Its all that stupid werewolf's fault (Remus Lupin love story)

"Nicole."
It didnt even register to me that she had called my name.
"Nicole Scarlett."
I didnt even move, for i forget that she was even talking to me. It was just all too much to take in.
"Charlotte Rivers."
This time i looked up at the voice, since that was the name i had been called by all my life.
My aunt looked down at me. Her chocolate brown hair flowed down to her shoulders while her bangs slightly covered the tops of her light brown eyes. Her eyes, which are usually full of glee and happiness, lined of pity and despair. I knew she was agitated at me for not remembering, but we were all too sad to care anymore.
"Charlotte, i know that this might be hard for you, but you need to remember that you did the right thing - you and your brother," my aunt told me in a soothing voice. I merely nodded, for it seemed that the life had been sucked out of me, including my voice.
My aunt sighed and sat next to me on the couch, and tried speaking to me again, "You need to understand that this is not your fault, you did what you could do."
"But i could have done more! I could have saved them!" i argued with her. My aunt just shook her head, a silent way of telling me to be silent until she was done talking.
"You need to stop blaming yourself for this. Your parents were great people, yes, but you did all you could do. Saving yourself and your brother was the best thing that you could do."
"But they are dead now! My parents are dead! I watched them die! What am i supposed to do now?" I would have cried, but at that point, i think my eyes had no tears left to shed.
"You are supposed to do your best not to die yourself. You and your bother both saw Voldemort, and you both ran away alive - something most people can not say! Now you need to make sure that you can stay alive!" she took a deep breath before continuing with a soft voice, "you have us - you aunt, uncle, and your brother Lucas. You are not alone. You parents may have died at the hands of Voldemort, but you were smart enough to run away and come here for your safety."
"Please, Lucas practically had to drag me away - kicking and screaming, not to mention crying."
"Charlotte, i know that this will be hard for you, it is hard for all of us, but now that you parents are gone, it is our job to keep you safe. Now, please, just try to remember that your name is now Nicole Scarlett, instead of Charlotte Rivers. Changing your name and looks is one of the things we need to do to protect you."
"Fine, i will try." I gave her a small smile and she grabbed my hand with a reassuring squeeze.
"Good, now get your brother Lucas, so that your uncle and I can procede to change his appearance and name - so that we can help talk him through this as well."
I got up off the couch then, and walked up the winding stairs. I stopped in front of the first door on the left and knocked. A boy opened the door almost immediatly after i had knocked, his sandy blonde hair masked the tips of his eyes, but his hair couldnt hide the fact that he had been crying. The tear streaks shined on his cheeks in the lighting of the small cottage home.
"Aunt Rosemarie wishes to speak to you now," i said solemnly and quitely. He merely nodded in response, and then walked past me and descended down the winding stairs down towards the living room. I closed his door and then continued to walk up the stairs towards my room.
The door to my room was made of cherry wood, the same wood as my wand was made of. I opened the door and walked in to my room, my new room, in my new home. I went straight to my bed, sat down on the edge of it, and buried my face in my hands.
Nothing mattered anymore, nothing was left to be cared for, nothing mattered.
I looked up from inbetween my fingers and looked at the mirror upon my dresser. In the mirror was a girl, her long auburn hair reached as long as the tips of her elbows. Her skin was fair, but also cut and bruised. Her clothes were covered in soot and ashes, making her clothes seem old and torn, when they were actually new and supposed to be a bright lavendar color. Her eyes, peeking out from inbetween her near black fingers, were full of despair and depression, hidden behind the deep ocean blue color.
That girl was me.
But i could barely recognize myself. With my true hair color being a dirty blonde, and my eyes a warm chocolate brown color. My clothes usually being bright, happy colors, instead of the black smears my clothes were covered in now.
My name had been changed, my appearance had been changed, my home had been changed, everything was changing.
And it was all that stupid werewolf's fault.
I was so caught up in my own thoughts and memories that i didnt even hear Lucas walk in and sit down beside me. "They would be proud of you, you know," he said, snapping me out of my thoughts. I turned to him and sighed, "They wouldnt be proud of me, you are the only reason i am alive. They would be proud of you," i responded with.
"Hey," he said as he wrapped his arm around my shoulders, "dont talk like that. They were always proud of you, and loved you. You need to remember that."
A moment of silence followed before i decided to speak again, "So whats your new name? I already see that your hair color has changed to chocolate brown, and your eyes to a blue color like my own."
"David Scarlett."
"Nicole Scarlett."
Another silence came over us then, both of us unsure of what to say next.
"Come down for lunch!" Aunt Rosemarie yellled from downstairs.
We both descended down the stairs then, following the smells coming from the kitchen.
We sat down at the table, where our Uncle Rodger was already seated. "How are you two doing?" he asked us.
Lucas and i both looked at each other before saying "fine."
"Change is never easy, but it is for the best." And with his words of wisdom, his focus switched from speaking to us, to the food as Aunt Rosemarie came out with plates of food hovering behind her. She flicked her wand, and the food placed itself in front of us. She took the last empty seat, reached for her fork, but then stopped and turned to my brother and I. "Perhaps before we eat, i should explain the plan to both of you," she never gave us a chance to respond to this though, as she kept on talking, "I have contacted the headmaster Dumbledore today, and you will both be attenting Hogwarts - you being a 3rd year," she said addressing my brother, "and you being a first year," she said to me.
"Does he know the truth about our situation?" Lucas asked.
My Aunt nodded, "nothing can escape Dumbledore's eyes, so it would have been useless to try and hide it from him. But he assures me that he will not tell anyone else about our predictament."
Lucas nodded and looked back down at the food on his plate.
"Is that all we need to know...?" he asked as he eyed the food hungrily.
"I believe so."
And then we all dug into the food on our plates. The only sound to be heard was the sound of our teeth chewing into the chicken.
Most people would have thought that the silence was awkward, but truthfully i was thankful for it, since i just didnt want to speak anymore.
I excused myself as i finished, even though there was still lots of food left on my plate - i just couldnt eat right now. I could feel each of them watching me as i walked up the stairs, probably looks of pity and sympathy, but i never turned around to check this suspicion of mine.
And this was all the fault of Adolf Romulus.
If that stupid deatheater werewolf had not come to my home in the first place - i would still have my home, i would still have my parents, i would still have my life.
He burnt my home to the ground.
After eating my parents right before my eyes.
I would probably be dead as well, but Lucas grabbed me and ran out of the house with me before i could run after the monster and probably do somethign stupid that would just get me killed instead of avenging my parents.
My Aunt and Uncle probably want me to just forget this, so that i can start my "new" life without any worries - but i wasnt a Auror like them. I cant just forget my past. And i certainly cant forget the death's and tradegies that i have seen right before my eyes.
And it is all that stupid werewolf's fault.
"Nicole? Honey, are you okay?" I heard Aunt Rosemarie's voice ask from outside my door. It took a few seconds for me to realize that she was speaking to me, before i answered a simple: "yeah, just not that hungry."
...Stupid werewolf....