Save Me: Professor Lupin x Student!OC

Chapter Seven

      "Fuck...", I gasped loudly once I made it into the hallway. Not even halfway through dinner had my stomach started hurting again. No, not my stomach, my whole body.
     It felt like fire across my skin, and beads of sweat dropped down my forehead. The perspiration kept my clothes sticking to my skin, making me even more uncomfortable.
     I quickly placed a hand on the wall, steadying myself as black circles dotted my vision, and I began to feel sick. This was definitely not my period. No matter how horrible they could feel, not one had ever done this to me.
     A thousand tiny knives seemed to dance aggressively across my skin, and my bones ached with every movement. I no longer felt comfortable in my own skin, it felt like I was wearing old clothes that no longer fit me, like my bones were growing, but my skin wasn't...

     And that's when my thoughts turned to something else...the full moon. But I'm not a werewolf. So, how is that possible?

     I hadn't been bit by a werewolf in the past few weeks, or ever. Not once in my life, so there had to be another explanation for this unbearable pain.
Werewolf, werewolf, werewolf, kept popping into my mind, but it didn't make sense so I ignored it.
     As I stood there trembling and shaking with both pain and confusion, three figures appeared behind me, I could just sense that they were there. I turned to see Dumbledore, McGonagall, and Madam Pomfrey, looking just as confused as I was.
     I opened my mouth to speak, but Dumbledore raised his hand slightly, prompting me to keep quiet, "There's no explaining needed from you, my dear," the old wizard said, throwing me off entirely, "leave that up to me."
     At that moment, I was really tired of his bullshit, riddle-like way of speaking, but nevertheless, I followed him to his office when he asked me to, McGonagall and Pomfrey following close behind.
     When we reached the rounded wall, leading to his large office, he spoke the password, ("lemon drops!"), quite clearly and led us inside. I was still sick and, frankly, I felt like death wasn't far away, but I stood there quietly waiting for the headmaster to talk.
     He took his sweet, fucking, time, pacing around the office, (Fred and George said he did that a lot), before he finally motioned for me to sit down in a large comfy chair. Hesitantly, I did, and eyed him suspiciously. This was all very curious, even for Dumbledore, and I could practically see the secrets hiding in that great, but rather, crazy mind of his.
     "I'm sure you're wondering-"
     "Can you just skip straight to the point, Headmaster. My anxiety's beginning to kick in and I'm really not in the mood for one of your games, so just tell me." I looked at him with a fierce intensity, not really caring that I just interrupted and sassed the headmaster of Hogwarts.
     Even Dumbledore seemed sort of shocked at my sudden outburst, but I could tell he understood... I can't even imagine what McGonagall and Pomfrey look like, being the strict witches they are.
     "Very well, you want the quick version, but there is quite a lot I will have to explain, so I ask that you be patient." He said gently, his face looking almost amused.
I, however, sat with a rather unamused expression, for such a wise old wizard, he didn't seem to be taking this very seriously... whatever this was.
As if he could read my mind, his small smile faded away, and his face hardened slightly.
"Now, this could be very shocking news, and it more than likely will be upsetting for you, but there are things in your past that you do not know about."
I furrowed my eyebrows with confusion as well as intrigue, a worried feeling building up in my stomach.
"When you were younger, about five or six, death eaters invaded your home when your parents were away, I assume, on business with the Ministry. The only one there besides you, was your babysitter, who was reported dead the next morning."
"Now, this next part is where the real shock could be, so just do your best to stay calm." Dumbledore said. I almost laughed... I was already worried.
"The death eaters were there to find you, and the Ministry still believes that your parents had done something to upset Voldemort's followers," McGonagall and Pomfrey winced at the Dark Lords name, "Instead of killing your parents, they went after you, but again, they did not intend to kill."
He paused, gathering his thoughts, before continuing, "What they did intend was to use you as a test subject. They were producing a weapon, one that would be undetectable at first, and discovered later on. This weapon was simply, a needle, or rather, a shot. The kind muggles get at the doctor. Only this one contained the DNA of a werewolf."
My eyes went wide as I suddenly realized where this story was going.
"It was tampered with and the DNA was changed in a way to were it wouldn't effect you right away. They must've made quick work of it because they were gone by time the Ministry arrived, but the Ministry wasn't quick enough and the death eaters injected the DNA into your blood stream."
He was quiet again, looking at me intently to read any emotions, but my face was blank. My brows still furrowed, and my stomach still quivering with nerves, I didn't speak for a few moments.
"What does this all mean?", I asked finally, looking up to the old wizard. He continued looking at me, every now and then his eyes would dart to McGonagall and Pomfrey.
"It means, there's a possibility you could be a werewolf. Obviously, the DNA has some sort of an effect on you, but I don't think you'll undergo a full transformation."
"So not a full transformation, but something like it, is that what you're saying?" My tone was a bit more harsh now. Not only had Dumbledore kept this from me, but my parents had too. Not to mention the Ministry and whoever else knew.
"Nothing is definite-."
"ENOUGH," I snapped, standing up despite the pain in my body, "I'm tired of the riddles, and the secrets and all the lies! You kept this from me, something that seems rather important, and now I'm supposed to just live with it? My parents are missing, maybe even dead and now I've got to add this to the million other things I have to worry about. Thank you, sir."
With that, I huffed and dashed out of his office, leaving behind the very stunned Professor, nurse, and headmaster. I didn't care that I just yelled at fucking Dumbledore, because at that moment I could only see him as the most insensitive prick in all the wizarding world.
With tears in my eyes, (big fucking surprise, I'm crying again), I ran down the hallways, in a rush to nowhere. I was really tired, in my head, in my body, of all the shitty news I keep getting, day after day.
My parents are gone, god knows where they are, I was assaulted, and almost raped by three boys, and now I'm apparently a werewolf, or part werewolf... I don't know.
On top of all that I'm completely in love with someone I've only know for what? Three weeks? And he's my professor for god's sake.
I don't know what the bloody fuck I did to deserve any of this, (perhaps watching my language more closely would help), but Christ, I couldn't have been that bad.
What do I even have to live for? The only people I seem to have left are the twins, but if I keep this secret from them, how good of a friend can I be? Because I know I can't tell them, they'd worry, or even worse, abandon me. I didn't want them to be afraid of me, that would be almost as bad as them dying.
None of this made sense, not at all, and I couldn't help but feel something was missing in this story, but it was far too late in the evening to bother with any of it. Instead, I rushed off to the common room, up to my bed, and closed the curtains around me.
I laid, sort of spread-eagled on the mattress, before curling up into my blankets, holding on to the small stuffed dog I kept by my pillow each night. It had one small, black, button-eye, that I had to keep sewing on each time it fell off, and the other eye was just a large white ex, sewed into its dark "fur".
It's ratty and untamed, and a part of me wonders if I had it with me that night the death eaters came into my house, but I couldn't remember. I couldn't really remember anything from that night.
I played with the stuffed dogs' red collar, (which hung loose and well-worn around it's neck), until I finally drifted off into a restless sleep.
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[A/N] Woah, that chapter was (hopefully) interesting. Sorry for not updating sooner, I just got busy and couldn't find time to finish the chapter. I go back to school in like two days, so updates might be more random and may take longer, but I'll do my best. Aside from that, I just wanted to say thank you for any comments and/or votes, it means a lot! I'll definitely add more Lupin in further chapters, don't worry. I know I haven't really gotten detailed in that area, but I will soon! I solemnly swear on it! Anyway, I'll shut up now lol. Have a nice day loves!

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