It's the Marauders' first year at school, and it's going to be full of madness, mayhem, and above all, magic. (Sirius Black, Jamie Potter, Remus Lupin, and Petra Pettigrew.)
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Remus staggered into the Shrieking Shack and collapsed upon the dusty chair in the corner. It truly was a dismal place. Her newly opened injuries and cuts stung deeply, but she ignored the pain. She had done a shoddy job of healing herself.
She closed her eyes, and leant her head against her hands. How far Sirius was off the truth...
She never should have let Sirius in like that. Showed her how weak she was. But... she had felt so cared for. Like she actually mattered, when her classmate had held her and told her it was okay. How exactly like Sirius it was, to have assumed that she was being hurt at home, where Remus was the safest. Being who she was in the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black, life could not have been easy for her.
Remus wondered exactly what Sirius had suffered at the hands of her parents, and her deranged cousin Bellatrix Black, who was already a trusted follower of Voldemort and his best lieutenant, having just graduated from Hogwarts a couple years ago.
Narcissa Black, her younger sister, was in her fifth year, currently, and Andromeda Black, supposedly one of the more decent "Black sheep" was the Slytherin Headgirl. So far, Narcissa hadn't tried anything, but Remus supposed it was only a matter of time.
Remus took deep, slow breaths to calm herself down. She simply couldn't face the others, especially after her bandages had split, and the scene she'd caused, fleeing from the bathroom. She hoped she hadn't hurt anyone. The damage she'd caused to the dormitory...
Dumbledore would be furious. Perhaps he'd realise that he'd made a mistake in accepting the young werewolf into Hogwarts, where she'd only hurt the innocent young witches and wizards around her. Either way, Remus decided she would spend the night in the Shack where no one would know to look, and make her decisions in the morning.
And she'd have to somehow owl her mother. She would now, if she could, but there were no owls around, and she certainly couldn't stroll into the Hogwarts Owlery at this hour, write a letter, and send it, even without looking like she did right now. She must resemble a Boggart of some sort now. She was lucky to have not been caught coming here.
Remus slumped her head on the table, dust coating the strands of her tawny hair, bathed in the silvery light of the newish moon through the cracks in the roof and dirty window. A tear tracked its way down her cheek, and dripped off her nose, onto the table, creating a thin path in the dust.
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'Are you alright?' asked Jamie for what seemed the hundredth time.
'Sod off,' said Sirius tonelessly, still staring at the ceiling, her mind in a haze.
'I will, but --'
Sirius sat up, glaring viciously at Jamie. 'SOD OFF!' she repeated louder.
Jamie got off her bed, looking affronted, and then went to her bed. 'Alright, I will, then,' she said dramatically, pulling the curtains closed violently.
