Time came for Lily, Sirius, James, Hannah and Remus to go for their detention and they weren't very happy. When they got there, McGonagoll had an extremely stern look on her face and didn't look pleased.
"Well you know why you are here." She said, glaringly "I do not take kindly to students laughing in my lessons!"
"We're sorry Professor." Lily muttered
"Never have I seen a Head Boy and a Head Girl behave like that!" McGonagoll continued "And what may I ask were you laughing at?"
They looked at each other – none of them wanted to say to her face what they were laughing about, until Hannah had an idea.
"They were laughing at my hair Professor." She said, nervously "The colour."
McGonagoll looked at her suspiciously, as if she didn't believe her
"Well it is rather a stupid colour." She stated, strictly "I insist that you remove the colour at once!"
"Why?" Hannah asked, pulling a face "I like it!"
"That was NOT a request!"
Hannah muttered something under her breath
"You can't make me!" She retorted, "Just because you're a teacher doesn't mean you can tell me what to do – you may be able to tell me when I'm right and when I'm not, or if I have to redo my homework. But you cannot tell me how I should look or what colour my hair should be!"
Everyone looked at her disbelievingly – Hannah was usually a person who let people walk all over her – usually. But so far this year she seemed to be showing her true colours and standing up for herself.
"What did you just say?"
"You heard me!" Hannah said, and walked out
"Whoa!" The boys and Lily muttered to themselves, looking at the doorway where Hannah had just stormed out..
"The lot of you – GO!" McGonagoll snapped "And don't think I won't be telling Professor Dumbledore about this!"
They each let out a sigh of relief.
"But I will see you all tomorrow night!"
They groaned slightly – they hated having detention with McGonagoll. She was probably the worst teacher to have it with. Add the fact that she was Head of Gryffindor and Deputy Headmistress – it was torture!
They walked out of the classroom and headed for the Common Room until Sirius said
"I'm gonna go look for Hannah."
"You want me to go?" Remus asked
"No, this is something I need to do."
He looked at the Marauders map and saw that she was in the Room of Requirements. When he got there, he opened the door cautiously.
"Hannah?"
"What do you want Sirius?"
"I wanna know what was with that little speech just then." He answered, chuckling slightly.
"What?" Hannah asked, "I was stating the truth!"
"I know that, but that wasn't the girl I knew and grew up with!"
"I've changed, Sirius." She said, "I'm sick of people walking all over me - I refuse to turn into Dad!"
"How did I know he would have something to do with this?" Sirius muttered, shaking his head.
"He lets your mum walk all over him!" Hannah retorted, "It's because of her that I wasn't allowed to know him!"
"Why would you want to?"
"Because he's my Dad!" Hannah replied, "You had the chance to get close to him – I didn't. You had a family and I never got a chance to know mine or know what one was like! Just count yourself lucky that your mum wasn't a Prostitute!"
"What?" Sirius looked at her "What are you going on about?"
"Didn't you ever wonder how an illegal Russian immigrant made a living? Dad told me, after you left, he gave me the only photo I've got of her – it made me sick. He told me everything, including the fact that he loved me, but he couldn't get close because of your mum. I don't want anything to do with him or my mum for that matter."
Sirius looked at her, shocked
"Who else knows about that?"
"Rachel, Remus and now you." Hannah answered
"You told them, but not me?"
"Oh My God, Sirius, I told Remus 'cause he's my fiancé and I don't keep secrets from him, and I told Rachel because she's my best friend and I tell her everything."
"You used to tell me everything." Sirius said, "What changed?"
"What changed?" Hannah asked, "You left! That night, you didn't just run away from them – you ran away from me, I had no-one, the people in that house were strangers to me, still are, and it was almost like you didn't care!"
There were tears in her eyes now; she hated even thinking about it all, let alone talking about it. Sirius put his arms around her and held her close. He couldn't help thinking that all of this was his fault.
"I'm sorry." He whispered "I shouldn't have ran away and left you alone, but I had to, you know I did. Do you think it was easy for me just leaving you there like that? But I couldn't stay there anymore!"
"I know." She said, smiling slightly "I just felt like everything I've ever loved just seems to disappear before my eyes!"
"What about your friends? And what about Remus."
"I don't know." She muttered, "I mean, Remus is the one good thing in my life, everything else is just messed up! But then again, that's my life all over!"
"Hannah, your life is not messed up!"
"Sure it's not!" She coughed "I don't want to talk about this anymore!"
She wiped her eyes and her face was smudged with black.
"What happened to not wearing make-up?" Sirius teased
"By not wearing make-up, I mean not bright, I will wear black." Hannah retorted, "I can't help being a Goth! It's who I am."
"I didn't say that there was anything wrong with it – Carolyn and Rachel are!" Sirius said
"And exactly how many times a day do you call Carolyn weird?" Hannah asked "Or Rachel. Or me for that matter!
"You're my sister, I can't help but to tease you, it's a fact of life!""
Hannah glared at him and punched him playfully.
"I am so tired." He said, yawning "And I have no clue why!"
"I do." Hannah said, "Today has got to have been one of the worst so far add on top at least two hours of Quidditch Practice – it's been torture!"
They went back to the Common Room and found only James sitting there and he was doing homework.
"Where's everyone else?"
"In bed." James answered
"I'm going to bed as well." Hannah said "Might as well!"
"Night then."
When she left James and Sirius sat talking for a while. Mostly about Quidditch but then James asked about what had just gone on and Sirius giving him the cliff notes version – leaving out personal details. They stayed up talking for a few hours and then they followed everyone else and went to bed.
"Friends don't keep secrets from each other."
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