Harry Potter: 19 Years Later

7: Seraphine's POV

  "Wake up, dear. Are you alright?"

Seraphine opened her eyes to Madam Pomfrey's face staring down at her, concern clouding her expression. "How are you feeling?"

Terrible. Hurt. Exhausted. Afraid of my mum. Incomplete. Cowardly. Mean. "I'm fine. What happened?" Seraphine asked, only barely recalling the events from last night.

"McGonagall heard screaming from outside and saw you running from the Forbidden Forest. By the time she reached you, you had passed out. McGonagall took you straight to me and I found something disturbing."

Seraphine's heart started racing. "What?" she asked, barely louder than a whisper.

Madam Pomfrey looked at her with eyes full of sympathy. "When your body was found, you had bites and scratches all over your head, legs, arms, everywhere. But when I took a sample of the blood from your wounds, I found bad news. I...I found werewolf saliva in your wounds. Seraphine, you...you were bitten by a werewolf." She said the last part, bowing her head and glancing at Seraphine, looking for a reaction.

But Seraphine was expressionless. Emotionless. She just stared as Madam Pomfrey continued.

"You know what this means, right, dear?"

Seraphine nodded gloomily. Oh, yes. I know exactly what it means.

"You're going to transform every month at the full moon. The pain can sometimes be excruciating. You will be a beast, a monster. You won't remember anything about your human life when you're a werewolf. If given the opportunity...if given the opportunity, Miss Parkinson, you can even kill your best friend when in werewolf form."

Seraphine nodded. "That won't happen, though. I promise."

Madam Pomfrey looked at her pitifully. "I know, dear. Now you say that. But as a werewolf, you don't know what overcomes you. You just...you just become a ruthless killing machine. But I'm sure you would never kill your best friend on purpose."

No, Seraphine thought. You don't understand. I will never kill my best friend because I don't have one. I don't have any friends.

It was true. No one wanted to be friends with her. With Seraphine Parkinson. She was seen as the quiet girl in class. The emotionless girl. The girl that sat at the back of the class, not talking unless she had to. The girl that never reacted to anything, whether it was happy, tragic, outrageous, whatever. Because of this, some students picked on her.

But she never reacted. She was the quiet girl without emotions. But they didn't know anything about her life at home. Her relationship with her mother. The things she was forced to do. None of it. They didn't know. 

Seraphine was jolted out of her thoughts when Madam Pomfrey handed her a book. Bitten by a Werewolf, the title read.

"Now, make sure you read this and keep track of when the full moon is each month. And it is extremely important, Miss Parkinson, that you see Professor Slughorn at the day of the full moon every month. He will give you the Wolfsbane Potion to drink."

Seraphine nodded. She had no clue what Wolfsbane Potion was, but she didn't ask. No need to make Madam Pomfrey think she was stupid.

"You may go now, darling. Just...be careful. Come see me if you need any help." And with that, Seraphine was sent off with a motherly pat on the shoulder.

If only I had a mother like that, she sighed. Seraphine knew it was ridiculous; Madam Pomfrey barely knew her. In fact, this was the first time she'd ever talked to her. The woman was just doing her job by caring for her. It didn't mean that they had a mother-daughter relationship.

I wish we did. I'd trade her for my mother any day. Hell, she would even trade anyone for her mother. She hated that selfish, abusive, thieving... Seraphine didn't realize she had been muttering angrily under her breath until a small boy shot her a startled glance as he headed out of the Slytherin common room. She looked back at him guiltily and went straight to her dorm.

"Seraphine! Seraphine! Hey! Wake up, you lazy girl!"

Seraphine opened her eyes to an unfortunately familiar voice. "I'm up, Mum. What is it?" she asked as she groggily took her two-way mirror out of her beat-up old trunk (her mum didn't need the trunk anymore so now it was Seraphine's). The first thing she saw was her mother's stern face glaring up at her from the mirror's surface.

Oh, no. What did I do now?

But instead, her mum smiled. "How was your first day at school?"

"Fine," Seraphine muttered.

"Oh, don't use that attitude on me! Now, tell me who also started school this year. Anything...strange, Sera?"

Ugh. She hated when her mum called her Sera. Seraphine would only prefer that her closest friends and family call her Sera, meaning that no one should. She didn't have any friends and her mum kept her separated from the rest of her family.

"Well...there's Lorcan and Lysander Scamander, Scorpius Malfoy, Albus Potter, and Rose Weasley," Seraphine said.

She didn't want to mention that she had been bitten by a werewolf. Her mum would only use that for her own advantage, probably to attack someone while in werewolf form.

"What?! Scorpius Malfoy?" her mum exclaimed.
  Seraphine nodded.

"That little brat must be Draco's son! Ugh...do whatever you can to make his life miserable, Sera!"

Seraphine groaned inwardly, but agreed to it. She wouldn't actually do it, of course, but she knew why her mum hated Scorpius. Back when she was in school, she had a thing for Draco. When he married someone else and had a child (Scorpius) with her, she grew to hate that child.

Seraphine couldn't imagine her mum as a student. Little Pansy Parkinson, strolling through the halls of Hogwarts and crushing on Draco. She rolled her eyes at the thought.

"Well, Sera. Your job now is to make Scorpio, Alex, and Rosa's lives miserable. I hate that Potter-Weasley scum! And Malfoy!" Pansy cursed.

It's Scorpius, Albus, and Rose, Seraphine thought. And no, you can't control me! I won't do your dirty work for you!

"Ok," was all she said as she gratefully put the mirror back in her bag, eager to get some sleep.