The House of Hawke has been called the traitorous, filthy and scum house the entire time that name was known to the living.
Past or future, one would accompany it with the adjective "Horrifying".
It was a matter of grief for the youngest daughter...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Hogwarts, Scotland Highlands, 1977
Same day, later in the evening
"I feel awful,"
"It wasn't your fault,"
"But it was!" I turn towards Remus. "The bludger was for me,"
"You didn't intentionally put him in the way, Elena." He smiles softly, taking my hand in his.
I shake my head unconvinced, whilst also trying my best to ignore the death glares being sent my way from across the hospital bed where Sirius lay.
"Maybe you should stop trying to whisper shit into her ear and let her realise what she did, Remus."
Remus and I both look up, a crease between my brows and a crease between his.
"It wasn't her fault, Ella," Remus repeats for her.
She laughs bitterly, "Oh, wasn't it?"
"It was not," James says from the head of the bed. "Sirius tried to warn me but I wasn't listening."
She rolls her eyes and sets them on me, "Why don't you learn? I'm sick of this, Elena. I'm sick of you!"
"Ella!" Lily berates.
"No, for fuck's sake. What have you done!?" She makes a disgusted face at me and my heart breaks into two.
Yet, I don't apologise. I am not her servant that she'd call on me when she needs me and push me into a sinkhole of misery when she doesn't. It might be my fault but Remus is right, I didn't intentionally push him in the way and no one least of all her, can gaslight me.
"Well done, El." Ella shakes her head. "Seducing one of my friends so that the others can pitifully become closer to you, too, well done."
I inhale sharply and Remus clenches his jaw beside me. Wouldn't he say anything?
"You all need to leave," Madame Pomfrey announces a few seconds later, breaking the tension. "There can't be so many visitors at once and the hours for it are over, anyway. Come back tomorrow morning, if you want to. Get out now."
James sighs and rounds the bed, whispering something in Lily's ear that makes her blush. She swats his arm and he grins widely before skipping the way out.
"Come on, love. We'll come back tomorrow."
"I feel like staying," I tell him.
Remus smiles, "I do, too. We'll be back."
I nod and follow him out, our hands clasped together tightly. We still haven't had the talk of what we are, if I'm supposed to call him my boyfriend or lover or whatever. But there is no hurry and we're both aware of it.
I like how we are right now and if we stay like this for the rest of our year, I'd have no objection.
Remus follows me to the common room and I turn around to peck his lips. "Would you like to walk me to my dorm?"
