🙁| my alcoholic friends - the dresden dolls

Remus and you were highschool sweethearts. You got married a few years after graduating Hogwarts. But when your brother and his best mate, Sirius, was sent to Azkaban in 1981 for allegedly murdering James and Lily, you and Remus’s best friends, you had been sent into a state of depression. You hated getting up every morning. Remus tried his best to comfort you and you appreciated him deeply for it. In 1993, you and him both went to go teach at Hogwarts. You taught History of Magic, while he taught Defense Against the Dark Arts. You didn’t necessarily want to teach at Hogwarts, it was some noble occupation. When you started teaching you were late to Professor meetings, sick a lot (though you did have a weak immune system), and everyone, besides few professors and a few students, would stare at you with hatred. You knew why. Your family was a deatheater family, luckily you’d ran away from them. Your brother had allegedly killed James and Lily Potter. Plus, your only talent was wasted. You loved writing. You wrote day and night in your school years, always excelling. You’d always wanted to work for the Daily Prophet but once they started writing about your brother, they wouldn’t employ you. The only reason you worked at Hogwarts was to be with Remus and to see Harry, James and Lilys child. Tonight you were in bed in the sleeping quarters for professors, not able to sleep as remus slept sound asleep next to you. Remus stirred awake due to your movement.

Remus: “Love, why are you up…?” He said groggily, his eyes fluttering open as he slowly sat up.