Queen of Disaster | 𝑅𝑒𝑚𝑢𝑠 𝐿𝑢𝑝𝑖𝑛

Chapter 128

Remus was feeling the pain in his bones, the soreness in his muscles. But there was a new and odd feeling around him as he tried to open his eyes. His whole body was wet. He was face-down on what seemed to be mud.

      He tried blinking a few times, still not able to see properly. He could see trees, tilted to his sight. His vision was a blur. He tried to recall the events of last night, but his memory was failing him, nothing but a haze.

He made an effort to get up, placing his palms flat down on the muddy grown, using the little remaining strength his weak body to push himself up into a sitting position. He shut his eyes close, pinching his the bridge of his nose.

But then, he heard something moving; a rattling noise of the leaves, right behind him. Briskly and fear, he stumbled up to his feet and turned around in fear, but what he saw was much more horrifying than if he had seen Death Eater. What he saw was more horrifying than death itself.

"No... no, no, no!" Remus yelled, running forward.

A few feet over, there laid Diana, blood covering the sweater she was wearing.

"Diana! Diana!" Remus exclaimed, dropping to his knees beside his motionless body. His every limb had turned numb, his legs and hand shaking. "No, no, no!"

      Tears blurred his vision, but relief suddenly washed over him when she began moving her fingers, though not yet conscious. But the relief was short-lasting when Remus's attention was grabbed by the blood on her sweater.

There it was, a bite mark on her shoulder, he wound open, red blood all over.
    
Remus wanted to scream. Wanted to find a dagger and push it into his heart; even that would've felt less painful than what he was feeling now.

Despair. Pain. Torture.

"No..." his voice was shaking along with his body, tears streaming down his eyes. With his wand, he repaired his clothes and magically put them back on in a matter of seconds. And then, taking her body in his and picking her up, Remus Disapparated away to St. Mungo's.

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"SOMEBODY! HELP ME! PLEASE!" Remus was yelling, tears gushing down his cheeks, Diana's unconscious body in his arms as he ran down the hospital's corridors.

     At the sound of his agonizing wails, Healers rushed forward. They took Diana from him, placing her over a white bed with wheels, moving forward to the closest empty room.

     Remus ran after them. He couldn't breathe. Hie lungs had ceased working.

      The witched looked down at the open wound over her shoulder, still bleeding. "Werewolf attack," she diagnosed briskly, asking another healer to bring a potion.

     "What — what will happen to her now!?" Remus asked desperately, his eyes wandering from one healer to another, all of them in a rush around the room, attending to the young girl. "Please — please tell me she won't — she won't be turning into — into—"

     He couldn't even finish that sentence. He couldn't bring himself to say that word.

     What was he to say?

     Turning into a werewolf? A monster? A beast, just like him?

     The healers weren't answering him. He was growing frustrated, beginning to yell. "Someone answer me! ANSWER ME!"

      "Sebastian, please assist the young gentleman out," the head Healer called the younger wizard, who grabbed Remus's arm, having to forcefully drag him out of the room.