Falling, Fallen || Remus Lupin

Chapter One

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Before her first year attending Hogwarts, Rosemary was used to being by herself.

She always played alone in the backyard of her cottage running through the weeds and picking the wild flowers that grew from the bushes behind the garden. She loved to place them in her hair. However, the second her parents rushed out of their home calling for her to come inside quickly, as there was a strange man in a cloak with a very important letter addressed to her waiting in the kitchen, everything had changed.

Learning about the magical world was very difficult for her parents. They always asked a thousand questions whenever they couldn't quite understand something magical that Rosemary would blurt out at dinnertime. But eventually, they got around to understanding just how special their daughter truly was. They felt nothing but pride in being her parents, once they got over the initial shock, of course.

Rosemary always had a wild imagination and knew how to keep herself busy as she was an only child. She'd always pretend she had magical powers when playing make-believe games in her garden when she was just a little girl, so finding out she was truly a witch was everything she ever hoped for.

It was half past nine in the morning when Rosemary realized if she would sleep in any longer, she'd never be able to catch her train in time for Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She reluctantly got out of bed and brushed her hair lazily before rushing to brush her teeth and get all her things ready.

"Darling, you need to eat something." Her mother cried out before she could stop her daughter from bursting out of the room.

Rosemary was holding her trunk filled with everything she needed for her sixth year already while trying, and failing rather miserably, to wrap her Gryffindor scarf around her neck.

"Sorry, mum. I'm already late!" she replied back leaving her mother standing in the wooden entryway of her bedroom door all alone. As she was about to dash down the stairs, she paused and turned back around to give a kiss to her mother's cheek.

Hilda sighed while looking down at her daughter. "Oh, alright. At least eat something from the trolley." She warned her daughter, trying to hide her smile. Rosemary nodded paying almost no attention to where she was going while turning back around and rushing out of her home.

Sending a loud whistle into the living room, she called out for her cat, Rudi, who was hiding somewhere in the home when he popped out from behind the sofa, following her out the door before she could get the chance to close it. He was a pudgy little guy, with very fluffy white fur and loved to hate anything that wasn't Rosemary.

She quickly skipped some steps as she headed down the porch of her country cottage, meeting her father in front of her. Taking her trunk to carry it for himself, he gave her a kiss to the top of her head before opening the car trunk and throwing her things inside. They drove along the country road until there were barely any trees left to see, arriving at King's Cross Station.

It was now almost eleven in the morning when they arrived at their destination and the train was about to leave soon. Rosemary and her father both walked along the side of the platform together until Thaddeus turned to his daughter as they reached the entrance to platform 9 3/4. "Where's the scruffy looking boy?" he asked her looking around for the troublemaker with poor vision and jet black hair. This made Rosemary remember fondly of her first encounter with the Potter boy all those years ago.

The first time she arrived at platform 9 3/4, all of her excitement had turned into nerves when facing the large brick wall towering in front of her short figure. Minutes felt like hours as she was staring at the wall frozen in place when suddenly she felt a strong elbow nudge her arm roughly snapping her out of her thoughts.