Hello! This is the start of year two, beginning with Remus' summer. Thanks for the review and all the favorites and follows! I also want to say a special thank you to Snow6594 who will be translating this fanfic into Chinese!
Remus' summer was not all that great. She received many letters from her boys, and couldn't help but smile at each and every one of them. Sirius had somehow managed to get his hag of a mother to agree to let him go over to James' house, and it now seemed that James' mother was dead set on adopting the boy. Poor Peter could only send a letter once a month. His father was a drunkard and didn't allow owls in the house. Remus felt bad for him. All his letters seemed to have this rushed feeling, like he was writing in secret.
All the letters had one thing in common, though: atrocious handwriting. She was going to have to teach those guys some penmanship. She sent a letter each week, and they started out pretty happy. She was studying, which none o them found surprising, and she said that the "sick aunt" she had used as an excuse not to go to Harry's was steadily improving.
Then, it all took a turn for the worst. She woke up on the cold floor of the basement, hurting more than usual. She glanced down and almost screamed. Her stomach. Her stomach was torn open. She forced herself to try and keep her breath steady, but she was freaking out. She was bleeding too fast. She was going to die. Tears welled in her eyes, and the next thing she knew she was sobbing, screaming for her father. She kept screaming and screaming, but he never came to the door.
Remus managed to get up in a sitting position and wrapped some shreds of clothing and hay over her wound. It burned. Why had she tried to kill herself? Now wasn't the time for questions, though, she had to do something. That's when she remembered her wand. She had wrapped it up in the blanket because she liked to use it as a flashlight in the early mornings. But, she wasn't allowed to do magic outside of school.
This was an emergency. She screamed once more for her father, but no replies came. She crawled over to her compartment, and forced bile back down in her throat when she smelled something terrible. She grabbed her wand in a sticky, bloody hand, and sat back up against a wall. She did not know a healing spell strong enough, and she was, she was falling…unconscious.
Remus forced her head up and thought of the only powerful spell that she had read about in her Defense Against Dark Arts book. It was called the patronous spell, and all she had to do was think of a happy thought, so she thought of reading those letters, and she yelled out the words, "Expecto Patronum."
A silver light erupted from the end of her wand, and she fell against the wet stones.