Forgotten chapter 3 Ugly, a harry potter fanfic

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Forgotten

chapter 3

Ugly

Last time:"Remember, there are empty classrooms and broom closets all over the school. He then patted me on the head and was off. I brushed off my hair, thinking he'd put something in it, but he hadn't. Carefully, I collected my books, and set off for the common room, wary of stray doors.

On the fifth floor was where it happened. I'd missed the door to a broom closet,

and the door swung open, a person dragging me inside.

Are you ugly?
A liar like me?
A user, a lost soul?
Someone you don't know
Money it's no cure
A Sickness so pure
Are you like me?
Are you ugly?

Alarmed, I pulled out my wand with my left hand, my right hand shooting out to hit whomever had dragged me inside. A large hand caught my flying fist before it could get them.

"Ssh!" he whispered. I knew that voice. Angrily, I stepped on his foot.

"You bloody bastard!" I exclaimed. It was dark in the closet, so I couldn't see the reaction on his face. If I could, it would probably have been one of shock.

"Andy? What the hell is the matter? I DID warn you." he said, his voice mischievous. I rolled my eyes, though I knew he couldn't see them. I pushed past him and angrily marched out of the closet. I think I might've looked dangerous, because as I marched through the castle towards the common room, people turned and took the long way around, just to avoid me.

James was coming after me, I knew he was, but I was determined to ignore him. He ran up beside me.

We are dirt, we are alone
You know we are far from sober!
We are fake, we are afraid
You know it's far from over
We are dirt we are alone
You know we are far from sober!
Look closer, are you like me?
Are you ugly?

"Andy, what's wrong. What about what you said?" he asked. I whipped around.

"What about what I said, James? I said I wouldn't give anything like that to you! Merlin, I'm not a bloody toy! I don't want to be used, then thrown out! I'm not like that! Go get one of your usual sluts for somethinglike that, but leave me out of it!" I exclaimed. He looked hurt, he looked extremely hurt, but all I could think of then, was 'Good riddance.'

Turn a blind eye
Why do I deny?
Medicate me
So I die Happy
A strain of cancer
Chokes the answers
Are you like me?
A liar like me?

James had always been one of my closest friends, but right then... no. I could barely look at him. So instead, I turned and ran. I ran from James, I ran from my life, I ran from everything, blinded.

I hadn't meant what I said to him. Although, he did use girls as if they were toys, but I wasn't going to be the one to get him to stop that and I knew it. James loved Lily, and he thought by making her jealous, he could obtain her. I knew that, since that was why he'd begun dating other girls in the first place. But I absolutely refused to assist in making my best friend jealous so James could get what he wanted. Little did I know, after I'd ran away...

(Switching to James) James kicked the floor of the castle and ran a hand through his hair.

"Bugger." he muttered. He knew what Andy thought of him. He knew what Andy thought of Sirius too. She'd always been more of the brutally honest type. Unfortunately for him though, he'd fallen in love. Not with Andy, but with her best friend, Lily Evans.

Andy... He didn't really know how he felt about Andy. He knew she was beautiful, gorgeous even, though she'd never admit it to herself, and she was brilliant in both school work and pranking. Sirius however, didn't approve of her doing anything. He always claimed she was too young for this, too mature for that. James honestly wanted her to be around them more. It was like having two of Sirius.

In past years, he'd noticed Andy grow up in more ways then one. With this whole Lord Voldemort thing, she had to be strong, to save her own life. Just like Sirius's parents, Andy's parents, and her sisters as well, were all for the purification of the wizarding world. Sirius had finally had enough of it, and had run away to his house. James's parents had accepted Sirius immediately, but Sirius hardly realized what he'd done when he'd run away. He left the only person who cared about him, who he cared about, in the clutches of those people. And that was Andy.

I don't care, you don't care
I'm bitter, you're angry.
You don't care, I don't care
You love you, just like me
I blame you, you blame me
I'm bitter, you're angry.
You don't care, I don't careYou love you, like me

James had a feeling that Andy was abused. Every year, when they boarded the Hogwarts Express, she always wore long sleeves and jeans, no matter what the temperature, and she never changed into her robes with Lily around. Not with anyone around. Once, last year, after Sirius had run away, which had been in the summer, James had slapped Andy's arm, and the expression on her face made them stop instantly. She looked like she was fighting back tears. This past year though, when James had pet her on the back, she'd flinched only slightly, but the pain never left her eyes, and that was when it had occurred to James. He'd shot her a look, one of understanding, but she'd shot back a look, don't-tell-anyone-please, and he hadn't.

He wanted to go get her, to envelop her in a hug, tell her it was ok. However, James knew she'd turn away, hate him more, maybe even hex him, so he let her go, staring aimlessly down the hallway.Then it occurred to him.

He loved her.

James wasn't sure what kind of love it was though. He doubted a lustful one, since the kiss had meant nothing to him, as he was almost sure it was, and it wasn't in a brotherly way either. But it certainly wasn't the way he loved Lily. It confused him, yet made her more alluring than ever, knowing he couldn't have her, not even for that short while.

(Switching back to Andy/my perspective) I ran out of the castle, and ended up in the place that had always brought me such peace. The lake. It calmed me seeing the merpeople rise occasionally, or see the squid's tentacles rise lazily above the water, then come hurtling back down, causing small waves to lap onto the shore.

I wasn't sure of myself anymore, which was something that I'd prided myself in for a long time. Life itself was confusing me, irritating me, hurting me.

James knew about my life at home, knew how my parents abused me, but I'd made him vow not to tell anyone, and he hadn't. But he himself confused me. There's a muggle saying I'd heard once, from a boy in my class I knew as Ted Tonks, he'd said once, that "The boy pulling the girl's braids was the one whom he fancied" I didn't understand him back then, what he said, but as I thought about, staring at the lake, I thought I got it. James constantly teased me, so I thought that he fancied me.

Are you Ugly?

Little did I know that he actually did, but not only that, he loved me. If I'd been told that back then, I'd have probably laughed, because the only person who truly loved me back then was Sirius. And only Sirius, so I'd thought.

Later that night, I dragged myself back to my dormitory. I fell onto the bed, and did not rise again until the following morning, where I was met with an even bigger surprise.