I really don't know about keeping this going...I have more chapters typed up but the lack of response bothers me.
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So the school year went on as before, classes were the same as before but something was different. I began to notice little things about Lys, the way she would have bags under her eyes some days, the way she would purposefully wear long sleeves to cover a bruise, and things like that. I realized that despite my promise to her I was more concerned than before, but we were also getting closer so I knew that no matter what I didn't want to lose her, ever.
Before anybody had known what had happened it was closing in on Christmas Holiday, for most people a quite joyful time of year. Lys and I were sitting in the common room one night as it began to clear out and she had looked like she was in deep thought. I looked over at her; I moved a stray piece of hair from her face to behind her ear.
"What's on your mind?" I asked quietly. I didn't want to remove her from her thoughts but I wanted to make sure she was alright. I noticed how the fire illuminated her features making her look extraordinarily stunning even though it was the end of the day and she would have never accepted looking anything above tired.
"Hmm…" She said being removed from her thoughts; she looked over at me and smiled softly, placing a gentle kiss on my cheek. "…Oh, nothing, just thinking about things." She said quietly.
"Like…" I asked curiously even though she wouldn't have to tell me for me to know what it was about. I kept my arms around her protectively as we talked, gazing at the fireplace.
"I'm worried about my treatments over this holiday." She admitted. "I mean I don't know why, I've done it before, but I always get worried around the holidays." She finished, but even as she said this I knew that that was not the only thing she was worried about, though she wouldn't tell me yet.
"Lys, everything is going to be fine." I said reassuringly. Even though I had no idea what it was going to be like I still wanted her to feel better. I always wanted Lys to feel better because if she was feeling better than I would be feeling better.
"I appreciate that Remus, I really do." She said softly but not quite convincingly.
"But…" I finished off her thought for her, hoping I wasn't over stepping my boundaries.
"But…you don't know the side effects or anything like that and I am worried that it's going to bother you. You have been so good to me these past few months and I'm worried that this may be your breaking point. I'm just worried about that." She said quietly.
"Lys, it's not going to bother me in the least. Yes seeing you in any type of pain will not be easy for me but if this is what it takes for you to be better then I am going to be right next to your side the whole time. This won't tear us apart, love, it will only bring us together." I said truthfully.
"You are too good to me." She said softly. I could feel her lean into me slightly, something, I learned, she did when she was starting to relax, her nonchalant sign to me that she was feeling better, feeling protected.
"You make it easy for me." I said into her ear. I remember staying there for a moment, inhaling the scent of her hair and just enjoying the moment. My arms around her, the firelight, nothing could have changed the way I felt that night. She turned her head towards me and we kissed long and passionately.
It was hard concentrating on anything else the week leading up to the Christmas Holiday. I knew that Lys was also thinking about nothing else though I was still concerned that she was only worrying about me and how I would hand it. We had it all planned out that I would stay at her house for the holiday. I didn't want to be away from her for a day, especially with her treatments and everything. My parents had long been deceased so it was not a problem; I usually spent holidays at the school. Everything had seemed to work its self out and before I knew it we were on the train heading back towards London.
Once we were on the train, Lys and I had gotten a compartment to our selves, not only was it not quite as full as the train was in September we were seventh years and no matter what you may hear, seniority always rules. I had been sitting next to the window and Lys was next to me, her legs curled up at her side and her head on my shoulder. My arm was protectively around her, staying silent for awhile just treasuring each other's company. She looked up at me after awhile.
"Are you alright?" She asked quietly. I knew that she was worried about how I would handle her state during her treatments, I'm not sure if she was worried that I would be as bad as to actually break up with her, but I knew that would never be the case. I nodded my head.
"I'm fine, why?" I asked looking down at her, trying to play off her nerves so she wasn't so bad.
"I dunno, I just thought I would ask to make sure." She said looking out the window as the scenery went zipping by, blanketed in white and ice. I kissed the top of her head softly.
"Everything is going to be fine, love." I said soothingly. Lys nodded still looking out the window. I didn't pursue the topic any more then that. I just held her close.
There was little conversation on the train ride. Before long I felt it start to slow down I was a little nervous but didn't show that emotion to Lys. I had realized that despite her not wanting me to have to put a brave face for her I still did. It was not something I prided myself on doing but I could not help it. I never wanted to hurt her; I wanted to be strong for her. I looked down at her and smiled reassuringly.
"Ready?" I asked her quietly. She nodded and leaned up, kissing me softly for a few moments. Naturally I did not pull away from this welcome embrace.
"Thank you for being so understanding." She said to me as she pulled away. I shook my head slightly.
"No problem, Lys, you know I would do anything for you." I said honestly looking into her ice blue eyes softly.
Once we exited the train we found her parents waiting on the platform. They looked like nice people and once I met them there was no doubt about it that they were. I watched as Elizabeth, Lys' mother, embrace her daughter tightly. Travis, Lys' father, also hugged his daughter, slightly lifting her off the ground. I waited, not wanting to interrupt their time together. Lys pulled away from her father and looked from him to me, smiling.
"Mum, Dad, this is Remus, Remus this is my mum, Elizabeth and my dad, Travis." She said politely. Travis extended his hand and I took it, shaking it with confidence I didn't know I had.
"Nice to meet you sir," I said with a nod of my head. Before I knew what hit me, Elizabeth had her arms around me and was hugging me.
"Mum!" I heard Lys say sounding embarrassed. Elizabeth pulled away but still was gripping my shoulders.
"Well, Lys he is very handsome and polite…" I felt my face start to burn up; thankfully Lys was there to save me.
"Honestly mum we weren't even off the train two seconds and you're already embarrassing him! You have the entire week to do that to both of us!" She just shook her head smirking slightly.
"I'm just happy that you're happy dear." Her mum said smiling. "Your father and I have to go do some shopping in Diagon Alley for a little, you two are more than welcome to go back to the house." She said honestly
"Alright that sounds good, Remus and I are going to the house we'll meet you there later, after you have found head and successfully put it back on straight." She said teasingly. She smiled back at her father. "Bye dad, you know what my trunk looks like and Remus' should be right next to mine, could you just send it off to the house?"
"I can do that. Bye, sweetie, bye Remus." Travis said with a nod and a smile.
"Bye mum, I'll see you later." Lys said grinning.
"Bye Lys, Remus, it was nice meeting you. See you back at the house later." Elizabeth said smiling, seemingly not fazed by what Lys had said before, and then I realized she must be use to her joking nature. I smiled and soon realized Lys and I were apperating back to her house; where we would be alone for a while.