See You Again

-𝕏𝕀𝕀𝕀-

She lay in bed, twirling the resurrection stone between her fingers. Obviously, it's not the Horcrux still hidden in Little Hangleton, in the Gaunt shack. For now. Though the stone on the ring would now be nothing but a regular stone. Death told her she could use the stone to talk to him whenever she liked. And at the moment, she was currently debating on it. When she accepted the deal to go back and save the ones she loved, she was only thinking of doing exactly that: saving them. She didn't take into account Remus and his little furry problem. During her hunt for the Horcruxes, she had an unfortunate "run in" with Fenrir Greyback — during the full moon. He damn near tore her right leg and left arm off! And she only lived because she summoned the sword and stabbed him through the brain as he was going for her throat. Trapped under the massive wolf's corpse and bleeding out fast, she had no choice but to call Dobby and Kreacher as she passed out.

When they healed her and she awoke a few days later, she immediately resumed her hunt... despite their protests. She had to; everyone was counting on her; she couldn't stop! Pain was nothing new to Ara; she grew up with nothing but pain. Physically, mentally, emotionally. She was used to it. When the full moon arrived, she had located a cave and used some blood runes to secure it. Most of the waiting was in fear of the unknown and remembering how much it affected Remy. She was scared to do it alone, but it was bearable. Breaking bones was nothing new to her, especially after her life with the Dursleys. Though the growing fangs part and the spine snapping and reshaping part was pretty fucking painful. But the rest, she could manage. Remus, however... he was turned around five by Greyback, but he still wasn't used to the pain. Which was made worse by his rejection of the wolf part of himself. Reject something enough, it'll start to fight back, and so it did. It made it feel worse. If she had the power to take that away from him, to stop his suffering... then what's a few more centuries added to her price?

And so, she did it. Tomorrow only Ara will feel the suffering effects leading up to the full moon. Death wasn't happy, but he understood that it meant a lot to her. Besides, he knows how stubborn she could be. The price was worth it! Remus won't suffer anymore, and it was with that thought in mind that she finally drifted off to sleep.

ϟϟϟ

He tossed and turned all night; tomorrow he'd begin feeling the effects of the oncoming full moon. His friends had learned he was a werewolf in first year, and instead of ostracizing him, they wanted to help him. This summer they finally completed their process into becoming Animagi. It meant a great deal to him, but he still was a bit antsy because he didn't want to accidentally hurt them. It was going to be their first full moon together, and if it didn't work... He didn't even want to think about that. It was with that worry in mind that he unfortunately managed to fall asleep.

Something was different. Strange. He wasn't fatigued or sore; he wasn't irritable or suffering from fluctuating temperatures — not even a little pale. He felt normal, yet so very different. Did he miscount the days wrong or something? He slowly sat up in his bed, completely baffled after double-checking the calendar. Then he checked it a third time, just to make sure. Deciding not to look a gift horse in the mouth, he decided to simply get ready for class. When his friends finally woke up, he could tell they were just as baffled as he was. Normally, they'd have to drag him out of bed and force him to get ready for class. Yet, here he was, already showered, dressed, and reading a book on his bed, waiting for them to hurry up.

'What's wrong with you?' mumbled Sirius as he stared at Remus with an equally accusing but confused face. 'Absolutely nothing,' Remus stated, with a completely innocent expression. James paused in tying his tie before making his way next to Sirius, who was still looking at Remus suspiciously. Which naturally, prompted James to look at Remus suspiciously. 'You're dressed, showered, reading, and are up before us... Did you loot the Hospital wing and not tell us? Did you find some good stuff for your furry effects?' Remus snorted, 'No, I didn't loot the Hospital wing. For one, I'd never do it alone — who would I blame if we got caught? And second of all, I just feel... different today. Normal.' 'Normal...' chorused James and Sirius. 'Yep, now if you idiots are done getting ready, let's go. I'm starving.' He got up and walked out, leaving behind a baffled Sirius and James staring at the door. Peter walked out of the bathroom a second later. 'What's with you guys? What did I miss?'

The three boys sat at the Gryffindor table in shock, staring at Remus as he piled up his plate with breakfast. Remus then casually looked at them, before smirking, and offering a piece of bacon. Which snapped them out of their shock. 'You really feel okay?' whispered James, 'Like nothing at all?' added Sirius. 'Mhm. Perfectly fine. Now let's just — ' But whatever Remus was gonna say, they didn't find out. He'd suddenly cut himself off as he looked towards the Great Hall doors. The three then followed Remus's gaze to none other than, Adhara Potter, or as she is currently going by "Ara Lovella." She was paler than usual, looked fatigued, winced a little from certain movements, and was barely touching her food when she finally sat down and made herself a plate. To the untrained eye, she looked perfectly normal, but they were best friends with a Werewolf for five years now. They knew the signs. At least now they know what kind of creature she is. But the real question was... did she?