Time Turner * Sirius Black✔️

3 9 * myrtle's death tale and an i love you runaway

BONNIE IGNORED SIRIUS the next morning when he waited for her in the common room. She had no time to feel bad for herself. Lily and Marlene tried to make Bonnie talk the night before, but Bonnie just went to sleep. Now, she was on a mission to go to the library instead of breakfast where all it would be is awkward thanks to Mr. Can't-Keep-It-In-His-Pants.

She looked like death when she passed herself in a mirror on the way to the library. Her hair was messily thrown into a ponytail, loose tendrils falling all over her face. Her red eyes held bags because no matter how much she tried to deny it, she cried silently most of the night.

She felt like this was her own fault. Maybe in this life, she had rushed and pushed her admiration for Sirius too far. Maybe he just wasn't mature enough for a relationship. Maybe she was hoping for one good thing to happen in this shit mess, and it didn't.

Sighing, she smiled timidly at Madame Pince, moving to old Hogwarts records. Taking out many books from thirty or so years ago, she slammed them all unapologetically onto a table. She knew she had gotten up early, but she hoped she would be able to find what she needed before classes began.

Going through different books, she finally found the evil wizard's name. Of course, Tom Riddle was the heir of Slytherin. She felt silly for not remembering before. When she saw other people's names, she was searching for anything about any dead students or anything about the Chamber of Secrets.

She pushed aside the first book when she had seen Tom Riddle as a first year, knowing he would not open the Chamber in his first year. She found him each year in the old records, frowning more when nothing stood out to her.

She heard more students moving about in the hallways, frowning when nothing was working out in her favor. She wasn't anywhere near finding another Horcrux nor a way to destroy them, her eyes closing in anxiety.

When she opened them a few moments later, she felt her hands shaking. Her breaths shortened, almost becoming nothing at all. She felt a silent sob leave her lips. Before she could think of anything else, she felt a hand grab hers from her forehead.

The warm, calloused hand began rubbing circles on her knuckles as he spoke softly. "Breathe, Bonnie. You're all right. You're safe. I'm here," the werewolf spoke softly. He noticed the books around her, his eyes not enjoying the words he was reading. He pulled out a book from his bag, a book of Edgar Allen Poe poems. He began to read in a whisper, noticing how her hands stopped shaking. He smiled as he read, holding onto Bonnie when she leaned her head on his shoulder.

"I'm sorry," Bonnie whispered after a few moments, knowing they were late for their first lesson. She leaned off of Remus as he closed his book. He smiled warmly at her, knowing everything in her head was running a mile a minute. "I'm trying to find the year Riddle opened the Chamber, but I got overwhelmed."

"Don't apologize, Bon," he said softly. "I'll help. What year is in he in where you are at?"

"Fourth. I was about to move to the next year," she said softly.

Remus nodded, moving ahead and handing her another book. They sat there for almost twenty minutes in silence before he said, "Uh... Bonnie? I need to show you something..." Bonnie looked up, moving closer to Remus to see what he found. "It just showed the record of the school that year. McGonagall wrote it."

Bonnie read through McGonagall's notes, seeing how the young witch was frightened when the Chamber was open and the threat was alive. She was terrified for the students. Toward the end of the year's log, McGonagall grew solemn. "June thirteenth nineteen forty-three, Myrtle Elizabeth Warren dies from the monstrous beast within the walls of the Chamber."