A/N: Hey Indigo here, pls call me Indie. well here is another Harry Potter story. I swear i have so many ideas but i never seem to finish them. never mind. maybe this one will go better. This is just the first chapter, and re-posted at that as i was told by a very trust worthy informative that it could b beta, so don't expect another chap for a while. i just wanna see what you all think of the idea and then once The Story of Claire is done, i promise to give it my undivided attention (er almost) ok. So read and review. u're input is really inportant to make the story work. if i don't know what you think i can't make it better. remember reivews are god. not literally, so don't b offended k.

Indie x

Dedication: this is for all people who have bad home lives, i hope thing sort them selves out. This goes out for people like Renn.

Disclaimer:I don't own Harry Potter, and i don't own James Potter, wish i did. so if you recognise anything in this story then i don't own it. How ever Renn is all mine miney mine. so ha.


Green Eyes

Chapter One : The Truth

Renn's POV:

I've attended Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry for six years now and I dare say that I've been practically invisible the whole time, still now that I'm starting my seventh year as a new Gryffindor prefect I am pretty sure things will change. However I expect that's just wistful thinking. I thought as I sat in an empty compartment. I could hear the chatting and movement of students outside, I can't help but wonder what the wonderful James Potter is doing right this very moment. No I mustn't think about him. It'll only make me think of how shit my life is compared to his bloody perfect one. At least he doesn't have a father who is prepared to beat him up over the drop of a hat. At least…

"Aghhh." I scream and I bang my fist hard against the window in my compartment. Frankly I'm surprised the glass didn't break. I stare at the countryside wiz zing past outside and the tears stream sown my cheeks uncontrollable sobs burst from my mouth and I collapse into a crumpled curled up heap on the floor crying my eyes out. It appears that I didn't hear the compartment door open though or I would have restrained my little break down on to the floor.

"This compartment appears to be empty." A voice says. A voice I know to belong to the one and only Mr Sirius Black, the supposed sex god of Hogwarts, and best friend of James Potter.

"Oh" He stopped talking. Er I suppose this is the part where he has noticed me.

"God, are you all right. Er MOONY!" He shouts the last bit, i.e. Moony, down the train corridor to a tall thin sandy haired boy with misty blue eyes called Remus Lupin a sixth year Gryffindor prefect like me.

"What Padfoot?" Moony sighs and he walks over from a compartment pulling a reluctant Prongs with him. aka James Potter the love of my life. It's just a shame he doesn't know I exist . Peter Pettigrew, or as his friends call him Wormtail, ambles along behind them.

"Hurry up, I think I found a crying pile of clothes." Sirius, talk about insensitive.

"I can hear you know." I retort mid sob. "And insults don't help." By now the four boys, known as the Marauders, are peering in from the door way I take a deep breath, pull my self together and get up.

"Oh blast, I did break the window." I exclaim.

I notice the glass before me mend and I turn to find Remus with his outstretched in his hand.

"I could have done it myself you know." I snap. He shrugs

"Are you okay?" He asks me.

"I'm fine." I say and I sit down arms crossed. The boys come in and sit opposite me.

"Well it didn't look that way a minute ago. Wanna explain?" James says. God James Potter is being caring. I snort.

"What?" He exclaims. "I am allowed to show some consideration, despite popular belief." He is thinking of Lily. I know he is.

"It's not that." I defend. What! I don't want him to think I follow the crowd with all those stereotypical beliefs, 'that if you're a trouble maker you can't care about other people, well expect other trouble makers'.

"It's just I've never told anyone before, so why should I start now?" well at least that's true, I have never told anyone, why should they wouldn't believe me, they wouldn't care.

"Why hot tell us. It might make you feel better."

"I doubt. And if I did tell you , you would never understand, let alone believe me."

"Please, we'll try to believe you. If you don't tell us the problem we can't help you." James said. I looked up and stared into his great round Hazel eyes, a big mistake, and I fell and broke down. I put my face in my hands, my hair fell down over my thin pale face, I could feel the tears welling up into my eyes.

"Please." James whispered, and he tucked a strand of my long straight raven black hair behind my slightly pointy ears. My mossy green eyes found hazel Malteser like ones. I snapped.

"Alright." whisper back, almost as thought just to James. "I'll tell you my story , but I warn you there's no fairy tale ending."

"It all began on the twenty sixth of December sixteen years ago. When I was born and christen Renn May Grace." I smile, a soft little smile. Ironic I know my fathers last name is Grace, doesn't really fit him does it.

"I had a happy family, a loving even. My parents were together and life was great. That was before mum left. When I turned five, she upped and left us. My dad is magic and she isn't. The day of my fifth birthday his covered slipped, when I appear to have charmed all my cuddly toys to life. They could talk and move, they still can. It freaked my mother out. Dad had to explain, and lets just say she didn't take it all that well. So she left us."

"Dad blamed me and well lets just say he could never really forgive me for what I had done. He got really badly depressed I remember and he would go out most nights and drink after that. After my mother left, right after she walked out on us. He screamed that hated me and ran out after, he wasn't back for hours. When he finally did come he was drunk and he glared me and told to go to my room. He followed me and he shouted for ages. I tried to retaliate and shouted back, that's he hit me." I suddenly realise what I've said and quickly shut my mouth hoping they haven't heard. I can't tell them this not yet they can't know. It's not right to tell some one you've just met secrets like I have. Sirius looks at me. Confused.

"Are you saying your father beats you." He says not quite able to understand what I've said.

"I-I I didn't say that. I just I-I didn't mean to tell you. I can't , you don't understand." I finish in whisper. My words confusing even to me, just mumble a blur of the mess my life is.

"Explain." James says he takes my hand and grips it hard. " Does he still be- hurt you?" I can't tell James, its to soon. I find myself nodding, I don't know why. I want to tell them. I want to tell them everything, maybe I should just keep my mouth shut then I can't give anything away. I look up, a mistake I keep making. I don't know what it is but for some reason James Potter eyes have this hypnotic effect on me, I can't deny him what he wants.

"I remember waking up the morning after mum left, on my bedroom floor with a black eye and so many bruises, even some cuts on my arms. I remember my toy dog Charlie got me some plasters from the kitchen cabinet." I half laugh. " I shouldn't tell you all this, but some how I find that I am. My father beats me more than once a day when I'm at home." I look at the ground ashamed at my self control, I can't risk looking at James again. "You have to promise you'll keep this to your self, I've been through enough in my life don't make it worse.

"This is , how could a father do this to his daughter, I mean I know my parents weren't exactly nice but they never hit me." I heard Sirius whisper.

"Look I don't want to talk about it. How could you lot possibly understand what I've been through. Your parents may be nasty and…, look I don't know what your home life is like, but my life is mine, and you could never compare it to yours, never. And there is nothing any of you could do to help."

"Maybe we want to. And I'm sorry if you find my comparing our lives unreasonable, but I've been through things to, okay its not like you've had but my home life was still bad. I just don't understand why your father would do that to you though."

"How would I know, if I knew I'd find a way to stop him."

"Why don't you just run away, that's what I did when my home life become unbearable."

"I can't run away, I have nowhere to go. I don't know if you've noticed but I don't exactly have any friends, I mean hello, miss invisible here. Who the heck would I stay with?"

"Hey James has a massive place, I mean he lives in a mansion." Sirius says looking like he is seriously considering somewhere for me to say . I find myself blushing deeply behind my curtain of hair, gosh the thought of living with James, but I shouldn't get like that. Sirius just doesn't get it.

"I barely know you, I couldn't just intrude and ask James to let me live with him." I mumble.

"You're our friend, we want to help you. I mean if you came to my house it'd only be in the holidays, so not until half term or Christmas. We'd have ages to get to know each other better then."

"You're being to , I don't know but stop it. You forget I have no friends, I can't just class you as my friends, I've only just met you." I laugh. "and here I am telling you my darkest secrets." well not all of them, there are some I don't even think about my self they are so dark, "Any way I couldn't just not go home. Dad would come looking, and I'd need to get all my possessions wouldn't I. I couldn't just stop living there all of a sudden."

"Renn." James said. "I promise you that we're going to help you get out of there we'll find away. We are your friends, don't think of us as anything else. And friends stick together. You'll see we'll find a way and everything will be fine. I promise you that."

I smile, and look him in the eyes, another mistake. I can tell he means it, and for once in my life I'm starting to feel at home with my self, I'm starting to feel happy again. Because James Potter with just one word, promise , I've found hope, and I won't let that go.


A/N: WELL THERE U GO C U ALL AS SOON AS IS POSSIBLE. I WANT AT LEAST FIVE REVIEWS I WON'T UPDATE OTHER WISE. K.

Indie x