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REMUS POV:

Platform 9¾ was as busy as usual, but times had changed. There was no concealing the black bags and new lines of worry on the parents' faces. There was no disguising how vigorously they hugged their children; not letting them out of their sight.

Voldemort and his Death Eaters had dramatically influenced the Wizarding World. The Senior Undersecretary to the Minister of Magic had been tortured for information and killed in his own home last night. Death Eaters, of course. It had terrified the Wizarding population. If someone with such a high status of protection had been killed, what would prevent them from doing the same to their small, insignificant families?

I watched a little sadly as Amy wrapped her arms around her mum. Her mother clutched on to Amy as tightly as possible, reluctant to let go. Both of them had tears in their eyes. The absence of her father stuck out like a sore thumb.

James flew over to his elderly parents and already had them chuckling about one of our latest pranks. They didn't linger long, Mr Potter had a Muggle taxi waiting for them and they left within minutes.

Peter had left with his parents already. Pete's parents were nervous people and rarely left the house unless absolutely necessary these days. Nobody blamed them.

Sirius stood behind me, delaying the moment that he would leave the safety of Platform 9¾ and enter his personal Azkaban, complete with Dementor (Walburga Black) that was 12 Grimmauld Place. Even his younger brother Regulus was planning to join the Dark side. Aged ten and he was already taken with the idea of wiping out muggle-borns and half-bloods. It sickened Sirius. He didn't even acknowledge Regulus by his first name anymore.

They left one by one and I sat down on my battered trunk to wait for my parents. I carefully unfolded the map.

"I solemnly swear that I am up to no good".

Messrs Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, Prongs & Miss Faolan are proud to present the Marauders Map.

Nobody seemed aware of the fact that I had Amy's nickname ready within seconds. I had it picked out ever since we saw her Corpeal Patronus. Faolan: Irish for 'little wolf'. Her father had used to call her that. Maybe I would tell her some day. Maybe I wouldn't.

It was no surprise that my Patronus was a wolf, but for Amy's to match. I didn't dare to hope that we belonged together, but every day I noticed something new about.

I saw the way that her long, luscious chocolate hair cascaded down to her waist in perfect waves. The small smatter of freckles across her nose and the two lonely freckles on her left hand. The bright amber colour of her eyes, how startlingly yellow they turned at the Full Moon. The way she tilted her head back when she was truly in hysterics laughing, showing off pearly white teeth or the way she smirked when she was only amused. I acknowledged the way her left eye twitched ever so slightly when she lied.

I watched her nibble at the end of her quill during Transfiguration and tap her wand against her thigh when she became bored. I hid a grin when I realised she always ran up the stairs, taking two steps at a time even when she had a bag full of books on her back.

Her passion for Defence Against the Dark Arts was evident, as was her natural ability. That time when she had flipped through the air, tumbled, ducked and still managed to hit Sirius straight in the nose with a vile Bat Bogey Hex was still fresh in my memory.

Her patronus patrolled my dreams. I would be in the Shrieking Shack, my body quivering as the light of the Full Moon crept into my bloodstream, awaking and unleashing the monster within me. My muscles and bones would snap, twist and mould me into a new frame. A body that no matter how many times I transformed into it would always feel foreign. I would be about to take the first chunk out of my own flesh when a silvery light would enter the room. A wolf would chase after me, jump over me, hide from me, nip me, play with me. I would play back, all thoughts of self-harm gone. And then, in the morning-she would kiss me.

That was when I realised that I was in love with Amy Griffon, but nobody knew, and they never would.