"H-hey." I stuttered, peeking in. "Uhm, can I be here?" One of the two men, who had short, scruffy brown hair, and a scarred face, looked up at me warmly from his dog- eared book.
"Of course! You must be..." He gestured, asking for my name.
"Billie Van Floyd at the moment." I muttered under my breath.
"At the moment?" A girl said sharply, her brown curls hugging her chin.
"Uh... I have DID, so sometimes it might not be me."
"What the heck is that?!" The black haired man asked, who later introduced himself as Professor Black.
"So it is when a kid goes through a heck ton of trauma at a young age and their brain forms alters to cope. The alters are different people." I explained, sitting down. I gasped, as my wounds tore open under the pressure from my shirt. Billie, just act natural or I will take the front from you.
The group and I chatted for a couple hours, and the man who first spoke to me, introduced himself as Healer Lupin, the school therapist essentially.
All of a sudden, the train stopped dead in its tracks. Power went out, turning the bright carriage into a dark room, traumatic memories lurking in every corner.
I panicked, and started to shake underneath the seats, my face pale and frightened. "What's happening?" I whimpered, looking out.
"I don't know, just stay hidden for now." Healer Lupin stated firmly, his wand alit.
A dark black figure floated into the room, and at that point, I passed out, succumbed to watch my memories.
Thanks so much for reading! I myself suffer from DID, and ever since I have started reading fanfiction, I have seen a lack of accurate representation of it!
In this story, Sirius was only convicted for a few years, until Remus got him freed. Sirius works as the History Of Magic teacher, while Remus is the school therapist!
- Billie