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Y/n Y/l/n is a muggleborn witch, who started her years at Hogwarts with her sister. What would happen if a boy going by the name of James Fleamont Potter, the boy that Y/n absolutely despised and the boy who has something against one...
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Where's the fire? What's the hurry about? You better cool it off before you burn it out You got so much to do but only so many hours in a day
You sat in the Gryffindor Common Room in the middle of the night, alone. Rahja, your new cat, was settled in your lap while you were looking through multiple books.
It was already a month into the year and Remus, just like the previous year, was acting strange once again. With your friendship growing stringer every single day, your concern for your friend grew bigger and bigger when he'd go to class with more scars than the previous night.
As expected, Remus didn't give a sign of what was going on. The only thing he'd say was 'I'm fine, Y/n/n' or 'Don't worry, Y/n, I'm alright'.
Even if you didn't know him that long yet, one year and a month to be exact, you had picked up when he was obviously lying or not.
When he was speaking the truth he'd look at you straight in the eye, but when he wasn't he'd avoid all eye contact and would twirl his fingers through his hair.
You being the stubborn girl you were decided you'd do your own research if he didn't want to give you the answers you were searching for.
So you spend almost every night looking through every book you could find with possible answers to those questions that'd bug your mind every time you tried to sleep.
You mumbled the words of your book, trying everything in you to stay awake. You hadn't had a lot of hours sleep the last couple of days, the worries keeping you up whenever you tried to sleep.
Your eyes flickered shut every once in a while, your head bowing forward before you shot up again, that strange falling feeling your body sometimes did to trick you happening every time.
"Y/n?" You heard someone say behind you in a hushed whisper.
You turned your head to the person speaking, or well, whispering. "Alex? What are you doing up this hour? It's 2.35 AM."
"I could ask the same thing about you," the third year Gryffindor said, glancing at the empty spot in the armchair you were sitting in. "May I?"
"Sure," you scooted to the side, giving Alex more room to sit and he sat down. "Same old, insomnia," you said, answering his earlier remark.
Alex glanced at your face, "So you are the one that keeps going downstairs at this inhuman hour?"
"I guess," you said, yawning.
"Magical Disorders," the boy read out loud, looking at the book that was still in your hand, "is that what keeps you up every night? Magical disorders?"
You glanced to the side, where he was sitting and shrugged, "I have to pass time somehow," you lied through your teeth.
Alex chuckled and slumped down slightly, getting more comfortable.
