"You are an Alinac....that means you have power, ambition and the capacity to change the world. But a name is only a name, Leila, unless you make it something."
Two young rivals are headed into a war they know will change them forever. The question...
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Some time had passed since Leila lost her notebook, but the anxiety hadn't. She couldn't shake the soft agony of being vulnerable. She shouldn't' have said that to Remus, to them. In the space of a year, she went form only seeing their hateful eyes on the quidditch pitch or stands, to now being everywhere she went. She didn't quite know how to feel about it all, and refused to let herself register the true extent of her confusion.
As she sat in the back of the Defense against of the Dark Arts classroom, a subject she shared with both Hufflepuff and Gryffindor, her mind wandered from their lecture. A few rows in front sat..James. She lost her thoughts, staring at the back of his head. Her eyes clouding over as his jet black waves drew her in. Beside him sat Remus, and Sirius was noticeably absent.
Remus was a werewolf. The idea hadn't quite registered in her mind, despite it making perfect sense. She had always noticed him, his quiet humbleness about his excellent mind. His patience with the endless pranks and punishments he seemed to get up to with his friends. But other than that, she hadn't really noticed him at all. The marauders were nothing to her. Her entire life, she was focused on only one thing; herself. It was how she was raised to be. If she noticed the, it was only for her benefit - hence the book.
She hadn't been looking for a fault in him, merely just gathering observations and notes - as she did on everyone. It wasn't until she saw him, with a fresh scar running right through his eyebrow, parting the hairs. She found a 5th year, whom she knew volunteered in the hospital wing and got too questioning. Her suspicious had no real evidence, but she knew something was different about him. He confirmed it himself that night, the night he saw what she knew.
For her a door had been wedged open, as if by fate. That book fell into his hands, something which she still didn't understand how they had managed with out her knowledge. A vicious whisper sunk its teeth into the back of her mind. While she was pleased her theories were right, she lost something of herself in the process. She watched as James and Remus laughed and scribbled away on their parchment. James shouldn't have stolen it. James shouldn't have judged her. Remus shouldn't have looked at her with that muted desperation. James shouldn't have forced the truth from her. Remus shouldn't have heard that she kept his secret. It was all their fault.
Because slowly but surely, since that night, her walls were coming down. The invisible boundary she had set, distancing herself from everyone. Retaining her status as the Pureblood queen, and making sure it was her family, herfather, her name which ruled the sacred 28. But she had confessed to Remus. She had told him that despite his half-blood status, his lycanthrope, he was powerful. Something forbidden. Something that she should not be thinking. She should be above him, right?
Why did she keep his secret? Why did she crave his alliance? There was a war coming, and she would not be standing beside him. But the thought of being against him, against someone so...gently brazen and powerful. It terrified her. Remus was a werewolf, and if she wasn't disgusted by that fact, what did that make her?
