Disclaimer - J.K. Rowling owns these characters, not me.

A/N - It's my first fanfic...please be kind.


Remembering has always been hard for me. It hurts every time I wake up and know that now, after so many years, I am truly alone. But I am alone, and I must live with that truth for the rest of my life.

Why did he have to do it? If he'd just ... kept his mouth shut, they'd be alive. They'd all be alive.

Didn't seem the type, didn't at all. I suppose we should have guessed when he seemed so eager to take the job. He seemed so pleased, I thought it was because he, the small tag-along, was finally being trusted. We should have guessed, we should have realised that something was wrong but no, like idiots we believed him and he betrayed them, betrayed them to their deaths.

Of course, they left a legacy behind. Remembered, for all the wrong reasons. Their son, bye some strange miracle, survived but thankfully remembers none of it. He was only a year old at the time after all.

But to grow up with no parents, an orphan his whole life, even I don't have suffering to match that. My parents were always there for me after ... after I was bitten, they didn't reject me. I suppose I have that to be thankful for.

When I saw him again he was thirteen, the image of his father. His eyes though, he had his mother's eyes. I couldn't believe my luck when I was offered the teaching position at his school, being what am, and accepted it gladly. I knew I had enemies there, especially one person in particular. He's always hated me since ... well, I don't like to talk about it. But I was grateful for the chance.

Many things happened that year, things I'd rather forget but are fixed in my mind, catching my attention when they are nudged forward by stray thoughts. Being a lycanthrope does those types of things. Heightened senses always seeing a glimpse, or tasting, or smelling something that brings back painful memories.

I can block them out, for a time, but they always come back to haunt me in the end.

Some memories are too hard to forget. They're branded on your consciousness, never to be removed. Some things just hurt too much to be dismissed from your mind.

Some things you never forget.