I'm not a coward, just shy (Hogwarts fanfic)

Ch 12 - love finds a way

I cracked open my eyes to see light. Blurry white light. Is this heaven, I thought. I heard sobbing, not of a child but of a grown man. I found the energy to turn my head. I saw a brown blur. The fog in my mind cleared, a little. This was Remus, and he was crying.
"Why are you crying, Remus?" I asked and I saw the sharp movement of a head snapping up.
"Oh- God, Taylor" Remus swallowed a sob, "I am so sorry, I-I am so sorry" he began sobbing again. I reached to grasp his hand and he tried to pull away but I held on for dear life. Not my life, but Remus's.
"It's ok, Remus, the monster is gone now. You are safe, now"  I reached out blindly pulling the sobbing man to my chest, dully finding the pain of my wounds, however they seemed unimportant. I let him cry out. For the anger and fear, for the cards he had been dealt. For being all alone for so many years. With hardly a friend in the world. The roles seemed reversed. He was the child and I was the adult.

I stared through newly fixed glasses in the full length mirror. The scar ran from my jawline down my chest, ending at the top of my hip. Madam Pomfrey said I was lucky because the claws missed my arteries and windpipe and had only cause minor damage to my organs. However the scar couldn't be magical removed, as it was caused it was cause by a werewolf. The four lines were very visible above the collar however I felt lucky I wasn't showing werewolf signs other than, I was carving more meat. Luna had said she thought they me look experienced and she liked them. I knew that it had tore at Remus, having realised what he had done the next morning. I could see his eyes grow painful whatever he noticed the claws marks.

Madam Pomfrey had also healed my leg while I was asleep and My fathers teeth marks had disappeared because the plan was to say that I had gotten too close to the whomping willow. Many accepted this as the truth and no one would ever know that it had been are Remus's monster who had attacked me. I had now realised seeing a werewolf up close that lycanthropy was more like a physical version of split personality disorder. The Remus I knew and his monster were too very different people. Knowing this I believe there may be a better way than wolfsbane potion, which only brings the mind and body together but isn't a long term solution and it only treats the mental and not the physical side of the transformation. If only there was some way to subdue the monster inside of werewolf or give more control to the physical side of the transformation back to the subject. Of coarse this was only theory but I believe I am closer to figuring out a solution and I had all the more push for Remus. Like they say time waits for nobody and I have very little time.

Harry and Hermione had used the time turner that Hermione had been given at the start of the year so she could get to all her class to go back in time save Buckbeak, themselves from Remus's Monster, Harry and my dad from the dementors and my dad once again from being sent back to Azkaban. He was somewhere in the Spanish islands at the moment and had send me a post card of a pretty beach which read.
'I'll find a way to be there for you ~ Snuffles' I couldn't help but smile to myself, warmth spreading to my heart. My dad isn't a psychopath, he isn't a murderer and he cares about me.

Even though we were able to get away with my attack, word of Remus's lycanthropy spread around the school even though our best efforts too hide it and it wasn't long till parents wanted there children pulled out of school. Remus resigned soon after but he promised me he would continue to write and even visit in between job hurting. Word also got out of the attacks on students by Dementors and the ministry was forced to bring them back to Azkaban and the atmosphere lighten as soon as they were gone. I could see people studying outside in the shade of the big oak or dangling there feet in the river. Luna was helping me study for the exam week by testing me in the morning and evening and even at lunch. Whenever she was around or even just brushed my hand, I went 50 shades of red, which Hermione had picked up on. She always smelt so good, earthy and floral and when light caught her hair just right she looked like an angel. Credit she a little on the nutty side sometimes but people rarely saw past that to the sweet, caring girl underneath. She was so much more than even that and when she came in my heart was always a fluttery. The heart works in weird ways. the question is friendship or love

I managed to get out of the exam week alive although, Hermione was in complete shambles and was starting to admit that taking so many subjects was a mistakes. I mean the girl is a muggle born and took muggle studies. I got through potions, charms, herdbiology, defense and care of magical fine but I barley passed professor Trelawary's  class because my predictions were acceptable but all came true. (Sorry if I can't spell classes correctly, I tried). I swear for a Seer, she can't really see.

I sat no the train ride Home in a compartment with Ginny, Fred, George, Lee Jordan and Neville. Fred and George wanted to see my whole scar which made my flush because I didn't feel like taking off my shirt and it all the way to my lower stomach.
"Knock it off, you too, unless you want me to hex you" Ginny said taking out her wand. I felt myself smile at the argument that ensued, as Lee laugh and Neville tried to defused the situation. I looked at the stack of post cards in my hand, the picture of my mum, dad, Remus and the others on top secured by a rubber band. I carefully paced it in my bag. I had gotten post cards from all over the world. Sometimes I was able to send a small note back but most of the time he had already moved on. This was good, after all those years in Azkaban the world would have Changed, he'll will come back to me someday. Love always comes back, I thought staring out the window as we fell through the fields wondering where I will end up next.

(Hardly edited, Thanks for putting up with my dyslexia)