MERCY ► REMUS LUPIN

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CHAPTER 2

There's a few wrong ways
and they don't make a right.

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   TWO DAYS; THAT was how long until the anniversary for an apparent 'loving' relationship. It wasn't exactly what Violet had expected a year ago, when she had accepted the invite to Hogsmeade with none other than the gorgeous Marlene Mckinnon. Violet wouldn't lie, the beginning of the relationship [which unofficially began after Marlene had shoved Violet into- very painful - brick wall and slammed a bright red kiss onto her soft lips. From there, a steady relationship followed.

But after a month, she wasn't actually sure what she wanted.

   Maybe it was the constant forcefulness of what Marlene wanted, and what Marlene needed. Or perhaps it was that she had- multiple times-
come across a snogging session between her apparent lover and Lucius Malfoy. It was an unlikely affair. Not the cheating, but more so the Slytherin male with the girl who denied the reality of bisexuals and pansexuals like her very own girlfriend; aka she-said-she-was-a-lesbian. It was confusing, but she didn't question it. She knew better than that. But after multiple hours of lying on her bed, staring up at the cold ceiling- she had concluded it was all those things. The constant isolation emotionally had caused Violet to grown numb, and alone in the real world too.

With quick kisses on the cheek from her parents, Violet rushed her way through the endless crowd of muggles and ended up at the face of her cage. Platform Nine and Three Quarters. Memories had rushed through her head, ones without her loved devil. Becoming conscious of her pale, white knuckles by a meow from the tuxedo cat sitting in the metal trolley, Violet brought her mind back to reality with a slow swallow and a heavy breath. Glaring at the bricks with a determined glare, she pushed forward the trolley and herself with a strong push.

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Pride and Prejudice had, once again, taken over Violets mind. Although it was her seventh read, it didn't stop her from becoming entrapped in each and every word. Her eyes skimmed over the words, speed in reading one of her peculiar talents. It wasn't exactly something she had taken pride on, but more so something she had decided would help herself.

The compartment was empty; other than the small black backpack hunched over on the floor of the small room. Humming to slow muggle tunes, Violets barely audible melodies were silenced by the sliding of a door. Snapping her head up in surprise, dread washed over her as her eyes met a mop of blonde, sleek hair. Green eyes bore into her own coffee stained pair, a sick sweetness drilled into Marlene's smile. "Hey- are you reading that stupid book again?" The smile was almost immediately wiped off her face, her bony fingers throwing the book towards the now closed compartment door. Violet's voice stayed inaudible, a frown visible on her pale lips. Licking her lips slowly, she decided to not speak in an attempt to keep her cheek tanned; not red. Letting out a heavy breath, her gaze shifted back to the Gryffindor. "Oh, come on. You've read that book, like what? 9 times? It'll be boring before you know it!" She had a shrill voice, Violet had picked up on that a year ago. It was sweet the first couple of times, like sugar. But just like the sweetener, you took so much that it ended up hurting you. Marlene was no riddle, Violet had realised that shortly after she picked up on the shrillness of her voice. She more of a joke, with the worst punchline. She was like the muggle joke about the chicken, crossing a road. There's no laughter, no smiles. Just an attempt at being something your not. However, it would be an insult to muggles to even think about calling her something of theirs. She was a more vile version, as if the joke went:

Why did the chicken cross the road?
It didn't, a car hit it and it died.

You're simply horrified after the whole thing is revealed, and just then had Violet really understood why people couldn't understand the fear that shone through her eyes whenever Marlene was even in the same building. Let alone compartment. It wasn't their fault, and it wasn't even hers. It was whoever had twisted and turned Marlene into this monster. There was no beauty and beast, and more so beauty or the beast.

Marlene's fingers poked and prodded at the book, a shudder running through her as to why people wasted their precious time on such pathetic things. Voicing these thoughts would be great, but it was to much of a bother to argue with the girl she currently had seated herself on. Violets features were still painfully obvious, the disappointment and despair at the extra damage the book has taken. "Seven." She mumbled, Marlenes face twisting into some kind of mixture between confused and annoyed. "What?" Marlene spat, bitterness dripping off her every word. Violets annoyance was something even Lucius knew to keep at bay; it would only get the better of her. Although, Marlene was Marlene and was obviously someone who was falling off the edge with one finger and a wicked smile. Clenching her jaw in an attempt to hold back a loud voice, Violet spoke with a harsh undertone that only forced Marlene to get up with rage in her veins. "Seven times I've read it, and if you honestly gave a single crap about me you'd know that. Honestly? If it was so boring, just tell me how on Earth would I have read it that many times?" The words left her mouth slowly, each word digging her deeper and deeper into a hole. How dare the pathetic little girl? She knew better than to speak with such- such disrespect? Her hand lifted up, hitting with a slap! against Violets face. Violet had gotten use to it, and found the unusually sound of the slapping pleasing. Eyes shut, she waited for the noise to grant her bliss; as the only pleasing thing she could take from this situation. However, it had seemed that at the same time the compartment door to take a slick click and slide- and four boys with the same expression greeted her.
"What-" the first one spoke, rage in his eyes and voice shared like a river and ocean.
"The-" another deep voice followed, more so shock than compared to the rage in the first boys.
"Fuck?" This time, it was a familiar voice that had forced Violet to finally open her dull eyes. The first thing she noticed was the stinging, although that was before the eye opening. No. It was the familiar faces of her riddling canvas, joined by none other than wall door big ego guy. The other two boys seemed familiar, but not in the same was as canvas and wall-door. The first, who was to the right of canvas, had quite the face. It resembled that of the meals Violets cat had at home; mice. She wasn't exactly sure how, but after looking deeper into his eyes she saw the features of more rats than mice. Peculiar.
The other, to the left of wall-door, was quite the charmer; even at first sight.
He had hair that reached his shoulders, dark and somewhat.. mysterious? She wasn't sure how to connect hair and mysterious together, but the first ideas that came to her head were normally right. His sharp jaw came with pale yet coloured skin, with a face almost as godly-crafted as that of canvas. His eyes were a stormy grey, but had a dullness that seemed to a storm that combined with ego. Her interest immediately disappeared, almost immediately after seeing that look of.. danger. Nothing personal, she thought.
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Watching Marlene attempt to cover up had been quite he funny adventure for her. Normally, she would stay quiet and hush herself into a corner of obedience; but she couldn't help it. The different stories stringed together made no sense, and it was quite obvious the boys who had interrupted the little 'beating session' thought so too. It was odd, to think the people who had, temporarily, stopped her misery had been those of apparent popularity. Two and two put together of their stories, and she knew millions of things about them; perhaps they didn't know. She felt like the late Sherlock Holmes, except without her own Watson. One thing she had learnt from the first word that left their mouths was the pity that dropped off each sound, and the fairly noticeable glances that they gave each other. As far as she knew, she had just made real friends. And what did they call them self?
The Marauders.

AUTHORS NOTE
THIS IS SO BAD GUYS IM SO SORRY BUT I WANTED TO WRITE SOMETHING FOR YOU LIKE ESPECIALLY THIS ENDING WTF BUT HERE YOU GO ALSO

PLEASE REMEMBER THAT AS FANFICTIONY AS THIS IS IM NOT GOING TO MAKE IT SO THEY LOVE EACH OTHER AT FIRST SIGHT; ITS GOING TO BE AS REALISTIC AS I CAN MAKE IT OKAY ILY BYE 💞

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