Chapter 3

I looked around the Great Hall, and found that my favorite seat was not taken. All alone at the end of the Ravenclaw house table, I sat and pulled out a book. "Romeo and Juliet", one of my favorite works by Shakespeare. Even for a muggle, that man was a genius. I loved the fact that he wrote tragedies. My life was basically a tragedy, just without all the drama. I sat there, reading the words for the hundredth time, when I saw someone approaching out of the corner of my eye. Before I turned to see who it was, I knew it was Remus. I could feel his life force pushing against my own. I looked at him and gave a small smile. He grinned back and started toward me faster. Just as he was about ten feet from the table, Evey ran up to him and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Oh, Remy, where have you been? I haven't seen you all day." Remus hesitated, and looked back at me longingly, "I've been working on my homework..." That was all I heard as she dragged him away. I was suprised at myself. I actually felt a flicker of pain deep in my chest. Why do I feel this way? I don't want to be with him, I don't want to love him. Do I? He has made me feel loved, a first. He makes me happy, even when we sit in silence. It's not awkward, it's just more of the fact that we barely know each other, but we still have strong feelings for each other. No, I will not call it love, just lust, nothing more. Nothing is real, especially love. It's just a myth, nothing more. Mortals tell themselves that they love, but they just end up broken hearted and alone. I don't love, I can't love. I'm afraid to love. You can't fear and experience love.You can't love...I was drawn out of my thoughts by the booming voice of the headmaster as the food appeared on the table. I ate little as my thoughts lingered on the werewolf. Yes, I knew he was a werewolf. I knew when I first locked eyes with him on the train. I guess you could say I was "gifted." I could feel emotions and read lies. My senses were always in hyperactive overdrive. And I was easily stronger than ten men. By I didn't let my defects get to my head. My mother died giving birth to me, and my father abused me. I definatly had a less then perfect life, but I didn't let that get in the way of things. If most people knew how I was, they'd ask me why I didn't stick up for myself. The answer is simple. It runs in the family, but normally only the guys get it. I am only the second woman in my family to have it. The first was powerful beyond imagination. She was a goddess of old, at least to me. I had heard stories about her my whole life. She was said to be the most beautiful woman alive, an angel brought down from the heavens. Of all the stories I was told, the one of how she died for her lover was my favorite. Centuries ago, when true love was real, there was a war that couldn't be stopped until the heir to the throne was killed, the heir of the "good" side as you might call it. The young man, was all that was left of the royal bloodline, and he was yet to announce his bride. His lover, my ancestor, was to be crowned Queen the next day, at the prince's coronation. They were walking in the woods, soaking in the sunlight of their last day of freedom. He gently kissed her lips. He knew she was with child, but they didn't tell anyone, not yet, that would be asking for death. As their lips parted, she saw an assassin behind him, a bow speeding towards the prince. Reflexes faster than that of any normal human, pushed her beloved out of the way, but not fast enough to save herself. The arrow passed through her heart, killing her instantly. What was supossed to be a joyeous time, ended up being a time of mourning and dispair. Though the story I was told was much more detailed, it doesn't really matter. I looked up in time to see Remus and Evelyn walk out the doors, his arm around her waist, as my heart broke into peices.

(Note that the story myth thing is major foreshadowing to what's going to happen in my fanfic)

Remus looked around the hall, the torches flickering in their brakets. Evey was hanging on his arm. He looked at her, a worried expression on his scarred face. She was a little more then stoned. Never been one to try the weed itself, he was even less inclined to start at seeing the state she was in. He brought her to the entrance to the Hufflepuff towers. He set her down and decided to wait with her until a Hufflepuff came who could take her upstairs. He waited for awhile, and conjured up a glass of water to give to her to try and sober her down. Finally, a Hufflepuff boy, around the fifth year, came. "Hey," Remus called, "can you help me?" The boy nodded, "Sure, whaddya' need?" "I need you to take her up to her dorm room. Her room number is 37, bed 4." "No problem," the boy replied and lifted Evey to standing position. "Thank you." Remus left the hallway, and started towards the Gryffindor tower. He passed a large window that overlooked the lake. Catching a glimpse of something outside, he turned and looked out the window. A giant bird, a hawk, maybe, was landing on the ground. Before his eyes, feathers sterted to drop off, and there stood a beautiful young women, her hair black as night, cascading down her shoulders. Her skin was as cold and pale as the moon, and her amythest eyes gowed in the darkness. Adrianna shook remaining feathers, and turned her gaze up towards the window, up towards Remus. She gave him a smile, her teeth shining in the darkness.

I looked up and saw Remus, his green eyes watching me. Well, now he knows that I'm and animagus. I gave him a smile, and he smiled back, but walked on. I sighed as I sat down by the lake. The full moon was tomorrow night. I loved the full moon, it was so beautiful, so mysterious. But now I felt a pang of guilt as the thought of Remus came into my head. He will never be able to enjoy the full moon. If only, for one night, I would help him, I would. Even if he could only see the full moon for one night, I would give it to him. I will find a way...The sound of approaching footsteps distracted me. Remus' scarred face became visible in the harsh moonlight. He smiled at me, and I smiled back. "Hey," he said caringly, "you seemed so alone, so I came to give you some company. If you want some that is." His ending statement had a hint of hope and longing, but also fear. I scolded silently to myself about the fact that I had made such a bad first impression on him, but still suprised that I felt so strongly about him. But, does he feel the same about me? glanced back at him, "yeah you can stay. Was there anything else you wanted?" "No not really," he sighed. He's lying, I can feel it. I wish he'd talk to me. Maybe I shouldn't try to be so distant..."You know my girlfriend right?" he asked, nonchalantly. "Yeah, I know her." He could sense the bitterness in my tone, and flinched. "Sorry, but I don't really think she's the nicest person, but she must be nice if a guy like you is dating her." He gave me an adorable look of confusion, "What do you mean?" "Well," I replied, "you're such a sweet guy, and so sensitive, she must be really special. I don't think I would deserve you, but she must be an exceptionally kind person. And she must also not care that you're a werewolf." Remus withdrew at the last statement, "you know? How?" I looked back at him, my amythest eyes peircing his heart, "Oh, Remus, it's obvious, at least to me. I doubt the others would notice, but I can almost smell the poison in your veins. I could feel the sickness when you sat across from me on the train. It radiates from you, yet the others are so dull in their senses, that you would never be found out unless you admitted it yourself. Remus, don't take this th wrong way, don't think I'm accusing you of anything. I don't care that you're a lycan, it's not your fault, you didn't choose to be one. Remus, there is a monster inside you, but it's not you, it doesn't control you. You should tell Evelyn, if she doesn't except it, then she doesn't deserve you."

Remus walked briskly up to the Gryffindor tower, a little more then disturbed by his conversation with Adrianna. Why would she think that Evelyn wouldn't deserve me? If anything, I don't deserve her. She's been so nice to me. I mean, she must just get bored with me after a while. I can't blame her for wanting to be with some one else for a while, and it's not like she's actually dating those other guys...Remus looked up at the fat lady, not realizing how teary he had gotten. He gave the password, and climbed into the portrait hole, ducking, so he didn't hit his head on the low ceiling of the entrance. He looked at the people in the common room. A couple young students, most likely first years, were studying by the fireplace. He looked over and saw Dean Harrison drifting to sleep on the couch, his eyes barely taking in the words in his book. A few more people were studying for the end of semester exams, some drinking special teas made to keep them awake. He noticed two people in the shodowed corner, making out more then likely. One, the boy, was definitely Sirius, but he didn't recognize the girl. He ignored the entwined couple and went up the stairs, two at a time. When he reached his dormroom, he saw Lily playing his piano, James leaning on it, taking in everything that she did. Lily looked up from the piano and saw him standing in the doorway, "Oh, Remus, I'm sorry. I didn't think you'd mind, and James wanted me to play something for him." Remus gave his female friend a forgiving smile, "It's ok, I don't really care. You can play whenever you want." She smiled at him, and stood up. "Well, I better go to bed, it's getting late." James gave her a loving smile,"goodnight, Lily. I'll see you in the morning." He gave her a swift kiss on the corner of her mouth, then pulled away, his face red. She blushed, "Goodnight James," she gave him a quick kiss back and headed toward the door. "Bon nuit, Remus." Remus smiled at the fact that she had used French, and went over to his bedstand. James shut the door and walked over to his own bedstand,"Why does she talk to you in French?' Remus smiled at his friends defensiveness,''She talks to me in French because I understand it, and it's not like we actually go around talking to each other in different languages, it's just an inside joke between us." James snorted and pulled off his shirt, a large bruise on his side from Quidditch practice. "Well, we can have our own inside joke then, we can speak Spanish to each other, or something cool like,...Latin!" Remus, who had also pulled his shirt off gave a disbelieving grin at his friend, "James, since when do you know Latin?" "Since never," was all James said as he climbed into his bed, drawing the curtains around his four-post bed. Snores soon accompanied Peter's wheezing, which had been going on since he had gotten back. Not ready for bed yet, Remus decided to go take a shower to help clear his mind. As he stripped down to his skin, he thought of Adrianna again, thought about having her smooth naked body pressed against his own. He groaned and turned on the cold water. These are the thoughts that I'm trying to get rid of. He let out a small yelp as the cold water came into contact with his warm flesh. The icy liquid ran down his back, and he quickly became accompanied to the temperature. Sirius had always joked around about how he became hard when he had taken cold showeres, butnow Remus realized that it was no joke. He turned the hot on, and enjoyed the luke warm water that now streamed from the shower head. As the water started to steam, his thoughts turned back to Adrianna, always Adrianna. She was just so beautiful so unearthly. As he got lost in the image of her beauty, another thought drifted into his head "You should tell Evelyn. If she doesn't except it, then she doesn't deserve you." Remus pondered those words, deciding weather to listen to them or not. As he dried his wet skin with one of their soft red towels, his eyelids grew heavy and he decided that it was a matter that he would deal with in the morning...