The forgotten twin (Marauders - Remus Lupin)

chapter one: I'm home

Melanie pov:

I was home. After 4 years of training, I was allowed to come home. I didn't tell my family, because I wanted it to be a surprise. I wanted to see how they would react to me arriving home before they knew about it. I may seem happy about it but that's only to hide the fact that I'm completely terrified about going home. 

I was the most excited to see my brother due to the fact that I'd missed him the most. Before I went to France my brother had refused to leave my side; when we found out that we'd both been accepted into Hogwarts we were both delighted and it wasn't until later that day that our parents told us that in a few weeks I would be going to France, that I may never go to Hogwarts. I was just glad that while I did my training I did receive one of the best educations. Professor Dumbledore would send me the work that my brother was doing in his classes and I've yet to fail him. 

Like I said earlier, I was utterly terrified to arrive home and that's because I'm scared of what my parents would think. I knew that while I was growing up they were frightened that one day I would turn on them, they thought I would attack and/or kill them. I knew I wasn't capable of doing that but I guess they didn't. 

Another thing I'm scared about is making friends. When I was younger I found it hard to make friends where as James found it extremely easy. In a letter that he'd sent me, he explained to me about how during his first year at Hogwarts it was his friends that made it 100% better than what it could have ever been and because of my condition, when I go to Hogwarts it's gonna be shit...I mean worse than James'.

What I did to make coming home even more of a surprise was that I entered through my bedroom window and onto my bed. So I could surprise them the next day at breakfast with my unexpected appearance. I know that at least James would be happy to see me.

As I quietly shut the window, I put my suitcase down on my bed. I look around the crowded walls that I once called my safe place.

My room was still painted cream on two of parallel walls and lilac on the other two. The wall in front of me was where the door was, a barren, normal door. The wall next to it was covered in shelves that held teddies and books. Underneath them was my vinyl collection, most of them did in fact belong to James, he just gave them to me once he was eventually bored of them. That just meant more for me.

The wall next to it was covered in posters; revision and band poster. I know, I was a nerd, you don't have to tell me twice.

I looked across to the other wall and a gigantic smile erupted onto my face. It possessed Polaroid pictures that were hung up on pieces of string. I noticed one of James and me. I was receiving a piggyback from him. We had such a happy childhood. Mine just finished too soon...

I looked back on the past few years and realised that I had had to end my childhood and grow up. James will still act freely, act like a child. While I no longer can.

Anyway, I needed to unpack. I opened my suitcase and was then glad that those walls were soundproof. I took all of my clothes out then placed them into draws next to my bed. Everything was perfectly folded  and away so I would know where to find them. I then placed my suitcase to one side and I laid down on my bed.

I wondered if anything had changed around the house since nothing had changed in my room since I'd left. It was strange, it was like no one had even entered my room. Like it had just been forgotten. What if it was because I'd been forgotten?

I suddenly heard voices from downstairs. I tried to listen to the conversation that was going on. I could clearly hear two voices. One belonged to mum and the other belonged to James. Dad wouldn't have been back from work yet.

"So when are they getting here?" I could clearly hear mother ask. My enhanced hearing does help in multiple situations.

"They'll be here in a few hours." And there's James (the annoying prick).

"Oh goodie, your dad will be home by then. Now I know this will be hard for you but can you go get a couple vinyls from your sister's room. I need them for when your friends come over. I heard that one of them likes the same music she did."

Shit. 

Shit. 

Shit. 

Shit. 

Shit.

"Ok mother..."

I heard mother clear her throat.

"...mum, I'll get them"

What the fuck am I going to do? I couldn't jump out the window, they'd have heard me. I couldn't run out the door, James was coming up the stairs.

James was coming up the stairs. 

Fuck! What do I do?

I wish I had a closet to hide in but there is never a closet around? 

Don't panic.

Fuck it, I'm panicking.

I turned to face the door and there he was, James. 

My twin, James Potter. 

The idiot, James Potter. 

The prick, James Potter. 

James potter with his mouth open about to say something.

"What the..."