Chapter 1 : The Outsiders
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Jamie sighed audibly. She was clearly not going to get any work done today. She lifted her head to see Albus Potter, Rose’s cousin making his way to their table. His glasses were slightly crooked which made his green eyes seem off, but he strode confidently through the library like only a Potter can.
She returned to staring at the parchment that already contained half of her Charms essay. He was coming to talk to Rose, who was sitting next to Jamie, not her anyway. But it was impossible to ignore his boisterous conversation once he sat down next to them. This is why he always got kicked out of the library.
“Rose, Rose, Rose…” He said with a large grin on his face. “So that Transfiguration homework you were going to help me with? You think we could postpone until tomorrow during free period? Some stuff just came up and I’m going to be busy… for a while, hopefully.”
He ended with a cocky wink and looked expectantly at his cousin. Rose automatically rolled her eyes and responded, “Got a new girl already, Al? You just broke up with Connie a week ago.”
“Well I’m not the type to ever turn down an opportunity.” He smirked and made to get up. “So free period tomorrow?”
Rose waved her hand in dismissal. “Yes, yes. I’ll meet you here. Go be a manwhore and leave us alone.”
He gave her a sloppy kiss on the cheek. “Thanks, Rosie. This is why you’re my favorite cousin. I’ll see you later. Bye, uh, Jamie?”
Without waiting to have it confirmed that that was in fact her name, he turned and strutted back out of the library.
Jamie watched his back with surprise etched into the lines of her face. She had no idea he knew her name, even if he was unsure about it. He had no reason to know it. Well, they had both been in Gryffindor for over 5 years together now, but they had never had a conversation.
“What’s that look for?” Jamie turned to find Rose watching her intently.
Rose was really Jamie’s only friend in school… or out of school for that matter. And they were only friends because Rose practically forced herself on Jamie. Long ago she had decided that it was much easier to keep her distance from people, to avoid getting too attached. And even though she considered Rose a friend, she still definitely kept her at arm’s length at all times. She had never told Rose anything about herself and kept her thoughts pretty much to herself.
This, however, did not keep Rose from telling Jamie her own secrets. For instance, Jamie was the only person that knew Rose had been having a secret relationship with Scorpious Malfoy for almost a year now. It was Jamie’s theory that Rose thought telling Jamie things like that would make Jamie open up to her and they might actually be able to be real friends.
What Rose didn’t know was that Jamie had closed herself off from a very young age. She had never opened up to anyone. Ever. And she had no plans to start. Her past was her business, not anyone else’s.
So now people mostly knew her as “that quiet sixth year Gryffindor” or “Rose Weasley’s shy friend”, and that was the way she liked it.
“I just didn’t know he knew my name.” Jamie replied quietly, which was basically her only volume.
“Why wouldn’t he?” Rose scoffed. “You’ve had classes together for six years running, and you’re in the same house. I would be ashamed of him if he didn’t.”
I raised my eyebrows questioningly at this, thinking off the conversation that had just happened. Rose made a face and said, “You’re right, I’m ashamed of him anyway. But he’s my cousin and I love him.”
With that she checked her watch and began to pack her things.
“Meeting Scorpious?” Jamie questioned. That was the only reason Rose ever stopped studying this early.
She blushed like only a ginger can and nodded, “Yeah, in just a few minutes.” She paused and watched her for a moment. Jamie ducked my head under her scrutiny. She finally continued, “Jamie, can I tell you something?”
Jamie nodded slowly, unsure what was coming.
Rose took a deep breath and leaned close to her. “I’m in love with him.”
Definitely not what she had been expecting. “Well, that’s great, Rose.” Unsure of what else to say, she forced a smile onto her face.
“I know!” Rose looked positively giddy now. “He’s so amazing and I feel so great when I’m with him. It’s more than I could ever ask for.”
Jamie just nodded along. This was definitely not her area of expertise. She had never been in any sort of relationship with a member of the opposite sex. And she was not looking for one either.
“Well, I have to go meet up with him. I’ll see you back in the dorm, yeah?”
And then she left.
Jamie appreciated the quiet and the solitude that they library provided, but when Rose studied with me, there was always Weasleys and Potters running in and out. She played the mom role of the large family so they all came to her for everything. It was obnoxious.
But she knew she shouldn’t stay long. She needed to get her work done and get back up to Gryffindor tower before the corridors cleared out too much.
With that in mind, Jamie turned back to her Charms essay.
Jamie had never shied away from hard work, in school or out. She got good marks in all her classes, and pushed herself even harder when she came across a concept that she struggled with, which was rare. She couldn’t stand up against people like Rose or the majority of Ravenclaw House though, who were incredibly naturally smart. But she did well enough. The important thing was that she knew she had worked her hardest. Whatever was produced from that was enough.
She had never tried to be anything more than she was. The students left her alone and the teachers respected her and that was all she needed.
After the Charms essay was finished, she pulled out her potions book and reviewed the chapter and potion that Professor Guston had told them they would be working on the next day.
When she looked up again, the library was empty save herself and the librarian.
Shit. She checked the time and realized it was 15 minutes until curfew. How could she let time get away from her like that?
She stuffed her books in her bag and tried to remain calm as she left. She was shaking slightly as she turned down one corridor and then another. She didn’t let herself get her hopes up. He always came when she was out late by herself.
Jamie gripped her wand in her hand and kept her eyes alert. She pushed into a secret hallway that Rose had shown her once. It was a short cut to the tower and she was positive he didn’t know about it. Unfortunately, she was still a good walk away from the tower even with the short cut.
She wasn’t surprised when she felt her wand being pulled out of her hand. She cursed the day he had learned nonverbal spells.
She turned, fist clenched to face her attacker and saw exactly what she expected to see.
Richard Montangue was twirling her wand in his fingers and smirking in a disgustingly evil way. “It’s been a while, Jamie. Did you miss me?”
Jamie didn’t respond.
She didn’t run either. She had learned a couple of years ago that running did no good.
He approached her slowly, confidently. When he was close enough, he brushed her cheek with his thumb. She jerked away violently at his touch, but he just grinned. He knew how scared she was and he reveled in it. It was disgusting.
He played with a strand of her short, dark hair and said, “tsk, tsk. You act like you don’t want this, Jamie. Why do you do that?”
A feeling of utter revulsion built up inside of her. She had spit into his face before she knew what she was doing.
He didn’t hesitate before throwing her up against the wall and pushing his body against her. “How dare you, you little bitch!”
He secured her hands above her head and no matter how much she squirmed; she couldn’t get around his incredibly built body.
His lips crashed against hers and suddenly she was in déjà vu. It happened the same way every time. After he kissed her, he would force her into the nearest empty classroom or broom cupboard or whatever he could find. That was about the time she gave up fighting. She had found that the whole thing gave him less pleasure if she didn’t fight him and just laid there while he defiled her.
He always tried to get a reaction from him as he moved inside of her, but she refused.
This time would be no different.
He pushed her into an empty classroom and pushed her against the wall.
To the shock of both of them, somebody yelled, “Hey!”
All of a sudden he was gone. Not expecting to be released so quickly, she fell to the ground in a heap.
She heard people scuffling near her, but didn’t look up. Her mind was going a mile a minute. Tears welled up in her eyes at the idea that she had a reprieve from this horrible cycle.
“Jamie? Jamie?” A hand touched her shoulder. “Are you okay?”
She looked up into the intense, green eyes of Albus Potter.
He offered his hand to help her up and she took it. “I’m fine. I’m fine.”
She looked into his eyes again and saw the rage that filled them. Even though it wasn’t directed at her, but at her attacker, she ran.
She hurled herself through the door of the classroom and didn’t look back.
But she wasn’t fast enough. Not halfway down the corridor, he grabbed her arm.
“What the hell, Jamie? What’s going on?” He was a little annoyed with Jamie now. She could see it in his face even though it was still full with anger at Richard. He hadn’t expected her to run.
“Albus, thank you, but please let go of my arm.” She pleaded and attempted to pull her arm out of his grasp. She was surprised that he allowed her to pull it free, and she began to walk away quickly.
“But… but we need to go to McGonagall! She needs to know that the creep is attacking girls…” He was following closely behind her and wasn’t going to let it go like she had hoped.
“No! No, you can’t tell her! You can’t tell anyone, Albus!” Now it was Jamie grabbing Albus’ arm. She was frantic that he was considering going to the headmistress.
“What on earth are you talking about?! Of course we have to tell her!” He threw his arms up in the air. “If you don’t, I will.”
“Albus, please! I’m begging you not to do this. I can’t handle that. Just let it go.” The tears were back, threatening to spill over.
Albus pulled back a bit, clearly uncomfortable with her crying. Finally, he crossed he arms and said, “Fine. I won’t tell for now. But, but… I just…” He looked helplessly around the corridor. “I guess… if it happens again, you have to tell someone.”
“That’s not going to happen.” Jamie told him honestly. “If I wanted anyone to know I could have told them two years ago.”
His eyes immediately widened at the information she had just given him and Jamie cursed herself when she realized what she had said.
“Two years? Two fucking years, Jamie?” She thought he had been mad before. He was furious now. She cowered away from him and wrapped her arms around herself.
“Albus, please.” She said quietly.
He softened a tiny bit at her words and ran his hands through his hair. “Fine. It’s your decision. I won’t say anything. But I think you’re wrong.”
Just then they reached the portrait hole. Without hesitation or a look back at Albus, she gave the password, climbed through and went up to her dorm.