Many thanks go out to Ruby Malfoy, Dracula5555, PyroGurl4, and hp-paddy for reading and reviewing. I should have put a disclaimer in the first chapter, but didn't so here goes: I do not in any way, shape or form own any of the Harry Potter characters. J.K. Rowling does, I just like to play with them once in a while. Here's Chapter 2!
(Just for the info of the general public: Bruja is Spanish for witch, and Vete al demonio is Go to the devil. Thought you'd like to know.)
Sleep did not come easily for Remus that night. His nightmares kept him tossing and turning. Images of the beating that had almost killed him pounded a relentless tattoo on the back of his eyelids.
Finally admitting defeat, he got up, made himself a soothing cup of tea, and sat in a chair by the window. The view from the room overlooked the forest, and his mind fell back to her...
After he had found her, Alice stayed in his home for 3 and a half weeks. Remus was certainly attracted to her, but he still held his heart for Hermione.
The full moon came, and he found himself telling her about his condition. Instead of running away from him as he expected her to do, she was fascinated, and accepted him for what he was.
They continued as friends for another week or so until one night, when Alice told him that she was in love with him. Wanting to leave the memory of Hermione behind, he allowed himself to become caught up in the moment. He had no way of knowing that the next day, she would betray him.
Tuesday morning began innocently enough. Alice invited him to go for a walk in the forest and he was more than happy to accept. They came to the glade where he had found her, and he noticed a beautiful flower.
Walking ahead, he bent down to examine the flower more closely. Realizing he could not hear Alice's footsteps, he rose to his feet. Turning around, Remus found her standing there with a gun in her hand. "I'm sorry Remus." she said. Her face held no trace of remorse at all.
Thinking quickly, he turned and tried to flee. Something slammed into his back and he sank down into darkness as he fell.
Morning was upon him all too soon. Groaning, Remus showered, dressed, then went down to the great hall for breakfast with Dumbledore and McGonnagall.
Both of them noticed how awful he looked. The circles under his eyes had become a rich purple and his skin was almost translucent. His wounds were healing nicely, thanks to Madame Pomfrey, but the haunted look in his eyes had merely grown instead of diminished. He did not talk unless spoken to first, and even then, he made only a token reply.
Dumbledore was very worried about Remus. Even at some of his lowest points, he had never seen the werewolf like this. Making up his mind to do something, he excused himself from the table, leaving Minerva to try and make conversation with Remus. The headmaster had the feeling that a visit to Ms. Granger would not go amiss. He knew of the love Remus had for her, but he was also aware of how much the young muggle cared for him. If there was anyone who could help him, Hermione was the one.
Please read and review if you have the time-this is my first HP fic and I appreciate any nice comments. Any flames will be used to burn the books Ahab's Wife.