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The five marauders

Chapter 30

Jamie POV

31st of March.

The day I would never forget.

The Saturday no matter how much I tried, I couldn't forget any detail from.

"Hey, Jay! Wake up."

I sleepily opened my eyes, and looked into the light brown ones of my dorm mate.

"What time is it?" I asked.

"8am," Alice replied, "The guys asked me to wake you up, since they can't come up here themselves."

"Kay thanks," I said and got up.

"See you at breakfast," Alice threw over her shoulder and left the room.

Twenty minutes later I found myself walking down to the great hall with my four best friends like everyday. This time we were deciding on a mega prank for tomorrow, April fools day. We've had it all planned out perfectly, and now all we had to do was somehow find six chickens, pot of leprechaun gold, three bottles of old milk, rubber duck, ten litres of dragon drool and a green flying pig. We even had an idea of where we could get all those things, but after breakfast, when we were about to send an order for them, we were stopped by professor McGonagall. Or at least I was.

She somehow looked different then usual. She didn't lose the aura of a strict teacher, but that didn't mean that she still looked as strict as always. Her usually neat bun was much messier, her lips were in a thinner line then usual, and when she looked at me, her eyes were full of… Sympathy?

"Jemmia, could you please come with me?"

Even her voice was much more soft. And she used my FIRST name! I was getting slightly worried to say the least.

I told the boys that I'd see them later, and followed McGonagall. At first I expected her to take me to her office, but instead she led me to the third floor. We stopped in front of an impressive, yet ugly stone gargoyle.

"Sugar straw."

As soon as McGonagall said those words, the stone gargoyle jumped to the side, revealing a circular moving staircase. I followed McGonagall's example, and stepped onto it. After a few seconds, we were stood in front of a large mahogany door. McGonagall knocked three times and entered.

We entered a large circular room with many windows and many portraits of old headmasters and headmistresses. Around the office were also many spindly tables upon which were set delicate looking silver instruments that whirred and emitted small puffs of smoke. In the corner was also an incredible collection of books and a porch with a beautiful bird, which I recognised as a phoenix.

But the thing that worried me the most was that in the chairs in front of the headmaster's desk were my brothers and professor Brooke. But that was not what worried me. What did was that Ivy had her arms around Michael who was weeping into her shoulder, while Victor had his face buried in his hands.

I turned to the headmaster, "Sir, what is going on?"

I didn't know what to think, and I couldn't help my voice shaking. I knew I was about hear bad news.

What I liked the most about the headmaster was that when the conversation was about something important, he never bothered with small talk.

"There was another death eater attack, Jemmia," he said softly.

I swallowed.

"Where?" I asked with a small, shaky voice.

"4 May street."

I felt the blood leave my face, and my knees started shaking terribly. I leaned against the wall, and looked into the eyes of my headmaster.

"What happened to my parents sir?"

I felt McGonagall's hand land on my shoulder.

"I'm sorry Jamie," She said.

"They also left a message," Dumbledore said and gave me a piece of parchment.

I felt tears enter my eyes as I read the message.

This is what happens to the families of those who defy me.

"Am I an orphan then?" I whispered.

Dumbledore nodded his head sadly.

"No!" I exclaimed.

Tears started blurring my vision as I looked into the blue eyes of the Headmaster.

"I'm sorry," He whispered, sympathy obvious in those blue eyes.

"No," I muttered.

I looked at my brothers. Ivy still had her arms around Michael who was still weeping into her shoulder, while Victor sat with his face buried in his hands. I would say he was sleeping if not that he was trembling the way a crying person does.

I let a few tears escape, and run freely down my cheeks. I turned and darted out of Dumbledore's office. I ran through crowds of students, all scurrying to the sides as I ran past. I heard some call my name, but I didn't care. I kept on running, hot tears staining my face.

I could not believe it. I would not believe it. It's impossible. But why would they lie? Was this some kind of sick prank? Why does it have to be me?

When I stopped, I realised I ended up in front of a solid wall. I looked around me, and identified my position as on the seventh floor. I glanced behind me, and found a tapestry of some weird guy teaching trolls ballet. I remembered my brothers tell me of a curious room known as the 'Come and Go' room, which should be placed somewhere around here. I looked at the wall, and paced three times in front of it, all the while thinking, I need a place to be on my own. When I was finished, a door started to appear on the empty wall. I opened the door, and found a lovely little room, all red and gold, with a big fireplace with a small couch in front. I sat myself on the couch, and started weeping.

"It's all my fault," I cried, although no one could hear me.

Sirius POV

James, Remus Peter and I were walking down a corridor, when someone pushed past us.

"JAMIE!" James yelled as the said girl ran through the corridor.

I caught a glimpse of her face, and noticed her red swollen eyes and the tears that ran freely down her cheeks.

I was about to run after her, but I was stopped by a hand on my shoulder.

I turned to face professor McGonagall, who had a few tears in her own eyes.

"I would leave her alone for some time."

"Why?" Remus asked.

McGonagall let out a shaky breath, "She'd just lost her parents."

The four of us gasped. I turned to look in the direction my best friend just ran, but she was long gone.

"How?" James asked.

"Death Eaters."

We all looked at each other, and nodded at McGonagall. We decided to leave Jamie alone for some time as we made our way to the common room.

"I can't believe it," I said, looking up at the ceiling.

The four of us were in our dorm, laying on our beds.

"Can't believe what?" Peter asked.

"That Jamie's parents are dead you douche bag!" James yelled.

Peter let out a very quiet, "oh."

"I mean, hasn't she been through enough already?" I continued as if I was never interrupted, "In a space of just over three months, she'd been kidnapped, she met the most evil wizard in the world, who starved, thirsted and almost tortured her to insanity, she'd been hit with nine Cruciatus curses at once, blamed herself for the death of Emily Collins, almost got killed by a bunch of stupid snakes and now she became an orphan."

"I feel so sorry for her," Remus said, "No wonder she wants to be on her own. I hope she wont suffer from depression."

We laid in silence for a while, but James broke it.

"I wonder where she'll live now."

"Probably with her brothers," Peter said.

"I don't think she will. They're only nineteen, and they work most of the day. They wouldn't be able to look after a twelve-year-old girl," Remus reasoned.

"Do you think they'll put her in an orphanage then?" I asked.

"I won't let them put her in an orphanage," James said quietly, "I had a friend that lived in one. They are absolutely terrible. They would treat Jamie like a freak because she'd have to go to a special school every year. She'd be bullied and teased. That would just make her suffer more then she needs to."

"I agree completely," I agreed.

"Same," the other two boys said.

"But what can we do to stop her going to an orphanage?" Remus asked.

"No idea."