Faded Memories (OPEN)

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OOC Note: This is set the morning after the night the werewolves attacked.

What happened? Where was he? What was going on? Confusion struck Remus, as he lay curled up, his head pounding. The werewolf moved a little, before letting out a soft groan and opening his eyes. He hissed slightly as the sunlight hit his eyes, which caused him to squint. Wait, sunlight? Remus frowned as he slowly lifted his head and looked around him. His vision was still a little blurred and his mind was exhausted; however he wasn’t sure what was going on. Slowly the room came in to focus, wait this place looked familiar. When the rest of the room came sharply in to view, Remus’s eyes widened in horror. Why was he in his office? What happened last night? Moving a little, he ignored the pain and felt something soft beneath him. Soft? Glancing down, Remus realised that he was lying across his couch.

Well, what had once been his couch anyway. Now it was nothing more than a few pieces of wood held together by a large middle part of fabric. Panic struck Remus as he slowly sat up and looked around him. The sight he was met with, made his eyes only widen more. Mouth now open, the werewolf looked around the room in horror. Books were thrown all over the floor; pages littered the area around him. Large scratches covered the walls; pieces of furniture were ripped up. Looking over towards his desk, Remus realised that it had been flipped upside down. The contents from his draws split all over near it, his window behind now shattered. Something wasn’t right here, what had happened? He didn’t remember transforming in here. Turning towards his door, he let out a small gasp, as he saw it was barely holding on by its hinges.

His head continued to pound hard, throbbing painfully. Why did he feel like he had been hit with a curse? Letting out a sigh, Remus laid back down on the couch, his eyes closed. Now everyone would know, no doubt about it. How was he going to get out of this one? The werewolf had little energy to move, but felt it was best he work this out sooner than later. Ignoring his throbbing headache, Remus slowly sat back up again. A little shaky yes, but he wanted to find out what was going on. Slowly he stood from the couch, his body shaky and his mind a little blurred. Cheeks now flushed, Remus looked around in search of his clothes.

Upon finding them in the corner, he moved to grab them before slowly getting dressed. That turned out to be a little more of a struggle than he had intended, but soon enough he was dressed. Reaching for his wand, Remus cast a charm and the room began to clear itself up. What a bizarre start to the morning. After that, he quickly left the room and moved in to the corridor. Tucking his wand inside of his pockets, the werewolf went on the search for someone. Last night was all a blur for him, now panic had taken over instead. Why was he in Hogwarts walls? Surely, hadn’t he been in the Shrieking Shack like always? Pain covered his body and his mind wasn’t all there, his strength weak. But right now, he needed answers. Something wasn’t right.

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Tag: Remus & Severus

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Horrible. Just horrible.

There was no word strong enough to describe what had happened last night. He could only say it was beyond terrible. He did not expect such a thing to happen. One moment, he was in the best of mood. The next, he was completely frightened and was trying to save his own life. They all said Hogwarts was the safest place in Britain. Now look at what happened. Werewolves. Werewolves roaming the freaking school!

No matter how many times he questioned himself, he could not come to any conclusion as to why it happened. Where did all those werewolves come from? Obviously, if it was you-know-who and his Death Eaters, there had to be some kind of transportation. He knew the school was protected by a lot of spells, apparating was not an option. But it did not sound possible. Unless they had an insider, they could not bring the werewolves in undetected easily. That aside, there was another more terrifying theory. What if the wolves came from within the walls of Hogwarts? It may sound even more impossible. He had studied here for six years, how come nothing ever happened until now? He could not explain. He doubted anyone else could.

Figuring the more he tried to answer it, the more confused he would be. Virgil shook his head to clear the thoughts. He was not standing in the send floor male bathroom, washing his face to ease the bad feelings still lingered since last night. In difference to the others who went back to their room, the sixth year boy needed some solitude, to think of all the events lately. The werewolves were eventually restrained few hours before dawn. However, the damages were done. There were students who got bitten or badly injured. He was almost one of them to be honest. Virgil really sympathize the people infected with lycanthropy but he was not an idiot who would die because of that. He completely forgave them though. All the blame should go to whoever planned it.

The boy finished washing and styling his hair back to normal then released a long yawn. He only managed to get less than one hour of sleep. Not much astonishment to see one unable to sleep after last night. Even his sleep was uneasy, for he was not in his bed as usual. He was in the Great Hall with the other safe students while the teachers were tending to the injured. His neck was aching from sleeping while sitting at the table. They were only released from there when the sun started rising, which meant the werewolves turned back to their original form. The professors probably moved them to the Hospital Wing, for he could not see any of them in the corridors while making his way to the bathroom where he remembered seeing them being knocked down the night before.

Exiting the room, he wondered what to do next. Hopefully, classes would be cancelled today to fix all the damages. Yet, he knew he had better not keep his hope too high. Breakfast was possibly being served, judging from the time. However, he was not in the mood for food. It had nothing to do with the fact he had a feast in the school’s kitchen last night before the werewolves attacked. He just simply could not find the mind to eat after seeing sick humans being used like tools for killing and achieving goals. He was still sticking to the first theory that those werewolves were released into the school by the Death Eaters. First Hogsmeade, now Hogwarts. It was unacceptable, in his opinion. One would be really surprised to hear a Slytherin like him would defense werewolf rights. People were so biased at times, even the nicest. Being part of the snake house automatically made him a bad guy in most of the other students’ eyes. He could not blame them for it. His housemates were a bunch of bullies and full of brawn but no brain. Also, a bunch of blood discrimination supporters. Yes, he was not going to encourage blood purification either, with his own reasons. He found no interest in such things. He found it frustrating that everyone around him was pretty much holding the opposite ideals, even his own parents.

Too busy thinking, he had forgotten where he was going and ended up taking the wrong staircase that led him to the fourth floor instead of the first floor to return to the common room, which was now moving far away from him. When he realized, he was already in the fourth floor corridor. Slapping his hand on his forehead in irritation, he turned, about to go back to the staircases. Just then, he heard some sort of noises. It was very low, but he swore he heard it. It was no mistake there were noises coming from a room of the corridor. Maybe he was not the only one here after all. That was odd. Aside from him wandering around, most people were on the lower floors. He did not see why someone would be on the fourth floor at this time. Curiously, Virgil moved further into the corridor, peeking into the library first for any sight of life.

Someone came out of the librarian office out of a sudden, which startled him. He turned to face the person and was quite surprised when he saw who it was. The person was none other than the Defense Against Dark Arts teacher in his third year and now one of their librarian, who he later learned was a werewolf at the end of the school year. He looked in bad shape. Now it all seemed clear to him. Last night, he was probably knocked out in the room by someone during his werewolf rage. Virgil just stared at the man, blank on what to do or say.

[SEVERUS TOBIAS SNAPE]

Seven days to the poison And a place in heaven Time drawing near as They come to take us This is where heroes and cowards part ways remus & virgil words let me know if anything needs changing

The night had been as horrendous as anticipated - though in many ways it was both far better and far worse than Severus ever could have imagined. Thanks to the preparations put into place, the death toll had been mitigated to zero. Casualties and the turned, however, had remained considerably numerous. There were several students being gently informed of the new curse on their lives. Children who had never before met a werewolf in any violent capacity now were werewolves and would have to spend the rest of their lives dealing with that stigma - provided the Ministry and the war allowed them to survive what had become of them. On the side of stressful but could be worse, the four children in the school whom Severus was personally invested in had all survived the night unchanged. However, they were not unscathed. Hermione and Ronald had both been infected and were undergoing diagnostics to determine the depth of the effects they were now cursed with - however, with the hospital wing brimming with patients in critical condition, those tests would have to wait. Harry had disobeyed him, and though he had come out unscathed, Severus had been considerably horrified. Luckily for the both of them, the professor had been too distracted to lose his temper on Harry, considering who came into the hospital wing in a state Severus had not been prepared to face. Even now, Lucas Mulciber failed to respond to waking spells and potions, forcing the Healers to focus on his injuries and pray that their attempts to rouse him had not intensified the problem. With Lucas in a coma, Severus was adrift and admittedly far more terrified than he dared to reveal. He had checked with Albus and assured himself that all the students remained alive - which left only one werewolf unaccounted for. Severus would fret over his godson and his Gryffindors later. His primary concern now was ascertaining whether or not Remus Lupin was dead - and if he wasn't, seeing to it that he wished he were. Storming into the library, Severus nearly crashed into one of his own serpents, who was busy staring stupidly at the disaster area that was Lupin's office. "Move, Chapman," Severus snapped, brushing past the child with an expression that promised death as he approached Remus, his wand appearing in his hand to direct itself toward Remus' chest in a dangerous manner. "What do you remember, Lupin?" No explanation, no introduction. Severus was past the point of reason. Too many children, and now the only brother left to him, his godson, the trio - he was through with taking things calmly. Perhaps it was unfair to use Remus as his target, but Severus knew. He knew there was only one werewolf who could have gotten the jump on Lucas Mulciber. And he wanted to hear it from the bastard's own mouth.

Varon