Rumors and Reputation

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

NOWADAYS, EVERYBODY WOULD TEND TO LIVE THE LIFES THEY ALWAYS WANTED TO, HAVE ALL THE FRIENDS THEY WANTED TO, BE AS POPULAR AS THEY WANTED AND AS SMART AS THEY WANTED.

But when it came to me, everything was different.

I had always been one of those poor, typical girls who practically are wearing a giant sign around their necks, written in giant red letters: 'Do whatever you want with me! It's free!'. And of course, nobody would miss the chance to do as the sign, invisible to me, visible to the rest of the world, said.

When it came to socializing with others, or trying to make friends, I would always try my best. And by try my best I basically mean walking over to them and doing whatever pleases them so they don't leave me, like my past experiences. You see, every single friend I have ever had, has left me at some point, some sooner, some later, nobody sticked around for long. Even my own brother left me. The record was three weeks. And no, not the shortest time somebody stayed with me, but the longest.

Yes, the longest. Sad, isn't it?

But that was nothing new; it happened always, and forever. I never could fit in any friend group, class or club. I was always the weird one, who loved pranking with her heart and soul and loved dancing ballet. And somehow, that made me weird.

Though almost every girl was girly-girly, annoying, and a huge fan of the colour pink, they still despised me for dancing ballet, the girliest dance you can dance, in my opinion.

I figured they were jealous.

This changed with time; soon I would develop a liking on hip-hop, but that was yet to come.

However, I could understand it a little bit more when it came to pranking; I'm sure it couldn't be too nice for the girls finding false love notes or so under their tables, but, hey! It was just a little laugh, nothing serious. We were only ten years old!

For a long time, my pranks stayed undetected. Nobody knew it was me. Who would suspect me anyways? I was just that weird, half-Russian, blonde girl with the sparkling blue eyes and bad reputation. Nobody necessary suspicious.

But then, when I dyed my math teacher's wig blue, and accidentally forgot to clear the way, boom! I was caught and everybody heard about it, making my popularity sink even more if it was possible.

I think that's mainly the reason why I got so antisocial...

Anyways, as I said, once I was caught, things only went down and downhill, like, when you're falling in an endless hole and never know when it'll end, or if it'll end? That same feeling.

Only a few months later I got a weird letter; via owl. It talked about some weird school named Hogwarts and magic. Remus (who was my twin brother) got one as well; and then mom, Olga Lupin, revealed her side of the family had all been wizards and witches, admitting she hadn't even told dad, in case we weren't magic.

My two little sisters, Sona and Kira (twins), were more than exited, and had already start imagining how our life would be and if they would get a letter as well.

The surprises weren't over there, though; mom revealed Remus had been bitten by a werewolf six years ago, so he was one as well. I felt betrayed; why hadn't he told me? We were twins! But soon I would feel betrayed not only by Remus, but dad as well.

Apparently, dad had been the one who had angered the werewolf who bit Remus, and felt really guilty about it, so mom magically erased his memory, so he wouldn't know about the magic world anyways. But Remus knew all along. The betraying part? Dad left us. He found this weird, ugly woman and married her, leaving mom and me in charge of the family, as Remus couldn't because of his condition.

Things were alright when we started Hogwarts... at least for Remus. I was sorted into Ravenclaw, while he entered the mighty house of Gryffindor. He found a group of friends and, despite the many things we had been trough, he ignored me. His full moons were brought by Madam Pomfrey, but that was the only bad thing about his instance.

My time was the contrary; I have already told you about me and my weird personality, well, maybe for that, nobody liked me. I knew more than the rest of the Ravens (and that's an achievement), and yet, they couldn't stand me. My pranks were stopped by my brother, who in his group of friends was suddenly pranking (copycat, not the others, but Remus).

And then Remus did something terrible; in desperate attempts to gain his friends approval he turned against me. In other words, he started bullying me. My own freaking twin brother would pull his wand against me, and smirk, as his friends mostly only watched. But I wasn't dumb. I knew that the two leaders of his group didn't like that. But for some stupid reason they did, and so it became a habit to wear hoodies to cover my arms full of bruises.

That same summer mom died.

Because of depression. And Remus ignored it; he didn't even tell his friends he was a werewolf, he didn't tell his friends our mom was dead, or how I used to be the one defending him at our muggle school. But the worst; he didn't even come to her funeral. He just left to one of his friend's house for the entire summer, faking letters of mom saying he could go, and leaving me in charge of everything.

Of our little home, of Sona and Kira, of the bills, pay checks, food and everything else.

I had learned to cook at the age of four, when mom would bake Christmas cookies with me, but I had never really cooked before. Sure, once or twice, but more inclined to baking. So young me, Katherina Lupin, at the age of twelve was a full trained mom. I even bought Kira glasses with the little money I had so she could see properly!

I broke the law; inventing a potion to permit me perform magic outside school, even if I wasn't off age. I gave my all to buy presents for my sisters, to raise them. I went to karate lessons until I got a black belt so I could protect them if I hadn't my wand near. I entered a duelling club until I was the best in it. I couldn't let them alone at home for months, so I sneaked them into Hogwarts and taught them everything I could; writing, reading, minor hexes for defense... I did all that for my sisters.

While Remus was living his life.

And he didn't stop bullying me. But I let him. I didn't know why, but I did. I am sure I had some kind of reason for it, but who knows what it was. I never cried in front of my girls, nor showed them my bruises. I didn't want them to know how I suffered, what I suffered. I just wanted them to live their lifes!

So the years passed. In my third year Sona and Kira entered Hogwarts officially and both joined me in Ravenclaw. I was so proud of my little girls! A few years later the same time I was made prefect of my house.

I was a model student; that typical quiet girl who gets bullied and knows all questions in class. The only thing that wasn't there were glasses, but I could just go and ask Kira for hers! being a Ravenclaw didn't help much.

Luckily, despite stupid Remus bullying me, he never lifted a finger against Sona or Kira, because otherwise I would have literarily killed him.

So I guess that is probably the reason this story really starts on September first of 1976, and not sooner.