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And you come to me on a summer breeze
Keep me warm in your love and then softly leave
And it's me you need to show

August 25, 1975How deep is your love
I really need to learn
'cause we're living in a world of fools
Breaking us down
When they all should let us be
We belong to you and me

-How Deep Is Your Love (Bee Gees)

Arianna's POV

I was dragging my trunk up the steep road that leads to Hogwarts when I took a slight detour.

Why? I don't know. Maybe because I get so stressed at everything. I don't know why I do. My life isn't too stressful. I'm just a little apprehensive about sharing Lily's dorm (she's letting me stay in it with her) with a beauty contestant. I mean she'll definitely be prettier, and talenteder and everything more than me.

I'm not totally sure why I went to the Quidditch pitch. I guess I just wanted to sit by myself and think about me, and my family.

Remus looked up from his spot in the bleachers when Arianna came into view, her pale blonde hair swinging behind her, only slightly dampened by the rain that was streaming down in torrents.

He had liked her since fifth year, but he, being the studious, rule abiding one out of his friends, had never been able to muster up the courage to talk to her.

Remus kept quiet from his place near the middle of the stands, where he'd been out staring at the moon, thinking about how in the next week doing something that simple might, for him, cost someone their life.

It was definitely a scary thought.

He was also thinking about the up coming Quidditch match. He commentated for them, but this year James was the keeper, and he was looking for a new Chaser. He had no idea where he was going to get one.

Arianna didn't notice him. She stopped the trunk she'd been dragging through the soggy mud and grass, opened it, and pulled out a broomstick.

It was obviously her broom, from the familiar way she held it he could tell that she spent a lot of time riding it.

Arianna loved the way the wind felt against her face as she soared above the quidditch pitch.

She tried to ignore the feeling that someone was watching her, and turned her thoughts instead to her father and brother.

What idiots.

Why on earth would they go over to Lord Voldemort? What were they? Crazy!

Didn't' they realize that Lard Voldy killed and tortured innocent people?

She called him that to make her feel less afraid at night, when she was most vulnerable to the sounds of her father and brother, Rick, conferring with other Death Eaters, when she realized that they were planning their next attack and she was helpless to do anything for the victims.

Then she and her mother had left.

It was such a hazy time, that last month of summer.

Her mother telling her to pack up, tears running down her mom's face. Her mother used to be known for her beauty. Now the stress of everything showed in every line on her face, making her beauty look tired. Like it was just worn out.

Maybe it was.

She and her mother flying to California, in the United States, and staying there for a week before they up and flew back to England, got an apartment and her mother getting a job, something she'd never done before.

They had enough money with out it, but Arianna knew her mother needed something to put her energy into.

Arianna realized she was crying. With her tears, combined with the rain that was coming down in torrents, she was blinded. She brought herself down to the ground and fell off her broom on to the muddy field.

She closed her eyes and let all the fears she'd been feeling seep out, and cried harder than she ever had in her life.

Remus had been studying Arianna for a while before he realized that she was crying.

Her broom was swaying mid-air, and she was lowering herself to the ground.

Without thinking, he ran down to the field, at the risk of having her angry with him for watching her this long.

She was sitting in the mid, a sad figure, especially small against the large field.

Remus thought about talking to her right away, than remembered what it was like to have people, even his friends asking him questions and bothering him when he was upset.

If there was one fault to put on the other three mauraders, it was their lack of courtesy.

Who was he kidding? There was way more than one fault. Way more. But you gotta love your friends, right?

Instead, he sat down beside her. She didn't look up, or even as far as he could tell, notice him at all.

He stared off into the forest, thinking about the painful transformation that would be taking place next week.

Remus realized Arianna was looking up at him. He came back to earth with a jolt, and his voice slightly shaking, said

"Hey- I'm sorry. D-Don't mean to pry- I-I know you don't know me well at all- but do you want to talk?"

Then he realized that she probably didn't even know his name.

However, he was wrong. She did.

"Remus?"

Arianna was more than a little surprised to find him sitting there beside her, lost in thought, for all the world she was nothing more than a statue in a park bench he had chosen to sit next to.

At first she thought to herself quite firmly that she would not confide in him, or anyone, not even Lily, or this new girl.

It could be dangerous for people to know that her family was involved with dangerous.

And for Arianna, extremely embarrassing.

But somehow, her heart went its own way.

Maybe it was his intent blue-eyed stare that made her realize that she could trust him, but soon she was telling him everything.

"Hey, Arianna, I promise I won't tell anybody about what happened this summer. I know what it's like to have something about you that no-one should know."

Remus knew that that was certainly true.

Arianna hiccupped and looked him straight in the eye.

"What do you have to hide? I mean you don't have to tell me, if you don't want to, but…."

And for the first time in his life, Remus found himself telling someone willingly about his lycanthropy. Even his best friends had figured it out on their own.

There was just something about Arianna that made him realize he could trust her. He completely believed that she wouldn't tell anybody about him. And he wouldn't tell anyone about her family problems.

He would take her secret to the grave, and she his.

A/N; YAY dialogue! Happy? Good.

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