Eyes. Said to be the windows to the soul, were you see if someone's lying, if someone means what they say, if they truly care. Both beautiful and ugly, eyes can show and mean so many things. They show you truths and lies, love and hate, anger and joy. Graced with gorgeous bright blues, I never really had any trouble getting my points across and expressing everything I wanted, good or bad. Remus' eyes were a smooth, delightful, trusting brown, a colour I had trouble imagining anger hiding in.
But his brown was different then the brown I now saw before me. They were dark, almost black, and filled with so many secrets and silent threats that I couldn't focus on just one part of them. They were also the first thing I saw when I woke up, scared and confused.
Almost immediately, my mind started swirling around information like a tornado, mixing up what I knew and what I needed to find out.
Where am I? Where is Remus? Who is standing so close to me that all I can see is their eyes, and when was the last time they brushed their teeth?
Ignoring the rancid smell filling my senses, I instinctively reached for my wand, only to be greeted with a sharp pain in my wrist. Twisting and turning my hands, I was getting nowhere. The distinct feeling of braided, itchy rope rubbed against my skin, and I gave up trying.
The mystery person in front of me laughed, and I flinched away from them, more like I flinched away from the smell of their breath.
"Scared, mutt?"
The familiar voice was like nails on a chalkboard to me, cutting through my ears and head, only adding to the building headache quickly creeping up on me.
I pulled myself together though and mustered up as much sarcasm as I could in that moment.
"Scared? Fuego, really? Scared? More like sickened- sickened by the revolting scent of your breath. Ever heard of mints?"
Snarling, he swung back a hand a smacked me across the face, causing black and white spots to cloud my vision. Blood slowly rolled down my cheek, causing Fuego to simply laugh.
I used that time to quickly take in my surroundings, noticing as many things as possible.
Tied to a wooded chair by scratchy, slightly fraying rope, I was in what looked like an interrogation room from a dramatic movie or a cheesy crime show. In front of me was a long wooden table, and on the other side Fuego was sitting in an identical chair to mine, minus the ropes. Behind him was a mirror, or, what I was guessing, was one of those one-way windows that was made by special glass and a trick of the lights. Who knows how many people were watching me right now? One? Tens? Maybe none?
Next to the window was a pretty solid looking door, and I was almost positive it was looked. That definitely wasn't an escape route.
Coming back to the moment, I smiled at Fuego. Might as well put on a show for any witnesses that may or may not be watching right now.
"So. What's the point of trapping me in here, huh? Personal amusement? Something to gain? Information?"
"Silly girl- I just want to talk!"
"Talk? Sorry, but I'm not really up for a chat unless there's tea involved."
Slamming his hands down on the chestnut table, he snapped, "Shut it, filthy pup, I'm in control here."
I rolled my eyes but kept quiet all the same.
"I want to ask you a couple questions."
"Well ask away- It's not like I have all day... Oh wait."
"Sometimes you really make me want to smack you."
"Been there done that, buddy." I blew up my cheek causing the drop of blood to cruise farther down the side of my face.
Sighing, he continued anyway, "I wanted to know a few more things about being a Pure-Breed werewolf, starting with the name. Shouldn't it really be Pure-Bred werewolves, not Pure-Breeds?"
"Really? You really want to talk about ancient grammar now?" I raised an eyebrow, and if my arms were free, I would have crossed them.
"Well, I suppose that's good for another time... But you aren't denying being Pure-Breed?" He crossed his legs, getting comfy in his chair. I did a silent prayer that the chair would fall backwards onto the floor.
"Obviously not. You already know that, so I don't really see the point."
"And you change into a wolf every full moon, correct?"
"Yup." I popped the 'p', "And it hurts like hell every time."
"I see. Now, can you describe what, let's say 'special talents', comes with being a Pure-Breed?"
"Super speed, strength, the ability to howl at the top of my lungs every month, you know, the usual. Shouldn't you know all this? You are the 'expert' after all."
Smirking, he said, "Well I thought it might be nice for you to explain it all for our little audience."
Audience? So there people behind the shining mirror across the room. I put on a showgirl smile and winked right at it. And the show goes on.
"Alright, so now I've got to know - you haven't asked about your little boy toy since you woke up. Aren't you worried?"
"Wouldn't you like to know? Unless you haven't noticed, I'm not really about to go into detail about feelings and crap. I'm not about to show you any weaknesses. That would be awfully stupid of me, wouldn't it?"
"Hmmm. I suppose. But I'd like to here you say "Where is he?" Go on. Say it."
Suspicious, I opened my mouth, "Now, I don't quite get what you're playing at here, but-"
He was out of his seat in milliseconds, one hand slammed down in front of me, one shot straight straight to my head, pulling at my hair. I tried hard to keep quiet, but I let out a little cry when I felt some hair being yanked out.
"Just. Say. It." He was practically whispering, specks of spit hitting my nose and cheek.
"Where is he?" I breathed, almost inaudible.
"Louder!" He shouted, more spit assaulted my already bleeding and bruised face.
"Where is he?" I spoke at a normal volume now, desperately wishing he would remove his fingers from my hair.
"Louder!" He yelled, tearing at the strands of brown again.
Screaming, I let a single tear leak out, "Where is he!?" I sobbed, the was welcomed with a small relief as he removed his hand from my head.
"There's a good girl." He leaned back again. "Now, just to confirm, you are indeed a Pure-Breed werewolf, most likely the only one left, yes?"
"Yes." I sniffled. Why was he asking me all these stupid things? I just want to go home and sleep. Sleep for hours and hours, sleep this whole event away until it's just a dream in the back of my conscious.
"Well then. Here's your precious boy." Snapping his fingers, light filled the room behind the mirror, making both room equal in lighting.
Behind what was once a meaningless mirror was now my Remus, who means everything, sitting and tied to a similar chair to mine, the mouth I've kissed so many times before now gagged with a slightly dirty looking rag.
And from here, I could still see the tears shining in his trusting brown eyes, and all I could see was the sting of betrayal.
He had heard everything I'd said, and the guilt hurt my heart.
"Remus!" I cried, "Remus, I'm sorry! I'm so so sorry!" Tears were now streaming down my face and I saw him look away from me.
"Please! Remus, please, I didn't mean to hurt you, I-"
"Oh boo hoo" Fuego snapped his fingers again and the lights in Remus' room went dark once again.
"Wasn't that lovely? No? Alright then." He clapped his hands and called, "Alright! Come get her now!"
The door on I saw earlier swung open and one of the men from earlier walked in and over to my chair.
I was ready to give up, and I almost did. What did I have left to fight for? I had no family, my friends would surely all hate me after this, and once Remus tells them about this, I could never go back to Hogwarts. Remus would definitely never speak to me again, and that broke my heart. But I definitely deserved this. All of it.
Like I said, I almost gave up, right then and there.

Almost.