Howl At Dawn || A Remus Lupin/Marauders' Era Story

Days Past

        I ran into the Great Hall and slid into a seat across from Emily and our friend, Xenophilius Lovegood.
        “What took you so long?” Xen asked. I shook my head.
        “Ran into the Crazy Quartet,” I said. Emily nodded as Orla slid into the seat next to me, making me jerk to the side. “God, Orla! Would it kill you to just sit down calmly?” She shrugged.
        “You’ll never believe what I heard!” she said, out of breath. “Like, seriously, you’re not going to believe it!”
        “Yes, well just tell us what it is,” Xen said. “Don’t just ramble on about it.” She nodded.
        “The Marauders,” she said. I nodded.
        “Yes, Orla,” I said. “We know who the Marauders are. What about them?”
        “They were in an empty classroom as I walked past it on my way here,” she said. “I wanted to see what they were talking about, so I made a deal with Peeves, and he snuck an extendable ear into the room so I could listen.” Emily nodded.
        “Well, what did they say?” she asked. “Please tell me you didn’t just tell us this entire story just to say they were talking about something dumb.” Orla shook her head.
        “They were talking about someone named Olivia,” she said. I tensed up. “The only Olivia I know is Olivia Larson. What about you guys?” Emily and Xen shook their heads, and everyone looked at me.
        “Do you, Livie?” Xen asked. I shook my head. I silently wondered how the Marauders knew about Olivia Larson.
        “Speaking of Olivia Larson, do you guys know what today is?” Orla asked suddenly. Xen and Emily shook their heads, but I knew exactly what today was. “Today marks ten years since that werewolf attack that killed the Larson family!”
        “Oh, no!” Emily said, suddenly upset. “I still can’t believe that entire family died because of one werewolf!” I nodded along.
        “Did they ever find out what happened to Olivia?” Xen asked. “They found the bodies of the parents and the baby, but what happened to her?” Orla nodded.
        “But when they got there, she was gone,” she said. “She hasn’t been seen since.”
        “I wonder if we’ll ever know what happened to her,” Emily said, morosely. They were silent until I stood up.
        “I think I’m gonna head to Transfiguration,” I said. “Just go ahead and get there early.” My Scottish accent was thicker than usual, which often signified that I was upset, but they didn’t say anything. They just nodded as I grabbed by bookbag and walked out of the Great Hall. I walked down a couple hallways until I felt a stabbing pain in my shoulder. I hissed in pain and looked around. The hallway was deserted.
        I leaned my back against the wall as I felt hot tears stream down my face. I slid down the wall and sat with my head between my knees as I remembered the night ten years ago that had changed my life.