Entering my third year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, I heard the worst news on the first day of the new term. Sirius Black, a murderer who had escaped from Azkaban Prison, was apparently after me. Worse, he was the one who had killed my parents.
During nights when I couldn't sleep from fear, the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher appeared. His name was Remus Lupin. An older man in worn-out robes with a tired face. But his classes were more interesting than any I'd ever t
Forbidden Love - Full Moon Confession — The Beast's Scar and the Maiden's Mark, a Forbidden Night
The full moon illuminated the roof of the Shrieking Shack.
The air of the night, past the middle of October, was already that of winter. Breath turned white and cloudy, and only the sound of stepping on withered grass broke the silence. Fianna MacGregor walked a little behind Lupin.
(Why is it that my teacher's back looks so distant?)
The back of the man walking ahead seemed smaller than usual beneath his thin coat. Moonlight edged his unkempt hair in silver. His old, scar-covered hand occasionally touched the trunks of trees, checking the path.
The lights of Hogsmeade Village had long since vanished behind them.
" Aren't you cold?"
He said it without turning around. His voice was quiet, as if dissolving into the night air.
"...I'm fine."
Fianna felt her own voice tremble slightly. It wasn't just from the cold. Her heart was beating in a strange way.
(Today is the full moon.)
She looked up at the sky. Not a single cloud. A perfect circle floated above the black trees.
(Teacher is supposed to transform today.)
(And yet, why bring me to a place like this?)
Inside her robes, she placed her hand over her left collarbone. The crescent-moon birthmark. Even through the fabric, she could tell its shape. Her fingertips were slightly warm.
Lupin suddenly stopped.
"This is it."
It was behind the Shrieking Shack. A three-story old building that the villagers called a haunted house and avoided. Every window was boarded shut, and ivy crawled up the walls. The iron fence in the garden was rusted, half of it collapsed.
Lupin climbed the crumbling stone steps and pushed the heavy wooden door.
Creeeak—the hinges' scream echoed through the night.
"Watch your step."
Inside, it was pitch black.
The smell of dust and mold. The floorboards creaked with every step. Fianna gently grabbed the hem of Lupin's robes.
" Lumos."
A pale blue light lit at the tip of his wand.
The light illuminated the dust-covered hall. Fallen chairs. A cracked mirror. The wallpaper was peeling away, and old ash remained in the fireplace. It must have once been a splendid mansion. Now it was an empty shell left behind by time.
Lupin proceeded down the corridor without hesitation and descended the stairs leading underground.
The basement was darker and colder.
Water seeped from the stone walls, and the ceiling was low. Lupin opened the door to the room at the very back.
"This is my room."
It was, unexpectedly, tidy.
A single old bed. A wooden desk and chair. A few books along the wall. And one small window. From it, the light of the full moon shone in pale blue.
"This is where I spend the nights of the full moon."
Lupin stood by the window and looked up at the moon.
"Always, alone, here."
Fianna couldn't say anything.
His voice was quiet. But she could tell that at the bottom of that quietness, a very, very long time lay sunken.
Lupin slowly turned around.
"Fianna. There is something I must tell you."
His gray eyes looked straight at her.
"What I truly am."
Fianna caught her breath.
(I know. That you're a werewolf, I've known for a long time.)
(But hearing it from your own mouth will surely be completely different.)
Lupin put his hand to the collar of his robes and exposed his left shoulder.
Beneath the moonlight, an old bite wound rose to the surface.
A deep, ugly, gouged-out scar. The skin was drawn tight, and the area around the wound was dark. A curse's brand that had remained without disappearing for years, for decades.
"I was bitten when I was four years old."
Lupin's voice was matter-of-fact.
"The one who bit me was my father. My father had been bitten by a werewolf before I was born. On the night of the full moon, my father lost his reason and bit me."
Fianna's throat made a faint, strangled sound.
"Since then, on the night of the full moon, I become a monster. I lose my reason and attack people. Now, with a potion called Wolfsbane, I can keep my mind even when I transform. But even so, I am a monster."
He adjusted his robes as if to hide the bite wound.
"I may hurt students. I may hurt you. That is something I, as a person, must never be allowed to do."
His voice trembled slightly.
"As a teacher, I should never have gotten close to you. I should never have indulged in your kindness. Every time you looked at me with special eyes, I nearly forgot my own sin."
Lupin looked away from Fianna.
"So tonight, I decided to tell you everything, and then end it."
"End...?"
"My relationship with you. You should forget me."
His words pierced Fianna's chest like a sharp blade.
(No.)
(No, teacher.)
(I don't want that.)
Fianna unconsciously clutched her left collarbone.
"Teacher."
Her voice was clearer than even she expected.
"Will you listen to what I have to say?"
Lupin raised his face.
Fianna undid one button of her robes.
"My birthmark. You know about it, don't you?"
She opened her collar and exposed her left collarbone.
The moonlight illuminated her white skin. Below her collarbone, close to her heart, was a small crescent-moon birthmark.
"I don't know what this birthmark is. Maybe, as you say, it's proof of a werewolf's curse. Or maybe it's just a mark."
She took one step closer to Lupin.
"But there is one thing I know for certain."
Fianna looked straight into his eyes.
"This birthmark and your scars drew me to you. Not because you're a monster. Because you are you, I am here."
Lupin's expression twisted.
"Fianna, you don't understand anything."
"I do understand."
"You don't. I hurt people. I can't protect you. I can't give you happiness."
"Even so, that's fine."
"It's not fine."
"It is fine!"
Her voice echoed through the basement room.
" I have never once thought of you as a monster. I know you're afraid you might hurt me. But more than that, I hate that you're suffering alone."
Tears ran down her cheeks.
" I want to know everything about you. However ugly you think you are, however frightening you think you are, I want you to show me all of it. I don't want you to hide it from me, at least."
With trembling hands, she grasped Lupin's hand.
It was a cold hand.
But she did not let go.
" Please. Don't push me away."
Lupin did not move for a while.
His gray eyes were wavering.
(This girl is serious.)
(This girl is trying to accept everything about me.)
(Such a thing should never be allowed.)
(And yet, why does it feel so...)
Inside Lupin's heart, the wall he had built up over twelve years began to crumble with a sound.
"...Fianna."
His voice was hoarse.
"Are you truly all right with that? With a man like me?"
Fianna smiled through her tear-soaked face.
"If it isn't you, I don't want it."
The moment he saw that smile, the last something inside Lupin's heart burst.
He held Fianna tightly.
"Fianna."
For the first time, he called her name without honorifics.
"Fianna."
Once more, as if to confirm.
"...Yes."
Her voice resonated muffled against his chest.
The strength of Lupin's arms increased. His body was trembling.
"I love you."
His voice was wet with tears.
"As a teacher, this is unforgivable. As a human being, it is also unforgivable. But I love you."
Fianna, her face buried in his chest, nodded again and again.
"I love you too. More than anyone."
Lupin gently separated her body from his.
His fingers touched her chin and tilted it upward.
Their eyes met.
His eyes, moist with tears, reflected the moonlight and shone silver.
"...You're trembling."
"It's your fault."
"I suppose so."
He smiled, just a little.
And then his face slowly drew closer.
Fianna closed her eyes.
Lips touched.
It was a very gentle kiss.
A quiet kiss, barely a touch. But its warmth spread through her entire body.
(It's teacher's lips.)
(Warm.)
Her heart pounded violently. But she wasn't afraid.
Lupin's lips gently pecked at hers, again and again.
"Fianna."
His lips fell on her cheek, her eyelids, her temple.
"Fianna."
Each time her name was called, the depths of her body grew hot.
His hand touched the buttons of her robes.
Trembling fingers undid one button, then another.
"...Aren't you afraid?"
His voice resonated low by her ear.
"I'm not afraid."
Fianna opened her eyes and looked at him.
"Because you're by my side."
Lupin slid her robes off her shoulders.
Her white skin was illuminated by the moonlight.
His gaze became fixed on her left collarbone.
The crescent-moon birthmark.
He pressed his lips to that birthmark.
"...Ah."
A voice escaped her before she could stop it.
His lips touched the birthmark gently, lovingly, again and again.
"Did this birthmark draw me to you?"
"Yes. Surely it did."
"Then I must be grateful to this birthmark."
His lips moved slowly from the birthmark to her neck, to the line of her collarbone.
"Nn..."
Her body trembled slightly.
His hand went around her back and undid the hook of her blouse.
The cloth slipped down smoothly.
Her upper body was exposed in the moonlight.
"...Beautiful."
His voice was hoarse.
Fianna felt her face grow hot with embarrassment.
"Don't look too much."
"I refuse. I want to look."
His hand gently touched her breast.
"Hyah."
A small cry escaped her.
His large hand gently enveloped her breast.
"...Soft."
"D-Don't say things like that."
"It's my honest feeling."
His fingers touched her nipple.
"Nnn."
With his fingertips, gently, as if rolling, as if kneading.
Her nipples quickly grew hard and pointed.
"Are you feeling it?"
"...I don't know."
"You don't know?"
He said in a slightly teasing voice.
"Then I'll teach you."
His mouth latched onto her breast.
"Aah!"
A sharp pleasure ran down her spine.
His tongue licked up her nipple. Sucked it. Gently bit it.
"N-No, ah, don't, not that."
"Don't?"
"It's not, that I don't, but... ah, nnn."
Sweet sighs spilled from her mouth one after another.
Lupin's hand slipped from the hem of her skirt to her thigh.
"...I'm going to touch you."
"...Okay."
She nodded slightly.
His fingers touched her secret place over her underwear.
"...You're wet."
"Don't say it... it's embarrassing."
"There's nothing to be embarrassed about. It's a happy thing."
His fingers slipped inside her underwear.
"Ah..."
His fingers slowly traced her cleft up and down.
"Nn... ah, aah..."
Her love fluids wet his fingers. Wet, sticky sounds echoed through the quiet room.
"Does it feel good?"
"...I don't know."
"You don't know again?"
He smiled wryly.
"Then I'll make you understand more."
His finger slowly sank into her entrance.
"Ah, ah, aah!"
A sense of foreignness and a pleasure beyond it pierced her body.
"Does it hurt?"
"...A little, but I'm okay."
"Don't push yourself."
"I'm not pushing myself. Your fingers are warm."
She wrapped her arms around his neck.
"Do more."
"...Yeah."
His finger began to move slowly inside her.
"Nnn, ah, aah, there, no, ah."
Her voice echoed through the room.
"Does it feel good?"
"...Nn, it feels, good."
"Honest. Good."
His finger stimulated the rough part inside her.
"Aah! There, no, I'll go crazy, ah, ah, aaaah!"
Her body arched like a bow.
"Are you going to come?"
"...I don't know, but something, is coming, ah, ah, aaaaah!"
Her body convulsed greatly.
"...Did you come?"
"...I don't know. But it felt amazing."
She leaned against his chest, breathing raggedly.
"...Let me see yours."
She reached for the bulge in Lupin's trousers.
"Fianna..."
"It's unfair that only I'm naked."
With trembling hands, she undid his belt and pulled down his trousers.
Even over his underwear, his size was clearly visible.
"...It's big."
"Are you scared?"
"...No. I want to touch it."
She slowly pulled down his underwear.
His penis was exposed beneath the moonlight.
Hard, thick, curved upward—his desire.
Fianna timidly touched it.
"...It's hot."
"It's your fault."
Her slender fingers slowly stroked his penis up and down.
"...Nn."
A low sigh escaped hi
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