A/N: I don't usually write/like Remus/O.C. stories, but this one popped into my head in the middle of class yesterday, and I thought I'd write a story about it.
Disclaimer: I don't and never will own Harry Potter. Sigh.
Summary: I'm walking through a vast flower field, barefoot. It's the dead of night. Suddenly, a cry is torn from my lips, and a clap of thunder booms overhead. A storm cloud shifts, and the light of the full moon reflects over everything around me. My young, beautiful face suddenly turns dark, and I know it looks as though I've aged thirty years. My painful transformation begins.
I skipped happily up my driveway after school. It was a beautiful spring day and there wasa light breeze that tickled my face. I knew it was considered "childish" to still skip around at sixteen, but I couldn't help myself. I was in a wonderful mood.
"Mummy! I'm home," I called out, dropping my bag by the doorway, and moving through the living room to the kitchen. I got to the kitchen and found my mother chopping carrots for a soup that we were having for dinner. My stomach grumbled. I snatched a carrot, and my mother lightly scolded me, but she had a smile on her face.
"Juliet, do behave yourself. How was school?"
"Boring as ever," I replied, now rifling through the fridge. What? I'm a growing girl!
"Mr. Evans gave us a pop quiz again, and I aced it again. Miss Smith gave me a paper back that I worked really hard on, and she gave a B! Can you imagine it? A B!!"
Mum smiled at my indignance, and she said, "Don't worry, Hun, there's always next time. I'm sure if you try extra hard next time, you'll be just fine."
Finishing my carrot, I went upstairs to my room. Now, I know what you're thinking. That I sound all snobby-like, what with being all angry over a B, and bragging about acing a test. But, to tell you the truth, I'm nothing like that. I just do that to please my parents. I have to keep my grades up or there'll be hell to pay. I plopped down to my bed, and flipped through a magazine I had picked up from the drugstore a few days ago. Then, I heard angry voices coming from downstairs. My father must have arrived without me hearing him, and he was upset about something.
Quietly, I crept out of my room, and stood on the stairs, pressed against the wall, straining to hear. "You don't understand, Ingrid! They'll kill us, every one! Think of your family! Think of Juliet!"
"I am," my mother said quietly. "Do you really think that I would suggest otherwise unless thinking of Juliet? Do you really believe that?"
I could tell my mother was close to tears, and I wondered what could have her so riled up.
"I knew this day was coming," came my father's muffled voice, probably buried in my mother's tight hugs. I don't know if you knew this, but Mum's hugs make everyone feel better, no matter what's wrong.
Like it? Hate it? Review and tell me how you feel! I didn't think this was going to be very big, but tons of ideas just started flowing after the first couple of chapters. :) I'll be posting the next chapter soon, probably tonight.