Hey guys, and welcome back to my story! As promised at the end of my last chapter, this chapter will delve straight into the psyche of Serena Snape. This chapter marks the beginning of the depression I warned you about in the summary, so be warned, I will not hold back.
Serena sat in one of her hiding places, sobbing. Lupin didn't know how she felt, even though he said he did. He was a werewolf. He was a Gryffindor. He was a Marauder. He was a boy.
"Hello?" a quiet voice said. "Is someone there?"
Serena was up in an instant, wand raised, before realizing that it was just Moaning Myrtle. The Slytherin sat back down heavily, wand drooping.
Serena could hear Moaning Myrtle's gasp, could hear her speaking in a reassuring tone. She could barely hear the ghost through the buzzing in her ears.
What was the point? Why did she have to live this hell? First her father, then the Marauders, and now this. What had she done to deserve this hell of an existence? She didn't deserve any of this!
Serena's mind wandered down to her dormitory, where she kept a Swiss army knife in her belongings. Yes, that seemed like a good idea. The Slytherin girl got up, passing straight through Moaning Myrtle without feeling a thing, and walked out of the bathroom, heading straight for the Slytherin common room. She was about halfway there when who should appear but James Potter, Sirius Black, and Peter Pettigrew.
Serena didn't hesitate, just flicked her wand, silently and effectively Body-Binding Sirius and Disarming James. She glowered at Peter, who squeaked and hid behind James.
"Touchy, are we, Snivellus?" James said.
"Get out of my way, Potter," Serena snapped, stopping just a meter from the Gryffindor, whom, she was pleased to see, was looking slightly nervous.
"Not until you tell me what you did to Mo- Remus," James said, catching himself before accidentally calling Lupin by his Marauder nickname.
Serena raised her eyebrows coldly. "Me? I did nothing. Your rather wolfish friend was prying a little too much."
James opened his mouth to speak, but Serena could see that he didn't know what to say. That cut the Slytherin's already fraying temper. So she punched James in the nose. Twice.
James stumbled backwards,running into Peter, hands flying to his nose. He looked incredulously at Serena, who burst out crying again and pushed past him, running for her common room.
When Serena reached the common room, she flew into her dormitory, grabbed her Swiss army knife, and vanished back into the castle at large before any of her extremely bemused friends could speak to her. She just kept running through the castle, heedless of where she was going, until she found herself at the top of one of the many towers Hogwarts possessed.
Serena fell against the side of the tower, weeping uncontrollably. The male side of her mind tried to take control, but the sheer, agonizing grief of Serena's situation cut through the feeling.
Why should she live? What was the point? Only her mother loved her. Everyone else didn't know what Serena was going through, the Marauders least of all.
Except for Lupin, a small part of Serena's mind insinuated.
He doesn't know anything!
He's a werewolf. He's used to these kinds of feelings.
You don't know that.
Actually…
Serena remembered glimpsing Lupin's wrist a few times over the past years, and recognizing self-inflicted knife wounds. The Slytherin knew all about those types of wounds, and the werewolf's scars were usually too jagged to be purposefully inflicted.
Trembling, Serena pulled up the left sleeve of her shirt and flicked out the blade of the Swiss army knife. This isn't the first time you'll do this, you know, or the last, a small part of her mind murmured as the blade descended.
Yep, out comes the knife, and not for the last time in this tale.
So, I hope you enjoyed this chapter (in a morbid sort of way), and please R&R! I'll take people up on actually good ideas!