tell me . . . Is it better to have loved and lost, than to have never loved at all? Review please and tell me what you think.
Ariana S.