No one had really forgotten what Bella said, yet no one really brought it up. The air was usually uncomfortable around them.
After a few weeks, already being October, Remus finally asked Bella about the incident. Bella was sitting in the common room writing a five parchment Transfiguration essay when Remus sat next to her and plicked the quill from her hand. "Alright, that's enough. I really don't like this tention Elfy. Please tell me what happened." He said firmly but softly.
"Ah- Alright." She said quietly. "I was only two, very little. My parents had suddenly picked me up and ran me to my room. I didn't know why, but they did. My mum was comforting me and my dad was blocking the door when.. He came in." She said, referring to Voldemort. "He cast the killing curse on my parents who were blocking me, then cast it on me.. And when I didn't die, he did it again, and again. Leaving me a scar with the number 7 in the middle of it and a horrible memory. I know he's looking for me. He has only once succeeded getting into my head, but I was little then. And with him getting stronger each and every day.... I'm scared, Remus. I wouldn't ever admit this to anybody, but Im scared."
She said looking up at him with tear rimmed and worried eyes.
They both hugged each other tightly, staying there as if the world would end in a matter of seconds. Then Sirius walked in, then stomped away once he saw them, up to the boys dormitories.
Bella frowned. "Who pissed in his cereal?" She asked, making both of them laugh. Remus sighed and and looked up the stairs, then back at his elf looking friend. "Just jealous he can't hug you 24/7." He smirked and she gasped. "
WHAT?!?!" She exclaimed, causing Remus to stumble back.
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FanfictionIsabella Montgomery was an orphan at Miss Whithers Home for the Abandoned. Lovely name, isn't it? Bella, as the other children called her, wasn't ordinary. They say that's why Miss Whithers is abusive to her. But is that really the reason? Will she...
