Duplicate {Severus Snape}

Chapter Twenty-One: Distorted

Cassie's POV

Remus was telling me a story but all I could see was his lips moving and nothing coming out of them. I had gotten into a habit of doing that, and I was sure he had noticed as well because in an instant he stopped, and continued eating his breakfast. I didnt really do it on purpose, but my mind was constantly going in circles, and focusing on one thing just made me go crazy right now. I wanted to tell him so bad about his best friend, and how I knew he was safe and sound, not so far away, but Sirius made me promise not to tell. Apparently, only my mind was safe, which is weird considering my mind is as fragile as glass at the moment, but I trust him with my life.

As soon as I saw Sirius in the Whopping Willow, it all seemed to connect in a way. The voice in my dreams telling me to run was him. Still, how did Sirius find me before Remus could, not to mention that Sirius is the Undesirable No.1 at the moment. I had decided not to ask that question because I wasnt ready to know that much. Sirius didnt see the hooded man's face, and even when he knocked him down and told me to run, he was still hidden. Yet, I couldnt help but think that there was more to the story, I mean, he knocked him down and then apprated me back to Hogwarts, he was behind me for about a minute or two, but like I said, I didnt push it. I was just glad that he was back.

I had been going down to the Whopping Willow every other day trying not to make it obvious about my absence. Remus was already on to me about disappearing into the night, saying that it was not safe especially when I was still missing my memories, and I had no idea who the hooded man was. I understood he was trying to protect me, and that was part of the reason I was trying to make it less of a habit. Not to mention that I had yet to tell him that I know what the hooded man looks like, but he probably made sure to alter that from my memories because I cant picture him like any other person but I know I saw him. It makes me sound crazy, and he probably already thinks that.

However, the past twelve years that Sirius and I had missed are enough to fill every hour I am with him with conversation. Mostly on my side since he was in Azkaban and I was out here. I had failed to mention my years at Hogwarts once I left, and only the good ones. I had told him how I would spend the holidays with the Weasleys, the good years I had in the Muggle World with Aiden, but nothing about the trauma that sadly was caused because of his imprisonment. My anger that I had built up over the years was gone as soon as I laid eyes on him, he was my brother, and right now, he was the only one I knew I could trust fully.

Still, now my days were getting better. Two weeks since I have been back, I am still afraid of everything in sight. My mind was easier to control besides when my emotions get heightened, I can be alone but I still prefer to have someone during the night. The only thing was that my nightmares were getting worse, and I am having a difficult time pulling whats altered and whats reality. I also have theories on why I havent gotten any back, but I suppose thats it so far.

My dear Godfather, Dumbledore, was now enlightened on the fact that I know what he was planning. I suppose Snape had told him, and he had been reaching out to Remus to talk to me. I, however, had no intention of seeing him any time soon. He made it very clear to Remus that if I dont want to leave this castle that was fine because he understood, or at least that what was told to me, but he also said that I was not allowed to teach or help with any classes until I go to his office for a conversation. Quite manipulative if you ask me, but its a new day, and you never know, maybe I will feel forgiving later.

"How does your new wand feel?" Remus asked, looking down at the wand beside me.

"I havent really used it, but it doesnt feel any different than my last," I said shrugging away the question.

He nodded to my question, taking my plate with his to the sink. I hadnt been attending the breakfast in the Great Hall, and since Kreacher isnt here or responding, he had made it to were he would eat with me. I think he is doing it to watch me, but I enjoy his company more than anything. He made his way over to me, grabbing my face lightly examining the bruises that still remainded, not healed or touched. He had made remedies, and Madam Pomfrey had made some stuff too, but it never went away. Like a permanent reminder.