YAY CHAPTER ONE. I'm going to put a little summary here...
Echolynne Pierce is an unnaproachle Gryffindor with a cold mask. Violent and prone to outbursts, no one can get close enough to figure out all the pain thats hidden inside her. But what happens when a seeingly random encoutner with none other then Remus Lupin turns out a battle against keeping her secrets, or letting herself be healed.
It may be M later. I'll change it if I have to.
Disclaimer: I do not own harry potter, only Echolynne and Aimee. And probably other OC's eventually. And if I did own HP I was have Draco in my closet 8D
It's funny how huge things begin with little things. For example, this whole story starts with one thing; fangirls.
It was September first; time to come back to Hogwarts. Sighing, I rested my head against the cool window pane. I was alone in the compartment, but admittedly, that's how it normally was. I was a loner. Did I enjoy it? That's more complicated.
I brought my knees up to my chest, and rummaged around in my knapsack for a book. I grabbed one, Pride and Prejudice, and pushed it back. I'd already read it… Seven times. Yes, I was a bookworm. A loner, a bookworm, and generally unapproachable. Not because I was ugly (pardon the lack of modesty) but because I made it that way. I wasn't good around people all the time. It was easier to get a cold mask, plaster it to my face, and be done with it.
But this story isn't, solely, about me. Going back to the point; fangirls. I was curled up in my compartment when a loud rustling took place, the compartment door flying open. "Bloody-" I began, before noticing that, no, it was not a dementor or something, but not something much better. Two blokes, James Potter and Sirius Black. The stupid, stuck up, no good marauders. Idiots.
"Prongs, hurry up! There coming!" Yelled Sirius, ducking inside, not even seeming to notice me. The brunettes raven friend then continued to leap inside before slamming the door shut and grabbing what appeared to be a ratty old cloak and throwing it over themselves. And then… they disappeared?
"WHAT THE BLODDY HELL?" I yelled defiantly at the place they had disappeared. I heard a sharp intake of breathe. "Damn it Padfoot! I though you said it was empty!"
I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms. "I can hear you, you know."
There was a slight scuffling noise before the brunettes head poked out, in full puppy-dog-eye mode. "Um… please don't mention this to anyone, sweetheart." He said huskily, then smiled. "I'll make it worth your while." Was he trying to be seductive? I puffed up, furious currently being an understatement.
"Who the hell do you think you are?" I hissed, standing up and bringing my arm back to slap the stupid look of his arrogant face when the compartment door opened again. Oh come on!
This time a blonde walked in; another Marauder. Remus, I think. He had already started speaking before he noticed that there was a floating head, and I was about to slap it. "Um… hello." He said, looking faintly embarrassed.
"Padfoot, what did you do now?" Sirius started to speak when there was girlish laughter floating down into the room. "Oh right." Remus sat down and started reading a potions book, whilst the head of the ignorant prat disappeared. I scowled and sat down, hating the confused feeling at the moment.
It seemed to be right on time, the compartment door was thrown open again, by a group of 3 Ravenclaws, a year below me. "Have you seen Sirius?" One of them asked, before zeroing in on me and squeaking. "Um…sorry!" She backed out and the other followed. Well… that helped my already hurt pride.
Remus waited a minute before saying something. "They're gone." The cloak was thrown off, and the bodies of the two clowns appeared. Sirius looked at me, slightly miffed, as his raven-haired friend just stared at me in awe.
"How'd you do that?" I grabbed my wand and sarcastically replied, "Magic! Now get lost!" I hissed at them, the words forcing themselves out of my mouth. I saw a slightly hurt expression of the raven's face, but I thoroughly enjoyed the incredulous look on the womanizer's face. "Um… sure." They collected there few possessions and left minutes later. Remus was the left to leave.
Once the door closed, I slumped forward, head it my hands. I did it again… I always do. "Stupid…" I chastised myself quietly. I ran a hand through my hair, before hearing a small sound. I whipped my head up, only to see Remus standing in the doorway, embarrassed. I felt my face getting red. I knew he had seen my vulnerable display. Oh no oh no…. The blonde, noticing my deer in the headlights expression, looked down.
"Sorry… I forgot my book…." He reached down and grabbed it. "I'm Remus by the way… Gryffindor."
I forced a smile on my face. "Echolynne… Gryffindor." He seemed startled. "Well… goodbye." Then he was gone.
In that moment I had never felt so alone, once the sandy-haired boy left. So completely and utterly alone.
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"Echo….Echolynne… YO!" Came from beside me. I flinched, before noticing it was just Aimee. I relaxed slightly, before meeting her hazel eyes with my blue ones. "Hey." She stuck her tongue out at me a bit and I couldn't help but smile slightly at her childishness.
"Sooooo Miss Violence, heard you scared off some fangirls and got caught with non-other than Remus Lupin himself!" She chimed excited, her bronze curls bouncing. I sighed and flicked her arm.
"The stupid Marauders hid in my compartment from the fan club. That's all that happened!"
The blonde snorted, obviously not believing me. "Then explain to me why said guy in question couldn't keep his eyes off you the whole feast?"
What? I looked across the table and met a pair of curious eyes. Thinking her would look away the moment I caught him staring, I was surprised when he didn't. Wait… was he analyzing me? Like some potion? I was about to scowl at him when I saw the expression on his face. He seemed… sad? Not having known him, I couldn't quite understand his expression. It was better than pity at least.
I was the first to look away, and that was only when Aimee started babbling about her newest obsession, a Hufflepuff by the name of Edward or Edmund or something. I wasn't truly listening. Yes, it was nice to have one person who didn't flinch every time they saw me, but for god's sake the girl wouldn't shut up.
"…And then if you got together with him we could double date! Oh how romantic would that be?" She went on. I blinked at her rapidly. "Him who?" She giggled and poked me.
"Remus!" I mentally growled, but just decided to ignore her. Honestly I felt bad for Aimee, she was as much of an outcast as me, and merely because of her red birthmark that covered the whole left side of her face. She was a sweet girl, and she didn't deserve the way she was treated. I thought back on the day we met.
** Flashback **
"Tomato-face!" Cackled the Slytherin. "Ugly duckling!" Quivering in the corner was a small second year with copper curls. She looked younger then I knew her to be, due to her small petite figure. Her body was rocked with cries as she tried to escape her perputrators.
Furious, and even though I was only 5'0 feet tall, I ran up and before the Slytherin could turn her wand on me I had pounced on her, hitting, scratching, and biting anything I could get to. "Leave (hit) her (scratch) ALONE! (kick) By the time I was finished, the Slytherin girl had been rushed to the hospital wing with two broken fingers, a cracked rib, and a split lip.
After being chewed out by a furious Professor McGonagall, the small girl approached me. She looked at me without an ounce of fear and smiled widely. "Thank you!"
From that moment on, I had made a friend.
** End Flashback **
I was brought out of my reverie by the Headboy leading us to the common room. After he uttered the password, "Fortiter," I was greeted by the familiar and comforting site of the red and gold-clad room. I followed Aimee up the staircase and after everyone changed into nightgowns, within the hour, they were asleep. Except for me.
Glancing up at the crescent moon, I couldn't help but think about none-other than Remus Lupin. With his shabby robes, kind eyes, and many scars, he seemed almost week. Pitiful. But the look he gave me told me there was more to him then I would ever know.
Little did I know how right I was.