Sweet Hermione




Hi people!

I'm Charlotte, 18 years old, and I write since I was 9 years old.
And this is my new fanfiction. It is the first one I present on this website. 
I am not a very fast writer (my first book took me 3 years... that will say a lot, uh?) but I will do my best. 
But I do not think that I can post I chapter per day!!

 :arrow: I would love to get responses for my story! Please PB me, or post in the topic ''Tell us what you think''. Thanks!!

Warning:

-Violence
-Curse words
-Sexual aspects (just a little bit) 

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A young werewolf's eye


Chapter 1

Lupin sat in an armchair, near the cracking flames of the fireplace. He was at Grimbould Place 12, Sirius’s old, hated house. The acient building was quit emptied of the stuff that remembered of the old Black family, though it was repallent to sit here. It still had the ruinous corridors, the tapestry with the family three (Sirius’s name, forever, blacked by fire) and the atmosphere of inherent, wicked ideas and neurotic thoughts.
He stared into the red flames, thinking of what had happened just a month ago.
Dubledore’s dead had burst in like a bomb. 
He had felt weak, torn apart, overwhelmed of the enormous inner pain he had felt. Firstly, it had been James and Lily, than Sirius, and now it was Dumbledore. Strong, gracieus, calm Dumbledore. Killed by the teacher he thought he knew... that he trusted...
And how many times he had tried to stop him of thinking: I could be next...

Still submerged by his thoughts, he heard a knock on the door. ‘Enter,’ he said, looking up.
It was Tonks. Her hair was as vivedly bubblegompink as usuelly. She had a wary smile on her face. Lupin could not help himself not to smile back. Tonks grabbed a chair opposite Lupin and sat down. They looked at each other and did not knew what to say.
But however, he had the idea that it wasn’t necessary. They sat there for a while, and stared dreamily into each other eyes. But suddenly, he sighed, and looked back into the fireplace.

After a short while, they heard a woman’s voice.
‘Dinner!’ called Mrs. Weasley. They both rose from their chairs and walked down the stairs.
They entered the kitchen. It was very warm in there. A small, chubby woman turned around and smiled at them. Mrs. Weasley didn’t looked very healthy. She had dark circels around her thump eyes, her skin was almost greyish and her smile weak. 
She took two plates, filled with patatoes and beans, and pushed it into their hands. 
‘C’mon,’ she said, her voice faintly, ’to the dining room.’ But Lupin stood still and examined her. ‘You’re allright, Molly?’ he asked tentively. She made a gesture that could mean ‘yes’, 
as well as ‘no’ and shrugged. Tonks walked to the dining room, and Lupin and Molly followed. They ate their dinner silently. 

When Lupin had finished, Mrs. Weasley took a deap breath and asked suddenly: 
‘Remus, can I ask you something?’ 
Lupin looked up, while terrifying things were flowing through his mind. 
‘It’s a... it’s quit a story… but I hope you would do it... same for you, Tonks.’ 
Lupin and Tonks exchanged anxious looks. ‘Well, you know, of course, the stuff about Greyback,’ Mrs. Weasley said. ‘Recently, he had attacked a lot of children. Most of them are just kidnapped by himself, to make them, some kind of Death Eathers.’ 
Lupin felt like a stone had fallen into his stomach. 

‘Fortunately, some children could sneak away, back to their parents. But two children, a brother and a sister, are in a real bad situation. Their parents are missing. It is unpunctually and unknown if the parents are on our side, or on the other.’ Tonks frowned. 
‘So now you want to ask him,’ she murmered, while she was staring at her empty plate,
‘if he wants to take care of them?’ Without waiting for an answer, she continued:
‘But why them? St. Mungo’s can look after them. And there a plenty of young werewolves.’ Mrs. Weasley didn’t looked suprised. ‘I thought that was obvious, Tonks,’ she said calmly. ‘Remus can help them perfectly, with their new...configuration. And you are an Auror, of course. If you two get attacked... You’re trained for this. Besides, the new Minister asked me. He told me they really are in an awful state... I guess it will be very necessary, then. Darling, we must try to help these young kids. If all those young werewolves join You-Know-Who…’ She shivered. ‘It’s so unfair… they’re only just children... ’
‘I will do it, Molly,’ said Lupin suddenly. He saw her eyes sparkeling as he said it.
‘I know it is, and I always will,’ he said. ‘I will try to help them, as good as possible.’
Tonks looked at him, midly suprised. ‘Please join him, Tonks,’ said Mrs. Weasley. 
Then, Tonks smiled, while her eyes seemed to glow strangely. ‘I will do it,’ she said.


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