philophobia-the fear of falling in love
or becoming emotionally connected
to someone...
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This is a story you've heard before, passed down through generations, about a young girl and a young boy who utterly despise each other.
Then, somehow, t...
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The next morning, Maria Potter wakes up at exactly six o'clock and shrugs on a quidditch jumper that James gave to her in his fifth year, the initials 'J.F.P' down in yellow letters on the opposite side of the Gryffindor crest. She quickly slides on some leggings and throws her curls into a bun on her head, grabbing her wand and running out of the dorm.
Her mind is on her friend and her friend only as she hurriedly walks down the empty corridors, practically running at this point. She finally gets to the hospital wing and opens the leaden doors, seeing three boys sat asleep around one bed.
She runs over and drags a chair next to the bed, making Sirius stir in his sleep as she reaches forwards and grabs Remus' hand.
"Mar?" James grumbles tiredly as he lifts his head from the foot of the bed where he was snoring and Maria gives him a small smile and he grins lazily at his sister.
"Maria?" A croaky voice chokes out and Maria's eyes snap to Remus who goes to sit up but groans in pain, making Maria grab his shoulders gently and prop his pillows up, leaning him back. Remus' groan woke Sirius who accidentally kicks Peter, earning an 'ow!'.
"Hey Rem." Maria says softly and Remus' eyes are brimming with tears as he stares at her for a second before bringing a hand up and rubbing his forehead as his body shakes slightly, indicating he's crying.
Maria looks at the three boys and nods to the door, gesturing for them to give her a minute and James nods, dragging a confused Peter who trips on his chair, yelping slightly as the two boys drag him out.
Maria sits on the bed next to Remus' legs and gently moves his hand away from his face, revealing his bloodshot eyes.
"Remus—"
"I could've hurt you." Remus whispers hoarsely, "I could never have forgave myself, I—I'm so sorry Maria, I—"
"Hey, Remus, hey." Maria says softly, placing her hands on his cheeks and making him look her in the eyes, "it was my fault. I chose to follow you guys without knowing what would happen."
"W—it's okay if you don't want to be friends anymore." Remus whispers and Maria's eyebrows furrow, "I'm a monster, Maria."
"You are not a monster, Remus John Lupin—hey, look at me." Maria says, moving his face so that he's looking at her again, "you're not a monster, you're a werewolf."
"I am." Remus says, his voice trembling as tears fall freely from his eyes, "I could've done something last night. Hurt you—killed you. . .I could've turned you into a monster, Maria."
