"I can't tell you everything- at least not yet-, it's complicated. All I'm aloud to tell you is that the ministry wouldn't allow you to live with me. That was part of the reason why Dumbledore hired me, so I could 'prove myself' to the Ministry and try to get back my Godfather rights." He explained as we reached the classroom. I nodded.
"Ok." I said, before heading off to sit next to Hermione.
Ok, I'M BAAAACK! I'm super sorry! my computer crashed so I had no way to update any of my stories so here I am and on a new computer(YAY!) so hopefully I can update more now. I have also started school again-FRESHMAN!- so yeah. Sorry.
RPOV
"Yup. I give up: I lied! I didn't see the Grimm! I did help my father escape from Azkaban! And I am only here at Hogwarts to help him kill the famous Harry Potter!" I yelled, and turned around before running from the hall. I wasn't about to let them all see me cry. I ran through the halls, my cloak falling off my left shoulder, and trying to wipe the tears streaming down my face with my right sleeve. I know that I shouldn't have exploded like that-especially in front of the whole school-and I shouldn't have been so mean and harsh to Hermione. But still, she could have at least said something like, 'okay, well if that's what you think you saw. Personally I don't think the Grimm is going to go after Harry, but alright.', you know?
Somehow I had ended up on the opposite side of Hogwarts from the Gryffindor Tower, so instead I decided to spend the rest of the day in the Astronomy Tower.
And that's where I stayed, all night.
I woke up a few days later, just as I always did. I felt perfectly fine- except the fact that I was still a little upset and feeling alone- and thought everything would go on as it had been. I grabbed a black and white long-sleeved plaid flannel, and a pair of dark blue skinny jeans before heading into the bathroom. I had to wiggle a little it to get into my jeans, but alas, such is life. I pulled the flannel on over my black tank top and started to button it up a little when I looked into the bathroom mirror.
And screamed.
I heard another scream and crashing from outside in the dorm, and pounding footsteps that seemed to be fading. I quickly steppe forward to get a better look in the mirror. I leaned in as close as I could and picked up a handful of my hair and looked at it in horror.
It was black.
What the bloody hell? I thought, internally screaming. It definitely was not black yesterday. I mean, sure. It was a dark brown with a small red tint- but no black! At all! I frowned at my reflection, and the girl in the mirror copied me. I stood there for maybe another minute or two before sighing and throwing my dirty clothes into the hamper, and walked out. I sat down on my bed and laced up my black combat boots before heading downstairs. Everyone looked up and away before quickly scattering around the room- pushing each other out of the way to get out of the common room first- when I walked in. I sighed and walked over to Neville, who was looking at me with wide eyes. I plopped down in the chair across from him.
"I know, my hair. It looks awful." I said, picking up a few strands and scowling at it. He shook his head.
"I think it looks nice." he said. I sent him a small smile and turned my head to look at the fire; trying to conceal my blush.
"Are you planning on going to Hogsmeade today?" He asked. I turned back to him and held up my slip.
"Sure am! We should go to Honeydukes, I've never been there before..." I said, smiling at my only friend(for the moment, hopefully).
He nodded, "Ok, we should go then, I think they are checking slips and letting people go already." he said, closing his herbology book and slipping it into his book bag. We walked slowly and silently through the halls, just relaxing in the coolness of the castle. We stood in line and took steps forward when people went out through the doors. Neville handed Filch his slip, and got ushered forward. I handed mine to Filch and looked down at Mrs. Norris by his feet, grimacing at the ugly cat.
"I have been informed to not let you go." He said simply, handing me my slip back.
"What? But I have my slip!" I protested. Neville stopped and turned around, waiting for me.
"Filch shook his head and smiled evilly.
"Nope. Sorry. Can't let you go. 'Too dangerous', what they said, it is." He said, pushing me out of line. I huffed and turned to Neville.
"It's fine, Nev. You can go on without me, I'll go ask McGonagall or something and find you later." I said.
"Are you sure?" He asked. I nodded and started walking backwards.
"Of course!" I turned and walked back down the hall the way we had just come. I was on my way to McGonagall's office when Lupin rounded the corner. I ran up to him.
"Professor Lupin! They won't let e go to Hogsmeade!" I said, throwing my hands up into the air before huffing and crossing my arms. A bit childish, I know. He merely laughed.
"You Too?" He said. I cocked my head to the side in confusion.
"What does that mean?" I demanded, and then Harry came running around the corner, almost running into us.
"Oh, here you are- sorry, stopped to look at a painting- Oh. It's you." Potter said. I raised my right eyebrow.
"Yeah. You got a problem, Potter?" I said. Wasn't this day just getting better and better? Lupin cleared his throat.
"What happened to your hair?" He said, trying to change the subject. I groaned.
"No idea. But I hate it- it's too dark." I said.
"Makes you look like a mini-Sirius, just in girl form." He said, chuckling. I scowled at him.
"Wow. Thanks. I feel loads better."
"Come on, Harry and I were just going to take a walk outside. Why don't you come too?" I could tell Potter was going to complain, so I sent him a smirk.
"Sure. Sounds great!" I said- only slightly sarcastically.
"Oh, and I see no point in you calling me professor. Just call me Remus, I am your Godfather as you have previously figured out." He said, sending me a smile. I smiled back.
"Okey dokey."
"Okey dokey? What the hell does that mean?" Potter said.
"You wouldn't get it, cause you and the Orange One are too stuck up and 'mature' for fun." I said. I really need to get better comebacks...
We were outside now, walking across the long bridge.
"Why do you two hate each other so much? I don't think I've ever seen two Gryffindors hate each other this much before." Remus asked. I pointed at harry.
"I blame him." I said, pouting like a child.
"I blame her father." Potter said. I guffawed.
"Not again! Are you seriously that daft? How many times do I have to tell you- He made his choices, I make my own! Hell, I barely even knew the man!" I yelled, throwing my hands up in the air.
"So? I still think it runs in your family. You'll probably be just as bad as he was." Remus opened his mouth to say something but we both held up a silencing finger.
"Oh really? What makes you think that? I've done nothing wrong, and all everyone can do is hate me! Why? What did I ever do to any of you? Not my father, me? What did I do to deserve everyone's hatred?" I asked, really wanting an answer.
"No one likes you because no one can trust you! My mother and father did, and look at what happened to them! It runs in your blood! You could turn on us all at any second! You even look just like him! Let's take a second to think about this- Your hair just all of a sudden turned black, because you're just as bad as he is! And you've got a horrid temper! Just like I'm sure your father did!" He said.
"I may not be proud of what he did, Potter, but at least I can say that he had to of had his reasons. No one betrays their best friends for no reason. And I'm sorry, but I couldn't see my father doing that." I said softly.
"Seriously? I thought you just got done saying you barely knew the man?"
"I didn't know him, but I've heard about him-when he was younger."
"What does that have to do with anything? People change, you know."
"Exactly. And everyone deserves a second chance- And I deserve a first chance, I say. I respect Hermione and Neville- I think they are the only two here that truly fit the place in Gryffindor. They weren't too afraid to give me a chance, they were the only ones who were nice to me." I said.
"And that was their mistake. I think they were stupider than any Hufflepuff for that decision. In my opinion? You should be put under strict supervision. Just like your worthless father!" Ouch. That one hurt a little.
"I haven't done one thing to anyone. Hell, I could have probably offed all the Gryffindors already if I was planning on it! But I'm not! Because I'm not like him!" I said, trying to get it through his thick skull. Remus just looked between the both of us, completely shocked at what we were yelling at each other.
"Yeah? Well-Well someone probably should have done that to you, back in our first year!" I almost laughed at how stupid that sounded.
"You think that's funny? See, this is why no one trusts you! You laugh at the mention of murder! Your probably going to wind up just like him, you know? A murderer, bloody traitor, mentally ill, and brain dead. I ope they find him- your father- I hope they give him the dementors kiss! He would deserve it."
"Everyone says your so great: Harry Potter! the boy who lived! Harry potter! The boy who gives a shit about people! Harry Potter! He helped a first year find a class! Harry Potter! But your not that great. You're just as mean as everyone else! You don't give a shit about anyone! You've already gotten Hermione killed, like, two times! You don't care about what happens to anyone, as long as you live. And just getting even more famous every time is just an extra bonus, right?!"
He glared at me, "You wanna know why I think Hermione and Neville started being your friends? Because they're scared of you. They are scared of what you'll do to them if they weren't friends with you. You're just some freak, who shouldn't have happened! The world would be a better place without you stupid Black's!" He yelled. It was quiet for a moment.
"Harry! That was way out of line. Apologize!" Remus said, jaw open in shock. I shook my head, trying to keep the tears in.
"No, Professor Lupin. It's fine. He's probably right anyways." I said before taking a sharp turn and running down the bridge. I ran until I got to the open grass of Hogwarts and ran all the way till I was under the big tree next to the black lake. I crossed my arms over my legs and buried my head in my knees, letting the tears flow freely.
"R-Rita? I-I can't... be your friend, anymore." Neville said quietly, wincing at the end. I put my book down on the table. Everyone was eating lunch, but I wasn't very hungry today.
"...What?" I said, thoroughly confused.
"My Gran, she said... I'm not allowed to hang around you." He said softly. I nodded and looked down at my book. It was one of my mum's.
"That's alright, Neville. I get it." I said. In less than two weeks I had lost both of my friends. It was like we were first years all over again. Or at least I was. He walked away and I bit my lip, trying to will myself not to cry. I slammed my book shut and quickly walked from the hall, heading straight for Gryffindor tower. I groaned as I remembered that it was Sir Cadogan guarding the entrance. Because my father ripped the other one up. Yeah. Screw my life.
"Pass-WORD?!" He said in his usual crazy manner. I groaned.
"You changed it again, didn't you?" I asked.
"Yes! Yes I did!" I sighed as sat down next to it. This. Sucks. I really can't imagine how this day could get any worse.
And of course. Guess who came walking up?
Ronald Weasley and Harry Potter. I quickly fumbled with my bag, trying to get my book out to hide my face, but it got stuck.
"What are you doing, Black?" Ronald said, scrunching his nose up at me.
"I got locked out, what does it look like, Weasley?" I said simply, not in the mood for this today.
"It's Oddsbodikins." Harry said simply and quietly. I raised my brow at him.
"Right you are!" Sir Cadogan said, swinging open. I quickly scooped up my mess of books and stuff and followed after Harry.
"Thanks Potter." I said before he stepped through. Just as I was about to go through, Sir Cadogan slammed shut. I jumped back with a surprised squeal.
"Hey! Let me in!" I said.
"Password?" He asked.
"Oddsbodikins!" I repeated. He shook his head.
"That's incorrect, Madam! I've changed it, you see?" He said, smiling proudly like he had done something good.
"WHAT?!" I yelled.
"That's unfair, no one even knows it!" He shrugged. No, they do. It's on the paper on the board inside."
"Yes, well I'm not inside, you see? So if you could just let me in..." I said, trying to pry the painting open.
"Nope! That's not how it works!" He said. I put my head in my hand.
"You're psychotic." I said, walking away.