❝my papa always told me that you can't trust anybody, no matter what.❞
❝why would he say that?❞
❝his own love betrayed their best friends and the family they shared❞
HOPE JAMES LUPIN-BLACK
+ GEORGE FABIAN WEASLEY
AN UNEXPECTED LOVE STORY
◎ book one...
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CHAPTER THIRTEEN
❛She's a little blonde girl, Miss Hope Lupin❜
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The sound of the bell ringing echoed through the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, signifying the end of class. Most students gathered their stuff, but Hope just stared at her father who shut his lesson plan book.
"Wait a moment, Harry. I'd like a word." said Remus, from the front of the class.
Hope gave Harry a sad glance as she packed up her books. Once she was out of the class, Harry walked up to Remus, who was scanning his book.
"I heard about the match."
Harry looked up with furrowed eyebrows. "You weren't there? You always come to Hope's matches."
"Couldn't bring myself to," he replied quickly. "Is there any chance of fixing your broom?"
"No, the tree smashed it to bits." said Harry, looking down at his shoes.
Remus looked up, meeting Harry's line of vision. "How is Hope? I heard she fell off of her broom?"
"Uh, yeah, Cedric caught her though." told Harry, fidgeting with his fingers. "She's distancing herself from a lot of people."
The professor looked up in concern. "What do you mean, Harry?"
"Well, after what happened with her and Alfie--"
Remus' eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "Her and Alfie? What happened?"
"They got into a physical fight in Lee's dormitory. Oliver Wood and Lee Jordan had to break it up after Alfie broke Hope's nose."
The Lupin man stared at the teenage boy in shock, as this was the first time he had heard of it. "Harry, Hope is going through a rough time."
Harry frowned as he spoke. "She has bruises all over, Professor. Hermione, Ron, and I are getting really worried."
"Bruises?"
"Yeah, like big purple ones." said the Potter boy, motioning to his arms.
"Do you think it was that boy?" questioned Remus, quiet as one could be. "Ron's brother?"
