Tree Hugger
The only thing Amaris could think about while laying in bed at 2.30am was what she was going to do when she finally met Harry.
She had asked Remus when they'd be able to meet, but he just gave her a small smile and brushed her question off.
She wondered if Harry even knew she was alive, had anyone told him? Probably not.
She turned around under the quilt in attempt to get comfortable, but it was useless. Remus had transfigured her a camping style portable bed in his living room and it was horribly lumpy, but she did not complain. Without him, she would probably be sleeping out on the streets or in Matrons basement.
Taking her hand out from the blankets and lifting it up in front of her in the dark room, she admired the shimmering glow. She knew it was because of her månemagi, or moon magic in English, though she wasn't sure why she glowed, she hadn't done this in her old life. She had yet to test out her regained skills, not wanting to do it infront Remus.
She hadn't had much of a chance to use her magic while being stuck as a baby all those years ago, besides using her magesight and clearvoyance she had only ever purposefully used her moon magic once, to save Harry.
Slipping out of bed, she tiptoed over to the window. It was still dark outside, but there were hints of light peeking from behind some of the gloomy clouds. The crescent moon was up in the sky in all its glory. She admired it, it had been her home fore so many years before she came here. She missed her father and wondered if he was watching down over her, she hoped he was.
Reaching for the rusty window handle she histated, looking behind her in the direction of Remus's bedroom, before slightly sliding the window fully open and slipping out.
She landed on the group with a soft thud, the window had been only a few feet from the group so she was able to easily climb down.
Dew drops in the grass shone like smudged stars, the early morning mist cold upon her skin.
She looked around her surroundings, wondering if Remus lived in such a remote place due to his lycanthropy, for no other trace of man could been seen for what looked to be miles under the heavy shade of the seemingly never ending forest.
Remus didn't know she knew about his condition, and she didn't plan on telling him she knew until he came to her about it. She hadn't expected it, in honest. Having no recollection of it being mentioned when she was a babe, she only knew because of the Werewolves relation to the moon. Being who she was, she figured she could feel the presence of creatures connected to the moon.
She began to walk over to the tree line, her bare feet making little sound and her transfigured nightgown flowing in the wind.
In the forest Amaris breathed in every way that it was possible to expand: in lungs, in brain in soul. She really loved it.
The forest is the orchestra of her mind, playing one enchanting symphony after another. It's leaves dance to an unheard beat, whispering their songs to the wind. In here, sheltered by the mighty trees, is every kind of life, from the humble beetle to enchanting birds of every colour.
Amaris headed for a nearby clearing with plans to finally try out her magic, she needed to get a feel for it before heading to Hogwarts, and this seemed to be the perfect place.
Standing in the centre of the ancient trees, moonlight illuminating their branches, Amaris closed her eyes and concentrated. She felt for the hum of her magic and tugged at it, urging it to come forward. She slowly reopened her eyes, and was extatique to see she had successfully turned on her mage sight. She Assessed the golden yellow glow of her magic that twirled and danced around her with a familiar fondness, but she noticed if she looked hard enough, wisps of an unknown silver pirouetted within the folds of her magical essences
"That's new" she whispered to herself, but ultimately but it to the back of her mind to ponder over another time. Right now, she had other things to practise.
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2 hours had passed of relentless magic wielding, she had successfully managed to use most elements of other midgardian and moon magic, but completely wiped herself out of energy in doing so.
She put her back against a knobbly boulder, leaning her head against the mossy pillow. Amaris closed her eyes, let her stream of consciousness take hold, and drifted into infinity. When She awoke hours later, she could remember her dream and instantly knew what type of dream it had been, A precognition.
She had to make sure she got a hold of that diary, not a girl named Ginny Weasley. She had to stop the chamber of secrets from being opened by fucking Voldemort