Remus’ POV “Have you seen Ingrid? I haven’t seen her in since yesterday, and I’m starting to worry about her, she seemed a little… off.” I asked Lily as I sat down in front of her, picking at my short finger nails. “No, I’m sorry. But that doesn’t sound like her. What happened?” “She went to talk to Dumbledore, and we haven’t seen her since then.” Padfoot said as he paced in front of the fireplace. It’s really hard for me to be without her, I care about her so much, and this is killing me. Something could be really wrong, and I don’t know, and I can’t help her either. But I know that it’s just as hard for Sirius, he and Ingrid are like brother and sister. “D’you know why she went to see him?” Lily asked. “McGonagall …show more content…
No, it’s fine, it’s not what you think, I try to convince myself. “Today, a group of Death Eaters, broke into your father's home in Reading, and.” My brain stops, and I can feel the flow of tears run down my face as I feel a pain in my heart. It’s like my heart is expanding rapidly in a small box, it’s trying so hard to break free of the box, but the box begins to get smaller, squeezing as tightly as it can until my heart… pops. “He tried to fight them, he badly injured three of them… Ingrid, I am very sorry. I know that this must be devastating for …show more content…
I just talked to him, he bought a cat. He can’t be... g-go-n-ne.” “I’m so sorry.” was all he said before pulling a crate off the floor, walking around the desk and handing it to me. “Here is the cat, Gram, I believe.” I look into the crate and see the cat from the picture dad spent me. “Um… I need to go now.” I say before standing up. Dumbledore looks into my green eyes with his slightly watery blue ones, and with a sad look, nods, and says, “Alright. If you ever need anything, please come see me Ingrid.” With a slight nod, I leave.

I walk down the stairs, and start heading to the Common Room, but as I get closer I change my mind, and I walk out to the lake, and sit there for a moment. As I sit down, I try to wipe the tears from my face, but the just keep coming. “What’s the point?” I whisper down to Gram as I pick him up. “The point in anything now?” We sit together, him purring in my lap, me just staring into the deep, emptiness of the