HP/Marauders one shots

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My feet pounded against the stone floors. Paintings around me all looked shocked, though only a few yelled after me to try and help when they saw I was in a panic. I ignored everything though, even running into Mr. Filch. He yelled after me, did not try to chase me. That was a battle he knew he would lose. I was on a mission. I had a place to be.

We only had fifteen minutes until everyone had to at the least be in their common rooms. So it was a shock to those few who were still out to see a girl covered in water and muggle dye running frantically.

I was half way there, my destination: the astrology tower. I had enough of all the other Slytherins bullying me. I had enough of all the other houses not wanting to be near me since I was in Slytherin. They didn't understand. I HAD TO GO INTO SLYTHERIN. I HAD to be cunning to be still alive while dealing with my abusive muggle father and alcoholic muggle mother.

As I neared the stairs to go up the tower, I knew I had made it. I stopped and looked up the spiraling stairs. Slowly I went up the first few stairs but started to hurry again. I couldn't wait. I couldn't slow down and possibly get stopped. I had to do this.

When I made it to the top I took out my wand and magically locked the door with a spell I taught myself. It was a spell that would keep the door locked even from magic for about half an hour. I laid my wand down on the floor of the tower and looked up at the stars. They were so beautiful, and I was glad I was finally doing it and with so many beating stars out as well.

Stripping off my soaked cloak, I let it fall to the floor. This time, as I stepped up to the rail, I looked down. The ground looked soft from up here, though I know from all the times I was pushed to it by bullies that it was anything but.

I climbed up onto the rail and stood facing the door. It burst open right as I let myself fall. The person who ran out didn't even have enough time to see me as I free fell to the ground with the first real smile in years.