The wind howled as she ran, going faster and faster every second. The howling burning in her ears as she ran toward it. Where was it coming from? She HAD to know. She ran closer and closer and then...
Tru was tossing in her bed and Draco had reached over to try and shake her awake. "TRU! TRU WAKE UP!" He shouted, shaking her harder every second. This was greatly worrying him that she was shaking like this. Should he call for help? He shook and he shook until finally...
Tru's eyes snapped open and she gazed right into Draco's confused eyes. "What a nightmare you must have had. You scared the wits out of me with your screaming, you woke me up..." His voice had a frightened monotone and his hand had not yet left her shoulder. Tru had no idea why this dream bothered her EVERY TIME she had it. Considering the well known fact to herself that she had been having it for many nights now...
"I'm sorry..." she said staring off in another direction, rubbing her temples and breathing fast, small breaths. Draco took the pitcher of water next to him and poured a glass, handing it to her. "I hate that feeling after a nightmare...makes me wanna get on my broom and fly, get it all out of my head." he said as she took it.
"Well if I knew how to fly, I would." She said blushing but hiding it behind the cup as she drank. Draco's eyes widened. "You've NEVER flown? EVER?" he said bewildered.
Tru nodded quickly and set down the cup, not even daring to look at him. "Nope...I never really tried. I never took much interest in it besides Quidditch. And when I DID...I failed miserably. I had always wanted to fly since I first tried. It looks...absolutely wonderful. One would think a muggle wishes he or she could fly. But the fact that WE get the opportunity to do so...and I can't...makes me feel kind of like a dreamer.I just don't think I will EVER learn..."
Draco looked at her face...the longing on it as she spoke of flying reminded him of a baby bird who had yet to learn how to use it's own wings. For some reason...he had the urge to be as kind to her as possible, to make her smile that smile he had just barely become accquainted with. This was odd...very odd for him.
He made her look at him by saying "Hey, no one ever said you couldn't fly, baby birds have yet to learn, they just need to spread their wings first. Think of yourself as a baby bird, one day you'll be ready."
Tru's face was...if anything...surprised. She just smiled slowly and nodded her head. "Draco...that was inspiring...where did you hear it?" she asked...still mezmorised. "I don't know...I came up with it on my own just now." chuckled Draco. He ceased his chuckling and looked at Tru. For a long moment they just sat there until they realized...and looked away.
"So are you feeling any better from that nightmare?" Draco asked, rubbing the back of his neck. "Yes, thanks for talking with me...have a good sleep.." she turned over and stared at the wall, thinking. Draco looked at her for a long time before laying back down and shaking his head, then falling back to sleep.
That was an odd feeling...yet somehow...i liked it...
Remus had been slowly trailing his way to Professor Snape's office that night. It wasn't too late that he could measure, and he NEEDED to talk about something with him.
The halls were empty and quiet. The torches were all out and it was VERY hard to see. He couldn't light his wand, lest he'd disturb a sleeping portrait. His steps echoed throughout the halls in little clicks and thumps that seemed like an odd type of morse code. Only a week after Tru's transformation it had been. Though it seemed such a longer time after. His limbs were still weak and though a cane might be needed, he decided otherwise.
The dungeons were ominous and Remus was reluctant to enter, but if he must he must. Slowly he walked down the dungeon corridor toward Snape's office. The door seemed so far in such a gloomy territory. Finally he reached it and knocked. At least three voices silenced and footsteps were heard before Snape opened the door. Inside was Professor Mcgonnagall, a tall, red haired woman, and Snape. The red haired woman was a nice looking woman, around Remus and Snape's age range. Her eyes were a deep hazel and her tiny heart shaped lips painted themselves into a beautiful smile. Remus' heart jumped and he smiled back.
"Severus, I came to have a word..but if this is a bad time.."
"Oh no Professor," McGonnagall said. "You can stay until we have left. Oh forgive me, this is my daughter Ellina." she gestured toward the woman who gave a nod and held out her hand. Remus shaked it. Her hands were soft and felt like porcelin. "A pleasure to meet you Ellina." he said politely.
"A pleasure to meet you too Professor, I've heard all about you." she replied cheerily. Her voice mathched her features, beautiful and calm. "Ellina is to be keeping an eye on my classes while I am on a leave for some duties that Professor Dumbledore has assigned to me. I thought I'd get her accquainted with everyone tonight and you and Professor Snape were the last to possibly get her accquaintance."
Snape gave a weak smile. (not normal.) "But since you two obviously need some privacy, I'll leave now and you can both talk. I bid you both good night." McGonnagall turned toward the door and Ellina gave that smile again and shook their hands. "Good night Professor Lupin, Professor Snape." she nodded as she said each of their names before turning to leave. "Good night." said Professor Snape and Remus in unision. As she turned to leave, both of their heads tilted and watched her back as she left.
When the door closed they looked at each other and snapped back to life, rubbing the backs of their necks at the awkward moment. "So Remus, you wanted to speak to me about something?" Snape broke the silence.
"Ah yes Severus, I wanted to express the matter of my daughter..."
"Yes?"
"Well she'll be on a monthly basis with me so I want you to keep an eye on her in class, I'm telling this to all of the teachers but to you especially because...Well I was wondering if you'd make extra potions to keep with you in class and if she shows any signs of ANYTHING at all tell her to report to my office so she can come and take it."
Snape eyed Remus' nervous and worrisome face before nodding. "I shall Remus." He gave a pompous look and turned around to shuffle some papers on his desk. "I will make some extras tonight, put them in seperate viles, give some to you in the morning and keep some here for her during class." Remus nodded and shoved his hands in his pockets, looking around. "Thank you Severus. Good night."
And without another word to either man, Remus left and Snape looked out of his window at the disappearing moon behind the clouds.
Draco woke early the next morning, Tru had still been sleeping. He looked around the wing and wrapped his blanket around him. It was unusually cold. It was now November the 6th. A little after a week since he and Tru had gotten into the Hospital Wing. It was taking much less of a time to get to know Tru than he thought. Thought he knew somewhere in her, she still didn't trust him very much.
He hated the memory of the previous day...but yet he loved it
(small flashback)
Pansy Parkinson and another Slytherin boy had walked in to bid him greetings and bring him food. They stopped by the edge of Tru's bed instead and started taunting her. "Get away from her, you don't know her! You morons." he had shouted at them.
Pansy and the boy had looked right at him in a strange way then sneered. "First you save the Potter boy and now you're defending his friends, what kind of Slytherin are you, traitor." The boy had hit him clean in the eye and they both had left. Tru had looked at him, bewildered and they laughed about it.
Draco smirked. But knowing he would probably not be welcome in his Common Room now was a bit uncomfortable.
But, rubbing his black eye and thinking of the day before, he smiled and said
"Take that father."
