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Elara Lily Lupin was notorious in the Lupin household for her peculiar dreams... or, what she described them as, nightmares. She'd let out deafening screams, cries of fright as she clung so tightly onto her papa's nightgown, refusing to meet his worrisome amber eyes, even when she was young. Her dreams were an ailment of monstrosities that Elara Lupin would never be cured of. No matter whether she'd silence her screams or hold back her tears, those dreams remained an ailment to her, something incurable.
Sheets clenched, pillows tear stained and breathing uneasy, Elara Lily Lupin was never, ever, cured of those ailments. Remus assured the small girl that everyone had nightmares, vaguely telling her that he was still haunted by the eyes of the big bad wolf ( Elara remained oblivious for many years about who the big bad wolf was ). Those words did comfort her, but they never cured her.
Of course they wouldn't. Nothing would cure her.
As she grew older, her curiosity remained the same, unchanged, and she dug deep, hoping to hit gold and learn why she had these strange dreams. She never managed to strike gold, she still was digging. No book could foretell her exactly what she was experiencing, whatever she read never matched what she described in her memories. As you aged, memories and dreams would alter, some would become completely oblivious to the,
There was one nightmare that haunted her, followed her, for all her days. One nightmare that caused her to stay up, shaking and sobbing. But, Elara was not sobbing out of fear, no, Elara was sobbing out of sympathy for the look of terror that laid on the boy's face as claws gripped onto him, weighing him down for a horrific death.
The first time she dreamt of this strange boy, who couldn't possibly be over the age of eighteen, was when she was merely a small little girl with bouncy brown hair and a gaze of curiosity and longing. That night remained tucked in her mind fairly well, strangely well. Remus tucking her in, pulling some curly strands of brown behind her ear, kissing her forehead and reading the same story he always read. The night seemed just the same as any other night. The moment her brown eyes shut, all excitement faded as she found herself trapped in a murky cave, welcomed with two souls, one of which would cease to exist and become just a small lingering memory.
There stood just a boy and a small 'creature', as the boy referred to him as ( little Elara found that name rather saddening ). The boy, timid yet brave, approached where Elara stood, his silver misty eyes filled with terror as he proceeded to experience... unimaginable pain. Shrieks, cries, Elara covered her ears, longing to erase the pain herself, but she could not. She tried shutting her eyes, dreaming she wouldn't have to meet the begging greying eyes that rusted away before her. No, she couldn't. She wished she could, she wished she could've avoided those begging, screaming eyes.
Elara Lily Lupin decided to erase herself of all the memories past what she had seen. Those memories haunted her, so much so that she could, even after over a decade of experiencing it, still picture the boy of the lake's begging gaze. There were no words exchanged between them, how could there be? The boy had no clue of who foresaw his untimely end.
