Howl At Dawn || A Remus Lupin/Marauders' Era Story

Find Her

        As we walked into the Transfiguration classroom--just barely in time, might I add--Livie was still missing. I looked at Orla.
        “Go on,” she said. “I’ll stay here.” I nodded and walked up to Professor McGonagall’s desk.
        “Yes, Mr. Lupin?” she said as I approached. I gulped. What if she said no? It was worth a try.
        “Um, I was wondering if I might be able to miss this class period,” I said quietly. She looked up at me before continuing to write on a piece of parchment.
        “I would have thought that someone from my own house might have known better than to ask a question like that,” she said. “This is a school, may I remind you, no matter what you and that little group of yours think, and we are here to learn by-”
        “Livie’s missing,” I cut in. She stopped writing and looked at me again.
        “Livie Lawson?” I nodded. “Well, I suppose you should go look for her, so yes, you may skip this class to go find her. What class do you have next?”
        “Potions.” She nodded.
        “I will inform Professor Slughorn that you may not be in class, just in case.” I smiled and thanked her before giving Orla a thumbs up and walking out of class to find Livie. As I searched the castle, I realized there was one place Livie could be guaranteed that no one would find her.
        No one, that is, except someone that also uses that building.

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        “Livie!” I yelled as I sprinted up the stairs of the shack. “Livie, I know you’re in here!” As I ran into the room I found her in last time, I was once again met with the image of her, sitting in front of the window. She had her back to me as I slowly walked up to her. “Livie?” She didn’t move. “Livie, you’ve gotta come back to the castle.” She turned her head slightly, but I still couldn’t see her face.
        “Why?” she asked. “You know your friends better than I do. Will they tell anyone?” I thought about it, but shook my head.
        “I don’t know,” I said. “All I know is that I will at least try to convince them not to.” She looked at me. Her face was void of emotion.
        “But you can’t promise me that.” I looked at the ground. She was right. I walked over, sat next to her, and sighed.
        “No,” I said, quietly. “I can’t.” I looked at her. “But I can talk to them…and isn’t that worth a try?” She looked at me and, after a minute, wrapped her arms around my shoulders and leaned her head on her arms. I wrapped my arms around her waist.
        This girl not only, like me, lost a lot of her humanity that night, but she also lost everything else that was important to her. How could I not try to help her?