Prongs and I have figured a fantastic prank. LeStrange has been leaning against the same tree, reading the same book since I spoke to her this morning. We have attracted almost all of Gryffindor house to the Black lake under a disillusionment charm. We will reveal ourselves at the right moment. My house and I trudge across the grounds, and soon come across LeStrange. She looks peaceful and calm on this summer's day, a few strands of raven black hair floating across her forehead. Her rosy pink lips mutter the words to herself quietly. If this was any other occasion, I'd say she looked beautiful, but I know she's not this perfect on the inside, so I signal for the rest of Gryffindor to wait behind me, as I sneak up right in front of her. I decide to add to the joke, and put on the voice of her boyfriend, Avery.

"All right, sweetheart? Saw you with that filth Evans this morning" I say gruffly. Her response is unexpected. She curls up into a ball; she keeps murmuring the same thing,

"Please not today, Emmet, I said I didn't want to talk, please, no!" this is slightly disconcerting, but I manage an awkward laugh before firing a spell at her,

"Petrificus Totalus!" I cast. I feel slightly ungentle manly, as she is sitting on her wand, and so cannot retaliate. I reveal myself, and she sucks in a breath, surprisingly looking relieved, that is, until I say my intentions.

"As you said before, I don't know the first thing about you, so why don't we dig a little... Deeper?" I turn to the crowd,

"Who wants to see LeStrange a little more scantily clad?" The crowd cheers, or rather, my adoring fan girls.

"Levicorpus," she rises into the air, in a spread-eagled position. Her eyes widen, anticipating my next move. They dart around the area, silently begging me to stop.

"Winkamnius!" I cry, still facing the crowd. This time, they don't cheer. The girls have their hands over their mouths in shock, and I turn back to LeStrange, wondering how she ruined my perfect prank, then I see it: over all the bare skin that is not covered by the bikini I replaced her clothes for is covered by scabs, bruises, raw cuts; Even her face which has been robbed of any make up reveals multiple scratch marks. We have been at Hogwarts for 3 and ½ weeks so these sore cuts must have been made by a student or teacher at the school. I cannot take my eyes away from her abused body, but I cannot do anything else either, I would wish to comfort her, as I see shameful tears coursing down her porcelain skin. My mouth is agape. She did say that I knew nothing about her, and she was right. And she spoke of an obsessive family- right again. My Father sometimes slapped my face, but LeStrange- Genevieve has obviously been through so much. She begged Avery-me not to do 'it' today, do what? Beat her? The great Sirius Black has broken down. I thought Hogwarts was a safe place for everyone, but I was wrong. I was wrong about everything, especially Genevieve.

A light figure makes her way towards the scene of weeping that I behold. Lily.

"Liberacorpus," she whispers," Finite Incantatem. Come, Genevieve, let's get out of here." I watch her receding figure heading back to the castle, and sit on the ground with my head in my hands. How did I manage to screw everything up so quickly?

Genevieve POV

I sob loudly as Lily leads me up a few switching staircases to what I presume is the Gryffindor common room. She tells Wisteria the common room password, and to come back later. Inside the common room there are no books, just a roaring fire and some tatty armchairs, but it's nice. We continue up a few flights of spiral stairs to her dormitory. I can tell by the way Lily walks that she feels of the utmost comfort here, whether or not it frequently houses Black and Potter also. Black and Potter. What can I say about them? Potter, I think can accept less responsibility, as he was obviously blinded by trying to protect Lily, and to be honest, I would probably do the same if I was in love with someone. Also he didn't orchestrate the whole thing, which I would say is a pretty heavy lot of consequences. The second thing I realise about Gryffindor tower is that nearly all of Gryffindor itself took time to revel in my suffering, mainly because they either A) wanted to snog the marauder's faces off, or B) wanted to get in with the marauder's gang. The disturbing thing was that neither of those reasons had a specific gender divide. Thinking about it now, I am feeling more and more uncomfortable as I realise that in about ten minutes, three things will happen. They are: firstly, the whole of Gryffindor house (especially Lily's dorm mates: Alice, Marlene and Mary) will come into the common room and shoot me pitying looks, whilst whispering about how terrible my life is etc, etc. Second, James Potter will go to near enough the brink of death trying to convince Lily that he didn't mean to hurt me, and that it was to protect her (probably ending with her sending him a bat bogey hex) and thirdly, Remus Lupin, a studious and kindly marauder who I actually like because of our frequent meetings at the library, will be sent up here unwillingly to try and convince me that the rest of the conspirers didn't know why I was so mean to lily, even though he will be clearing up a mess his so-called friends made, while he was studying for the History of Magic Exam next Wednesday.

I am right, and in the correct order. Marlene, Alice and Mary walk in within a minute of each other, each uttering small 'oh's, eyes widening and backing out the room quickly when they see me. Potter manages to hover outside the long window of the dorm and begs for Lily to open it so he can come in. Lily Refuses, and said that given the opportunity, she would push him off his broom, 150 metres up, and into the Black lake where the giant squid can eat him. Thirdly, Remus uses his prefect pass to get past the male preventing charm up the girl's stairs, and comes into the room. He sighs and sits on Lily's bed next to me. I know Lily isn't overjoyed, but she trusts Remus too, and allows him unwittingly to stay.

"You don't need to apologise, Remus," I say, "but you are very welcome to stay. I don't you should try to take the guilt off Black, after all, it is always you who clears up his mess." He chuckles, murmuring something like 'should've known you'd guess' and shuffles closer to me.

"Well, you're right about Sirius wanting me to apologise on his behalf, but that's not why I came here." He says. I raise an eyebrow.

"Well maybe that is partly, but I kind of wanted to check you were ok? I've had my fair share of scars-"He claps his hand over his mouth. I frown.

"I know you are a werewolf, Rem," I say, and his face drains of colour," I've been suspicious for ages. My parent said to stay away from you, but I secretly don't care," I whisper," For 29/30ths of the time, you're a lovely guy. Statistically, the good side far outbalances any bad things." He smiles weakly.

"My turn then. Why do you always abide by your list?" he asks, and my body goes rigid.

"Because they are generous and allowed me to live," I whisper, shocked and shamed he has seen it.

"No, Evie," He says while I shake my head, "Genevieve." He says more sternly, "That was your automated response programmed from your parents. Why?" Defeated, I let out a small whisper,

"Because otherwise, they won't."

And for the first time, I willingly show someone my scars.