A/N 1: I OWN NOTHING.
A/N 2: This is NOT a Sirius/Remus story; this IS a Sirius/OC/Remus story. If you are looking for a Sirius/Remus story then I'm sorry for wasting your time but this isn't the story for you. However if you're looking for a story that will hopefully touch your heart and influence a hope for better tomorrows then please keep reading.
A/N 3: I would like to thank my beta Leanne for all your help with this story and for getting it back it me so quickly. Also I would like to thank Even Angle Forsake for all your help as well. You're both great, thank you. :)
Summary: Behind every great man there is a woman who helped make him that way. Behind the Marauders' there is one to help show them the way. This is the story of one girl who touched the hearts of four boys and helped them grow into men. Please read, and hopefully leave a review :)
CHAPTER 1 REDONE HOPE YOU ALL LIKE IT...THANKS A MILLION LEANNE
Chapter 1- The Truth
The steam billowed around her, as she stood on the platform of the train station, waiting to board the train – that would take her to her new life, at a new school, in a different world. Staring at the large train, she let her mind drift back six weeks, and thought about how she got to be here today.
She was sitting in her bedroom in Sleepy Hollow, New York at the boarding school that she had attended since she was five; her parents had stuck her in here as soon as she was old enough to go. The staff and teachers of Sleepy Hollow Magic School were more like her family than her own parents. Now they were here in her bedroom wanting to tell her something. These were the same parents that never wanted anything to do with her, the ones who always suggested that she stayed at school for all the holidays. If they thought they could get away with it they would have left her there for summer break too. As it was, when she did come home for the summer they would put her in classes from dawn untildusk. She took every music, art, dance, defence, and educational class her parents could get her into. She barely had time to sleep, let alone spend time with them - then again that was what they wanted. As one of New York City 's biggest fashion designers and stock traders, they simple didn't have the time to bother with the likes of a child. She wished that they would just say what they came to say and leave. She already knew that it wouldn't be good from the atmosphere that hung in the air, from the moment of their arrival. Not to mention that they wouldn't look at her – that was never a good sign. They were trying to hide something from her, they always did, yet it was always so obvious that there were things left unsaid. Her mother was very beautiful – She was 5'5 without the heels she couldn'tlive without, and almost 6 foot with them. She had shoulder length blonde wavy hair that always looked perfect. Her honey brown eyes always enticed men in and she had them wrapped around her little finger that included her father.
"You really should dust in here darling" said her mother looking around her daughter's room with a sour face.
The girl's room was very neat and tidy. Her white walls were decorated with posters of England and France. She had shelves that lined her walls filled with trophies she had won over the years. Her trophies were arranged chronologically by order of activity. The little girl's book case seemed to be overflowing with books. Her mother paused, drawing half a breath to wonder if she had actuallyread all them all. Her books were organized using the Dewey Decimal system. Next to the larger book case was a much smaller one that contained CDs, cassettes and even some records. Looking more closely she could see that they were organized by their genre. There were little tabs with the genre name on them to separate them. A large stereo sat on top. It looked like it played a variety of music. The whole room was perfect, right down to the bed – which was made up using very tasteful light blue silk sheets and a large comforter. It had a bunch of squares on, with colors arraying from black, brown, dark blue, light blue, and white. Her mother was stood near the desk and she could tell that her daughter had been studying before they arrived. Her books were stacked in one neat pile to the left and her notebooks were stacked in the same neat pile to the right. She was willing to bet that her notebooks were in the same order as the books.
"Yes mother" the little girl on the bed answered with a smile. "So what can I do for you and father? I'm sure you didn't make the trip all the way from the city just to tell me I need to dust."
With a scowl, her mother replied, "Watch your tongue, young lady."
The girl looked up at her mother and smiled a perfect smile at her "Yes mother"
Her mother just shook her head like she was trying to clear it "Well good…yes anyways like I was saying your father and I have something we need to tell you" Turning to her husband, she spoke, "Sweetheart?"
'Great she's so drunk she can't even remember why they're here.' the girl thought with a roll of her eyes that her mother didn't catch.
By all accounts, her father was very handsome. He had black hair that was graying around the ears, and brown eyes. He stood at about 6 foot with an athletic body. She guessed that she looked like him the most but just barely. Her father hadn't moved away from the window since he walked in.
He finally turned to the little girl on the bed. She looked so much like his sister at that age. They both had the same long black hair, and a tiny frame. They both have that same porcelain pale skin, but she didn't have his sister's warm eyes. This girl in front of his eyes scared him. Now he had to tell her the secret that he had been keeping from her since she was three. He rid his face and voice of all emotion and was careful not to look at her in the eyes but trained his gaze just above her right shoulder.
"Well, sweetie it's like this," he began. "As you know, your mother and I are from England?" The girl raised a perfect eyebrow but nodded, yes" Well you were born there too" Her father stopped for a moment and when it didn't seem like she going to say anything he continued "This might sound quite complicated to you, but I had a sister who was 3 years younger then me. She – my sister and her husband died 8 years ago this November. My sister was your mother and her husband was your father. After they died, it was my sister's wish that if anything happened; we were to raise you as our own until the age of 11."
She just sat there for a few minutes before replying in the same dead voice "That's not it is it? There's more – you wouldn't have driven all this way just to tell me that when I'm due home in a few weeks"
Looking at the floor her 'father' said" No it isn't. It was your real parents wish that when you turned 11 that you went to a different magical school. The school is in Scotland so we have set up a house for you in London, with some hired help. So if you have any problems with them you can fire them if you wish. Also your plane leaves on your last day here so that you have time it get everything set up. Do you have any question?" He glanced at her face. She had her head cocked to the side with a calm blank look on her face. He took a chance and looked at her eyes. They held so much sadness, he could see that. He sometimes wished that he could have done more for her. Could have been the father she needed, been the father heand his sister had grown up knowing. Why had he let his wife convince him that sending her here was the right thing to do? His sister would be so ashamed of him for the way he treated her daughter. She took her daughter's ability with grace and understanding, something he and his wife never could. It wasn't that he didn't want to love her, because he did. He just couldn't show her. She was too much like her mother – one look could cut you like a knife. That was before this one's eyes did those freaky things.
The girl finally shook her head and asked "I'm not coming home, am I?" He shook his head, no. She nodded in understanding "And you're not coming with me?
"
" No we're both too busy. Besides we've talked to all your teachers and your floor mother, and they all have said that you are very responsible and mature for your age."
She nodded her head again. "What am I to do once I get there?"
"Yes that reminds me." He opened his brief case and pulled out a big yellow envelope and tossed it on her bed. "This should tell everything you need to know. Where you will be living, when you have to be at the train station, how to get on the platform, the bank teller that will be handling your account, were you need to go to get your school things – all of it. If you do have any questions your maid and butler can answer them for you. Their names are Mr. and Mrs. Lockens. So if there's nothing else?" She shook her head no "Good – well then goodbye Charlie"
The girl looked towards her mother who already had her back to her and waved over her shoulder " Goodbye darling, have fun"
With that, the two people who she thought to be her parents walked out of her room talking about her without a backwards glances "Did you see her eyes?"
"See them? I watched them seem to change with every word you spoke."
The little girl got off her bed and shut her door. She then walked over to her mirror and looked at herself. Her long straight black hair, which flowed down to the bottom of her back, was pulled back into a neat ponytail. Her skin was as pale as snow. Her lips were cherry red and swollen from biting them so much before they got here. She was below average in height and the school doctor said there was a chance she would always be that way. He said she would be lucky if she reached 5'2". Her eyes were bright with unshed tears that she refused to let fall, because like her father always told her – or her uncle rather –crying shows weakness and she refused to be weak in front of anyone even herself. 'Oh but damn these mood ring eyes' She thought to herself 'Why do i have to have them? Heaven forbid, I ever wanted to hide my emotion. Out of all the powers I have this one isn't even useful. "She waved her hand behind her and the CD player turned on. Out of the speakers came Three Days Grace - Riot. The music blast threw her room at a volume that would have the floor mother beating on her door soon. She looked at her eyes – she could see the colors. The black – anger that they lied to her all these years, that they even bothered adopting her if they weren't going to love her. The dark blue indicated she was afraid or worried about living in a different country by herself, about going to a new school when she had only ever known Sleepy Hollow. The light blue signaled the calm; she had been living on her own for the most part, for almost all her life so that part she wasn't worried about. The light green – she was excited and happy that these cold and uncaring people were not her real parents. It means there is still hope for her. Also that she was finally going to see the country, which she had been dreaming about ever since she was little. The dark gray represented sadness, her depression about what could have been, the love she could have known from real parents who might have really loved her and cared about her, who wanted her around. The light gray was for the confusion about how they died, why they wanted her to go to this school, why they would have ever given her to them. The only colors her eyes didn't turn were pink – for love, which never turned that color when they were around, and red – when her magic and her temper reach that point of no return and she can't stop herself from destroying everything in her path. She shuddered; she had only ever done that once and she tried not to remember all the people she'd hurt. Instead she just took a deep breath and let the music wash over her.
If you feel so empty
So used up so let down
If you feel so angry
So ripped off so stepped on
You're not the only one
Refusing to back down
You're not the only one
So get up
Let's start a riot, a riot
Let's start a riot
Let's start a riot, a riot
Let's start a riot
If you feel so filthy
So dirty so fucked up
If you feel so walked on
So painful so pissed off
You're not the only one
Refusing to go down
You're not the only one
So get up
Let's start a riot, a riot
Let's start a riot
Let's start a riot, a riot
Let's start a riot
If you feel so empty
So used up, so let down
If you feel so angry
Just get up
Let's start a riot, a riot
Let's start a riot
Let's start a riot, a riot
Let's start a riot
Just as the music ended, there was a pounding on her door. 'Right on cue' she thought to herself before turning the music down. Taking one final look in the mirror she noted that her eyes were back to their normal dark brown. She would keep her emotions in check if it killed her.
That was two months ago. Since that day she had learned a lot of things about herself some good and some bad. Some she wishes she never knew. Some that scared her and some she would get rather not think about at all. Coming out of her daydream she noticed that the once almost empty platform was filling up fast, and a Scarlet steam engine was waiting on the rails. Without a second glance at what she was leaving behind, she stepped off Platform 9 3/4 and boarded the Hogwarts Express.