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Moments with the Marauders
Werewolf- A person who changes for periods of time into a wolf, typically when there is a full moon.
There was no need to say that Remus Lupin was surprised when Lily Evans plopped down next to him and told him that she knew he was a werewolf.
"Werewolf, lycanthrope, child of the moon. Whatever you want to call it, it doesn't matter to me." Lily told Remus firmly.
"B-but how did you figure it out?"
"Now, that question is just insulting my intelligence. You're gone every full moon as well as the days before and after."
Remus raised his eyebrows, and Lily grinned.
"You also gave the excuse that your grandmother was sick once when I know for a fact that both of your grandmothers are long gone."
Remus mentally slapped himself. That was a rookie mistake.
"It's okay Remus, I don't care." Lily said reassuringly.
"But I do."
"Get a grip Remus. Not everyone is prejudiced." Lily rolled her eyes.
Remus narrowed his eyes at her. "You're weird."
"Right back at you."
"Most people would be running for the hills by now." He continued.
"I'm not most people."
"You really don't care that I'm a… Werewolf?" Remus said the last word in a low whisper.
"Of course not. Hey, does this mean that you eat doggy biscuits?"
Remus suddenly looked amused. "No, that's Sirius."
Lily frowned. "Well there goes my Christmas present to you."
War- A state of armed conflict between different nations or states or different groups within a nation or state.
"And Miss Evans, if you could patrol the area around The Three Broomsticks, then that would be greatly appreciated. Miss Aves can show you the ropes." Dumbledore said to Lily Evans.
"Why are you even here? You don't know death. Pain. War. Not like the rest of us." Diana Aves, a former Ravenclaw who was 3 years older than the Marauders and Lily, said to Lily.
James Potter, Lily's fiancée frowned. "Hey, Di, that was uncalled for."
Lily put her hand on James' arm. "No, no, it's fine, James." She stood up. "You think that I don't know pain? You think that I don't know war, or death? Well you're wrong."
"Miss Evans-" Dumbledore started to say something, but Lily talked over him.
"I was forced to watch as my parents were murdered. By Deatheater's. After that, my sister- my own sister- refused to take me into her home. She blamed me for our parents' death. And to be honest, I blamed me too."
"Lily-" James interrupted,
"No, James. She deserves to hear this. A few weeks ago, in Hogsmeade, where we're supposed to be safe, I was attacked. Have you ever been hit with the Cruciatus curse, Diana? I have. It hurts. Like a thousand hot knives are stabbing into your skin. Would you like to say again that I don't know war? That I haven't felt loss or pain? Think again."
"Lily-" Diana tried to butt in, but Lily wouldn't let her.
"Just because you got scratched by a werewolf, does notmean that you know anythingabout war." Lily spun sharply and apparated away with a crack, leaving an awkward silence behind her.
Ooh, Lily gets angsty. She's turning into a 15 year old Harry.
Sorry for the late update, I only just finished the chapter *Cue sheepish look* and I'm still not sure about Werewolf. I was going to do Sirius and Remus after the whole Whomping Willow incident, but then I didn't… Hope you enjoyed anyway R&R!
Love,
Silvs
