I awoke to voices arguing around me. I tried to open my eyes but they felt to heavy, I tried to listen too the voices but I could not comprehend what words they were speaking. I tried to move but my whole body felt heavy, I was able to move my left wrist grabbing something soft. I am so confused right now. Where am I?
Over the next few seconds I gained my senses again and blinked my eyes open. I was staring at the top of a four poster bed, 'but I never made it to my dorm,' I thought confused. I blinked again and saw an unfamiliar maroon and gold draping around the bed instead of the usual green and silver.
What the fuck
I then started to recognize the voices, it was Potter arguing with Sirius about something. I tried to get up slowly but couldn't move my body yet. I looked around then locked eyes with Lily, she was kneeling next to the bed looking down worried. Remus was next to her reading a book I recognized as Mending the Injured, a healing book. Peter was trying to calm Potter and Sirius down and make them come to a compromise.
"Merlin, who died," I croaked raspily. Everyone suddenly stopped what they were doing and stared at me. All of them looking at me with a number of emotions, concern, pity, worry, sadness, anger, everything. I couldn't help but laugh. I laughed more than I have in a while and they all looked at me like I was mad. Well maybe I was, but it was a mad situation. I mean they were worried over nothing and this situation was just so stupid. I was still angry at Potter for all that he'd caused even if he did not mean to. That's the worst part, the bloody ignorance of it. He does whatever he wants regardless of how it would affect others. After my laughter died down and I sobered up. I was able to slowly sit upright with the help of Lily. I looked around and noticed I was in the boy's dormitory. Lily's would have the Gryffindor girls, but the marauders dorm would only contain themselves.
"Smart bringing me here," I spoke slowly, my throat still dry and rasped slightly. Remus got a glass from near his bed and conjured a glass of water for me. I smiled gratefully before chugging it down,
"Alright then, thanks guys," I stated as I moved to get out of bed
"Where the hell do you think you're going!" Lily shouted, I stared at her, Lily never swore unless shit was serious.
"Back to my dorm?" I said, more like asked,
"No you wont, you're staying right here where you're explaining everything, NOW," she stated angrily,
"Ugh do I have to," I whined annoyed
"Damn right you do," Potter interrupted. I whipped my head so quickly at him. I scoffed. The balls this boy has, demanding that I do things because of a mess he created. I had enough.
"You don't tell me what to fucking do, not after the shit you just pulled," I spat at him with fury,
"The shit I just pulled?!" He repeated in exasperation
"Yes the shit you just pulled are you fucking thick?!" I responded, "If you didn't have that bloody Gryffindor hero complex of yours, of needing to save everyone, I wouldn't be in this mess right now! I am not another damsel in distress or a little broken girl for you to save. Newsflash Potter, I am not broken, I don't need saving and I never will! You just had to tell everyone, couldn't keep your bloody mouth shut, you do whatever you want never caring about the consequences or how it would affect others. Just the golden boy being a hero, HUH? You then proceeded to ruin my relationship with my best friend, making her feel fucking guilty for spending time with me, forcing me to admit that my parents are abusive in front of everyone here, not only embarrassing me but leading everyone to look at me the way they do now, the way I never wanted them too, with pity, all for what?! because you couldn't stand not being what you really are, a thickheaded, ignorant, pompous, Gryffindor ARSEHOLE!" My voice got louder with every word I said until I exploded with the last word. My chest rose up and down quickly due to my breathlessness and I continued glaring at Potter not letting my eyes leave his face. We stared at each other for a full minute, no one else in the room dared to say a word. Finally Potter looked away and stormed out of the room slamming the door behind him. I scoffed.
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The Better Chaser; James Potter
FanfictionIt's 1975, fifth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry for Reigna Watson. She is a pureblood witch, Slytherin prefect, quidditch chaser, and one of the top students in her grade (other than Lily Evans of course). Her best friends are s...