Violent Delights

Summary: Wizards and Witches? Yeah right, I hadn't believed in fairy tales since I was 8 years old. So why have I suddenly found myself a part of something much bigger than my own problems? Sirius/OC, Post Hogwarts Marauder-Era

WARNING: This story is definitely rated M for STRONG violence, STRONG language, and STRONG Sexual content. Most will not come until later in the story, but please…no younger readers.

Disclaimer: I own no one except Mary. And I shall not be held responsible for her effect on JKR's characters ^_~

Chapter One:Down the Drain Pipe, Of Course

I threw my new Prada bag into the nearest closet, rolling my eyes at the loud bang it made. I retrieved a smaller non-name brand backpack from beneath by bed. It was already filled with my real essentials. Make up my parents wouldn't approve of and clothes that barely covered my arse.

"Mary, could you please help-" My cousin, Michelle stood at the door of our overly decorated room. She had stopped herself short when she noticed the bag. She knew exactly what it meant, and her bottom lip stuck out in response.

"Oh suck it," I hissed, "Your pouts never make me stay so why keep trying?"

She walked fully into the room and shut the door behind her, "Then take me with you." Her eyes filled with such hope, it made her actually look eleven despite the urgency for here to grow up around here. I chuckled at the thought of those eleven year old eyes in the places I would be visiting tonight.

"The Lord and Lady wouldn't dream of it." I ruffled her hair as she pulled her face into one that couldn't represent anything other than disgust.

"I'll tell on you if you don't take me." Her eyes held determination, and I had to admire her for it. I shoved so more useful objects into my small bag before pausing to look her in the eye. Like her parents would even give her the time of day.

"Then maybe I won't come back at all." I challenged throwing my backpack over my shoulder.

Her face dropped and tears formed at her eyes, "No! You absolutely can't leave me here with them. I will die of pure boredom if nothing else."

I smirked giving her a small pat on the shoulder, "Don't worry, love. I'll be back before sunrise. You know the drill."

She huffed climbing into her bed, "If anyone ask you're taking a long bath to soak away your sorrows of this God forsaken wretched place." She quoted like pro, well all except for the annoyance in her tone.

"Brilliant." I pulled the covers over her body and gave her a short kiss on the cheek, "Sweet dreams, angel." Before she could drift asleep, I was down the bloody pipeline of the huge brick town house.

"Oy! Hannah!" I yelled loudly banging on her front door not really caring what neighbor I woke up. Let them challenge me tonight; I was on a high I couldn't explain.

"What in the bloody hell?" I heard her through the door as I banged louder, "Keep your fucking bridges on. I'm opening the door." The door swung open revealing an annoyed Hannah. Her eyes instantly lightened when she saw it was me, "Mary!" She squealed, hugging my neck. Clearly she had started cocktail hour a little early and without me.

"I'm so glad you came." She pulled me out of the freezing cold London night and into her nice warm apartment. This was the first time I had seen the inside of Hannah's apartment. It was very homely, decorated with pictures of her and her boyfriend, Paul. Paul was actually how I had met Hannah. Paul was a very handsy guy who I had met my first night sneaking out. When I had refused his charms, Hannah had welcomed me in their group right away. We've been clubbing together ever since.

I started to take my jacket off, but Hannah stopped me, "Oh! Don't do that. We'll be leaving shortly, I swear. Paul!' She screamed his name, but received no response. "Friggin hell, he takes longer than a bloody lass to get ready, I swear it." I smiled pulling on my scarf. It was very toasty in here. "Lindsey is walking up the block now, and the rest of the gang are meeting us there."

She informed me opening a closet door next to her and pulling out her own jacket, "Paul! I fucking bloody swear. If you don't get your smart sexy ass down here, I'll…"

She was cut off by his voice, "You'll what? Do me until I die?"

I blush adorned my cheeks. Hannah and Paul were a little rough around the edges, but the fact that they were so free to act any way they please was what drew me to them. While, I was forced my over stuffed Uncle to act like a decent lady, one any gentlemen would love to marry and take off his hands. I bite my bottom lip. Hannah gave me a curt smile, "I better go get him. Be back, darling."

She skipped three steps at a time until she was up at the top. I set on the bottom step, holding my backpack in my lap. Not that I could fully blame my Uncle, after my father died, and my mother went off the deep end, I was practically forced into his hands. Still, he didn't have to be such a pig headed arse all the time. Even his own daughter couldn't stand him.

I smiled thinking of Michelle. She was probably already sound asleep. Hell, who was I kidding she was probably waiting at the window for me. Already thinking of questions to ask me about my adventures, as she called them. I rolled my eyes. The door bell went off causing me to nearly jump out of my skin.

"Mary, be a dear, and answer that, will ya?" Hannah asked before breaking out into a fit of giggles and squeals. I rolled my eyes. Her and Paul were rather sickening some times. I peeked out the side window, a bundled up Lindsey gave me a small wave. I open the door for her.

"Hiya, Mary," She bounced a brown paper sack in her hands. I shut the door behind her and she pulled out a bottle of rum and two paper cups. Hannah squealed again from up above as Lindsey pushed one of the cups into my hand, "Might as well have a drink for the road," Paul growled and Hannah was giggling once again. Lindsey wrinkled her nose, "Or for the wait." I took a sip of the bitter liquid. It was actually cold from the weather outside. Lindsey peeked out the window, "Those two better hurry up, or we'll be snowed in! It has already began to fall."

"Who two? Us two?" Hannah laughed from behind us as Paul wrapped his big arms around her waist, "Well, we're here! Let's go!"

"So, where exactly are we going? That we couldn't meet at our usual pub?" I asked throwing my backpack once again over my shoulder.

Paul gave me a wicked smirk and pinched Hannah's bum, "Why don't you lasses tell her? Yes, fill her in on your fucking ridiculous idea."

Lindsey scowled at him, "It's not ridiculous," She gave me a tight grin, "It especially won't be ridiculous when I am getting laid by a friggin wizard tonight."

"Yeah," Paul agreed, "Maybe if we're all lucky, he'll pull that wand out of your arse." Hannah socked him in the arm. I downed the rest of my rum and handed Lindsey the empty cup to refill again, "Wizard? You mean, as in magic?"

Lindsey nodded opening the front door and motioning us to follow her, "My coworker, Fatsy Patsy as I call her, swears up and down on her grandmother's grave that real life wizards go to the pub." She smiled smugly, "And I am going to get me one."

I frowned as we walked down the street in a direction I had never been before, "Why do you want a wizard? He'd still be an egoistic bastard of a man."

"I resent that," Paul kicked some of the already fallen snow onto my shoe, and I stuck my tongue out at him in return.

"True," Lindsey agreed, "But he must know some sort of magic to make his dick grow." Hannah squealed a shoved her, "You little pervert!"

We giggled and horsed around until we arrived at our destination. We all stood outside looking up at the corner building. "The Three Broomsticks," I read out loud, "Sounds…magical..?"

"Sounds like a house cleaning service," Paul commented causing me to snort and hit his arm.

"Well let's not just all stand out here," Hannah pulled on Paul's arm possessively, "Let's go in, baby. Maybe they can give us some type of magic for tonight" She giggled.

Paul obediently followed her in, "As if our love making needs any more magic."

When I walked in I immediately noticed it didn't look like our usual pubs. In fact it looked rather dull. There was no flashing lights or loud raving music, no cocktail waitresses walking around in half a dress, no sleazy guys asking you out every time you turned around. We immediately felt out of place.

"Nice going, Lindsey," Paul took his arms off Hannah as most of the regulars turned to stare at us.

"What a downer." Hannah mumbled.

"Come guys," Lindsey urged, "This place could still be nice," She walked towards the back room.

"Yeah, a nice place to read," I mumbled to Hannah as we followed her to the back room where the rest of our gang where waiting.

A round of cheers went about as we walked in. "Paul!" Brandon Bridgeman held up his pint of beer, "Is this place wicked or what?" He stumbled over to us, "Get this." He pointed to his mug, "They call this butterbeer. Absolutely wicked. And fire whiskey!" He stumbled over to us, "Don't even get me started on fire whiskey."

I shrugged; maybe we just had to give this place a chance. I started to take my jacket off; Brandon stumbled over to help me. "Mary, baby. It's a pleasure to see you." I rolled my eyes, but he couldn't tell since my back was turned to him. He put my jacket down on a chair next to his, "Sit with me," I settled in the chair despite the gnawing feeling in my gut. Our group took up three tables in this tiny pub.

Despite the big crowd of regulars up front, this back room was rather empty. In the distant corner I noticed a group of four boys sitting together, a beer in each of their hands. Something about them seemed different than the rest of us. They were scowling and talking in hushed voices. It immediately entered my head that they might be the wizards that Lindsey was talking about, but I was quick to dismiss that idea.

Wizards! What was I thinking? But for some reason I couldn't help but glancing over there every five seconds. Especially at the tall, dark and handsome one, who would occasionally whisper something to his friends then smirk at their reaction. It was as if my eyes were glued to him.

"Why don't you go play with him?" I turned my head towards Lindsey, who was sitting across from me. I glanced back at the young man, his crew was laughing loudly at something one of them said.

"I don't want to lead him on," I took a swig of the drink someone had placed in front of me.

Hannah snorted, "It's just a game, dear. Trust me, he knows how to play."

Brandon snaked his arm around my shoulders and hiccupped in my face, "Don't listen to them, Mary-quite contrary. You're mine."

I rolled my eyes shoving his arm off. I gave Hannah and Lindsey a playful smirk, "Fine. I'll do it."

I felt as if the entire gang was watching me walk towards the four men. Despite the fact that most of them hadn't even heard our conversation to begin with, but my nerves were up. I paused to adjust my low cut shirt and stand up just a little straighter to where things were sticking out in all the right places. As I approached the boys, their conversation came to stand still; one with messy hair elbowed the handsome one, who locked eyes with me.

I smirked at him, "Anyone here care to buy me a drink?"

The messy haired boy ran his fingers through his hair before putting on a dashing grin, "I think I have a few coins to spare."

"James," A boy in the corner warned, "Think of Lily."

I frowned at him. Who the bloody hell was Lily? And why was she affecting my game even if she wasn't here? I continue to work my charms on the untidy boy.

"I'm just thirsty." I cooed. They group of men shifted awkwardly.

"Relax, Remy, Lily is my home, and I'm not going on vacation any time soon, but that doesn't mean I am so much of a pig that I would let such a beautifully woman go thirsty." He kicked the chunky boy across from him, "Peter, go get her a drink."

The boy was gone before I specify what I wanted. The one called James motioned to the seat Peter had been sitting in, "Have a seat."

I sat down slowly making sure to point my arse in their direction and crossed my legs. I turned to the boy next to me, purposely avoiding the handsome one's gaze. Severs him right, I thought, he should have been the one coming to me. "Remy, is it?" I asked grabbing the cherry out of his drink and putting the whole thing, stem and all, in my mouth. "Remus, actually. And I was just about to eat that." I pulled the cherry stem, which I had tied in a knot with my tongue, out of my mouth. I placed it on the table next to him.

"I owe you one." The boy stared at the cherry stem, but didn't say a word. I wasn't sure if he liked it or not. Trying to hide my nerves, I turned to the drink that was just placed in front of me.

"Fire whiskey." Peter mumbled clearly noticing I had taken his spot at the table. I bite my lip as he pulled up another chair on the end of the booth. I wasn't starting out too popular with half of the group. I turned back to the half I knew I still had a chance with.

The messy haired boy was grinning at me, "Watch out," He taunted, "It burns." The glint in his eyes dared me, whether he knew it or not. I grabbed the glass and downed the whole thing. I immediately started choking.

"Man," I said between coughs, "You weren't lying." I felt esophagus was lit on fire. I finally glanced at the handsome boy sitting diagonally to me. He wore an amused look. I couldn't help but grin at him, even if I had just made a fool of myself. "And you are?"

"Sirius." He grabbed my left hand and brought it to his lips, "It's a pleasure." Cliché, I thought to myself, but smooth.

"Well," I shook the ice around in my glass, "Isn't anyone going to ask me my name?"

Sirius smirked, "You mean it isn't Angel de Heaven?" He said it with a French accent and I couldn't help but smile.

"Surprisingly, no. It's Mary. Mary Havilland. And if anything, it would be Angel de Hell, no?" The boy scoffed, "You don't look so tough to me." I took a sip of the melting ice. It made the bit of fire whiskey taste much better.

"Believe me; I can hold my own in more ways than one."

"Like, in bed?" His forwardness caught me off guard and spat the drink back into my cup, coughing once again. The smirk he wore taunted victory all over my head. I licked my lips, deciding not to let him get the best of me, "I'm sure, you would like to know."

His eyebrows rose, "I'm sure, I will. Your bed or mine?" His confidence through me off my guard again.

"Hold it there, bloke. I said I could hold my own, not that I was easy." I held his gaze long and hard.

If Remus hadn't tapped me on the shoulder, I wasn't sure if either of us would have ever broken apart. "I think your friends want your attention." I glanced over my left shoulder and sure enough, Hannah and Lindsey were motioning to me.

"Excuse," I mumbled walking towards them.

"Come on, we're leaving." Hannah shoved my coat into my arms. I looked over at the boys had just spent the last ten minutes with. Three of them had resumed their normal conversation, but one in particular was watching me closely.

Hannah was fixing her scarf, "This place blows."

I bite my bottom lip, "I'm staying." My decision left my mouth before I could fully decide on it.

Lindsey looked at me shocked, "But Mary," She glanced behind me, and I knew she was looking at them, "You only just met them."

I shrugged, "You're the one telling me to play."

She tugged on my sleeve, "Yeah, and play time is over. Let's go." I wasn't sure if it was the alcohol or the high I had been on all day, but I pulled my arm away from her rather roughly.

"I'm staying." I said again. Lindsey was about to protest again when Hannah held up her hand,

"Leave the bitch. Let's get out of here."

I rolled my eyes at her "insult" but watched them walk away from me. Lindsey gave me one last pleading look before following Hannah. I waltzed back to the corner booth only to notice that three of the boys were missing. Remus was the only one remaining.

"Bathroom." He explained as I sat back down. I nodded taking the last few sips of my fire whiskey. "Your friends left without you?" He asked motioning to the large table that was now empty.

I shrugged it off, "I'm a big girl."

We sat in silence for the next few minutes and I was beginning to wonder if the party had died, and I would have been better off leaving with Hannah and Lindsey. Remus continued to glance into his drink, clearly making having no attentions of having an actual conversation with me. I stood up and cleared my throat.

"Bathroom." I mocked his earlier statement. The way I stood up quickly put a spin on the room around me. I was definitely feeling the after effects of that whiskey and rum. I walked slowly grabbing a hold of every chair on the way.

I somehow managed to find two doors, I assumed to be that bathrooms. If I could have only made out which was which. Shrugging it off I choose the right one. Right when I walked into the room I was met with a sobering surprise.

In the left corner, next to a urinal two boys stood holding a rat. They were caught off guard by my presents and the rat escaped their hands. I screamed as it ran right towards me, but before it reached me, I watched as it transformed from a rat to the boy I had been sitting with just moments ago.

"Holy shit! It's true!" I screamed as the messy haired boy pulled out a long stick and mumbled something. The last thing I remembered before I faded completely into darkness is Sirius smacking James on the back of the head.

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