Enduring Darkness
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, or any of its characters…
A/N: This fic is AU… so don't come up to me and go 'oh that never happens' cause I know it doesn't. This is a fanfic, not a copy of the real thing. (Sorry if that sounded harsh and rude, I've just had some people email me it before so yeah.)
ONE -×- A Taste of Pain
She sat there, in her dark and lonely corner… waiting… waiting for someone who never came…
She sat there, with tears that were glistening as they rolled down her cheeks. She sat there, with her head in her knees, thinking… wondering how she could have been so dumb to trust him. His eyes had been so hypnotizing… she just has to be the one to fall for them. Why? Why couldn't it have been someone else? How could she have been so dumb?
She'd believed him. Every single word he'd said to her ever since their first year. All those compliments, all that sweet-talk…all were lies… How could she have not seen that it would end like this? Time after time he'd broken her heart, but they always ended back together…but not this time. This time, he'd gone over the edge… way over the edge.
This was their seventh year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. They'd survived six years of ups and downs.
A fresh batch of tears welled up in her once bright and beautiful eyes. Now they were sad, empty and almost… dead. She'd lost the love of her life, except he obviously didn't think she deserved him. How dare he call her a slut? How dare he insult her and torment her so badly in front of everyone else. If that was about pride, then he should deflate his head, in fact, she'd be glad to do it for him, and probably would have done if she weren't too kind, sweet, caring and gentle.
She wouldn't hurt a fly, even if it landed in her food, she probably would have given it all to the fly. She was picked on by girls for being his girlfriend, but respected also, for her kindness and smarts. She was the top of her class in every class. He was right behind her, if he'd studied, he may even be the same as her, but he never bothered. He was too enraptured in his maraudering and being the 'world's biggest prick' as some would call him.
He was the leader of the infamous Marauders, who loved playing pranks, in fact, they'd play a prank on anyone they met (but this didn't include her), not caring how much trouble they got into. Actually, they were pretty proud of their detentions and point deductions. It was a wonder they got into Gryffindor at all with all the mischief they got up to, but none the less, they were brave, and noble, and clever (well, all except one) as a Gryffindor should be. He had midnight black hair and gorgeous brown eyes the made every girl drool, but he never looked at any other girl twice, for he had her. He had best friends, who were also her friends. There were four of them, in the marauders. They'd nicknamed themselves Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs. He was Prongs, who was also captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team. He was the most handsome guy at Hogwarts, and it went without saying, that he was also the most popular guy at Hogwarts. Padfoot a close second, but he never stuck with any girl for longer than a day or two, three depending on how pretty they were. Padfoot was the guy for a one night stand then dump the girl the day after that. None of Prong's friends would have thought he would be the kind of guy to settle with a girl, but he did. With her. For six years. Until someone intervened and try to win him. That someone did anything and everything in her power to break those two up, to make them hate each other, and last week, it worked.
She, on the other hand, was quiet and sort of shy. She had red hair down just below her shoulders and those emerald eyes gleamed like pearls in the sunlight. She was beautiful, he was gorgeous. They both had the brains, the looks, and the sense of humour. They were perfect for each other. They knew it, everyone else knew it, sure there were a lot of heartbroken girls, but they got over it after a week or two, and soon got used to the fact that they'd never get Mr. Quidditch-Captain-Leader-of-the-Marauders. She had best friends too. Two, in fact. Arabella Figg and Melissa Laine. (Yeah, I'm using the same ones as my other fic… if I don't it'll confuse me) They'd stuck by her through thick and thin, through the best times and the worst. But where were they now? No where near her. They'd believed that she committed a crime that she never did. They believed it, all because of one girl. The girl that wouldn't give him up to her so easily. The girl was Jasmine Brown. The true slut. She'd framed her. Framed the poor girl in the corner. The poor unwanted girl. Lily Evans. She'd done nothing wrong yet she was accused of so many things. The pain bore down on her. She felt like she was going to die, but her brain wouldn't let her. She can't give life up. If she did, then she'd have lost. She'd have played right along with Jasmine. She'd have done everything Jasmine would have wanted her to. To give up him. James…
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A/N: Okies, first chapter done. Brill? Good? Okay? Bad? Utter Rubbish? Let me know please!
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