Chapter 2 : Fences
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A week after Sirius’ visit to the Zabini Manor, he and Bera had decided to visit each other’s home once a week for the rest of the summer. They would write letters to each other practically every day.
Andrew found it practically ridiculous at how love-struck his twin sister was. It annoyed him at how often Sirius showed up at their house and how happy Bera would be from receiving one single letter from him. Andrew honestly didn’t see what the big deal was. So, they’re dating, does that mean that they have to be around each other all the time? He would never understand.
“He’s coming over today!” Bera said in a cheery voice as she poked her head into her brother’s bedroom.
“That’s good for you,” Andrew muttered, rolling his eyes at his sister. “Isn’t he a little late today? It’s practically eight o’clock.”
“Well, you don’t seem to sound too ecstatic about it,” Bera muttered. “And he told me that he had later plans today,” Bera shrugged.
“How many times do I have to remind you that I’m not too fond of Sirius?” He sighed.
“I didn’t realize you hated him,” she shrugged.
“I don’t hate him,” Andrew said. “I just strongly dislike Gryffindors and blood traitors.”
“Don’t call him that!” Bera snapped. “He’s not a blood traitor--he’s a person! Just like you and me!”
Andrew didn’t bother arguing with his sister, because it would be pointless. “Alright,” he sighed, shoving his hands in his pockets. “I’m going to meet Regulus in Diagonalley, feel free to join me,” he sighed.
“Did you not hear what I said before? I’m spending the day with Sirius,” Bera snapped, exiting her brother’s room. She quickly went across the hall to her own bedroom, slamming the door behind her. “Idiot,” she muttered, seating herself at her dresser and observing herself in the mirror.
She picked up a brush and began combing her curls. She hummed to herself as she continued to brush her hair.
Though, all of a sudden someone had cupped their hands over Bera’s eyes. “Guess who,” that familiar voice said.
“James?” Bera said in confusion, turning to face James Potter. “What are you doing here?” She asked excitedly, standing up from her chair and hugging him tightly.
“Sirius brought me here,” James shrugged, grinning. “He’s in the dining room talking to your mum, I think,” James shrugged. “So, come on, then.”
“Alright,” Bera said, following James to the exit of her room.
“He’s been driving me crazy, you know?” James chuckled. “He never shut up about you for a second,” he continued.
“Really?” Bera said, feeling her face turn a slight pink color.
“Yeah,” James chuckled. “Especially after....well, you know,” he muttered, looking at the floor.
“Was he really that bad?” Bera asked quietly.
“Yeah,” James sighed. “But, now that you’re back, he seems much more like himself these last few days.”
“That’s good,” Bera said. “Come on,” she said, pulling James along by the sleeve of his shirt. Sirius was talking to Bera’s mother, but the conversation ceased immediately after James and Bera had entered the room. “What’s going on in here?” Bera asked, grinning at Sirius.
“Not much, just having a quick chat with your mum,” he shrugged. “So, are you ready to go out, Mini Zabini?”
“Go out where?” Bera asked curiously.
“That’s for us to know and for you to find out,” James said.
“Okay, you apparated me in the middle of some woods,” Bera said as the three of them continued to walk through the woods. “For what reason?”
“We have something to show you,” James said.
“It’s a secret that we’ve been keeping from you for a while,” Sirius said.
“Exactly what kind of secret are you talking about?” Bera asked inquiringly.
“It’s not exactly our secret to tell,” Sirius replied.
“It’s Remus’,” James said.
“What about Remus?” Bera asked, turning back to look at James.
“Let’s just say he has a furry little problem...” he muttered, scratching the back of his head.
“‘A furry little...’” Bera repeated as Sirius continued to lead her through the woods. “I don’t understand.”
“Oh, you will,” James said. “Sirius, has he taken the potion?”
“Yes, I made sure of it,” Sirius said. “It’ll be safe...or at least as safe as we make it out to be,” Sirius sighed, running his fingers through his hair.
They came to a clearing in the woods. It was so dark and dense that there was barely a trace of. what light was left from the setting sun. “Moony?” James called.
“I’m right here,” Remus said. Bera, Sirius, and James turned to see Remus leaning against a tree trunk.
“Remus, are you alright?” Bera asked, stepping in front of him to observe him better. His skin was paler than usual and extremely clammy. Bera placed her hand on his forehead and immediately snatched it away; his skin was scorching. She looked at him in confusion. She knew that his mother was ill and had to visit her often, but maybe he had finally caught it after all of these years. Bera ran her fingers along Remus’ scarred cheek. This scar was new; it hadn’t been there at the end of the term.
“I’m fine, Bera,” he said in a weak voice, gently grabbing her wrist and pulling it away.
“You’re ill,” Bera pointed. “We need to get him to St. Mungo’s,” she said, turning to James and Sirius.
“We can’t,” James said, shaking his head. “There’s nothing they can do for him.”
“Why?” Bera asked.
“Because, Bera,” Remus said, exhaling deeply and pushing a few strands sandy blonde hairs from his eyes. “I’m a werewolf.”
Bera gaped at Remus. There was a long silence. There was no way he said what she thought he said. This was sweet, nice Remus. One of her closest friends. There’s no way he could be a werewolf. No, no way.
“Er, what?” Bera asked. “Surely, I heard you wrong?”
“No,” Remus said sternly. “I’m a werewolf.”
“But--but...how?” She asked, looking at him curiously. “For how long?” she asked quietly.
“Since I was eleven,” Remus murmured quietly.
“It’s true,” Sirius said. “Remus is a werewolf.”
“If this is a joke, this isn’t funny,” Bera growled.
“It’s not,” James said, shaking his head. “We wouldn’t joke about something like this.”
“I don’t believe you,” Bera said. “This is the worst prank you’ve ever pulled.”
“It’s starting,” Remus grunted. “Get her away.”
“Bera come over here,” Sirius said. But, Bera didn’t move. She was watching Remus. He was changing.His limbs looked as though they were stretching as a thick coat of fur began to take over his skin. His fingernails had turned to dangerously sharp claws and Bera’s eyes widened in awe. Sirius hurried over to her and pulled her away by the shoulders. “You have to move away!” He picked her up and pulled her to the other side of the clearing.
“But he’s-But he’s--” she said. All Bera could do was stutter as she watched Remus transform into a--a werewolf.
“Bera, close your eyes and count to three,” James said.
“Just do it,” he said.
“Alright,” Bera said shakily. She hesitantly closed her eyes. “One, two....three,” she murmured quietly. She opened her eyes and she was somehow standing in the middle of the clearing. “Sirius...? James...?” She asked in a fairly high, fearful tone. “Remus?”
She heard a light snort from behind her. She stiffened and slowly turned around. She held her breath in. Standing before her was a werewolf. Her eyes widened in fear and she couldn’t move. “R-Remus?” She asked shakily.
The large wolf nodded his head. Bera somehow felt the fear drain itself from her body. The look of fear she had once given the wolf and somehow morphed into a look of curiosity and interest. She slowly took a step towards the wolf, but the wolf cautiously took a step away. Bera bit her lip, wondering why Remus would step away from her.
She attempted to step toward him again, but he backed away from her.
“Remus,” she said quietly, addressing the werewolf before her. Bera seemed to have caught the wolf’s attention and he seemed to be listening to her.
“I’m not afraid of you,” she said sternly, standing her ground.
The werewolf mirrored Bera’s look of confusion that she had not only a few moments before. Surely, she would have gotten scared and run away. But she, of course, was not an average Pureblood Girl, no.
She was, in fact, Bera Zabini.The girl who wasn’t afraid of anything, except for probably failing exams. How could Remus have believed that Bera would fear him and never want to see or speak to him ever again? Silly, silly Remus Lupin.
Bera stepped towards Remus, though this time, he didn’t back away. He knew that Bera had meant what she had said and that she would care for him just the same as she did before. He was still the same person to her that he was before he revealed his secret about being a werewolf. She hesitantly reached out her hand to touch his snout.
The tip of Bera’s fingers gently ran themselves along Remus’ snout. It didn’t feel any more different than any average dog’s, though Bera knew that Remus would probably be able to kill her if he so chose.
“Remus,” she practically whispered. “I’m not afraid of you,” she said. “I’m your friend. I wouldn’t abandon you, ever.” She looked at Remus in admiration. All of these years, he’d been werewolf and was able to lead a normal life. He was one of the sweetest boys she’d ever met and she would have never be able to find herself even considering trying to forget him. Remus was too nice of a person to have this condition be the only factor “We’re James and Sirius?” She asked the wolf.
“We’re right here,” James said, lifting the invisibility cloak off of himself and Sirius. “We’ve been here the entire time.”
“We just wanted to see if you’d accept Remus,” Sirius said, making his way over to Bera and placing a hand on her shoulder.
“So, now what?” Bera asked, turning to look back at Remus.
“James and I are probably going to stay with Remus until he changes back,” Sirius said. “I’ll apparate you home, if you want to go,” he said.
“I want to stay,” Bera said. “I’m really excited about this!” She said cheerfully. “One of my best friends is a werewolf!” She shrieked. “Please, Sirius, you can’t let me leave!” She said. “This is one of the most exciting nights I’ve had in a long time!”
Bera immediately stopped talking. The four of them fell quiet. There was a loud howling off in the distance, not too far from where they were. It wasn’t Remus, because he was standing right before Bera, Sirius, and James.
“There’s another werewolf here..?” Bera asked quietly.
“There isn’t supposed to be,” James said quietly. Panic and worry took over his features. “It has to know we’re here. It can smell human flesh from miles and miles away...”
“We need to get you out of here,” Sirius said in a protective tone.
“Why?” Bera asked.
“Because it’s likely that the other werewolf won’t be as gentle as Remus is right now,” James answered. “Remus took a potion, a potion the other werewolf probably didn’t take.”
“Let’s go,” Sirius said, pulling her by the arm.
“But, I want to stay!” Bera said, struggling to pull away from Sirius’ grip. “Remus is my friend and I will stay with him!”
“You can’t!” Sirius said. “That werewolf will attack you! Now come on!” He said, pulling her along.
As Bera and Sirius continued to run, they heard what sounded like fighting that wasn’t too far off from where they were. Sirius came to a halt and turned to face Bera. “You have to run back by yourself,” he said. “If you keep running in this direction, you’ll come to a muggle street and the first house on your right will be Remus’!” He said. “Tell his parents and get help!”
Bera nodded in understanding and soon Sirius ran off, turning into his animagus form and leaving Bera alone in the woods. “Keep running in this direction,” Bera muttered to herself as she ran. But, soon, she found herself walking past the same tree over and over again. She bit her lip in frustration and she was becoming more and more frustrated.
She finally gave up running and began to simply walk through the eerie woods alone. She was lost and didn’t know where Sirius ran off to. Not only was she alone in dark eerie woods, but to add on top of that, there was a werewolf that, unlike Remus, was not in its right mind.
Unless Sirius and James were able to fend off the werewolf--if they ever found it at all--Bera was surely doomed. She pulled her wand from her knee-sock and gripped it tightly out of fear.
She continued walking through the woods through the thick darkness. She bit her lip, feeling as though someone or something was watching her. This feeling of panic caused her to start walking faster and faster.
She heard a twig snap from not too far from behind her and she immediately halted. “Lumos,” she croaked. She pointed her wand in every direction in front of her checking to see if anything was in front of her. She quickly turned around to check behind her, but saw nothing but trees that probably went on for miles.
Bera sighed, mentally scolding herself for letting her imagination get the best of her. “Nox,” she said in a relieved tone, though she still kept her wand gripped tightly in her hand.
She continued to walk, though, this time she was much more cautious. She heard a slight snapping of a twig from behind her once again and quickly turned around whispering ‘Lumos’ as swiftly as she could.
Her eyes widened at the large blue ones that stared back at her. Bera shrieked loudly as she took in the features of the boy before her.
He lifted a sharp claw to her lips. “Shh.”
Bera couldn’t speak. He voice was gone, along with the logic that would have told her to hex whatever it was that was standing before her.
“It’s not everyday I come across such a pretty lass like you, is it?” He asked.
“What are you?” Was all Bera could bring herself to say as she now peered at the boy standing in front of her. He seemed insulted by Bera’s action as anger spread across his wolf-like facial features.
“I am a werewolf,” the boy snapped dangerously. “Fenrir Greyback, to be exact,” he said, stepping toward Bera. Bera instinctively taking a step backward, still pointing her wand in his face. “Do tell,” he said, smiling at Bera in a way that made her feel extremely uncomfortable. “What could a beautiful girl, such as yourself, could be doing out here in the middle of a night, such as this one?” He asked, continuing to attempt to step toward Bera. “And alone, at that.”
“It’s--it’s none of your business,” Bera stuttered, still continuing to back away from the werewolf.
“Oh, it may not be my business now,” he said. “But it will be.”
“And how is that?” Bera asked with her voice quavering, still pointing her lit wand at the creature that continued to step toward her.
“Can you guess?” He asked, flashing his sharp teeth and her with an intimidating smile.
“I’d rather not,” she whispered, still looking into his blue eyes.
“I don’t think you have much of a choice, now, do you?” He asked, grabbing Bera’s right wrist, causing her to drop her wand.
Fenrir somehow got her trapped between a tree trunk and himself. “Tell me,” he began, “Are you just plain stupid or are at this specific place and time for a reason?”
“It-It’s for a reason,” Bera stuttered.
“Ah,” Fenrir said. “Do you mind me asking?”
“Yes,” Bera said, suddenly in a defensive tone. “I do.”
“Well, you’re a headstrong one, aren’t you?” He growled, grabbing Bera’s wrists and pinning them to the tree trunk.
“That’s what I’ve been told,” Bera said in a defiant tone.
“We’ll see what you have to say after I’ve bitten and abandoned you here in the middle of the woods to become what I am.”
“What?” Bera asked with her eyes widening.
“You see--what is your name?” He asked.
“Er--Bera,” she said quietly.
“You see, Bera, I turn the youth, such as yourself into werewolves,” he said. “It’s a little hobby of mine, seeing as we are disrespected in the Wizarding World.”
“But-but you’re barely seventeen,” Bera croaked.
“What does it matter?” He asked with some sort of excitement gleaming in his eyes. “Lycanthropy works the same no matter what age you are,” he said, smiling evilly, looking at Bera’s arm with some strange interest. “Seeing as I have so many victims, it would be a shame if I didn’t remember you, dear Bera,” he muttered in mock pity. “You are quite a special one,” he said, lightly running his index claw along the sensitive skin of Bera’s arm. “If I ever come across you again in the near future, I’ll leave you a special mark.”
Bera furrowed her brow at the werewolf in confusion. That was, until she felt his claw pierce the skin on her forearm. It burned her skin and she felt dizziness overcome her. She screamed at the top of her lungs, for she had never felt such a pain. She looked at her arms and saw the blood seeping from her skin as he continued to carve into it with his so-called ‘mark’. Bera screamed and shouted until his claw lost contact from her skin.
“It may not be so pretty now, but once the scar heals it should turn out fairly nice, if I don’t say so myself,” he said with a hint of satisfaction. “If you thought that was painful, you won’t be able to bear this,” he said with a light chuckle.
Through the dizziness that Bera was experiencing, she was still able to make out the words that he spoke. “You’re sick,” she spat at him.
“Oh, my dear, you will soon understand,” he said, laughing loudly, showing off his sharp teeth. “This will hurt. A lot.” He said with amusement.
Bera felt tears stream down her eyes. She was going to be turned into a werewolf and would crave human flesh. How could Remus live this way?
His life must be so hard, she thought as a tears began to stream down her cheeks. All Bera did was close her eyes, expecting the pain. She was bracing herself for the new lifestyle that was soon to come with this curse that Fenrir Greyback was about to set upon her.
Fenrir fell to the ground and Bera sobbed loudly, grasping her left upper arm. Bera fell to her knees, gripping her forearm tightly. Everything around her was spinning. She could hear voices, but she couldn’t see the faces. She knew the faces, but she couldn’t match them to the names. All Bera did was hold her wrist and continue to sob.
Her arm was in so much pain, it was unberable (A/N: pun intended). She heard the voices, but the words being spoken were inaudible. All she could focus on was the pain in her arm and the sound of her own sobs.
Bera opened her eyes slightly to a blurry figure that stood over her in a very bright room. She blinked two or three times before the figure became clear.
“Remus?” Bera whispered. Her vision was becoming less blurred as Remus watched her with a grim expression on his face.
“This is all my fault,” he muttered. Bera could hear the guilt that had taken over his voice.
“What are you talking about?” Bera murmured. Her head was pounding and she felt a stinging sensation on her left forearm. “Where am I?” She asked, trying to sit up, but Remus wouldn’t let her.
“No, no,” he said. “Lay back down.” Bera obliged and layed back down on the bed. “You’re in St. Mungo’s.”
“What?” Bera asked dazedly. “But the last thing I remember--”
“You were being attacked by Fenrir Greyback,” Remus finished for her. “And it’s all my fault,” he muttered. “I knew something bad was going to happen--I knew that it was a bad idea...”
“No, there’s nothing you can say, Bera!” He said angrily. “Maybe, it’s just best if we weren’t friends,” he muttered, walking for the door.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Bera shouted. “Stop being so selfish and blaming yourself!” She screamed. “You’re supposed to be my friend, Remus Lupin!”
Bera found herself becoming extremely angry. All she wanted to do was scream and rip and break things apart. Despite the pain in her arm and her throbbing forehead, Bera lifted herself off of the hospital bed and ran for the door, which Remus had quickly exited through. .
“YOU OPEN THIS DOOR RIGHT NOW, REMUS LUPIN!” She screamed, kicking at the door. He watched her through the glass with a grim expression on his face. “Don’t look at me like that!” Bera screamed, punching the glass continuously until it managed to crack. Bera felt the blood coming from her hands, but she was too angry to feel pain.
The door burst open and five male healers came into the room. Four grabbed Bera by her limbs and held her to the hospital bed, while the fifth poured a bitter tasting potion down her throat that eventually developed a sweet taste.
Bera coughed and gagged, feeling the anger dissipate from her body. She gulped deeply as she felt herself relax. Bera couldn’t move an inch of her body.
The five healers then headed to exit the room. One of the muttered a quick ‘Reparo’ and the window was fixed. They then continued to leave by closing the door behind them, leaving Bera lost in her thoughts.
What had just happened? What had just happened with Remus a few moments ago? The pain in her arm had come back, and since she couldn’t move she couldn’t do anything to distract herself from the pain.
Bera felt extremely lonely there in the room alone. The plain white walls made her feel even more claustrophobic, especially since she couldn’t move not one part of her body.
She heard muffled voices from behind the door.
“No, Sirius! You can’t go in there!” Bera heard Remus’ voice say in a frantic tone.
“I don’t care,” Bera heard Sirius say before he burst into the room. He saw Bera on the bed and felt his insides turn. “Bera,” he whispered, rushing to her side and taking her hand. “I’m so sorry,” he whispered. “Can you hear me?” Bera blinked in response as she looked up at Sirius. “You got scratched by a werewolf..which means that you...well..you’ve developed werewolf traits,” he muttered. “The scar that Greyback left on your arm are...cursed and couldn’t be healed completely,” he muttered.
“Remus, look at her arm,” Sirius said, holding out Bera’s arm for Remus to see.
“I-I know, Sirius,” Remus muttered.
Sirius turned his attention back to Bera. “We’re not sure what all of the side effects from this scar are, but one of them seems to consist of you have a bad temper--and when I say bad temper...I mean...well, you saw what happened before,” Sirius muttered. “It’s like your regular temper, but a hundred times worse,” he said with a shudder.
“And I thought I was afraid of her temper before,” James muttered from the doorway.
“Where have you been, Prongs?!” Sirius shrieked. “Bera’s in the hospital and you just went off and disappeared!”
“Well, I thought that three little somebodys would want to see Bera,” James said defensively. Lily, Peter, and Regulus walked into the room.
Lily immediately went to Bera’s side. “How could this have happened?” She asked, looking down at her best friend.
Bera was grateful for having all of her friends there. She was extremely surprised to see Regulus there among her friends, but dismissed it. It was the thought that counts; he was just showing that he cared.
Sirius glanced around the room, looking for approval from the rest of the Marauders before turning to look at his younger brother. “Regulus, I need you to leave the room for a moment,” he said.
“What? Why? I deserve to be here just as much as anyone else!” He protested. “You can’t kick me out, just because you’re having one of your stupid ‘Marauder’ meetings or whatever!” He spat. “I’m here for Bera and no one else, and unless she says that she wants me to leave, I refuse to go anywhere!”
“Bera,” Sirius said, looking down at her. Bera’s eyes looked into Sirius’. “Blink once if you would like for Regulus to stay, blink twice if you would like for him to leave so that we, the Marauders, can discuss something important with Lily.
Bera didn’t need to think twice about it. She immediately blinked twice. “She blinked twice,” Lily said, looking in Regulus’ direction.
“Well, it doesn’t take a genius to see that, mudblood,” he spat.
“Oi! Get out! Now!” James shouted. “I brought you here under one condition! Just leave the damn hospital!” He said, marching over toward the door and opening it for Regulus to exit through. “Don’t bother coming back.”
Regulus hesitantly headed for the door. “Arse,” James growled, slamming the door behind him.
“Alright,” Sirius said after setting a silencing charm on the door. “So...Lily...today James and I took Bera into the woods near Remus’ house...he had a secret to tell her.”
“A secret?” Lily repeated. “What kind of secret leads to this?!” She shrieked.
“I’m a werewolf, that’s what,” Remus snapped. “That’s what kind of secret leads to something like this!”
“You-you mean...you did this to her, Remus?” Lily whispered.
“NO!” Remus, James, and Sirius each said at once. “I transformed in front of her, yes, but I had taken a very strong dose of Wolfsbane!” He said defensively. “I was aware of who I was and my surroundings and Bera didn’t judge me!” He said. “I was still the same Remus to her.”
“Well, then what happened?” She asked.
“She was attacked by another werewolf that just happened to be in the premises.” James said. “His name was Fenrir Greyback.”
“The same werewolf who bit me,” Remus said. “He would’ve bitten Bera, if it weren’t for James and Sirius,” he sighed. “Nothing good ever comes out of this.”
“So, he attacked her...but he didn’t bite her,” Lily said. “What did he do?”
“He scratched her...he left a really bad scar on her arm, ‘causing the wounds to be cursed,” Sirius said. “So...now she’s developed werewolf traits..one of them being a really bad temper.”
“But doesn’t she have one already?” James and Lily asked in unison. They glanced at each other and blushed before turning their attention back to Sirius.
“Yes, but it’s even worse than before,” Sirius said. “If it weren’t for the healers, I’m sure she would’ve killed Remus just now,” Sirius chuckled slightly. “They gave her some sort of potion that temporarily paralyzes her, I’m guessing,” Sirius said. “And also calmed her down.”
“I can’t believe this,” Lily whispered, grasping her best friend’s hand. “I love you, Bera,” she said, looking at her best friend.
“We all do,” James said. “Tonight could have ended up much worse,” he said in a serious tone.
“Where’s Bera’s family?” Lily asked Sirius.
“The Zabinis are on their way,” he said. “So, it might be best if only James and I stayed behind.”
“Sirius! I want to stay!” Lily said, getting to her feet. “I don’t care about what Bera’s parents will think! I’m here for Bera and no one else!” She argued.
“No. I’m staying,” Lily said. After that, there weren’t any more protests, Lily was staying with her best friend, no matter what.
Remus and Peter left the hospital room, only leaving behind Lily, James, and Sirius. Bera could feel the potion wearing off. Eventually, she realized that she could move and speak again. “Sirius,” she whispered.
“Bera, are you alright?” He asked, grasping her hand.
“My arm hurts,” she muttered, sitting up slowly. She observed her arm for the first time and looked at the scar Fenrir had left behind. “Is that-Is that--?”
“A crescent moon connecting to a heart? Yes,” James said, observing the scar.
“Where is he now?” Bera asked, never taking her eyes away from the scar.
“We don’t know,” Sirius muttered. “He ran off as soon as we went over to you to help you,” he said. “He’s still out there.”
Off in the distance, the four friends heard an overly dramatic, but slightly worried voice. “Oh! Where’s my daughter?! My poor, poor daughter!”
“Your mom is here, Bera,” James said cheerily with a slight smile playing at his lips.
“That is your mother?” Lily asked, raising her eyebrows.
“Yes,” Bera groaned, burying her face into her hands.
The door to the room opened with Andrew entering first. “Bloody hell, Bera,” he growled. “Why does my arm hurt so much?” He asked, gripping his own left forearm.
“Oh! My baby!” Their mother shrieked, pushing her way through the five teenagers and wrapping two protective arms around Bera.
“Mum!” Bera grunted. “Mum, let me go. Let. Me. Go!” She grunted, pushing her mother away. “You don’t have to be so dramatic all the time!” She snapped.
Bera’s father was the last to enter the room and he shut the door behind himself gently. James was seated in a chair placed on the wall opposite of Bera’s hospital bed. “Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Zabini,” he muttered.
Andrew seated himself beside James, still holding his arm. “Potter.”
“Zabini,” James replied.
Bera’s mother took Sirius’ spot by her bedside, he now stood awkwardly beside Mrs. Zabini as she held Bera’s hand.
Lily, on the other hand, stood on the the opposite side of Bera’s bed watching how Bera’s family interacted with her. She then turned her attention to Bera’s father, who eyed her curiously, but eventually smiled gently and nodded and went to seat himself beside his son.
“Mum, let go of my hand!” Bera groaned. “Please, just have a seat or something,” she muttered, waving her mother away.
“Fine,” she muttered, seating herself beside her husband.
“So, are one of you five teenagers going to explain to us exactly what happened to my daughter?” Bera’s father asked.
“I wasn’t there...” Lily muttered sheepishly, seating herself next to Bera on her hospital bed.
“Well, who was?” Andrew asked.
“We were,” James and Sirius said in unison.
“Of course,” Andrew groaned.
“She was attacked by a werewolf,” James muttered.
“Yes, well, we understand that part,” Mr. Zabini said. “What we’re trying to understand is how it happened.”
“Yes, well, we heard the werewolf howl off in the distance while we were in the woods...”
“And you were in the woods because...?”
“The three of us had apparated somewhere very close to the muggle world, and we didn’t want to risk being seen by any muggles,” James explained. “When we heard the werewolf howl, Sirius and I told Bera to run so that we could fight off the werewolf.”
“But, we searched and searched for it, but we couldn’t find it,” Sirius muttered. “But, that wasn’t until we heard Bera’s screams. We immediately ran in the direction of her screams, because they wouldn’t stop.”
“That’s when we found her pinned to a tree by a werewolf named Fenrir Greyback,” James muttered. “I stunned him and we went to Bera to see if she was alright, because she was still screaming and sobbing and that was when we saw the blood on her arm...”
“After we got Bera to calm down, we went to attend to Greyback...but he was gone...” Sirius said with a hint of anger in his tone. “We got Bera to St. Mungo’s as quickly as we could. They cleaned and healed the scar the best they could, but it’s cursed..”
“And?” Bera’s father asked.
“She may have developed werewolf traits...” James muttered.
“Merlin..” Andrew whispered.
“But, she’s not a werewolf, is she?” Bera’s mother asked frantically.
“No, she’s still the same Bera,” Sirius said. “Just with a...worse temper.”
“How can her temper possibly get any worse?!” Andrew argued.
Bera glared at her brother. “Would you like to find out?” She snapped.
“No,” he muttered.
Bera's friends and family wondered what changes they would experience now that she was slightly different than before, but it didn’t mean that they loved her any less.
A/N: Here’s chapter two, everyone! Please Review to let me know what you think so far! Anyone ever notice that everytime Bera gets hurt, Andrew’s always in the same (but slightly milder) condition..? I hope you’re enjoying this.
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