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( 𝔳𝔬𝔩𝔲𝔪𝔢 𝔦𝔦𝔦, 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖋𝖔𝖚𝖗𝖙𝖞-𝖊𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 ) — let the fear you have fall away
A month passed before Evangeline woke up.
During those thirty-ish days, there was one person who refused to leave her side, even for a second— Remus. He didn't eat and he didn't sleep, but what he did do was curse himself for not having confessed his feelings when he had the chance.
Now, he wasn't sure he'd ever get the opportunity to.
Not a single soul in the Wizarding World knew what had happened to the Rosier girl. Of course, those present at the Battle of the Department of Mysteries had seen her get bitten by what they assumed was a vampire, but nobody quite knew what was meant to happen next. She had received endless potions and spells from scholars, healers, and even Madam Pomfrey, yet it was to no avail. She stayed sleeping, motionless and pale.
There was a warm glaze of sun streaming through the thin lace curtains of the small upstairs bedroom in the Lupin cottage. High in the sky, it shone pleasantly, trailing it's luminosity over the dull skin of the brunette.
As usual, the man was by her side. His tall and lanky figure was slumped forwards as he keeled over on a pouffe beside the bed she was tucked into, pressing his lips to the soft palm of her hand.
His touch was almost . . . reviving.
Her finger twitched; it had happened before, a week after she had been bitten, but still nothing. Remus tried not to get his hopes up, squeezing his eyes shut as he intertwined their fingers.
Sirius peered his head into the room, a solemn expression etched into the features of his face. ''How you doing, mate?''
The Lupin man hummed sadly, his brown eyes never leaving her. ''Same as before.''
''It kills me to see you like this. We all want nothing more than for Evie to wake up. Harry's blaming himself, and Tonks is in pieces, too. Everyone's sat around, waiting for a Patronus with good news from Dumbledore.''
''Harry's also blaming himself for you, Sirius. They all think you're dead. Remember?''
Guilt crept into the Black man's grey irises. ''Yeah'' he whispered. ''But that's the way it has to be — for now, at least.''
Remus sighed; Sirius was right. But he was frustrated and he was tired and he was on the verge of kicking off and going to hex someone himself.
