*professor student relationship (i dont know, its much easier to write them at the age i know them as), a little bit of gore.*
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you sat in your common room, looking out the window at the nights sky, in the backround your friends were talking about something you couldnt register.
you stared out the window with your brows furrowed, trying to remember something. there was something today, wasnt there? as you looked up at the nights sky, you tried remembering if and what it was, the thing that bugged your brain.
"did you do your homework {Y/N}?" your friend asked behind you. you didnt hear it, was just staring out the big window. "{Y/N}!" they called, grabbing the book up from your hand and slapping it against your head.
"ow! what?" you ask, turning around with a frown, "i asked if you did your homework?" they asked, "when do i ever do my homework? no" you groaned, turning back to the window.
"is there something thats happening today?" you ask, they look up at you from the floor, confused, "except for the homework?" "yeah" you ask, rubbing your thumb on your middle finger.
"nothing i can think of..." they said, shrugging their shoulders. "i think i forgot something..." you sighed, shaking your head and looking down at them, leaning back in the armchair, "homework?" they ask, "nah, not that" you laughed.
"what homework is it anyway?" you ask, leaning forward, "DADA, lupin" they said as they scribbled down on their parchment. it clicked. your shoulders tensed as you remembered whats today. "oh shit" you say, standing up abrutply.
"care about lupin?" they smirked as they looked up at you, but you werent laughing. "oh shit..." you sighed, running up to your bedroom and grabbing your boots, pulling them on as you ran down the stairs, stummbling down.
"where are you going? whats going on?" they ask as they watch you tie your shoe laces hastily. "i gotta run!" you call, "where? what about the homework?" they call, "good idea!" you call, and slam the door of the common room, running out the common room, leaving your friend confused on the floor.
you and remus were in a relationshiop-even before he came to teach at hogwarts. you met him one night at hogsmeade at a pub, and really hit it off, quickly becoming friends, and even quicker you rolled into a relationship.
when at the start of this year he came up in class, it relvealed a problem. you remember when you saw him at the teachers table at the great hall, and your heartbeat stopped. it was quite... a thing...
but you made it work, and it wasnt such a problem in the end. you just promised youll keep your mouths shut until you graduated, and then you can be together publicly, and it wasnt that hard. meeting together in the middle of the night, secret looks and brushes.
you knew about his condition, and you didnt care about it really, he still was an amazing man. he wouldnt let you be around him on those nights, only allowing you to wait for him in his room.
what he didnt know is that every night he transformed, you ran after him and followed him silently, making sure he doesnt get hurt, or hurts anyone. you made sure any woodland creatures didnt get close to him, and always made sure he was safe, as much as possible.
how you forgot tonight, you had no idea.
you got out of the castle, which you think would be hard, but you actually proved it wrong many times, and ran down to the grounds, around the whomping willow.
looking around, panting, you tried listening, looking for remus and where he might be right now, in hopes he still hasnt hurt himself.
bam! there he goes. immediatly you run into the forbidden forest and towards the sound of gurgling and growls, quite obviously owned by your boyfriend, remus lupin.
you stopped yourself when you saw him standing in the middle of the road, sniffing around. you quickly hide behind a tree and pant, evening your breath. after a few seconds, he starts running again.
looking at your watch, you sighed, nodding. its almost 2 am, the sun rises at 6 am. 4 more hours to go. looking over the edge of the tree, you watched as he started running again somewhere, howling.
you ran after him, banishing away any rabbits, wolves or other creatures from his way so he wont kill them. yourself, you often bruised a little bit after those nights, scratches, dark spots, bruises, nothing you couldnt cover up with a simple lie of falling down the stairs or quidditch practice.
thankful for your boots, you cursed yourself on forgetting and not getting dressed properly for the ocassion, which means you were still in your pajamas, much more exposed to anything then you usualy would be.
it was already starting to get a little more bright, indicating the sun is going to come up soon, and you were much more relaxed now, knowing its ending soon. turning a corner, you accidentaly tripped over a root of a tree, and fell down, yelping and groaning. loudly.
you watched as he turned around and saw you, howling and growling as he got closer to you, exposing his teeth. shit. you started scrammbling back, trying to get up, but your leg hurt to much. sprained it maybe?
turning around, you tried crawling out if there, somehow running away from the situation you got yourself into, but the werewolf growled and tried frabbing onto you, resulting in scratching across your back with his claws, blood immediatly sipping out onto your white tank top.
yelping, you fell back down and turned around, groaning and yelling from the pain. you were so full of adrenalin from the running, the pain wasnt as bad as it would be tomorrow morning-no, this probably couldnt be covered up by a quidditch accident-but still wasnt plesent.
you grabbed onto your thigh and stsrted scrammbling your wand out of the hoslter, but just as you got it out and pointed it forward, the werewolf grabbed onto your throat, picking you up from the ground, causing the wand to fall from your hand.
he lifts you up, his palm around your throat, tightly, you immediatly flung your hands to his wrist, tugging and clawing at him, but you would have to be some kind of god to be able to remove his grip. certinly, you, a highschool student, couldnt remove the grip of the great werewolf infront of you.
he growled, looking you up and down repitadly as you thrushed in his hand, kicking and punching his arm to no avail. "please... professor please..." you cried, your voice horase.
"please, its me, {Y/N}... its me remus... please!" you cried, words barely left your strangled throat as you kept trying to kick him or get him off of you. the beast didnt budge, instead, grabbed tighter onto your throat, his claws entering your skin.
"oh my gahh--" your legs gave away and your nails went into his wrist as you cried, tears slipping from your eyes, your back stang and you could feel the blood dripping down your back.
your eyes welled up with tears and you felt your body going numb, the fingers gripping his wrist started losing there strength.
is this how it all ends? in the hands of your professor while he doesnt know hes doing it? in the hands of your boyfriend while he doesnt know youre you? well, at least its remus murdering you and not some random creep. its very intimate.
you closed your eyes as you shook in his hands, praying to someone who might just come and save you, anyone at this point, but youre not a very religious type of person so... maybe god is just letting it be. (sorry if youre a believer, its just what i think god thinks of me :))
but then, the grip loosened, and you fell down, groaning as you fell on your back. the werewolf lost all of his height and fell down as well, unconciouss on the damp ground of the forest.
you coughed and gasped loudly, turning on your side in case youre going to vomit or something, and lying on your back is hurting more then anything, well, except for your sore throat.
seeing black and white dots, you fell unconciouss before you could do anything, leaving it to someone to find you and remus in the forest.
hagrid enters the forbidden forest, like he does every morning, and finds in the distance 2 bodies lying on the ground. fang runs ahead and hagrid gets closer, finding professor lupin unconciouss on the ground, and a few meters away from him you, in a plaid pair of pants and a white tanktop-or so he guessed, it was soaked in blood all through.
getting closer, he leans down and picks you up into his arms, your head falls back over his arm, your mouth opening and revealing your bloody mouth, and he feels on his hand your breaking skin and tbe blood clumping on the shirt, where you had 4 huge scratches. around your neck were dark fingers prints, purple and red and 4 holes on one side, one on the other, looked like claws. you were so pale, the only colour was the staning blood. panting uncomfortably, he picks up remus with him and takes you back to the castle.
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remus sat beside your bed, holding your hand gently in his, rubbing his thumb on your knuckles, tears were slipping down his cheeks silently.
he couldnt believe it, what he did, what he caused. that you disobeyed him and ran after him when he turned, and now he did this.
pale, stitches on your back, bruises and scratches around your whole body, broken leg, throat sore with marks of his hand around it, holes on the sides of it, stitched collarbone.
he wasnt even paying attention to his tears, and his head was empty as he took in his doings, his own hands that caused you so much pain.
he remembers very good and plain how he promised he'll keep you safe from all harm, and decorate your skin with kisses, only to touch you gently and lovingly. promised to praise you and love you with everything he could give to you.
he felt bad. he felt worse then bad. he felt like his heart was ripped out straight from his chest and tossed somewhere, he couldnt believe that he did that, and he felt even worse that he didnt remember doing this.
he stayed there throughout the whole day, not moving from his spot.
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slowly, eyes fluttering open, you came back to your senses. slowly opening your eyes, you looked to the sides. it was dark, probably night time. your back was hurting badly, and your throat felt like it was broken, as well as your leg.
looking down, you saw your leg in a cast, guess it wasnt just a sprained ankle. your torso was bandaged up tightly and carefully, and many scratches and patches around your body, the stitches on your collarbone.
trying to move, you tried raising your hands, but one of them was held down. squinting your eyes, you saw the very familiar dirty blond hair head lying on your arm, and his hand holding tightly on yours.
just as you saw him, everything came back to you. how you forgot that it was the night, and how not careful you acted when you fell down. also, how he almost killed you by strangling you.
smiling softly, you moved your hand and put your fingers in his hair, brushing through the soft hair gently down to the nape of his neck and back up to his hair. lucky hes ok.
you feel as he moves under your hand, and slowly raises his head up, looking around while yawning. "he-" before you could finish, you started coughing and gasping, immediatly regreting about trying to speak.
he jumps and turns around to look at you with his mouth slacked open before he launched forward at you, wrapping his arms around your shoulders carefully not to touch your new found wounds he caused.
"oh god... oh god {Y/N}, im so sorry... im so sorry bunny... please..." he cried into your shoulder, hugging your shoulders carefully. slowly raising your own hands, you put yours around him and hugged him tightly to yourself, smelling his lovely and familiar musk.
"are you feeling better? does it still hurt?" he asks as he pulls away, putthing his hands on your cheeks and rubbing his thumbs on your cheekbone, but quickly-when he sees your neck again-he lets go and flinches back.
"i-im fine" you whisper in a hoarse voice, taking his hand in your and tracing each of his fingers with your own, smiling gently down at his hand. "tis but a scratch" you whisper softly, looking up at his face again.
hes looking down, and a frown on his face as he looks at your hands holding his. "are you ok?" you whisper back in a hoarse voice, and he slowly looks up at you with wide eyes.
"{Y/N}... im so sorry... how can you say that youre ok? youre bearly speaking..." he whispers back, looking at your face with his gentle eyes. "i dont have to spea-" you stopped again to gasped, your throat burning.
"ill speak" he says, getting a little closer, "im sorry... im sorry my love. i cant believe i did that, and i cant even believe that you came after me even though i told you to never do that because i was scared this exact situation will happen, and now look what ive done... ive caused the most beautiful angel a horrible wound... i cant believe this... im so sorry {Y/N}... i cant apologi-" "can you stop?" you whisper, raising your eyebrow.
he looks up in your eyes again, his eyebrows furrowed. "please stop speaking so much..." you sigh, lifting his hand to your face again and putting his fingers on your cheek, kissing his palm softly.
"why are you like this?" he asks, tears welling in his eyes, "what?" you ask, your fingers on his arm, "i almost... i almost ki-killed you" he chokes out, shaking his head.
"so?" you whisper with a gentle smile "what do you mean so?!" he calls, confused, "i couldve k-" "but you didnt" you whispered, the voice bearly leaving your throat, your lips said your words.
"it wasnt you... you didnt know, and you didnt mean it, and i didnt die... so just, forget it" you mouthed the words and smiled gently at him. "youre crazy..." he sighs, getting closer to you and kissing your cheeks softly, "isnt it great?" you smiled, moving his face and kiss his lips softly.
"yo {Y/N}, what the hell was that?!"
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