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"what're you doing over here?"
zemora had her gaze lost in the clouds within the sky when harry potter made his way around the corner of the hall. she resided upon the wall separating the opening of the hall and the courtyard. she was positioned to shield away sun, at least until harry found himself sitting by her side. the sun rays would hit her night-sky eyes from precise angles forcing the brown to glimmer ever so slightly.
"no permission slip?"
zemora shook her head, the act followed by a shallow chuckle. "seems as though his torment is never enough."
"if it makes you feel any better, mine either." harry said nearly below a whisper as his piercing gaze remained upon her features. "we'll be stuck here together."
"we're a lot alike, you and i." zemora finally met harry's blue orbs which lingered with specks of green. her head tilted in a studious matter before a gentle grin was forming upon her lips, forcing her dimples to be visible. "consider us kindred spirits, potter."
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"professor, can i ask you something?"
"you want to know why i stopped the both of you facing your boggarts, yes?" remus lupin concluded the question swarming the potter boy's brain. the three made their way down the bridge connecting the forbidden forrest to an entrance to the school. "i thought it'd be obvious."
"he was going to use a curse." zemora's elbows leaned against the railing as her gaze remained in the mountains in the distance. "that's why he did it for me. as for you, harry, well—"
"i assumed yours would take the shape of lord voldemort." the professor replicated zemora's position by her side, harry doing to the same after mere moments.
the potter boy couldn't express the emotion zemora's words conjured, much less pin point the feeling. harry simply recognized the hopelessness it brought as he attempted to rid himself of the thoughts growing darker by the second.
"i did think of voldemort at first." harry finally stated with a subtle shake of his head. "but then zemora said she couldn't face it and i thought of the night on the train— watching her in pain, the dementor."
remus turned his frame towards harry, nearly blocking the gryffindor from feeling the piercing gaze of the girl's eye. "that suggest what you fear most is fear itself, as well as losing the ones you love."
"before we fainted, we heard something." zemora's shallow tone forced the professor to flip his position towards her. "a girl— screaming."
"dementors force us to relive our very worst memories." remus then glanced between the teenagers in a studious matter. "our pain becomes their power."
"i heard myself." zemora's words were nearly missed as her voice broke due to the sudden realization to dawn. "i was begging for mercy."
"then it must of been my mother." harry finally stated after a moment of pondering in his thoughts. "the night she was murdered."
zemora black felt her eyes shut tightly in response to the reminder of james and lily potter's death. it nearly broke her heart into pieces any time the parents of harry would cross her mind, especially with the knowledge eating away at zemora's conscious.
"the very first time i saw the two of you, i recognized you immediately. you by your eyes, and you by everything else." remus allowed his gaze to flicker to harry before finding zemora's eye. "harry, you have your mother's eyes, and zemora has the face of regulus black, brother of the notorious sirius black."
"you were a marauder." zemora pushed off the railing in an abrupt sense with her thoughts wondering to the yearbook of 1978. "friends with james potter, peter petigrew, and sirius black."
"oh, yes." the professor turned on his heel in order to dismiss eye contact with the descendants of his very best friends. "i knew lily, i knew all of them."
zemora couldn't grasp how heartless sirius black must of been in order to betray even his dearest friends. how he chose his family's beliefs over the unconditional love of friendship.
and now, there was now another member of her family unbeknownst to the teenager who forced a swarm of curiosity to arise.
"lily was there for me at a time when no one else was. not only was she a singularly gifted witch, she was also an uncommonly kind woman. she had a way of seeing the beauty in others, even, and most especially, when that person could not see it in themselves." professor lupin had made his way to the opposite side of the bridge, while zemora found herself by harry's side with her hands stuffed within her pockets. "as for james and sirius, on the other hand, they— well, they had a certain, shall we say, talent for trouble."
zemora's gaze continuously found the side of harry's face in attempts to study the slightest smile upon his lips in response to the words spoken of his parents from another who'd personally known the lot. it wasn't until statements of sirius black were being uttered did zemora's attention completely falter.
"a talent, rumor has it, they have passed onto the two of you."
"what was he like?" zemora stared towards the lupin man with curiosity dancing across her features. "before, i mean."
"he was my best friend. i was able to see the good in him just as i see the good in you, zemora." remus' hand came to zemora's shoulder in a comforting sense. "every good part of them lives in the two of you. in time, you'll come to see just how much."
