Disclaimer: I am not JKR, which means that I do not own Harry Potter. As this story uses Harry Potter Characters, I do not own them either. I do, however, own the idea to this story, just like anyone else who has had the same.
This story alludes to things that happened in another one I wrote, "Dolores' brother". If you want, read it as well.
Lores had never liked the Marauders.
They were mean. Mean with a capital M.
They teased her, shoved her down the stairs, played pranks on her.
They were fifth years, of course, which helped, because when she was a fourth year, they'd be gone, and they didn't make any differences between the Slytherin firsties, which helped as well, but still, she hated them.
Sometimes she wondered whether they even knew her name or that of any Slytherin Firstie. They mainly bullied them because they were Slytherin, after all.
It took her a year to get some dirt on them, that... that Lupin was a werewolf.
Just like the monster who had killed Will.
She went to the Headmaster, wanting, expecting, hoping Lupin to be expelled. He was a werewolf, for Merlin's sake, a dirty, murdering halfbreed.
Instead, she got threatened with expulsion herself if she breathed a word of this to anyone.
She looked into Hea... No, she wouldn't give him this much of respect... Dumbledore's twinkling eyes, and she felt hate rise up in her. She'd do anything to make his life miserable.
Eye-twinkling, Gryffindor-loving fool.
She would find a way to get him, just you wait.