We Were Bound | james potter

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chapter 10

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Faeryn was going to visit Kris for the first 2 days of break.

Well, that's what she told her friends at least.

Ever since the party, the two girls had been getting along quite well. They weren't dating, per se. But they definitely weren't just friends either. So everyone believed her when she said she would be visiting Welch's house for 2 days.

'Hey, im gonna stop somewhere before I come to your house, just dont tell anyone.'

Faeryn was most thankful when Kris didn't ask questions and went along with her lie. Because for the first time in all of her years at Hogwarts, Faeryn would be going home for Christmas break.

The train ride to her stop was filled with stories of Mary's new relationship with a 6th year, and Marlenes plan to convince her brother, Danny, to take her to a muggle concert near her hometown.

It was painfully obvious that everyone was carefully avoiding any topics concerning Faeryn and her family. She was very appreciative of it though, as she didn't have to talk most of the way there. And she was granted the perfect amount of time to re-evaluate her plan, to work through the kinks and mistakes, until she had perfected it to the dot.

When they exited the train she met up with Kris, who was waiting for her with a big smile. Faeryn was quite surprised with the girl's acting skills, she deserved an award for how well she was pulling this off.

Faeryn waved goodbye to the boys, knowing she would see them in only 3 days. She watched as Kris walked into the fireplace and called out, "Welch Manor!" and disappeared behind the haze of green fire and smoke.

She glanced around to make sure no one was too close to hear that she was indeed not following Kris to her house. She grabbed a handful of the green floo powder, and quietly called out "Lupin Cottage!"

For a split second she was traveling at unimaginable speeds, watching as hundreds of fireplaces zoomed in front of her. And then she was stepping into the living room of her house.

Her heart was hammering relentlessly in her chest, was she really going to follow through with this?

Yes. For Remus. And for herself, aswell.

She walked through the living room, making sure to avoid the spots she knew would creak if she put too much pressure on the floor.

She walked through the hallway, looking at the crooked pictures hanging on the peeling wallpaper. The pictures of her and Remus as toddlers, her mother with a goofy grin on her face as she held both of the twins over her shoulders. Faeryn smiled when she saw how happy they were, how happy they would have been.

She shook her head and continued to the back room, were Lyall spent all his time, drowning in firewhiskey and his own filth. She quietly pushed open the door, and saw her father slumped over in his stained recliner, snoring.

Her nose was hit with the smell of sweat and alcohol, she had to stop her self from coughing at all of the upturned dust and must. And he had the audacity to call Remus, disgusting.

The more she looked at the man in the chair, the less nervous she was, the more angry she became. This was the man that was supposed to love her, to take care of her. He wasn't supposed to hit her, or spit in her hair. He wasn't supposed to hold silver spoons up to Remus's arms, knowing that Faeryn could feel it, too.

The horrible excuse of a man sitting in front of her was not her father, and if anyone deserved to die, it was him. Not Remus. Remus who loved to read muggle novels. Remus who shared his favorite jumpers with Faeryn. Remus who was angry at anyone who dared to even think about kissing his poor 'innocent' sister. Remus who loved her, more than he would ever love himself.