Just a little snippet I thought of while I was bored. Enjoy!

I haven't seen him in months. Months of agonizing pain and heartache. I never wanted to leave him, but how could I tell him the truth? How was I supposed to tell him what happened and then expect him to love me through it when I couldn't even love myself? Now he's here and I still don't think I'll be able to look at him and say it. After all, how are you supposed to tell the most incredible and perfect person you know that you're a monster?

This all started five months ago during the walk home from meeting up with Fabian and Gideon. Being out so late was my first mistake. Cutting through the woods was my second, and doing so on a full moon was my third. While on the trail through the woods, I could hear the wind through the trees and the bushes rustling. It was a peaceful moment to think. Tomorrow I will go see Remus and bring him some new books. He was sick again and couldn't meet up at our normal spot. Remus was almost always sick and despite knowing that there is likely more to it, I decided to leave it be. He'll tell me the truth on his own time and I want to respect that.

The loud snap of a branch startled me out of my thoughts. I looked around, the unconscious smile that had formed from thinking about Remus vanishing. I almost asked who was there before remembering that this was how people always died in horror movies. Instead, I sped up my pace toward the edge of the trees. Only around 15 meters from the open sky something large hit my back and knocked me to the ground. I screamed in pain and what felt like dozens of knives clamped onto my left shoulder. Sobbing, I prayed for it to end soon, and for a moment it did. The pressure on my shoulder relieved, only to then clamp onto my left hip. I could feel my blood run hot down my body from the wounds. It was then that I thought this would be how I died.

There was no way that I was going to let this creature take my life so easily. I flung back my right elbow and screamed louder hoping someone might hear. My elbow hit the creature but it didn't seem to do anything but make it more angry. I don't know how much longer I layed there as it took bite after bite, as it ripped through bone and flesh, before someone came. I was hardly conscious when I heard incoherent shouting. I saw several lights stream past me to hit the large beast before it gave up, letting me go, and running off back into the forest. I let out a wet sob as someone started trying to apply pressure to the bleeding.

" Don't worry," he said. " It's going to be okay. We've got you."

I don't remember anything after that until waking up in St. Mungos. From there I was told that a werewolf had attacked me on my walk and that the men who saved me were some aurors on their way home from a celebratory night at the heard my screams and ran to find me half dead. The healers told me if I had been found any later I would probably be dead. I don't know if that would be worse. My parents haven't looked at me the same since it happened. I was forced to register with the Ministry and ended up staying home from Hogwarts the next year. Every letter I got from my friends was put in a box under my bed and never replied to. None of them know what happened and I don't want that to change.

Some days feel better than others. Today I looked in the mirror and couldn't help but wonder how I was supposed to heal with the reminders all over my body. Along with the bites on my left shoulder and hip, I had others on my right ribs, thigh, and calf. Not to mention the claw marks going diagonally across my collarbone. The self-inflicted scars weren't as bad. Just some lighter scars on my cheeks and stomach. The scars on my face always reminded me of Remus. The only difference was that his scars suited him, made him look more rugged, whereas mine simply looked out of place and gnarly. At least during this time it was easier to cover my face. Nobody questions why you have a scarf wrapped so high when it's freezing outside.

" Calista, someone is at the door for you!" my mother shouted.

" Me?" I asked.

" Yes darling, that would be why I called for you!"

" Alright! I'm coming!"

I threw on a shirt and some leggings before going to the door. Checking who it is through the peep-hole, I drew in a deep breath. Standing there at my door was Remus. I thought about simply walking away until his voice rang through the wood separating us.

" I know you're in there Cali. Please just let me in," he pleaded.

Closing my eyes tightly I opened the door. Opening my eyes and seeing him again right in front of me made me want to hold him and cry. To tell him everything that had happened and find comfort in his arms. Only, I knew that would not happen. I would instead be cast aside and while I doubt Remus would spread my secret there would then be a chance of him telling blabbermouth Potter or loose-lipped Black. I gave him a moment to take in my appearance as I took in his. Then, I let him in. We walked in silence to my bedroom. Only after I closed the door did he start talking.

" Cali," he breathed. " Where have you been? You never showed up at my place and you didn't show up to school. Then when we write to you there's no response. What happened?"

" It's none of your business Remus. Look, I'm sorry I ignored all of you but I just can't talk to you right now okay?"

" No, not okay. Do you know how worried I was? You're my girlfriend and all of a sudden you cut off contact with no explanation whatsoever. You can't just do that. I have been going out of my mind asking everyone I know if they'd heard from you."

" Why do you care?"

" What?" he asks, his brows furrowing.

" Why do you care so much about me?"

" Because you are the most beautiful, kind, amazing person I have ever met. You love me through everything and even though you know I have secrets you never once pried into them. When I'm around you I can just be myself."

" What if I changed? What if I'm horrid now?"

A tear streamed down my face and his hand came up to my cheek as his thumb brushed it away.

" Love, I don't think you know how to be horrid."

" I don't deserve you."

" Why would you ever think that?"

When he asked that question all logic flew out of my head. I pulled off my shirt and his eyes immediately flew to my scars.

" Because of these," I finally said.

" Are those-"

" Yeah. I made the mistake of walking through the woods on a full moon."

" Cali.." he trailed off.

" I know they're disgusting, trust me."

Instead of responding he just pulled off his shirt and revealed his own scars. The large bit on his left torso mirroring mine.

" You're-"

" Yeah."

" When?"

" Just before I turned five."

" Remus I-"

" I always hated my scars. But then you came along and you would always tell me how incredible the scars on my face looked. I wanted to tell you where they came from every day, but I was scared you would run."

" Sounds like we were both scared of the same thing."

" Seems so."

I looked into his eyes and realized that he was my mirror. We were two pieces of the same picture and I would never have to be ashamed of what I was with him. I stepped toward him and cupped his face in my hands. He looked down at me and we both leaned in. Our lips brushed against each other and I pulled back.

" Who would've thought that this would happen to us?"

Remus let out a breathy laugh before pulling me back in for another kiss. I wish I could say that our lives were great after that, but unfortunately not everyone can live through a war. It makes sense that it was me though. He was always so much stronger than I was. Leaving him alone in this world was the hardest thing I ever did, but I know that living after losing so many people he had loved was even harder.

Didn't think it was gonna go that direction when I started writing. Hope you enjoyed! Leave a review!