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Guys, sorry i kept you waiting so long! I mean, MONTHS. I hope this will make it up to you, and I promise, that this isnt the end of my little story. thanks x
Severus watched the Hogwarts' medi-witch with a worried gaze as she attended to his godson. He knew that Lucius had been tough on the boy, but to such an extreme? He pinched the bridge of his nose; an attempt to control his anger. To not have noticed that his own godson was in such pain... In his eyes, it was unforgivable.
"Severus," Poppy said softly, pulling him out of his reverence. "I've managed to stabilise his condition. He'll need a few days rest. I've left some potions on the bedside table if they become necessary. We will have to get Albus to have a better look at Mr. Malfoy's mental health, and perhaps counselling would be an appropriate option." She looked at Draco and brushed some of his hair out of his bruised looking eyes.
"Thank you Poppy, I am aware that you have performed to the best to your abilities." Severus said, a rare sincere note in his voice.
She gave him a small smile: "I am always here for a student in need." Severus returned her smile slightly before she bustled out of the bedroom, leaving Severus alone with Draco.
Severus sat lost in thought for the better part of an hour. On one hand, he was murderous that Remus had turned his godson into a werewolf. On the other, he was grateful that Draco had been taken out of that godforsaken Manor. He sympathised with him, as his childhood had not been one of the most fortunate either. Where Draco was rich, Severus was poor. Both their fathers had abused them until they passed out with drunkenness, or tired of the screams and the tears of a helpless child.
He jolted out of his seat, so immersed in his own thoughts that he was surprised to hear a timid knock coming from the door. He eyed it warily before drawing his wand behind his back and slowly opening the dark wooden door.
He was greeted by the sight of long auburn hair and sea blue eyes. He almost sneered at the young witch, but her expression of true concern stopped him. He gestured for her to come in, while conjuring a comfy black armchair at the other side of the bed. She sat down, and stared at Draco in such a way that was sure to unnerve him had he been awake. She brushed away the same strand of hair as Poppy did with a shaking hand.
"What did Madam Pomfrey say?" She asked quietly.
As Severus repeated the school nurses words, Ginny never took her eyes off of Draco. She looked at him so intently that Severus was starting to believe she could see right into his mind.
After he had finished, Ginny nodded slightly, so he knew that she had heard his words. She may not particularly like Draco, but not even he deserved to be treated in such a way from his parents. It was at this moment she realised that all of his arrogance and cruel sneers were just the facade of a broken child.
Just as Severus was beginning to think she was planning on staying there permanently, she abruptly stood up and mumbled something about going back to bed, leaving Severus mystified and confused by the young girl's actions.
Remus flooed into Grimmauld Place during the early hours of the morning. Having recounted the current events in detail to the Headmaster for over an hour, he was weary and thoroughly sleep deprived.
As he slowly trudged up the creaking stairs, he paused outside a door. In the room beyond it there was the light of a candle, which flickered tenderly across the walls. He hesitated before opening the door, and he discovered Draco lying unconscious on the bed and Severus with his head on the side of it and snoring softly.
He smiled tiredly, before heading towards the spare room that he was occupying. He quickly changed into his pyjamas and barely found the time to pull the quilt around him before he drifted off into an exhausted, well-needed sleep.
He was dying.
Remus looked around him, everything was on fire. Bodies, piled on top of each other, exuding the awful decay and stench of long-dead corpses. He wondered why he wasn't joining the deceased.
A battle cry echoed across the skiy, which he recognised as the howl of a wolf. He tried to find the beast, but could see nothing but fire and bodies. Anguish swept over him. He knew that everyone he knew and loved was dead.
He fell to the ground. Why does he live, while others do not? Their lives were worth ten more than his even mattered. Harry, Sirius, The entire Weasley Clan. Turned to ash.
Tonks, he thought heartbreakingly. That achingly beautiful woman that he will never – could never – have. Anger burned through his veins, as hot as the fire scorching his skin around him.
The wolf howled once more and he twirled around, his eyes desperately searching for it – friend or foe. Eventually, he realised that the wolf was not on the ground as he was. He gazed up at the tip of the highest cliff he had ever seen and with his enhanced werewolf eyesight, he saw the most beautiful creature in the history of mankind.
A pure white wolf stood proudly upon the jagged cliff, and howled once more. It appeared to be glowing brilliantly in the full moon. Its sparkling grey eyes shone with unshed tears as it glared mournfully at the moon. Suddenly, Remus' pain seemed slight compared to the agony the wolf was going through. It continued to howl its pain, a pain that pierced through his entire being.
Suddenly, he heard a high, cold mocking laughter coming from behind him. He turned slowly, fearing what was there.
A monstrosity of a man stood on a mountain of burning bodies, but he was somehow protected from the licking flames. He leered manically at Remus with his terrifying blood red eyes.
"This is the end, Remus," he hissed, snake-like in demeanour. "This is what becomes of your precious world. Death and destruction is all that is seen and heard. You were all fools of the highest order to think you could stop me; for I cannot be stopped." At that, he cackled once more and Remus was enveloped in raging fires of death.
Remus woke up sweating and panting. He grabbed his wand from under the pillow and conjured a glass with water, which he gulped down as if his throat was on fire. Putting the glass down, he went over the memory of tonight's dream, and shivered violently.
It seemed, that although every part of the dream had been a nightmare, there was one thing that horrified him the most. It was that behind, Voldemort's shoulder, was the head of a very much still alive Ginny Weasley, screaming silently, in the hope that someone would hear her desperate cries...
Troubled by such dampening thoughts, Remus drank some Dreamless Sleep potion from the bedside drawer, and despite drinking it, had a fitful sleep full of fire and a lone wolf howling into the night sky...
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