I transferred to Hogwarts to escape my past. However, no matter how fast I run its always right around the corner, lurking, hiding in the shadows. I came to Hogwarts to try my share at a normal life. But it seems that normalcy is a luxury even I can't afford. I thought that by coming here things would be simple, however - with impossible choices to make, an escaped convict, and my past threatening to consume me - it seems like things couldn't get worse. (Set in Harry Potter and The Prisoner of Azkaban) WARNING: Sensitive topics including death, substance abuse, and physical abuse.

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❝I’ll study you and you’ll study me❞ he breathed down my neck huskily, his warm breath creating goosebumps all over my body. It’s like he had some sort of trance over me, no matter how hard I tried I couldn’t move away and he knew it too. ❝And what exactly will you study?❞ I could feel my heart panic as he managed to move even closer. I backed up a little until I was fully pressed against the lab bench ❝Your body❞