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Chapter 10: Moony Revealed
I woke up again to another throbbing headache. Ugh, I groaned to myself. The moon shining SO brightly through the window didn't help. Whoa, rewind! Waking up completely, I got out of the bed and crept to the window. I gasped with some sort of excitement or nervousness, I couldn't tell. It was a full moon. Remus. I noticed he looked a bit "peaky" yesterday! I squinted into the night to see maybe, just maybe, but I saw nothing except black. Cool, I thought. Then something hit me, I was in the hospital wing! Remus MUST always stay here after a full moon! This was my chance to know all there is to know about werewolves! Ask all my questions! Suddenly, I noticed something in the darkness. My stomach churned. Oh my god! I finally got adjusted to the deep blackness and caught glimpse of someone hurrying up the stone steps of Hogwarts. I then abruptly heard what I was convinced was Madame Pomphrey's clicking heals by the main hospital wing door. I rushed across the room and leapt into my bed, hastily trying to get the covers I had kicked off over me. I squeezed my eyes shut, prepared for someone to come into the room, but nothing came. I opened my eyes, one at a time, but slammed them shut again when I suddenly heard the door click. I held my breath, which was completely unnecessary, but I was extremely nervous as I heard two pairs of footsteps walk into the room.
"Here you are," I heard Madame Pomphrey say in a whisper. I heard a rustling of sheets from a bed not far from mine. I then lastly heard Pomphrey's heels click across the room to the door as she left. Now I was alone, with who I knew for sure was Remus. I sucked in a breath as I carefully turned so I could see from under the covers. Sure enough, it was Remus. And that's not all, he was awake! He was sitting up in the bed and was rubbing his head, since naturally, he probably had a headache. This was my chance. Watch yourself, Caroline, I said to myself. I took a few deep breaths.
Remus leaned forward in the hospital wing bed and rubbed his throbbing forehead. The transformations were becoming less and less painful, but it did something to him.
"How'd it go?" a voice in the room asked loudly into the silence. Remus could have sworn he jumped a good 3 feet in surprise. His heart had stopped so abruptly; he had never been so startled in his life. He whirled his head around towards the voice, to find Caroline sitting up in bed. Oh god, he thought to himself.
"W-what?" He stammered. What'd she mean? Did she know?
I sat on the side of the bed.
"Your transformation," I answered. Man, I have some explaining to do, I thought to myself. Remus' jaw dropped slightly in shock and confusion.
"I um, I know you're a-a werewolf," I said, embarrassed. Remus' shoulders sagged making him look more tired than he was. He looked like he had given up on something.
"How long have you known?" he asked quietly. I got up and walked over to his bed.
"A while," I said, leaning on the bed post. He looked down, jaw set.
"You're probably one of those people who probably told the whole world," he interpreted. I put my hands on my hips.
"THOSE people?! THOSE people who think that you being a werewolf ruins THEIR life when they have no idea how it ruins yours? THOSE people who abandon you when you have a problem where you need friends the most?!" I said a bit too loudly. Remus looked up at me nervously, but instead of seeing anger, he saw compassion.
"No, Remus, I'm not one of those people," I said gently, sitting down on the edge of his bed. He smiled weakly at me. I smiled back.
"I don't care that you're a werewolf! Kelsey doesn't either!" I exclaimed. Remus shot his head up.
"Kelsey knows?" he asked sadly. "She probably hates me," I laughed.
"HATES YOU?! You think she hates you!" I shook my head. He had no idea. "Remus, Kelsey doesn't care. I don't either! You know why? Because, it's not your fault you're a werewolf. You don't know what you do as a werewolf. Besides, we never see you like that anyways!" I exclaimed. He had a look on his face as if saying, 'you're one of the few who think that', but he stayed silent. Okay, act polite, I said to myself.
"When did you get bitten?" I asked sympathetically. He rubbed his eyes tiredly.
"I can hardly remember, maybe about 4 or 5, could be 6." He replied. I nodded. I was about to ask another question, but surprisingly, he kept going.
"My parents tried everything to cure me, but nothing worked. So, I grew up with no friends until I was eleven. Many people questioned Dumbledore if it was safe to send me to Hogwarts. But being the great bloke he is, he accepted me if we took the right precautions. They built that vicious tree out there," nodding towards the window. "That led to a shack in Hogsmeade where I can transform," I nodded. I knew this already, but kept listening.
"My first year, I made three great friends," he said, smiling. So did I.
"James, Sirius, and Peter of course, eventually found out, but surprisingly, still stayed loyal. They also became-," he stopped short. Dammit, he said to himself. He had said too much. He quickly changed the subject, even though I knew what he was going to say.
"You have to swear not to tell ANYONE," he said seriously. I nodded and held out my hand in agreement.
"I solemnly swear," I said. (A/N: It's ok if you didn't get that.) Remus shook it, and smiled. I sat there for a moment. I don't know why, I just did. Finally, I knocked back into my senses and got up.
"Well, judging from the dark bags under your eyes, I'll leave you to sleep. I'm dead tired myself." I said and got up. He nodded as I turned around and went back to my bed. That went surprisingly well, I said to myself. I curled up under the sheets and immediately fell asleep.
Happily, when Madame Pomphrey came to check on me the next morning, she said I was good enough to go back to class. I must have thanked her about 15 times before rushing off to get dressed. I hurried up to the Gryffindor common room only to find out that the password had been changed. Gladly, The Fat Lady let me in when she found out what had happened to me and then gave me the new password. I thanked her and quickly stuffed my books and things into my bag, then practically sprinted out of the common room with all the stored energy I hadn't been able to burn off. I checked my wristwatch. I was to be in Transfiguration. I raced down the stairs and down corridor until I made it to McGonagall's room. I caught my breath before pushing open the door.
"Ladies and gentlemen, you must remember to-" McGonagall began, but stopped when she saw me come into the room. I gave her an apologetic look for interrupting the class, but she seemed to swat it back with her eyes. The other students turned to see who had come in. There was an eruption of whispers and gasps. Lily and the others squealed happily, glad I was back in class. Sirius and James grinned broadly making me rather weak in the knees.
"Welcome back, Miss Lefave. I hope you are better. Please have a seat. Miss Evans, will you please debrief her on what we've been studying?" Professor McGonagall said. I quickly sat down at my seat next to Lily, VERY glad to be back in class. Besides, I couldn't be in the hospital wing during the upcoming Christmas break! I looked at the other Slytherins which were in the class. Elizabeth and her posse scowled at me before focusing back to McGonagall. They were obviously weren't happy with Bellatrix's suspension. Kelsey had asked me in the hospital wing when the others weren't listening why Bellatrix hadn't been expelled or sent to Azkaban. I thought that maybe since Voldemort hadn't had his downfall yet, the curses weren't illegal. But Christmas Break was rapidly approaching, and Bellatrix's return seems to come closer and closer. I took my mind off that by waiting for the Quidditch season, which would be coming soon as well. Remus also came back to class and it was rather hard to look at him, after the other night and I seriously hoped that he trusted me with such secret information. Well, Bellatrix was gone, Christmas break and Quidditch season were approaching and Kelsey and I had Dumbledore's plan in mind. I was going to be very busy in the next few months.
Chapter 10: Moony Revealed
I woke up again to another throbbing headache. Ugh, I groaned to myself. The moon shining SO brightly through the window didn't help. Whoa, rewind! Waking up completely, I got out of the bed and crept to the window. I gasped with some sort of excitement or nervousness, I couldn't tell. It was a full moon. Remus. I noticed he looked a bit "peaky" yesterday! I squinted into the night to see maybe, just maybe, but I saw nothing except black. Cool, I thought. Then something hit me, I was in the hospital wing! Remus MUST always stay here after a full moon! This was my chance to know all there is to know about werewolves! Ask all my questions! Suddenly, I noticed something in the darkness. My stomach churned. Oh my god! I finally got adjusted to the deep blackness and caught glimpse of someone hurrying up the stone steps of Hogwarts. I then abruptly heard what I was convinced was Madame Pomphrey's clicking heals by the main hospital wing door. I rushed across the room and leapt into my bed, hastily trying to get the covers I had kicked off over me. I squeezed my eyes shut, prepared for someone to come into the room, but nothing came. I opened my eyes, one at a time, but slammed them shut again when I suddenly heard the door click. I held my breath, which was completely unnecessary, but I was extremely nervous as I heard two pairs of footsteps walk into the room.
"Here you are," I heard Madame Pomphrey say in a whisper. I heard a rustling of sheets from a bed not far from mine. I then lastly heard Pomphrey's heels click across the room to the door as she left. Now I was alone, with who I knew for sure was Remus. I sucked in a breath as I carefully turned so I could see from under the covers. Sure enough, it was Remus. And that's not all, he was awake! He was sitting up in the bed and was rubbing his head, since naturally, he probably had a headache. This was my chance. Watch yourself, Caroline, I said to myself. I took a few deep breaths.
Remus leaned forward in the hospital wing bed and rubbed his throbbing forehead. The transformations were becoming less and less painful, but it did something to him.
"How'd it go?" a voice in the room asked loudly into the silence. Remus could have sworn he jumped a good 3 feet in surprise. His heart had stopped so abruptly; he had never been so startled in his life. He whirled his head around towards the voice, to find Caroline sitting up in bed. Oh god, he thought to himself.
"W-what?" He stammered. What'd she mean? Did she know?
I sat on the side of the bed.
"Your transformation," I answered. Man, I have some explaining to do, I thought to myself. Remus' jaw dropped slightly in shock and confusion.
"I um, I know you're a-a werewolf," I said, embarrassed. Remus' shoulders sagged making him look more tired than he was. He looked like he had given up on something.
"How long have you known?" he asked quietly. I got up and walked over to his bed.
"A while," I said, leaning on the bed post. He looked down, jaw set.
"You're probably one of those people who probably told the whole world," he interpreted. I put my hands on my hips.
"THOSE people?! THOSE people who think that you being a werewolf ruins THEIR life when they have no idea how it ruins yours? THOSE people who abandon you when you have a problem where you need friends the most?!" I said a bit too loudly. Remus looked up at me nervously, but instead of seeing anger, he saw compassion.
"No, Remus, I'm not one of those people," I said gently, sitting down on the edge of his bed. He smiled weakly at me. I smiled back.
"I don't care that you're a werewolf! Kelsey doesn't either!" I exclaimed. Remus shot his head up.
"Kelsey knows?" he asked sadly. "She probably hates me," I laughed.
"HATES YOU?! You think she hates you!" I shook my head. He had no idea. "Remus, Kelsey doesn't care. I don't either! You know why? Because, it's not your fault you're a werewolf. You don't know what you do as a werewolf. Besides, we never see you like that anyways!" I exclaimed. He had a look on his face as if saying, 'you're one of the few who think that', but he stayed silent. Okay, act polite, I said to myself.
"When did you get bitten?" I asked sympathetically. He rubbed his eyes tiredly.
"I can hardly remember, maybe about 4 or 5, could be 6." He replied. I nodded. I was about to ask another question, but surprisingly, he kept going.
"My parents tried everything to cure me, but nothing worked. So, I grew up with no friends until I was eleven. Many people questioned Dumbledore if it was safe to send me to Hogwarts. But being the great bloke he is, he accepted me if we took the right precautions. They built that vicious tree out there," nodding towards the window. "That led to a shack in Hogsmeade where I can transform," I nodded. I knew this already, but kept listening.
"My first year, I made three great friends," he said, smiling. So did I.
"James, Sirius, and Peter of course, eventually found out, but surprisingly, still stayed loyal. They also became-," he stopped short. Dammit, he said to himself. He had said too much. He quickly changed the subject, even though I knew what he was going to say.
"You have to swear not to tell ANYONE," he said seriously. I nodded and held out my hand in agreement.
"I solemnly swear," I said. (A/N: It's ok if you didn't get that.) Remus shook it, and smiled. I sat there for a moment. I don't know why, I just did. Finally, I knocked back into my senses and got up.
"Well, judging from the dark bags under your eyes, I'll leave you to sleep. I'm dead tired myself." I said and got up. He nodded as I turned around and went back to my bed. That went surprisingly well, I said to myself. I curled up under the sheets and immediately fell asleep.
Happily, when Madame Pomphrey came to check on me the next morning, she said I was good enough to go back to class. I must have thanked her about 15 times before rushing off to get dressed. I hurried up to the Gryffindor common room only to find out that the password had been changed. Gladly, The Fat Lady let me in when she found out what had happened to me and then gave me the new password. I thanked her and quickly stuffed my books and things into my bag, then practically sprinted out of the common room with all the stored energy I hadn't been able to burn off. I checked my wristwatch. I was to be in Transfiguration. I raced down the stairs and down corridor until I made it to McGonagall's room. I caught my breath before pushing open the door.
"Ladies and gentlemen, you must remember to-" McGonagall began, but stopped when she saw me come into the room. I gave her an apologetic look for interrupting the class, but she seemed to swat it back with her eyes. The other students turned to see who had come in. There was an eruption of whispers and gasps. Lily and the others squealed happily, glad I was back in class. Sirius and James grinned broadly making me rather weak in the knees.
"Welcome back, Miss Lefave. I hope you are better. Please have a seat. Miss Evans, will you please debrief her on what we've been studying?" Professor McGonagall said. I quickly sat down at my seat next to Lily, VERY glad to be back in class. Besides, I couldn't be in the hospital wing during the upcoming Christmas break! I looked at the other Slytherins which were in the class. Elizabeth and her posse scowled at me before focusing back to McGonagall. They were obviously weren't happy with Bellatrix's suspension. Kelsey had asked me in the hospital wing when the others weren't listening why Bellatrix hadn't been expelled or sent to Azkaban. I thought that maybe since Voldemort hadn't had his downfall yet, the curses weren't illegal. But Christmas Break was rapidly approaching, and Bellatrix's return seems to come closer and closer. I took my mind off that by waiting for the Quidditch season, which would be coming soon as well. Remus also came back to class and it was rather hard to look at him, after the other night and I seriously hoped that he trusted me with such secret information. Well, Bellatrix was gone, Christmas break and Quidditch season were approaching and Kelsey and I had Dumbledore's plan in mind. I was going to be very busy in the next few months.