Oh geez louise! My teachers are so evillll…I swear, they live off of tormenting kids…I mean come on! Homework during spring break? How much eviler can they get? (sigh)
Reviewers:
LovinLovegood1:
I actually haven't seen Charlie's Angels! Can you believe what a hermit I am? My social life is writing, and more writing, and more writing…ahh…what I do for readers…Lol. Just joking. But I really do want to see it. And Talia is such a unique name! I love it!
Moirariordan:
The Marauders are very stupid and I don't think I've seen any of the movies you've seen…you really do seem like a classic-y person. Um…I think I've heard of Garden State, but I really don't know that much about it.
DallasTexas:
Thank you! I know how you feel! I read this really AWEsome story on how Lily and a group of other kids came to the prestigious school Hogwarts, but since they weren't pureblood, no one likes them. Even James was really kinda mean, but then, after a while, he starts warming up to Lily…and then the story ends cuz' it never got updated. Made me really mad.
Emerald-eclipse:
Hermione/Sirius? Ewwwww! Gross gross! Never! It's either Hermione/Harry or Hermione/Ron! Whichever you guys want. And Moulin Rouge is awesome! The song where it goes…um…I can't really remember the lyrics…oh well! I guess that means I have to see it again! But there was this really pretty song around the middle to end…
White-angel-snowflake:
Pirates of the Caribbean is a really funny movie. Johnny Depp was absolutely brilliant in that movie! And I know it's kind of late, but I really want to see Finding Neverland too. My friends were all RAVING about it, saying that it made you feel a lot of different emotions and that they all cried at the end. I was all like, "Uh…"
Rays of sunlight:
Ella Enchanted was a really cute movie! But nothing like the book. One of my classmates said that they absolutely hated it because it took the enchanted out of Enchanted, if you know what I mean. And Van Helsing scared me. When that werewolf jumped out! Brr…Yeah, I know…I'm such a scaredy cat!
Sikame:
Lord of the Rings! Omg! I've been to the library and I still can't get the second or third movie! But I really liked the Fellowship of the Ring. Great movie. Savvy. The Harry Potter movies aren't as great as the books, and the third movie really made me pissed, but they're okay. I mean not brilliant…but pretty good as movies. (They were supposed to include the Quidditch Finals in the third movie!)
90niner:
Thank you thanks you thank you thank you thank you! I luv you! You submitted so many reviews! And (blushing), I have developed a bit from the beginning of the story, thanks to all my reviewers and their suggestions. Thank you very much.
Eternal Dragon101:
Your screen name is so cute! Omg! I don't know if anyone else has realized this, but it seems like most of the people that read fanfics are girls…is it just me?
SpringBREAK:
Thank you! That's so nice!
Underdog:
Chris Tucker is hilarious! And I think he looks a bit like Mario, ya know, the singer? Dear god, I'm going crazy…
As usual, I'll put in a recap, and not a summary.
Disclaimer:
I know how excited my readers are for me to finally UPDATE (yeah right), so I will just shut up and get with the story. I do not own Harry Potter or any one else.
James grinned cockily. "Yeah, but see, we're the Marauders. We have a right to do that. This school belongs to us."
Sirius grinned also. "Forever and ever." Then he stopped, examined Hermione's face, and frowned, turning to Harry and Ron.
"What happened to her?"
"None of your business," answered Ron defensively.
"What'd you do?" he persisted.
"Nothing!" Harry said. "We didn't do anything! We were just having a nice little talk and she's a little homesick so—"
"You're lying," Sirius said. "I can always tell when a person's lying."
"We're not lying!" Ron said. "Ask Hermione!"
Hermione smiled gauntly. "It's okay Black. They're my friends. They wouldn't do anything to me."
"I wouldn't bet on it," Sirius whispered in an undertone to James. Then aloud, he said, "Fine, but only because Hermione said so. If I find out that either of you touched one hair on her…" he trailed off warningly. Harry, Ron, and Hermione passed them and them exited the portrait, drawing away from the accusatory glances the Marauders kept passing to one another.
Uh oh…
Chapter 13—
Cut my life into pieces
This is my last resort
Suffocation, no breathing
Don't give a fuck if I cut my arm, bleeding
This is my last resort
Cut my life into pieces
I've reached my last resort
Suffocation
No breathing
Don't give a fuck if I cut my arm, bleeding
Do you even care if I die bleeding?
Would it be wrong?
Would it be right?
If I took my life tonight
Chances are that I might
Mutilation outta sight
And I'm contemplating suicide
Cuz I'm losing my sight
Losing my mind
Wish somebody would tell me I'm fine
Losing my sight
Losing my mind
Wish somebody would tell me I'm fine
Papa Roach, Last Resort
"Sirius seems very defensive of you," Ron hinted. "And I mean very defensive."
Hermione shifted uncomfortably in her seat. They were in Charms, and as other people seemed to be trying to start a fire to a branch, Harry and Ron took the opportunity to interrogate Hermione. After all, this was the only class that the Marauders weren't in with them.
"I know," Hermione said, glancing around. "I keep telling him to stop, but he won't listen."
"Oh really?" Ron asked. "So you did nothing whatsoever to make him do anything like that?"
"Nothing!" Hermione said, affronted that Ron could suggest such a thing. "I have said nothing to him whatsoever! How could I fall for him? When he's the biggest player in the world? When I know exactly what we're doing?"
"Just so long as you remember," Harry said. "I'm reminding you now. He's my godfather. Just don't do anything stupid—"
"Like what!" Hermione snapped, jabbing her wand at the branch, which immediately made a whooshing sound and sparked up.
Ron jabbed his branch equally as hard, though he broke his branch in half. Cursing, he turned to Hermione. "Like loosing your virginity to Sirius Black, famous murderer—"
"Ron!" This time Harry got to him first before Hermione, who was utterly red in the face, could say anything.
"Sorry Harry," Ron hastily apologized. "I didn't mean that he was a murderer, just charged with—aww, forget I ever said anything."
"You boys are fools!" Hermione gritted through her teeth. "I can't believe that you wouldn't trust me with something this important. For goodness sakes! It's not like it's Voldemort! And besides, how do you know I'm a virgin? What am I saying? I don't like him!" she yelled.
"Whatever," Ron snorted, his ears turning red.
"I thought you weren't saying anything," Hermione said swiftly.
"Never mind that." Ron started scribbling down on his parchment as Flitwick passed by. "All you should be worried about is falling for a guy that's not from your time, that's Harry's godfather, and who you tried to save last year. He's not a guy you should be messi—"
"For heavens sake! Grow up! I don't like him! Get that through your thick skull!" Hermione snapped. Harry cut in between, trying to reason with her.
"We know you don't like him, Hermione," Harry stated. "We're just worried that you will. Remember what Snuffles said? He was the 'god' of Hogwarts. Girls fall for him all the time—"
"Not me!" Hermione argued hotly. "I'm not like those other girls."
"We know that Hermy!" Ron whispered loudly.
"Hermy!"
"Let the man finish!" Ron snapped back. Hermione pursed her lips in a 'Petunia' fashion and crossed her arms, completely forgetting about their assignment.
"I just don't want to see you hurt. Neither does Ron," Harry finished. Hermione rolled her eyes.
"I'm not a doll," Hermione said flatly.
"We never said you were," mumbled Ron.
"Good! Cuz' I'm not!" Hermione said a little louder.
"Everything alright here?" Tiny little Professor Flickwick looked up at them.
"Fine," they all said. Even after he left, Hermione continued working, and completely disregarded Harry and Ron, leaving them to do their own assignments quietly.
Harry rolled over in his bed. He just couldn't sleep. Today's events flashed through his mind, and next to him, he heard Ron snore. Today was the full moon. He didn't expect Ron to remember, but it would've been nice, Harry thought, slightly annoyed. No doubt Hermione remembered. She probably wouldn't be able to sleep either. Looking around, there was no on in the room except him and Ron; of course, he knew why.
Remus would be suffering, Harry remembered suddenly. In his third year at Hogwarts, when he saw his professor turn into a werewolf, it looked so painful. Harry really didn't think about it, partly because he didn't want to…but also because he was afraid to. He always wondered somewhere deep in his conscience when Remus would drop dead on him too. Did being a werewolf affect his life-span?
He looked outside. The clouds were covering the moon, but it wouldn't matter. It really wouldn't matter. Harry jumped up, startled, as a crashing noise came from the common room. He stealthily grabbed his wand, and inched toward the door. Ron snored again. He really could sleep through a thunderstorm. Harry rolled his eyes and grasped the doorknob.
With as little noise as possible, he stood in the shadows, watching…waiting. A figure was sitting on the red couch. Harry breathed a sigh of relief, almost laughing. It was Hermione.
"Hermione?" he whispered. Hermione jumped. When she saw it was Harry, she exhaled sharply.
"Harry," she breathed, making room for him on the couch. "What are you doing here?"
Harry chuckled. "You weren't exactly being quiet." Hermione blushed.
"Well, it was hard. My eyes were still adjusting. Besides, I didn't have my wand," she defended. "Is anyone else awake?"
"By anyone else, if you mean Ron, then no. He's such a heavy sleeper, you know." Harry lit a fire in the fireplace with his wand.
"Hm…" Hermione started into the fire and they lapsed into comfortable silence for a while. She suddenly spoke up a few minutes later. "It's coming, you know. I can feel it. I know it, and I'm scared."
Harry only glanced at her for a second before interlacing their hands, trying to provide some comfort. "I know. I am too." Hermione didn't seem to hear him.
"I wonder what's happening, you know? Back—back in our world, I mean," Hermione said in a strangled sort of whisper. "It feels different. It's the same. But it feels really different. I—I don't know how to explain it."
Harry just squeezed her hand. "I know. Ron knows too. It's not our Hogwarts. It's not our year, and it's not our home." Hermione smiled.
"Harry, do you know what I feel? I feel as if you understand me better than me sometimes." Hermione leaned back into the sofa, closing her eyes. Harry looked at their interlaced hands, and felt a jolt of guilt. If Ron came down here…but it's comfort. Wouldn't he see that? "I mean, Ron is such a git these days, and I don't know what's happening."
"He's probably homesick too," Harry said quickly, although he sort of knew the real reason. "I mean, come on! It's hardest on you guys because of your families back there. Me? I actually don't have anything to live for back there—"
"Don't say that!" Hermione said furiously. "You have me and Ron, and practically the whole world. It's not hardest on me or Ron, and you know it! It's you who's having the most trouble. You who's having to adjust the most. You who's gonna be left broken in the end!"
Harry's eyes became stormy and Hermione immediately felt guilty. "It's not that we don't see it Harry," she said, more gently. "Ron and me can read you like a book. We could tell the first day how much you were struggling." She hugged him tightly. "But remember, we'll always be there for you. No matter what."
"Thanks Hermione."
Harry and Hermione swiveled their heads at the sound of a door closing.
"Is anyone else awake?" Harry whispered to Hermione.
"Not in the girls dormitories," Hermione whispered back. Harry felt a sinking sensation. He seemed to feel that a lot these days.
"I'll go check on Ron," he said, removing himself from the sofa. Just as he suspected, the boy's dorm was quiet.
No snoring.
Ron had seen. Problem was, what did he think it was?
James winced as Sirius dabbed at the wound with some alcohol. Remus was especially fierce tonight. They had wanted to go into the village, but…with the smell of humans everywhere, Remus had gone out of control. While trying to herd him back to the shack, James was swiped by him.
Sirius slapped a bandage on him, and then checked the 'exchange' students. They were still asleep. It was dawn when they crept in, looking like shit, with dead leaves in their hair, dried blood on their shirts, which were torn, and their eyes sagging. "It stopped bleeding mate. We really should get Madam Pomfrey to take a look at it…"
"No," James said firmly. "She'll ask. We all know she will. Besides, it's not that bad, just a flesh wound."
"A flesh wound?" Sirius would've snorted if he weren't so tired. "A flesh wound? That's what you call this?"
"Padfoot, drop it. We can't let Remus go through this himself. Even Wormtail agrees with us there," James said.
"Wormtail agrees with us on everything; that's hardly saying something," Sirius said. But without saying it, he knew that James was right. Did they risk everything just to be caught because of a mere wound? After all, things had gotten quite a bit better from the first time. Remus couldn't go through this alone. It would break him, inside and out.
"Speaking of Wormtail, where is he?" James looked around.
"He's with Moony. Last night was really rough on him." Sirius flopped on his bed, then sat back up. "You know what? I don't feel like sleeping. I feel like crap, but I really don't feel like sleeping." He looked toward the sleeping forms of Harry and Ron. "What do you think their story is?"
"We know their story," James said wearily, leaning against the bedpost, careful to not agitate the newly bandaged wound. "They went to Beauxbatons, but since their families are targets for Lord What's His Name—"
"Not that story. The real one," Sirius whispered reverently. He threw a pillow at the ceiling and caught it.
James eyed him. "What makes you think that stories fake?"
"Oh come on!" Sirius exclaimed as he caught the pillow. "You cannot be asking me that! Do you actually believe that all three of them at the same time came from Beauxbatons knowing each other? Being right in our year?"
"Well…" James started. "It's a bit of a coincidence, but that doesn't mean it can't happen. I mean, Lily hates me now, but by the end of this year, she's gonna be madly in love with me, so anything can happen right?"
A pillow hit him as an answer.
Harry sat on the other side of Hermione, eyeing Ron, who sat by Hermione also. She looked at both of them nervously. Harry had seen Sirius and James come in, and he almost got up once he saw how bloody his father was, but refrained, as that would've looked even more suspicious. They were too suspicious already.
He picked up a glass of pumpkin juice, nudging Hermione. Hermione's eyes flicked toward him, asking: what? He nodded his head toward Ron. Hermione shrugged. He sighed, but soon his thoughts were driven out at the sight of another package coming toward him, bearing the same handwriting.
Hermione reached out to grab it, but Harry shook his head. He took the package in his arm and grabbed Ron on his way out of the Great Hall.
"Hey—What?" Ron looked at Harry and then at Hermione. He shook his head but grabbed a piece of toast as Harry pulled him along.
As soon as Ron and Harry were gone, Hermione slumped her shoulders. Something was going on with them, but they weren't including her in it.
Had she done something wrong?
Harry kept pulling Ron, until they reached an empty corridor. There, Ron shrugged him off.
"What!" Ron snarled. "I was having breakfast!"
"You heard me and Hermione. Well, probably not heard. But you saw us," Harry began.
"So?"
"Sooo, I didn't want you getting the wrong idea!" Harry said, frustrated.
Ron crossed his arms. "I didn't get the wrong idea! I was just wondering why I wasn't invited to this reunion."
"Reunion? What? Oh, never mind that. You were asleep!" Harry argued. "We didn't want to wake you! Besides, I heard Hermione. It's not like she woke me up!"
Ron rolled his eyes. "I never thought that."
"Yes you did," Harry said. Ron grinned sheepishly.
"You're right, I did," he admitted, laughing. He then became serious, almost foreboding. "What'd you guys talk about?"
"Nothing really. Just what's probably happening in our time," Harry replied. "How our families are doing. How Voldemort's doing."
"Dying in his grave, I hope. I mean, come on! How many times does he have to die to get the point that no one wants him alive?" Ron said exasperated. Harry just laughed at Ron's antics.
But down corridor, in the hospital wing, someone wasn't laughing. He was listening very carefully to their conversation, ears sharpened by the fading werewolf effects.
Remus scrunched his brows in confusion, piecing the pieces together.
I never realized I was spread too thin
Till it was too late
And I was empty within
Hungry!
Feeding on chaos
And living in sin
Downward spiral where do I begin?
It all started when I lost my mother
No love for myself
And no love for another.
Searching to find a love up on a higher level
Finding nothing but questions and devils
Cuz I'm losing my sight
Losing my mind
Wish somebody would tell me in fine
Losing my sight
Losing my mind
Wish somebody would tell me I'm fine
Nothing's alright
Nothing is fine
I'm running and I'm crying
I'm crying
I'm crying
I'm crying
I'm crying
I can't go on living this way
Cut my life into pieces
This is my last resort
Suffocation
No breathing
Don't give a fuck if I cut my arm, bleeding!
Would it be wrong?
Would it be right?
If I took my life tonight
Chances are that I might
Mutilation outta sight
And I'm contemplating suicide
Cuz I'm losing my sight
Losing my mind
Wish somebody would tell me I'm fine
Losing my sight
Losing my mind
Wish somebody would tell me I'm fine
Nothing's alright
Nothing is fine
I'm running and I'm crying
I can't go on living this way
Can't go on
Living this way
Nothing's alright
Papa Roach, Last Resort
Yes folks! I changed the name of the story! I hope you guys didn't get confused, but I just thought that my old name was really common. Well, maybe not common, but it definitely didn't spark any interest.
And let me remind readers why you review, (yes I know! Again, but somehow, people need reminding).
It's to tell other people which stories are bad and which stories are worth your time. I don't care if you think my story is absolute crap, but feel free to review anyways.
Who is your favorite band?
Sum 41 is a great band! But then again, so is a lot of others. Like Chemical Romance (Did you see Helena's video? Really weird, but pretty cool), Crossfade (awesome name), The Killers (weird stuff, but addicting all the same) and a lot of others…but I'm really kinda lazy right now. So yeah, that's me!