The next few weeks that passed were fairly depressing. Lily, James, and the
rest of the Order were asked to attend the Halker children's funeral as
Matt was a member of the Order. James was extremely uncomfortable at
funerals. There was nothing to joke about at them.
The Daily Prophet was still reporting about the Halker's murder. Eyewitnesses began to pop up out of no where offering the most lurid stories about what had happened that night. Amy was being depicted as a psychopathic mass murderer. Even so, she held her head high and kept herself convinced that she wasn't guilty. There was no way that she could be guilty.
Amy had been tested by all of the truth potions and had gone through many question sessions and finally the Ministry of Magic decided to put her on probation until her trial at the end of March. Amy was ecstatic.
But, all happy things come to an end.
Even though Amy had passed all of the tests and was sure to plead not guilty at her trial, the wizarding world still doubted her.
This was why Amy had never shown faith in people except for the people who had faith in her.
Although there was one person Amy never thought would turn on her.
Her boyfriend Sam.
This is what made Amy feel depressed on the day she was let out of Azkaban on probation.
She thought he would have been happy. She thought he would have shown faith in her as she had shown faith in him. She thought he would still love her. She thought he would put it all behind him. She thought he could forget. She thought that they could just move on. She thought he was going to be there for her like he promised to be.
He wasn't.
Amy made another break through on that day.
You can never trust a man to keep a promise. No matter how much they say they love and care for you. You can never trust them to keep a promise. Amy wasn't one to stereotype, but she realized that it was true. She couldn't believe that she hadn't seen it before.
Love does funny things to the mind.
It clouds your vision and impairs your judgment. Amy's mother had always told her not to let love take over her life. Amy had listened until she had met Sam. She thought he was different.
Everyone guesses wrong every once and a while.
So now here she was sitting alone in her house. Lily, Gloria, and Teresa had been over earlier that day. They had been over when Amy received the letter from Sam. They had seen the cheer fade from her eyes. Amy knew that she could ask them to come over at any time, but right now she just wanted to be alone.
Sometimes being alone was for the better.
Amy shivered and felt her eyes begin to well up with tears. Was this how she was to live the rest of her life? Was everyone going to find her as a freak now? Her heart gave a huge lurch.
This was exactly how Remus lived.
Her past began to revisit her. She had been so cruel to him when she found out he was a werewolf. It was the one thing that Amy regretted in her life. She had ended that beautiful relationship because she was afraid of him, just as Sam was afraid of her.
Amy found tears streaming down her face. She had been so cruel that night, just staring at him with a look of disgust on her face before turning and running away from him and out of his life.
God, she needed to talk to him.
Would he ever be able to talk to her again? He would be the only one who could possibly understand her. Amy needed to talk to Remus. She needed to talk to him again.
How could she have been so stupid?
Amy got off of her bed and walked down the hall and into her living room.
She had no idea how long she stood in front of her fireplace holding the floo powder in her hand before she threw the dust onto the fire. Amy held her breath as she stepped into the green flames. She couldn't get her hopes up too high, she knew that much. She just hoped that Remus would understand.
Most of all she wished he would forgive her.
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Remus was sitting on his bed reading over the Evening Prophet. It was cruel what the media could do to someone. It was cruel how they could manipulate the kindest people into looking hideous.
He knew how it felt. He had felt it on numerous occasions himself.
It was too hard to count how many friends he had lost when they found out he was a werewolf.
It was even harder to count how many girlfriends he had lost.
That is why Remus had taken the vow never to love again.
God, he missed the feeling of being loved. He missed having someone to look forward to seeing each night. And he missed holding someone in his arms. He missed being able to comfort them.
A noise from down below brought him back to life. It sounded like it was coming from the living room.
Remus went downstairs figuring it was going to be James or Sirius. He reached the living room and tried to find the light switch. Damn eye sight.
Before he could even find the switch he felt someone's lips on his.
This cleared all possibilities of his guest being James or Sirius.
Surprisingly he kissed back. The lips felt awfully familiar.
Then it hit him.
Amy.
A/N- Don't know what I was thinking in this chapter. I know that Remus' eye sight would probably be better in the dark, but quite frankly I don't give a damn at this moment.
The Daily Prophet was still reporting about the Halker's murder. Eyewitnesses began to pop up out of no where offering the most lurid stories about what had happened that night. Amy was being depicted as a psychopathic mass murderer. Even so, she held her head high and kept herself convinced that she wasn't guilty. There was no way that she could be guilty.
Amy had been tested by all of the truth potions and had gone through many question sessions and finally the Ministry of Magic decided to put her on probation until her trial at the end of March. Amy was ecstatic.
But, all happy things come to an end.
Even though Amy had passed all of the tests and was sure to plead not guilty at her trial, the wizarding world still doubted her.
This was why Amy had never shown faith in people except for the people who had faith in her.
Although there was one person Amy never thought would turn on her.
Her boyfriend Sam.
This is what made Amy feel depressed on the day she was let out of Azkaban on probation.
She thought he would have been happy. She thought he would have shown faith in her as she had shown faith in him. She thought he would still love her. She thought he would put it all behind him. She thought he could forget. She thought that they could just move on. She thought he was going to be there for her like he promised to be.
He wasn't.
Amy made another break through on that day.
You can never trust a man to keep a promise. No matter how much they say they love and care for you. You can never trust them to keep a promise. Amy wasn't one to stereotype, but she realized that it was true. She couldn't believe that she hadn't seen it before.
Love does funny things to the mind.
It clouds your vision and impairs your judgment. Amy's mother had always told her not to let love take over her life. Amy had listened until she had met Sam. She thought he was different.
Everyone guesses wrong every once and a while.
So now here she was sitting alone in her house. Lily, Gloria, and Teresa had been over earlier that day. They had been over when Amy received the letter from Sam. They had seen the cheer fade from her eyes. Amy knew that she could ask them to come over at any time, but right now she just wanted to be alone.
Sometimes being alone was for the better.
Amy shivered and felt her eyes begin to well up with tears. Was this how she was to live the rest of her life? Was everyone going to find her as a freak now? Her heart gave a huge lurch.
This was exactly how Remus lived.
Her past began to revisit her. She had been so cruel to him when she found out he was a werewolf. It was the one thing that Amy regretted in her life. She had ended that beautiful relationship because she was afraid of him, just as Sam was afraid of her.
Amy found tears streaming down her face. She had been so cruel that night, just staring at him with a look of disgust on her face before turning and running away from him and out of his life.
God, she needed to talk to him.
Would he ever be able to talk to her again? He would be the only one who could possibly understand her. Amy needed to talk to Remus. She needed to talk to him again.
How could she have been so stupid?
Amy got off of her bed and walked down the hall and into her living room.
She had no idea how long she stood in front of her fireplace holding the floo powder in her hand before she threw the dust onto the fire. Amy held her breath as she stepped into the green flames. She couldn't get her hopes up too high, she knew that much. She just hoped that Remus would understand.
Most of all she wished he would forgive her.
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Remus was sitting on his bed reading over the Evening Prophet. It was cruel what the media could do to someone. It was cruel how they could manipulate the kindest people into looking hideous.
He knew how it felt. He had felt it on numerous occasions himself.
It was too hard to count how many friends he had lost when they found out he was a werewolf.
It was even harder to count how many girlfriends he had lost.
That is why Remus had taken the vow never to love again.
God, he missed the feeling of being loved. He missed having someone to look forward to seeing each night. And he missed holding someone in his arms. He missed being able to comfort them.
A noise from down below brought him back to life. It sounded like it was coming from the living room.
Remus went downstairs figuring it was going to be James or Sirius. He reached the living room and tried to find the light switch. Damn eye sight.
Before he could even find the switch he felt someone's lips on his.
This cleared all possibilities of his guest being James or Sirius.
Surprisingly he kissed back. The lips felt awfully familiar.
Then it hit him.
Amy.
A/N- Don't know what I was thinking in this chapter. I know that Remus' eye sight would probably be better in the dark, but quite frankly I don't give a damn at this moment.