Wild Moonlight

A Week of Dreams

       "Miss Bane... Miss Bane! are you even listening to me?!"  Professor Slughorn yelled. I could care less about what Professor Slughorn was saying right now, for the past week my thoughts have been consumed with that one dream I had. Every night i would have that same dream. It would plague my mind over and over. Night after night. To the point where i would fear sleeping. I couldn't stand the thought of seeing my parents die every time i closed my eyes.

        I knew i would have to tell someone eventually, but i didn't really want to. I just felt like hiding myself away where no one cold find me. My days consisted of school work, homework, and locking myself in the ROR or the Astronomy tower. I kept asking myself what i did to deserve this. Did God really hate me that much. Dark circles were forming under my eyes. I woke up every night crying silently. I really didn't want to wake Lily.

        "Excuse me?" I ask quietly. Looking up at him.

        "Are you alright?" He asked me, concern painted across his face.

        "Um sir? Could I be excused? I'm not feeling that well." I asked. He took one look at my face and nodded. It was apparent to all that i was out of it, and that's not really normal for me. I gathered my things, and made my way out of the classroom. I went to the hallway the ROR was on and started pacing in front  of where the doorway was. The giant door appeared within a minute. Inside was a small den with a lit fire and a book case covered in my favorite books i have acquired over the years. Some were muggle books, others wizarding books. All the same i read them all. My absolute favorite was a muggle book by Agatha Christie called Murder on the Orient Express. I picked it up trying to distract myself from the horrid nightmare, but it wasn't exactly the best thing to read about when murder is already on your mind. I put the book back on the shelf and pick up my copy of Gone With the Wind by Margret Mitchell. Now that was a really good book, and it was a good distraction.

        I could have sat there on a sofa in front of that fire all day reading that book if it wasn't for James bursting into the ROR outraged. At first  i didnt know exactly what he was yelling at me, then i remembered that he didn't have Potions with me. He had it with Sirius and the Slytherins. i had it with Lily and The Hufflepuffs. He was giving me a lecture on how it's no good to skip, even though he has no right to talk considering he skips more than i ever do.

        "James! Shut Up! I wasn't skipping. Professor Slughorn let me go because i wasn't feeling well." i said calming him down a bit. He then went into a whole new panic.

        "Since when? What's wrong?" he asked quietly. Noticing the very dark ring under my eyes. He was seriously an overprotective brother.

        "Um... A week... Just haven't been sleeping well..." I sighed. I still didn't want to tell him. He fears that one day i will go back to the way i was after my parents died, and i don't want him to worry. My heart dropped when the expression on his face suddenly changed. He knew what i meant when i said i couldn't sleep well. He knew i was having nightmares again.

        "Mar... If you were having those dreams why didn't you tell someone? I... I don't want you keeping it all to yourself. You have us... You have me and Sirius. You have Lily and Chrystal and Peter... and whether you want to or not... you have Remus." He said grabbing my hands. The expression on his face told me he was hurt i didn't come to him sooner, and that hurt me.

        "I... i didn't want to worry you with my problems... Isn't the big Quidditch match against the Slytherins coming up soon?" I asked trying to brush off his comment.

        "Mariah Lee Bane. I am never too busy for you. Never keep this from me." He said in a stern voice. I nodded silently. "Let's go. The guys are waiting for us. It's already supper."  He got up, pulling me out of my chair, and we headed to the Great Hall, his words playing in my mind.

                        You have Remus

        My mind flashed back to the past. Remus had pulled me out of my low in the first place... Could he do it again?

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