imagines [harry potter] (requests closed)

Comfort - Remus

It was no secret that every Gryffindor already went to a detention with the lovely toad-professor. Those hours were nothing compared to the horrible ones with Professor Snape. In the end, everyone left with a bloody and painful scar on the top of their hand. Not everyone took it as well as Harry did. Y/N Lupin suffered because of it. She became quiet and stayed in her bed all day, after class. Without a doubt, did the teacher saw the change in her personality. Y/N used to brighten up the room, but there was not even a tug on her lips. Everyone hoped that her beautiful laugh would return, once she went home for Christmas.

This year's Christmas was the first one, she did not spend at home with her father. For years, it only had been her and her father, Remus. The usual cheerful ride home was covered with tension. Harry and Ron talked in excitement about the meetings and Harry's first kiss, while Hermione read her books and rolled her eyes at the boys. Sometimes the three of them would shoot concerned glances at the unusual quite girl. Y/N was staring out of the window, looking at the beautiful sight, which passed by with an incredible speed.

Once they arrived Kings Cross Station, parents and guardians embraced their children into tights hugs or just gave them a pat on their shoulders. Remus Lupin waited, next to Molly Weasley, with a big smile for the arrival of his daughter. After the death of his wife and Y/N's mother, they were the only thing they had. When you thought Molly was overprotective and loving, you did not meet Remus John Lupin, father of the year.

His smile dropped slightly, as he saw the state his daughter was in. Dark circles settled beneath her eyes and you could see that she lost weight. Her usual smile was not there. Remus' eyes moved over to Hermione, who just shot him a sad smile and mouthed 'later'. Even with the changes from the inside and the outside, she did not waste a second to hug her father. Her arms did not just hang there, but they were tightly wrapped around her father's torso.

After a long awkward dinner, Y/N went upstairs after excusing herself quietly. The room, which she shared with Ginny and Hermione, was filled with their trunks, clothes, and books. Y/N wanted to enjoy the lonesome before Ginny and Hermione would come upstairs. She made it herself comfy in her bed and lay there in silence. There was no noise in the room until a soft knock erupted. Y/N's eyes moved to the door, which was open in a gentle motion. Her father came in slowly, wearing a soft smile.

The young girl tried to return it, but it looked rather like a grimace. "You vanished before I could even speak to you," The father joked and walked over to the bed, in which his daughter made it herself comfy. Remus sat down on the edge but stayed close to his daughter. "Is there something wrong?" He asked. Y/N shook her head and moved the blanket further up. "If you miss Hogwarts, you can go back. I believe that Dumble-," Remus could not finish his sentence since his daughter cut him off. "That's the last thing I want right now. Do you think I can stay with you and Sirius?" Y/N asked in a quiet voice, confusing the father even more. Next, to their home, Hogwarts was her favourite place in the whole world.

"Did something happen?" Remus asked and reached for her hand. She gave out a hiss, causing him to pull away. His eyes moved from her face down to her hand, which was red on the top. Before Y/N could pull it away, Remus gripped the upper side softly. "'I must not come late to class'? What is the meaning of this, Y/N?" She ripped her hand away and moved further up with her back to the headboard. "It is nothing I can't handle," She said in a louder voice for the first time in weeks. "Obviously, you can't," Remus told her, in a much calmer voice as before. "Who did this?" He sighed, not breaking the eye contact with his daughter.

Tears began to form in her eyes while she stammered, "This new teacher, Professor Umbridge. I was a few minutes late after I forgot my book in the dorm. She gave me detention and we had to use those weird quills, which caused these scars." Remus' heart broke while he watched his daughter. "With 'we' you mean?" He inquired. "Harry, me and some other students." He felt nothing, but useless. Nothing came into his mind, how he could help, so he just wrapped his arms around her. The hug was as tight as the one at the platform. Remus knew, there was literally nothing he could do, but there was one thing. This one thing was, to support his daughter, even in her darkest hours.