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Remus Lupin sat at the staff table during the evening meal, and looked down at the students. All the students were talking and laughing loudly, despite the scare about Sirius Black escaping from Azkaban and the dementors outside the gates. Looking upon the students, one would assume nothing was wrong; but that was something he envied of the youngsters. Their ability to put things from their minds so easily, to push past the hardship and still have fun. He was still wondering just how to go about this with Miss Argent; since his talk with Dumbledore, he had made his mind up that by the end of the week he would have spoken to thought about asking her to stay back after her next class to talk about her boggart, that would at least be a starting point. He hoped she wouldn't freak out about him knowing, he honestly just wanted to help. He didn't want to scare her but he also wanted her to trust him. Upon finding her at the Gryffindor table, his eyes softened. He'd never noticed it before, how selfish of him. She was sat with Seamus, Dean and Neville, in a rather animated discussion. Remus watched the four of them, even Neville was almost out of seat, excited about something but as Remus trained his eyes on Pan, he noticed her movements looked more tired and her smile was forced. In all honesty, she reminded Remus of himself before his friends knew. He felt sorry for her, it's hard to keep such a big secret and scary when even thinking about letting it out, even to those you trust the most. Perhaps that was why she looked so broken, as Albus had put it, the people she had trusted the most, had been her family. Remus remembered Albus saying he had reason to believe her family was hurting her; honestly, Remus could believe it. He had met Hugo Argent, the head of the family and most likely Pan's grandfather. Hugo had told Remus in detail the horrendous things he had done to werewolves, and how his family was now restricted in their movement against the 'foul beasts'; a young Remus Lupin had been both terrified and sick to the stomach and was so thankful Alfie Potter, James' father, had stepped in. Remus knew Hugo Argent wasn't stupid enough to continue his gory 'movement' in the public eye, but what happened behind closed doors? Did he have somewhere secret where werewolves would be taken, most importantly, what did he do to his grand daughter? He thought about asking her to stay back after her next class to talk about her boggart, that would at least be a starting point. He hoped she wouldn't freak out about him knowing, he honestly just wanted to help. Remus was so lost in thought, he didn't notice Hagrid sit down at the end of the table next to him.

"By Remus! Yer miles away in yer head!" Hagrid laughed.

Remus jumped, startled."Yes, sorry Hagrid. It's been a long day."

"So I've heard," Hagrid muttered, "I don' mean to be rude or nosey in, but Dumbledore told me and Professor McGongall that yer know. About lil Pan."

"Yes, we were studying boggarts." Remus matched Hagrid's tone, "I'm going to talk to her Hagrid. She shouldn't be alone, and I mean no offence to any of you Hagrid, just...I know how she feels. I..."

"Yer don't have to explain yersel' Remus. I know."

Remus nodded, he didn't want to hurt Hagrid and from his talk his Dumbledore, Pan found some comfort in Hagrid knowing. the grounds keeper would talk to her and let her vent at him. Hagrid knew it must be hard for her and he knew she couldn't tell any of her friends, and he felt sorry for her.

"Yer know, I remember Pan coming to me one day las' year," Hagrid started, "Tiny thing she was, grew a lot. But she came to me, and it wasn't long after a full moon, an' she came to me. Poor thing was still white and shakin', it'd really hit her. An' she's crying an' shouting, then she calms down. She sits down and she has a little huff, then stops an' she says, 'Thank you Hagrid. Yer a good friend, and glad to have yer. I can't tell any of my friends in class, but yer one of my favorites, thank you.' She had a little sniffle after that."

Remus gave a sad smile.

"I was torn, it broke me heart to hear her so sad but am glad I can do my bit for her." Hagrid sniffed, "I gave her a bit of a hug after that."

"She's lucky to have you Hagrid."

Hagrid loudly blew his nose, "Anyway, jus' be careful with her, won't you? Never mind me getting all tearful."


It was the day after the whole boggart incident, it was three in the morning to exact. Pan had tried to get to sleep, but she could hear Pervati and Lavender in the other beds talking about class. They were giggling about the boggarts they saw, and when they got onto Pan, they giggled the hardest. Words were exchanged and they wondered why she feared that the most, it was odd and she was morbid. After hours of listening to them gossip and finally fall asleep, Pan crept downstairs and sat in front of the fire. She didn't care if any of the prefects caught her, she just didn't want to stay in that room. Pan lay down stared into the flames, wrapped in a cosy, patchwork blanket that was always laid across the armchair; she thought about her boggart wondering how it had stayed the same after all these years. Her worst nightmare was seeing her family dead, but she couldn't understand how even now she still held any love for her family. From the moment she was bitten, her family had turned on her; the only one she could trust when her uncle Ash.

Asher Argent couldn't feel the same cold hatred for the girl as his family did. He couldn't understand how his father turned on his own flesh and blood. He didn't understand how his sister Gwendolyn and her husband Benedict could just turn their backs on Pan; Dolly and Ben had once looked at her like the child was their own, and now they only sneered at her. Ash would keep quiet when his father would speak down to Pan, he would leave when they would hurt her; but he would tend to her wounds, he would write to her when she was at school. Tell her to stay at school during the holidays as much as she could, she couldn't go to a friends and it wasn't safe at home. He wanted to tell Dumbledore, but he feared his father's wrath. Hugo would know it was Asher. The family kept to themselves and Pan was a shell of her old self.

Pan was glad when they allowed her to go to Hogwarts, her family had thought about declining the offer. They feared she would turn on her fellow students and bite them and they would have to put her down. Both Asher and Pan knew that they weren't afraid to put her down should they need to, but the scandal it would cause. And Hugo Argent didn't want anyone to know about her. He didn't want to appear as weak for keeping the child alive. Pan liked it at Hogwarts, it really felt like a home here. She was welcomed here every time she stepped through the doors and she felt safe here. Sure, her secret might only be known by a few of the staff members but she was glad that someone knew. Someone that would help her through it and support her and protect her, as well as they could. Madam Pomfrey would allow her a few days in the hospital wing after the full moon; because of the abuse she received at home, cuts would reopen and her worst memories would play in her head as she changed. She would remember her grandfather or aunt forcing small doses of silver into her system, her grandfather using his silver knife to draw thin lines on her skin, being bound in chains at home during a full moon. And she would wake up screaming in the hospital wing, only for Poppy to run out to the young girl and soothe her back to sleep. She was thankful for Professor Dumbledore and her head of house would offer a sympathetic ear; she had also realized that the small box of ginger snaps she got every Christmas and Easter was from McGonagall, and the small mixture of muggle and wizard sweet was from Dumbledore, who would always offer her some new muggle sweet whenever she entered his office. She loved Hagrid the best, he would let her get all her rage out, let her cry all her tears. He would invite her for tea and offer his rock cakes, which were a little hard for her to eat. She even felt grateful towards Professor Snape who would make her Wolfsbane every month. She never got that at home. She liked having her own mind, and just being able to curl up and wait the night out.

She had to wonder though, how many people in her class had really taken notice of the clues? Who had seen the teeth marks on her family? Who had seen the paw prints that would transition to human foot prints in the mud? Who had seen the moon? Who had put it all together and was on their way to discovering her secret? Pan could feel tears prickle behind her eyes and she picked herself up from the floor and lay down on the sofa before she slowly fell asleep.


"Pan? Pan, wake up!"

Pandora felt someone shaking her and as she opened her eyes, still tired, she looked around to see Hermione, through rather blurry vision. Hermione stood over her.

"Sorry to wake you, but it's seven and everyone will start coming down soon." Hermione explained, "I heard them last night too, I should have said something."

"S'not your fault." Pan said groggily as she sat up, "I came down here late, I just couldn't stand being in there, you know? I mean they'd stopped but..."

Hermione nodded, "I'm sorry, must be horrible."

The two girls nodded, Pan supposed Hermione was alright. She didn't normally spend that much time with any of the girls in her dorm, preferring the company of Seamus, Dean and Neville. They made her forget her problems at home. She enjoyed Dean telling her about different muggle things, which was actually the first way she ended up talking to Hermione. Dean had been in the middle of explaining movies to her when Seamus dragged him away, Pan wasn't finished and decided to find a book in the library. She'd spent hours reading but it didn't make sense when it was simply ink on paper, Hermione found her trying to make sense of it all and offered to explain it. Often when Dean had briefly mentioned a muggle thing and left it at that, Hermione would then explain for Pan, whether she had overheard or if Pan had sought her out.

Pan stood up and fixed the settee so it didn't look like anyone had slept down there. She thanked Hermione before making her way up to get ready; once her uniform was on and her bag was packed, Pan made her way to the great hall. At only half 7, there were very few students out but the house tables were still full of food for the early birds. Pan made her way down the table and sat down, helping herself to some juice for now. She had barely been sat there five minutes when she saw someone sit opposite her. Looking up, Pan saw Professor Lupin making himself a cup of tea. She knew he wanted to talk about the lesson yesterday.

"I was hoping to catch you alone." He started, "You don't mind if we talk, do you?"

Pan shook her head.

"About your boggart yesterday..."

She knew this was coming but her face paled. "It was nothing."

"Pan, it's alright. I know."

"Know? Know what?"

"Pan, I saw the clues." Remus kept his voice low, "The paw prints, the moon..."

"The teeth marks?"

He nodded, "I know, it's hard. I understand."

"No, you don't understand." She hissed at him. "You don't understand how hard it is. Worrying I might hurt someone, turning into a ...into a monster every fucking month. I'm a horrible creature, they tell me. A dirty little bastard...a monster...that..."

"You're not a monster, Pan." He insisted, so he was right. Her family wasn't treating her right. He now knew that they were verbally abusing her but he wasn't sure about the physical abuse yet. They had gotten into her head and made her believe she was disgusting. "Pan, you're not a monster. I know your kind, werewolves. You're not a monster."

"They say I am."

"You're not."

"How do you know?"

"You take the wolfsbane don't you? It means the wolf can't take over, you're in control. You're not a monster, you're a thirteen year old girl."

Pan gave him a small smile, "How do you know?"

Remus mirrored her smile, he knew what she was asking. "I can't explain it all now, Pan. Come to my office after your last class, and we'll speak more then."

She nodded.

"Until then," Lupin stood from his seat, "I think Miss Granger will keep you company."

Professor Lupin walked away as Hermione sat down next Pan. Hermione offered her a weak smile.

"You think I could sit with you in classes today?" Pan asked meekly, "I think the boys are going to be too much for me today."

Hermione nodded. She quite liked Pan, but she had always felt like the girl was hiding something away and it made her sad all the time. Hermione never quite knew how to go about it; but she agreed to sticking by Pan today. She didn't care if she had to talk about different muggle things all day, she would; she rather enjoyed how Pan's eyes would light up as she spoke about muggle films and sometimes when she had spoken about muggle books with Pan, she would lend them to her if she had brought them. Hermione knew Pan was sad, and enjoyed her company. Pan knew a lot about runes and magical creatures, the latter Hermione had trouble keeping up with. The two figured that somehow this may really kick start their friendship.


Sorry these chapters are so short!