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A Wolf's Soul	By : sinfulsanctuary Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Het - Male/Female Views: 2410 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Fourteen – Knowing Each Other

Remus and I sat down in the grass behind the Shrieking Shack, with view over the train tracks, the forest and the hills. We were hidden from the view of anyone in Hogsmeade, were they to glance this way.

We sat close enough to each other so I could feel his aura around me, feel the warmth from him radiating towards me. And if I wanted to move my left leg just a quarter of an inch it would touch his. Our hands were right next to each other in the grass as we leant backwards. I closed my eyes and revelled in the burning sun and the feeling of Remus next to me.

After a few moments in silence he began to tell me the story about Sirius Black and what had happened that last night at Hogwarts. How he had been best friends and Marauders with Sirius Black, James Potter and Peter Pettigrew. How they had become Animagi to keep him company during the full moons and made the Marauder's Map together. How after school James and Lily Potter had gone into hiding with a Secret Keeper they all thought was Sirius. Then how the Secret Keeper had betrayed James and Lily and gotten them killed by the hands of Voldemort. Their son, Harry Potter, had survived and was taken away to live with relatives of Lily. Then Sirius had allegedly killed Peter and a bunch of Muggles.

Remus had lived all those years since alone, having lost all his best friends, not being able to hold down a proper job. Being all alone at the full moon, taking care of himself afterwards.

It hurt me more than I thought possible to hear him talk about it.

He continued with telling how he had found out that Peter was still alive, realising that maybe the situation with Sirius wasn't like he had always thought. And then he had followed Harry Potter, Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley to the Whomping Willow and the Shrieking Shack. There he met Sirius and they both exposed Peter as Ron's pet rat, after Professor Snape had tried to stop them both, believing both Remus and Sirius worked for Voldemort.

Once they had come out of the Shrieking Shack again, the moon had come out, forcing Remus to transform. Peter had transformed too, into the rat, and escaped. Sirius and Harry had almost been Kissed by the Dementors, but apparently Professor Snape had saved them. Sirius had been locked away, but then Harry and Hermione had saved him, and now he was off Merlin knows where, hiding from the Ministry.

"So Sirius never was the 'notorious mass murderer' the press and everyone else made him out to be..." I concluded as more of a statement, than a question.

"Peter had been the betrayer all along, going to Voldemort for years. That's probably where he is now, searching for his precious master." There was an incredible bitterness in his words.

"It's a little bit hard to believe, after so many years of being fed one story. But I trust you to not lie to me."

"I'm a terrible liar, always been. So you would know if I lied," he laughed.

"Now that I can believe. And you're too nice to lie just for the fun of it."

Suddenly he was serious, turning around and looking directly at me, a frown on his face. "But how do you know? How can you know if I'm nice? We haven't had that much time to get to know each other, yet you seem to trust me almost blindly. You know I'm a werewolf, you've seen me after a change, you've heard me rampaging through the Forbidden Forest, you know how dangerous I can be. I could kill you now, or I could seek you out during a full moon and maul you. Why do you trust me like this?"

I looked into his amber eyes, seeing his insecurities. "I-I don't know. I just do, I guess. Dumbledore trusted you enough to let you teach his students. If you'd want to harm me or anyone else you'd have done so already. You've had plenty of chances throughout the school year. I even went voluntarily into your office three times, but I have nothing but lovely memories from those moments. I've just been drawn towards you, I couldn't control it. It feels like it's an instinct to trust you."

I saw that he sucked those words in like a hungry child.

"And I don't think my Patronus would be inspired by someone who wanted to hurt me," I finished.

Remus smiled now, wide and genuinely. "Yes, your Patronus. That has to mean something."

"Is it normal to love you Patronus as much as I do?" I asked.

"I think a lot of people care deeply for their Patronuses. It is a part of who you are and something that protects you in one of the direst situations you can come across." That came out in his business like Professor-voice. It was fun how he did that sometimes.

"You do realise it's because of you I care so much about it?" It was my turn to be serious now.

"Me?" he asked.

I nodded. "As far as I understand, that Patronus is you. And when I'm not with you I have an urge to produce it, just so I can feel that you are near. I haven't had that urge one second today."

"I'm glad I make you feel that way. Your aura is very calm right now."

"So is yours." I smiled quickly, but turned serious once again. "I have to take your question and turn it around. Like you said, we don't really know each other that well yet. But how can you trust me? You've told me things I know I wouldn't have told someone I didn't trust completely, if I were in that situation."

Remus looked thoughtful for a few moments. "I have opened up to you more easily than with most people in my life, you're right. I guess I can't give you any other answer than what you gave me, I just do. Might also be the fact that you did keep my furry little problem secret, and if you didn't tell anyone about that, you could certainly be trusted with everything else." He paused, gazing into my eyes. "I think I just see it in your eyes, I see that you are what you are, there is nothing dishonest in them."

The way Remus was looking at me now, after those words, it took my breath away. It was as if he was piercing my soul, seeing all my untold secrets, seeing exactly how much he meant to me. "Tell me about yourself," he then said. "How was your childhood? What are your parents' names? How is your family? What do you want to do with your life?"

I laughed at all his questions, flattered that he really wanted to know. So I answered them. "My childhood was fantastic. My parents' names are Ashley and Bran. My family is small, but we are very close. I'm not sure what I want with my life yet, I may want to be an Auror."

It was his turn to laugh now, a hoarse and beautiful sound. "Tell me more." He took my hands in his, we were now sitting in front of each other, legs crossed. Once again he became serious. "I want to know everything."

I nodded and thought about where to begin. I decided to start with my parents' relationship, since what they were and what they taught me defined me so strongly. I told him about how they had always been friends, lovers since fifth year and bonded at 18. How they had the kind of love I wanted, a love that you could feel in the air around them. A love that I grew up around and had made me the person I was today.

Our family was small. Mum was an only child and dad had one older sister. She was bonded to a Muggle and had twins, both left Hogwarts five years ago. All my grandparents were still alive. We were all very close and spent all holidays together.

So I grew up in a very warm, close and loving environment. And I had been taught to be hardworking, tolerant and kind. This would most likely have put me in Hufflepuff, but I also learned strength, determination, to fight for what you believe in and never waver from your beliefs. So I ended up in Gryffindor.

And there I met Tia, who became the sister I never had. I stopped talking here, since Tia was no longer a part of my life, and it hurt a bit to think about.

"What's wrong?" Remus asked in concern.

"I- Tia, she- We're not friends anymore." My voice broke at the last word. I suppose I hadn't really mourned the loss of our friendship before, I had been too angry at her. But now, safe with Remus in front of me, I was relaxed and truly felt how much I missed her.

"Why?" He took my hands in his, warmth flooding into me.

"She knew about my feelings for you. She know me so well, she figured it out around Christmas. And when Professor Snape told everyone about your condition, she... she was repulsed. She couldn't understand how I could still care for you. I tried reasoning with her, convincing her that you were a good person, the kindest person I know, but she wouldn't budge. I-I can't be friends with someone who is that prejudiced, so repulsed by the thought of me being in love with you. If she can't respect the person I want to be with, she is no true friend of mine."

A few tears were falling down my cheeks now, I did not realise at that point what I had let slip. Remus stared at me, both sadness and wonder in his eyes. "I'm sorry," he said and reached out to wipe away my tears. "I didn't mean for that to happen."

"It's not your fault," I said. "It's her problem for not being big enough to open her heart and mind. If she really cared about our friendship she'd see past her own prejudice."

"You really let go of your best friend for me?"

I nodded. "And I will never regret it. But I still miss her."

"Of course you do." He had his right hand resting on my neck affectionately.

I looked into his eyes, feeling comforted by it. It didn't matter that I had lost my best friend, I had Remus.

"I'm sorry to change the subject like this, but did you mean what you said about me just a minute ago?" he then asked.

I frowned and thought back. "That you are the kindest person I know?"

He shook his head.

"What did I say?"

He shook his head again. "Never mind. It wasn't important." He looked almost disappointed. "How about we talk about something more cheerful? Like that Christmas you used as a Patronus memory?" He seemed very eager now, so eager I had to smile.

"Well, every year for as long as I can remember I have just been sitting in the sofa watching mum and dad wave their wands around to decorate the tree. I think I was nine when I first asked if I could help. But they said I was too young, I had to finish Hogwarts and or at least be of age first.

"But in sixth year I had finally turned seventeen, so I asked again that Christmas, and I was allowed to do the entire tree on my own. I was so excited. I placed the candles, lit them and made them fire safe. And then I levitated all the balls and stars up, created tinsel, and finally managed to cast a weather charm to make it snow above the tree. It was so beautiful."

As I spoke I could see the memory in my head. It had been a very good Christmas.

"Mum and dad also let me help with a lot of the other Christmas preparations that needed magic. Baking, wrapping presents and even cleaning. I had never had so much fun cleaning."

"I can imagine," Remus whispered with a smile. "I understand why it's a good memory for a Patronus."

At this moment, my stomach decided to growl loudly. Instantly I reached for my stomach, as if that would shut it up, and I could feel a furious blush creep up my face.

"I'm just guessing blindly here," Remus said, "but are you hungry?" There was a playful grin on his lips.

"I don't know," I joked back. "A little bit perhaps."

"Why don't we go back to the Three Broomsticks and get something to eat?"

"Sounds excellent," I said.

So we stood up and walked back to the inn.
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