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The Five Marauders, Year Five
Chapter 11
Heads turned as I walked proudly to the part of the Gryffindor table where my friends were sat. Boys stared and girls gossiped, but I paid them no mind. By the time I was sat between James and Remus and opposite Sirius, who had his arm around girlfriend, I had most eyes on me. Including the eyes of my friends.
"Woah. Jay. Is that you?" Remus asked, looking slightly bewildered.
"Yeah," I smirked, "I woke up this morning and thought, 'wow, Jamie, you haven't changed at all all your life. It's 'bout time you change'. What do you think?"
"I think you look amazing," James said, and though I was glad, I was wishing it was Sirius who said that.
"Agreed," Said Remus.
"Totally," Peter said, still looking at me with wide eyes.
The guys looked at Sirius expectantly, and I faced him as well. He wasn't even looking at me!
"Sirius, what do you think?" I asked.
"You look alright," He said offhandedly and went back to stroking Cristina's arm lovingly.
"Well I think you look wonderful, Jamie," Cristina said honestly, and I smiled at the older girl.
"Thank you."
I grabbed an apple from the fruit tray nearby, and bit in, satisfying the hunger I almost didn't feel anymore.
"Jay, you do realise the whole school is staring at you," James whispered into my ear.
"Let them stare," I whispered back, "It's not every day they see me dressed like that. And anyway, they'll get used to it soon."
The late arrival of owls broke off our conversation, and I was quite surprised to see I received mail for once. It was delivered by an owl I recognised, but just couldn't place. I knew it was someone I have exchanged some letters with in the past, but couldn't for the life of me remember who. The envelope wasn't very helpful either, for all it said was Jamie in a somewhat familiar, neat handwriting.
"Who's it from?" Remus asked.
"No idea," I replied, and was about to open the letter when James stopped me.
"Check it in Charms," He said, "We've only got about three minutes to get to lessons."
I nodded my head and stuck the letter into my robe pocket as I slung my bag over my shoulder and followed three of four male marauders out of the hall, trying my hardest to ignore Sirius pressing Cristina against a wall and kissing her like his life depended on it.
I've mastered the silencing charm within the first five minutes of the lesson, so while Professor Filtwick looked for some more challenging charms I should have a go at, I removed the letter from my pocket and read it under the desk.
Jamie,
It's been a while since we've talked last, and I'm very sure you won't want to speak to me. But Jamie, Jay, Please don't stop reading until the end, even if by now you know who I am. I know what I did in your third-year was unacceptable, and I really do regret it. As for Johnson, I never liked her as much as you. I was an idiot, but I promise to you that I've changed for the better. In all honesty, I was falling in love with you all those years ago.
I miss you Jay. I want to see you again. You've changed so much and you're so much more beautiful. I know I probably scared you in Diagon Alley at the beginning of the year, but I just wanted to touch you again. And you know how I am, I couldn't help myself from annoying Black somewhat. Some things never change.
I heard you that day, you know. "I knew the sorting hat had a reason behind wanting to put me there." It was probably an accident, but hearing you say that again brought all the old feelings back. You're almost 16 now. I'm 17. It's not as bad as it was when you were in third year and I was in my fifth. I want to meet you again. Please say you'll see me.
I miss you Jay,
Tony.
"You've got to be joking," I muttered, reading over the letter over and over again.
"What's up?" James asked from beside me.
Reluctantly, I handed him the letter. He read over it, and with every line his frown deepened.
"Don't reply," He said finally, "Don't reply. Don't see him. Burn all his letters. Forget he ever wrote to you."
I didn't even ask why, but simply nodded my head.
I did write back after all.
I know I shouldn't, but for some reason I believed him. I was almost sure he was lying, yet somewhere deep inside I found myself wishing his words were true. I wanted to find out if they were true.
I sent him a letter saying I'm not going to meet him, because I don't trust him.
He sent me a letter saying he wouldn't trust himself either.
I sent him a letter saying I don't know if he's telling the truth.
He sent me a letter promising he is.
And so on.
For a whole week, we exchanged at least five letters daily, and soon I found myself looking forward to reading his letters which I realised were amusing and sarcastic: just how I liked. The guys didn't realise I suddenly I had a pen friend, since I managed to keep all my letters hidden and never wrote or read letters near them.
It was after a week that he asked me to meet him again, and for some odd reason, I agreed. I decided to bunk on Tuesday, and sneak out to Hogsmeade like he asked. I knew I was stupid for sneaking out without telling anyone where I was going, but something was pulling me to him. I wanted to see him, even though he hurt me so badly in the past, and I knew if I told anyone who I was meeting, they'd do everything in their power to stop me.
So on Tuesday, once all the girls left for breakfast, I jumped out of bed and took out the clothes I planned to wear yesterday. It was looking to be a warm spring day outside, so I was glad I picked a blue jeans skirt, a khaki themed vest and gold sandals. I put my hair in a high ponytail, and deemed myself presentable, but not before I put on slight makeup. Before leaving the dorm, I reached under James' pillow and pulled out the cloak of invisibility, hoping he wouldn't mind. Or find out, rather.
I threw on the cloak before leaving the dorm and common room.
