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The five marauders

Chapter 31

Remus POV

Jamie did fall into a depression after all. If you can call this depression.

When I saw her the next day, her face was no longer tear stained but blank. Her eyes weren't red and puffy, but emotionless. Each time I called out to her, she just looked at me, and then carried on walking. We didn't proceed with our April Fool's prank, since it was Jamie's idea and it seemed wrong to do it without her, so April Fool's was kind of dull. I noticed she didn't eat anything and kept on disappearing. The next day in lessons she just sat with her head down, not doing any work. She hasn't spoken to anyone either, and I could see Sirius and James getting increasingly worried when she just ignored them all the time. They were snapping at anyone who would speak to them, and were bullying Snape and Peter worse then ever.

A week into her depression, as I walked back from a detention I got from Professor Sinistra (Long story), I found Jamie walking slowly down the seventh floor corridor with her head down. I walked up to her and put a hand on her shoulder. She looked at me, and for the first time I've truly seen how terrible she looked. She was deathly pale, there were dark bags under her eyes, which indicated how little she slept, and she was thinner then I remembered. In short, she looked just like she did after she was rescued from the death eaters.

She looked back down and carried on walking.

"Jamie," I said softly, but she ignored me.

"Jamie," I repeated, but she carried on walking.

"JEMMIA SAM WHITE!" I exclaimed, "I won't let you desert me or any of the other guys any longer!"

She stopped and waited for me to catch up with her.

Once I stood by her side, she took my hand and led me to stand in front of a blank wall.

"Give me a second," She said, her voice quiet and gruff from not using it for so long.

I nodded, and she started pacing three times in front of the wall.

Suddenly, a door appeared, and Jamie once more took my hand and pulled me through it.

The room was small and cozy, covered in Gryffindor colours. Jamie led me to sit on the little couch in front of the fire.

When we sat down, I put my arm around her, and she leaned into my chest. We stayed silent for a long while, and after about a minute I noticed my shirt was getting wet. Jamie was crying.

I put my other arm around the sobbing girl and pulled her onto my lap, letting her cry into my shoulder, whispering words of comfort.

She stopped crying after about five minutes, and she looked up at me with puffy eyes.

"T-They w-want to p-put me in-into an orphanage," She stuttered.

"Don't worry. We'll figure something out."

Jamie POV

I lost the will to live after learning that my parents were dead. It was even worse when my brothers told me that they will have to put me into an orphanage since according to some stupid wizard law they are too young and don't earn enough money to look after me.

I locked myself deep inside and ignored everything around me. I felt terribly guilty for what happened. I knew that if I wasn't so naïve to get lured into a trap, and if I was never kidnapped, my family wouldn't have become targets.

I almost didn't eat out of depression; I only occasionally snuck into the kitchens to get an apple or chocolate bar. Other then that, I spent most of my free time in the room of requirement, just sitting with a blank mind. I didn't sleep properly either; every time I managed to fall asleep, I'd be haunted by visions of my parents being tortured by hooded figures, and I'd always wake covered in a cold sweat after Lord Voldemort would deliver the final blow. Because of those dreams, I would only sleep three hours a night at max.

I was on my way to the Room of Requirement in my usual trance-like state, when I felt a gentle hand on my shoulder. I turned to look into the face of my best friend who I've ignored for the whole week.

I turned away and continued strolling down the corridor.

"Jamie," He said softly, but I pretended I didn't hear.

"Jamie," He said a little louder, but I just plain out ignored it.

"JEMMIA SAM WHITE," He bellowed and I halted. None of my friends have called me by my full name before, "I won't let you desert me or any of the other guys any longer."

I felt more guilt. So the guys think I've deserted them? Well… I have, haven't I? I forced back the tears that started to enter my eyes, and waited for Remus to catch up.

Once he joined my side, I gently took his hand, and started leading the way to the wall which hides the Room of Requirement.

"Give me a second," I said. My voice sounded much more hoarse from the lack of using it, and I'm sure that if I wasn't immune to pain, it would hurt to speak. I sighed inwardly. Why am I immune to physical pain, but not the mental pain and heart ache that the death of my parents caused?

I strolled three times in front of the black wall, thinking, I need a place to talk.

When the familiar door appeared, I once again took Remus' hand and pulled him into the room. I led him to the couch in front of the fire, and we both sat down. Straight away, his arm landed around my shoulders and I buried my face into his chest. I couldn't help but remember how I would often sit this way with my dad. My dead dad. I felt the tears come once again, but this time I didn't even try to hold them back. On the contrast, I forced them out, hoping that I might run out of tears and I wont have to cry ever again.

Remus must have noticed me crying, because he quickly and gently placed me on his lap, and let me burry my face into his shoulder. I didn't hear the words of comfort because I didn't listen. I brought every happy memory I could of my parents, and let them fill my head. After a while, the tears stopped, but I didn't shift from my position.

After another while, I finally looked up at Remus.

I wanted to tell him how terribly miserable I was, but I felt that it would just bring him down, and that was not something I wanted. I thought I should tell him that he should go to the other guys and have fun without me, but my selfish side didn't want that either. So I just said, or stuttered rather, what I was currently most worried and scared about…

"T-They w-want to p-put me in-into an orphanage."

"Don't worry. We'll figure something out," He assured, and stroked my hair.

I nodded and leaned my head on his shoulder.

"Where are we by the way?" He asked.

"The Room of Requirement."

"Really? I read about it."

"Cool."

We sat there talking for some time, until I finally managed to drift off to a much needed, dreamless sleep.

Well… It started of dreamless…

What I really dreamt of was a memory.

It was a fairly short one, but like some short dreams do, it somehow lasted the whole twelve hours that I was asleep.

I was in a shower, and I was thinking about how the soothing rhythm of water hitting my skin would let me concentrate on hard topics. I thought about the time I was kidnapped. How I went through more than many grown wizards all over the world. How I survived something even the most powerful witches were killed with. And I wasn't traumatised by any of it, after all. I thought about what if I never got out of that blasted room, and back among my family and friends. Would I be someone completely different? That I would no longer smile or laugh, but no. It wasn't like that. I managed to laugh and smile. After a while of thinking, I promised myself never to stop being myself, no matter what horrible thing happens.

I promised myself never to stop being myself, no matter what horrible thing happens.

Remus POV

It was around 9pm when Jamie fell asleep. She looked so peaceful and calm, that it brought a smile to my face. I carried on stoking her hair, and watched the girl, who was more of a sister then a friend, sleep.

I was glad to see that I managed to take most of her mind off her parents when we talked, so I wouldn't shut my mouth until she started drifting off to sleep. I followed her example less then ten minutes later.

I smiled when I woke up, since the first thing I saw when I did was Jamie, curled up on my lap with her head resting on my shoulder, sleeping peacefully. I couldn't remember the last time I've slept so peacefully. I stirred a bit, which must have woken her up. Not more then ten seconds later, her eyes fluttered open. She sent me a tiny half smile as she stood up and stretched.

"Morning Remus," She said with the small voice she spoke with yesterday.

"Morning Jamie," I said stretching, "I had the most curious dream."

She raised an eyebrow, "Oh?"

"Yeah! I was doing cartwheels on the school grounds while being chased by at least five monkeys and a green cow. Then the next moment, I was getting married to Snape."

She let out a tiny chuckle and her little half smile grew a fraction.

"I sometimes have these really realistic dreams which can completely freak me out. Like that one time I slept in James' bed because Sirius was being a dirty idiot, I had a dream that I was carrying this little baby and suddenly I heard an explosion and saw some house in ruins. Then when I was sleeping with Peter, I had this dream that I…" She stopped and her eyes grew wide, "Oh my God."

"What?"

"Remus, I need to talk to Dumbledore."

She sounded as if it was something of quite high importance, so I didn't argue.

"Come on then," I said and put my arm protectively around her as we exited the Room of Requirement.

"Miss White, Mr Lupin, How may I help you?"

It was the first time I've been to Dumbledore's office, and I couldn't help but gawk like a fish at the amazing collection of books and fascinate at the sight of the beautiful instruments.

"Sir, I'm incredibly sorry to disturb you, but I wanted to tell you about something," Jamie said quietly.

"Do proceed."

"Well… Some time ago, I had this horribly realistic dream where I was here in this office… And my brothers were here as well… And so was professor Brooke… And I ran out of the office and into… Some room… And… Well…" She stuttered, not knowing how to proceed.

"And the exact same thing happened the last time you were in my office?" Dumbledore concluded, a sad smile on his face, yet his eyes twinkled with excitement.

All Jamie did was nod.

Dumbledore looked at Jamie over his half-moon spectacles, and pointed for us to take a seat in front of his desk.

When we did so, he asked, "Have you been having any other dreams that were as realistic as that one?"

"A few," She replied, looking up into the eyes of the professor, "Why am I having these dreams sir?"

"I'm not sure if by any chance you have ever heard of Clarence Freeman?"

She shook her head, but I replied, "I have sir. He was one of the greatest seers of the 1600s."

"That's right, Mr Lupin," Dumbledore said, still looking at Jamie, "And do you, by any chance, know how he foretold the future?"

I stretched my mind as I tried to remember what I read about the famous seer last year, "He could usually tell the future like most other seers: Through tea dregs, crystal balls, Astrology, horoscope charts, and occasional day-time visions, but his most accurate and frequent visions were the ones that he… dreamt."

I looked at Jamie, who was staring at me with wide eyes and slightly open mouth. So was she too, a seer?

Jamie voiced my question, and the two of us looked back at the headmaster.

"It is highly possible, since I am strongly positive that you are related to Clarence Freeman by blood," He replied.

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