The Better Chaser; James Potter

Chapter 31- Getting My Affairs in Order

I spent the rest of the day just hanging out with Remus and catching up on everything that happened with him all year. I avoided talking to Potter, because I was to exhausted for him to talk or tease me about what happened with Mark. Dinner was fine, I thought of telling Effie and Monty about my plans for tomorrow, but decided otherwise because I knew they would just stop me. On our way upstairs after dinner I found a spare bit of parchment and a quill set in one of the drawers of the room I was staying in and started writing two letters. One was addressed to my parents while the other had specific instructions for my house elf Tikki, to meet up with me and give me my things. I asked her to pack up my things, clothes, books, Hogwarts stuff, and my broomstick. Basically my whole room. Then burn the letter when she's done reading. I asked her to meet me by that kings cross alley she took me to before, it would be easier for her to remember. I asked of her to not inform my parents, and to do this for me as one last order from her master. I hated using that card but I needed my things. The letter to my parents was me telling them they could go fuck themselves, and saying I went to pack my stuff. This removes Tikki from any blame or punishment she could get, because if she leaves the letter out in my empty room they'll believe I came and did it. The letter read,

'Dear Mum and Dad,

 Over the years I've wanted to say many things to you, but I learnt to hold my tongue to avoid punishment. Well this won't happen any longer. Fuck you Mum and Dad. Fuck you for what you did to me, for abusing me both mentally and physically. I don't share your bigoted dim-witted beliefs. I have muggle-born friends, and they would kick you ass in a fight. There is no such thing as blood supremacy. Muggleborns are just as much witches as us, and being wizards does not make us better than muggles. Exploiting that power and using it against the powerless makes you cowardful terrorists. I could rant on and on about everything fucked up you did, and how much I loathed you both. But it's over. I'm gone, I've taken all my things, you can disown me, or do whatever, but I'm not part of your lives anymore. I hope Voldemort makes you guys pay for what I did, you deserve it. I don't give a fuck anymore if I'm pleasing you or not, that ship has sailed so long ago I can't even remember the last time I did not lie to you. You made me a stranger in my own home. And for that you both should pray I never see you again, because if I do, I'm fighting back this time. The next time I see you both will be out on the battlefield and I will show no mercy, just like you showed none all these years to me. 

Have a great rest of your sad lives,

Love, 

Your favorite daughter,

Reigna Watson x'

Perfect, I thought smiling down at the letter. I folded both the letter and the instructions for Tikki up and got ready for bed.

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I woke up the next day to Mark waking me up,

"Merlin Mark, how did you get into the room?" I asked groggily,

"I just walked in, now come on! Before I change my mind," He responded,

"Okay, okay I'm up," I said as I started to get out of bed,

"What are you wearing?" He asked staring at my clothes. I was wearing Remus' sweater and no pants. But the sweater reached all the way down to my knees so I didn't worry much. Remus was really tall. I went to grab my pants that were caked with dried blood,

"Can't wait to get into my own clean clothes again," I said,

"Is that his sweater?" Mark asked dryly,

"Whose sweater?" I asked confused,

"Potter's," He spat bitterly, 

"Um no, why would you think that?" I responded slowly, confused at his bitter attitude, "Can we just get on with this,"