(Marauders era) Remus Lupin x depressed reader.

1: The letter

JUST IN CASE YOU DIDN'T READ THE DESCRIPTION: This chapter contains, abuse and self harm. I do not condone you do this, and in fact believe you should not. 

You walked into the kitchen, only to be slammed into the wall by your drunk father. The pain shot through you back, but you knew better than to make a sound or react. Reacting only makes it worse. 

"I ASKED YOU TO MAKE ME SOME DINNER, Y/N!!" he shouted, pinning you into the wall. You didn't struggle to break free of his grasp, you had tried that before and it didn't end will, to say the least. 

"S-sorry..." you said quietly. "I-I'll g-go do that n-now..." He punched you in the stomach and pushed you towards the pantry, to go make pasta. 

"DON'T YOU DARE EAT ANYTHING OR BURN IT!" He had started mentioning you not eating food when you tried to sneak something upstairs. 

You nodded and started making pasta as he open a beer bottle and started drinking it. You sighed, put a pot full of water on stove and turned it on. You sat on the coach to wait for it to boil, when you felt something slam into your head. You looked at your father, and saw that he had thrown an empty bottle at your head, one of the shards getting in your arm. You hissed in pain. 

"I never said you could sit down, rat," he said and slapped you. You quickly muttered a sorry and walked by to the pot, to see that it was boiling.

You finished making the spaghetti and handed a bowl to father. You walked into the bathroom, locked the door, and decided that now would be a good time to take out the piece of glass in your arm. You winced as you slowly pulled it out. 

You grabbed your razor and made 3 cuts on your arm. You wrapped some gauze around you arm, snuck into your room. You plopped down on the bed and fell asleep.

You awoke to the sound of your alarm. You frantically turned it off, for you feared it would wake your father up. You slowly got out of bed and got dressed in a long-sleeve shirt, a F/F(favorite fandom) sweatshirt and blue jeans.

You walked outside to get the mail when a single letter caught you eye. It had your name on it. Y/N L/N. 

Dear Miss Y/n L/n, 

You have been accepted in Hogwarts school of witchcraft and Wizardry. 

The rest of the letter basically explained what supplies to get and when school would start. You knew your mother was a witch, but your father despised them. But, then again, it did say in the letter that you would be able to stay there for the holidays. 

So, you decided it. You would go to Hogwarts. 

Your father ended up waking up around 2, which is when you decided to tell him that your were a witch, and that you were going to need a ride to the train station. 

"You're a what?! Goddammit, I thought you weren't a freak like her!" He slapped you. "I'll take you, but only because it'll get your sorry ass out of the house for a while." 

He walked over to a black safe, that you had no idea what was inside, he wouldn't let your near it normally. He pulled out a bunch of neatly stacked robes and a ton of books. He slammed them on the table in front of you. 

"You will NOT to be doing magic outside of school." he said and handed you a wand. It had a slightly curved edge at the back, resembling a tulip. "Now go to your room." 

You quickly grabbed your books and robes and ran into your room.

You ended up reading one of the books while you were waiting for your father to fall asleep so you could get something small to eat, without fear of you getting beaten for it. 

You waited until you didn't hear sound from the kitchen anymore and quickly tip toed out of your room. You opened the fridge as quietly as you, and began to reach for a small piece of bread or cheese. Before you could get it though, you were harshly slammed into the wall, your father standing above you. 

"You tried to take some food, ungrateful scum." he said, his voice laced with malice. "That calls  for some real punishment." 

He picked you up by your neck and pinned you against the wall, restricting your airflow. You stayed frozen, not looking at his yes, for fear he would get even more angered. While still holding you by your neck, he grabbed a knife and drug it slowly across your leg. You whimpered in pain, making him laugh. He slammed your head into the wall, making you pass out. 

A/N

Hey guys, sorry that this chapter is super short and lame, I was trying to figure out how to start the story, as I have most of the plot already in place. Thanks for reading this!