AN: I had to up the rating to accommodate this chapter. It's
tasteful, but fairly graphic and verbal at times. Review.
As more about James's complicated past unravels itself, Harry is beginning to learn more things about his late Godfather. But when he discovers too much about the Marauders, Harry's life is thrown into a fatal vortex. Voldemorte is back, he's already failed countless times in killing Harry, and he doesn't intend to fail again.
Between The Heavens, a Trial of Faith: Chapter 19, Bloody Maries
Jackie let her hair fall between her eyes as she walked slowly to her run down apartment. Her life matched her appearance, grim, shabby...poor. But around here, she mused, the word 'poor' was nothing to be ashamed of, it could describe everyone within a mile radius of where she stood.
"Hey, Revie!" A voice called across the street, and Jackie stopped in her tracks and stared back at him, "ya momma's a whore, you know that Jackie Nicole Revie, you know your momma's a whore?"
No, Jackie continued, poor was definitely nothing to be ashamed of, it was your pride that counted. She knew that they spoke the truth, for the most part. Of course, the only way that Stanley knew anything about her mother was because his step-dad spent half of his paycheck on prostitutes and heroine.
"Oi! Stan," Jackie cupped her hands around her mouth and shouted back, "don't you go saying shit about my mother, and I won't..." she paused, Stanley was larger than her petite body, but she picked up a stone anyways, "and I won't effing knock your head off Stanley!"
"Go ahead and try it, Revie," he called back, throwing his head back in laughter.
"Fuck off," she muttered, but not nearly loud enough for him to hear her.
She made the rest of the way home in the most civilized manor she could muster. She knew that come nightfall, the cocaine dealers, probably a couple of gangs as well, would line the streets.
She was sixteen, and this was the life she was used to. Her father was killed even before her mother knew she was pregnant, and with serious alcohol and drug addictions, Sarah Revie had been forced onto the streets. Not much has changed since then, Jackie thoughts traveled from memory to memory; mom's still a junkie, and the only difference is that she needs to look after two lives instead of just one.
She rang the bell outside her apartment complex, and the landlord buzzed her in.
"Miss Revie," he said through the gritted teeth that kept his cigarette from falling from his lips, "always a pleasure." And he tipped his Red Sox baseball cap slightly out of respect. Jackie figured that in better circumstances he could have managed a deluxe five star hotel, instead of a run down apartment where the checks bounced for most of the tenants.
"Jonathon," she said politely, she had been taught good manors, "I see you're doing well."
"Aye," he said, his British accent still heavy despite all of the fifteen years he had spent living in the US, "just bringing your lovely mum a spot of tea, actually."
Jackie flushed bright red, she began to make her way up the stairs; God only knew that they didn't pay rent, and Jackie would never forget the day she saw first hand how exactly her mother got out of that every month.
"Mom!" She called as she walked through the door, "momma, I'm home!"
She walked the length of the apartment before noticing that the phone was dangling from its cord, the TV had been pushed to the floor, and someone had run a blade across the sofa.
"Momma!" Jackie called, running from the bathroom to the master bedroom to her room, "momma!" She hollered again.
"Jackie?" A weak voice came from underneath her bed, "Jackie," it whispered again.
"What happened?" Jackie whispered through tears. They had been robbed before, but never had such brutality been used.
"I...want you to look underneath the sink, the spare key, leave and lock...door behind you, don't come back Jackeline, don't you dare come back."
"Momma?" Jackie whispered, "what did they do to you?"
Blood had crusted itself across her mother's face, her shirt had been slashed open, exposing her bare breasts. Her stomach was bleeding, and fresh blood was running freely from her wrists.
"Don't you fucking come back, you hear me Jack?" She whispered again.
"Yes, momma, I hear you," she said, sobbing some more.
"Take the gun, but use it only if you need to, don't you take another souls life if you can help it. Remember, you are a good Christian girl, innocent, pure, virginal," she spat some blood onto the floor, and coughed wickedly.
"Momma..." Jackie said slowly washing her face with her own tears, "you're coming with me though," she whispered, "I could take you to the hospital..."
"Jack," Sarah whispered, "there's an envelope behind the toilet, it has three hundred dollars. It will be enough for a room in a motel and some food for a couple of weeks. Get a job, and get away from here. There are two letters in that envelope, read them when you feel that there are no eyes watching you, Jackie, you understand?"
"Yes momma!" Jackie cried, and she buried her face in her mother's neck, "please don't go," she whispered, holding onto her body, trying to hold onto life, "please come back."
But only the lifeless arm of her mother's was there to comfort her, and she stood up, and taking one last look at the mangled body, she left.
Grabbing the small shotgun underneath her mother's pillow, and the envelope that she had always been warned to stay far away from in her early years, she bolted from the apartment, locking the door, and pocketing the key. She heard her feet move down the stairs, and yet she did not feel her legs making the motion. She felt...odd – awkward almost.
"Good day," Jonathon yelled after her, not taking notice of the tears trailing after her blonde hair, "say good day to your..." Jackie knew what he was about to say, and she continued to run without hearing the word of the sentence.
After running six blocks, her sides ached, and her lungs were burning. She buried her face in her hands and sobbed some more. She had always been close to her mother, and had always felt that the pair of them were well liked, but no...hookers and their by-products, Jackie thought, could never be well liked.
The paper was yellowed with age, but it appeared to have only been read once, Jackie noted as she delicately pulled the letters from the envelope.
"My dearest Sarah,
I have told father about our proposal, he was thrilled and is excited to meet you. I will make my way back to America as soon as I can. I'm sure you two will get along splendidly, as I've already said before, he is a professor at an elite boarding school outside of London, but here is what I have neglected to tell you over these past few weeks that we have been apart: I have been offered a teaching position by the headmaster of the very same school. The pay is fair, it will provide us with the many luxuries that you will shortly become accustomed to, of course I will see you not nearly enough, but it will suffice until I can make my way through law school.
Sarah, many things will change, but remember what I told you the night before I left, just think about that before you choose to commit yourself to anything that you aren't ready to handle.
Lots of Love, Adam"
As more about James's complicated past unravels itself, Harry is beginning to learn more things about his late Godfather. But when he discovers too much about the Marauders, Harry's life is thrown into a fatal vortex. Voldemorte is back, he's already failed countless times in killing Harry, and he doesn't intend to fail again.
Between The Heavens, a Trial of Faith: Chapter 19, Bloody Maries
Jackie let her hair fall between her eyes as she walked slowly to her run down apartment. Her life matched her appearance, grim, shabby...poor. But around here, she mused, the word 'poor' was nothing to be ashamed of, it could describe everyone within a mile radius of where she stood.
"Hey, Revie!" A voice called across the street, and Jackie stopped in her tracks and stared back at him, "ya momma's a whore, you know that Jackie Nicole Revie, you know your momma's a whore?"
No, Jackie continued, poor was definitely nothing to be ashamed of, it was your pride that counted. She knew that they spoke the truth, for the most part. Of course, the only way that Stanley knew anything about her mother was because his step-dad spent half of his paycheck on prostitutes and heroine.
"Oi! Stan," Jackie cupped her hands around her mouth and shouted back, "don't you go saying shit about my mother, and I won't..." she paused, Stanley was larger than her petite body, but she picked up a stone anyways, "and I won't effing knock your head off Stanley!"
"Go ahead and try it, Revie," he called back, throwing his head back in laughter.
"Fuck off," she muttered, but not nearly loud enough for him to hear her.
She made the rest of the way home in the most civilized manor she could muster. She knew that come nightfall, the cocaine dealers, probably a couple of gangs as well, would line the streets.
She was sixteen, and this was the life she was used to. Her father was killed even before her mother knew she was pregnant, and with serious alcohol and drug addictions, Sarah Revie had been forced onto the streets. Not much has changed since then, Jackie thoughts traveled from memory to memory; mom's still a junkie, and the only difference is that she needs to look after two lives instead of just one.
She rang the bell outside her apartment complex, and the landlord buzzed her in.
"Miss Revie," he said through the gritted teeth that kept his cigarette from falling from his lips, "always a pleasure." And he tipped his Red Sox baseball cap slightly out of respect. Jackie figured that in better circumstances he could have managed a deluxe five star hotel, instead of a run down apartment where the checks bounced for most of the tenants.
"Jonathon," she said politely, she had been taught good manors, "I see you're doing well."
"Aye," he said, his British accent still heavy despite all of the fifteen years he had spent living in the US, "just bringing your lovely mum a spot of tea, actually."
Jackie flushed bright red, she began to make her way up the stairs; God only knew that they didn't pay rent, and Jackie would never forget the day she saw first hand how exactly her mother got out of that every month.
"Mom!" She called as she walked through the door, "momma, I'm home!"
She walked the length of the apartment before noticing that the phone was dangling from its cord, the TV had been pushed to the floor, and someone had run a blade across the sofa.
"Momma!" Jackie called, running from the bathroom to the master bedroom to her room, "momma!" She hollered again.
"Jackie?" A weak voice came from underneath her bed, "Jackie," it whispered again.
"What happened?" Jackie whispered through tears. They had been robbed before, but never had such brutality been used.
"I...want you to look underneath the sink, the spare key, leave and lock...door behind you, don't come back Jackeline, don't you dare come back."
"Momma?" Jackie whispered, "what did they do to you?"
Blood had crusted itself across her mother's face, her shirt had been slashed open, exposing her bare breasts. Her stomach was bleeding, and fresh blood was running freely from her wrists.
"Don't you fucking come back, you hear me Jack?" She whispered again.
"Yes, momma, I hear you," she said, sobbing some more.
"Take the gun, but use it only if you need to, don't you take another souls life if you can help it. Remember, you are a good Christian girl, innocent, pure, virginal," she spat some blood onto the floor, and coughed wickedly.
"Momma..." Jackie said slowly washing her face with her own tears, "you're coming with me though," she whispered, "I could take you to the hospital..."
"Jack," Sarah whispered, "there's an envelope behind the toilet, it has three hundred dollars. It will be enough for a room in a motel and some food for a couple of weeks. Get a job, and get away from here. There are two letters in that envelope, read them when you feel that there are no eyes watching you, Jackie, you understand?"
"Yes momma!" Jackie cried, and she buried her face in her mother's neck, "please don't go," she whispered, holding onto her body, trying to hold onto life, "please come back."
But only the lifeless arm of her mother's was there to comfort her, and she stood up, and taking one last look at the mangled body, she left.
Grabbing the small shotgun underneath her mother's pillow, and the envelope that she had always been warned to stay far away from in her early years, she bolted from the apartment, locking the door, and pocketing the key. She heard her feet move down the stairs, and yet she did not feel her legs making the motion. She felt...odd – awkward almost.
"Good day," Jonathon yelled after her, not taking notice of the tears trailing after her blonde hair, "say good day to your..." Jackie knew what he was about to say, and she continued to run without hearing the word of the sentence.
After running six blocks, her sides ached, and her lungs were burning. She buried her face in her hands and sobbed some more. She had always been close to her mother, and had always felt that the pair of them were well liked, but no...hookers and their by-products, Jackie thought, could never be well liked.
The paper was yellowed with age, but it appeared to have only been read once, Jackie noted as she delicately pulled the letters from the envelope.
"My dearest Sarah,
I have told father about our proposal, he was thrilled and is excited to meet you. I will make my way back to America as soon as I can. I'm sure you two will get along splendidly, as I've already said before, he is a professor at an elite boarding school outside of London, but here is what I have neglected to tell you over these past few weeks that we have been apart: I have been offered a teaching position by the headmaster of the very same school. The pay is fair, it will provide us with the many luxuries that you will shortly become accustomed to, of course I will see you not nearly enough, but it will suffice until I can make my way through law school.
Sarah, many things will change, but remember what I told you the night before I left, just think about that before you choose to commit yourself to anything that you aren't ready to handle.
Lots of Love, Adam"