I know, I want a Nimbus! 3 stars centred mean I'm skipping to the end of the year (My patience is thin)

I bloody hate Boggarts! Why have they taken such a liking to that old discarded cabinet down by the canal? I keep having to sort them out. Walking over to rattling cabinet, I hoped they'd get the message and just LEAVE ME ALONE! I opened it, but instead of my Uncle stepping out, Remus stepped out. He opened his mouth and those words, those words I'd hope I'd never here him say, came out.
'I don't love you. I don't want you. You'll have to go back to the Malfoy's.'
'No, No! He loves me! Riddikulus!' I cried, trying to make Remus amusing.
I failed, and huddled on the floor, him walking round me, repeating those terrible words.
'No! No!' I cried out.
'Riddikulus!' cried a voice.
I heard a pop and looked to see the full moon floating there, Remus standing in front of me, protecting me. It disappeared in a puff of smoke. He turned round, and picked me up, holding me, rocking me.
'It was just a Boggart, only a Boggart.' he soothed, stroking my hair.
I was taking big gulps of air as he carried me home. He sat on the sofa, still holding me.
'I promise, I will never stop loving you.' he said.

***

I stood there, looking at Quirrell. He unwrapped his turban, and I stared in disgust.
'Ah, Baylee. How's your mum and dad?' asked Voldemort.
'In Azkaban thanks to you!' I cried.
'And your brother?' Voldemort continued.
'Gone to help Ron and get Remus.' I said.
'Well, you'll need all the help you can get.' hissed Voldemort and Quirrell shot a spell, which I only just blocked.
'Ahh, you have inherited your Mothers duelling skills. Shall we put them to the test?' asked Voldemort, impression sketched on his face.
'Bring it.' I said, putting my wand away.
Voldemort raised an eyebrow. Quirrell shot another spell and I blocked it, wand-less and nonverbally. The duel began, and I battled as long and as hard as I could. But I lost and was hit, fell to the floor and blacked out.

I awoke, on something warm, and soft. Something, or someone, had hold of my hand. I bleary opened my eyes. I saw Remus talking to Dumbledore by the door, I saw Harry in the bed next to me, and Rylee holding my hand. I squeezed it gently and I saw him look up into my eyes. I smiled.
'Baylee.' he whispered.
'Rylee.' I whispered back.
Remus came over, and took my other hand.
'She awoke yet?' he asked.
I squeezed his hand.
'Answer your question?' I asked.
Remus hugged me tight, like he couldn't let me go.
'You silly, brave, bad, wonderful girl. What am I to do with you?' he whispered in my ear.
'I have no idea.' I whispered back, my arms round his neck. I let go, and looked at the pile of sweets at the end of my bed.
'Tokens. From your admirers.' said Dumbledore, indicating to my rather large pile, and Harry's rather large pile.
'Maybe I'm not so hated.' I said smiling.
'You proved you were better then your parents. You broke the reputation and set a reputation for the next generation.' said Dumbledore.
Wise words, from a wise man.

I sat on the train, hugging my knee's, wanting to reach the station. It eventually pulled into the station, and I got off, looking round. I sptted Remus, standing well away from Aunt and, Uncle!
'Oh bloody hell.' I whispered, walking over to Remus, shaking.
He hugged me.
'It's ok.' he said.
I grasped his hand, and walked towards Aunt and Uncle. I felt like my knee's were about to buckle. We walked past confidently, and I breathed out. A metal object rested on my shoulder.
'Ah, Baylee.' drawled that cold, cruel voice.
I just wanted to run, away from the cold metal topped cane, that calm, yet cruel voice. I gripped Remus's hand tighter.
'Go away.' I said in a shaky voice.
'Now, you don't mean that my dear. We're family.' said Uncle.
'I don't care. I just want you to go away, and stay away from me, my life and those I love.' I said, turning to face my uncle, staring into those grey, empty eyes.