Credits to Winterfell_Is_Coming@ TDA
Author Notes: this is the edited version of Chapter One, because my first go sucked :/
I splash water onto my face and try to calm my shaking body. Looking in the mirror, I see an scared Gryffindor with dark brown hair and golden eyes. The door handle rattles and I jump.
"Can't hide in here forever Wolfie!" Ciara Green - the Slytherin beater - hisses. "We'll be at Hogwarts soon, then, you're dead!" She laughs, with no humour in her voice.
How am I going to get out of here? I've locked myself in Hogwarts Express' toilet, charmed it so no amount of spells will ever open it. But then what? I can't stay in here forever. I'm going to have to run, and even then there is no guarantee that I am going to escape.
Why? Why me? I have never done anything to her! My father has hurt hundreds of families and none of them have taken it out on me. But I am not my father, although everyone treats me like I am.
I feel the train come to a halt, and prepare myself, one, two, three...
I quickly remove the spells, so the door flips open. Ciara is waiting. I go through her legs, and sprint to the exit. She grabs me by my hood, and pulls me back, "you can't escape that easy..."
I limp into the Great Hall, trying to conceal my injuries. Pulling up my hoodie up to hide the nose bleed, I make my way to the Gryffindor Table.
"Jessia Greyback why are you not in school uniform!" Calls a voice from behind me. Professor Longbottom - headmaster of Hogwarts - grabs me by the back of my hoodie into the Entrance Hall. He pulls down my hood and gasps.
"What in merlin has happened to your face? Who did it?"
"Look Jessia, if you need anything - "
"-Yeah I know what you'll do. Pretend you care like everyone else. But I don't need you, I don't need anyone."
"So if you need me, I'll be in my dormitory, and while you'll at it - get a house elf to bring some food up. That's a good boy."
James Sirius Potter
"Did you hear about Greyback?" Freddie asks me.
"Yeah, someone beat her up. Big deal, she deserved it."
"Apparently, it was Ciara Green - you know the Slytherin Beater in the fifth year. Beaters are always the violent ones." Oli Wood Junior adds.
"We're in the fifth year too dumbass, and beaters are not violent: Fred and I are beaters and we're not violent."
"Any way, no one deserves to get beaten up by Ciara Green. Do you remember the fight Roxie had with her in the Third Year? That was ugly." Dom points out.
I roll my eyes, "That Jessia girl was asking for it. She walks around like she owns the place, which is a little sad, 'cause she doesn't have any friends."
"Anyway, James when is Quidditch practise?" Fred asks, and Dom walks off. Girls hate it when we talk about Quidditch.
"You DARE tell anyone about this - and I'll kill you - and I'm not joking. Run along Wolfie." Ciara snarls. I sprint away from here as fast as I can, and end up in the Girls Bathroom.
"Are you okay?" Says a voice behind me.
I turn round, and are met with ginger, frizzy hair. Rose Weasley, of course. The fourth year is in Ravenclaw, and is taking her OWLS a year early.
"Yeah, I'm fine." She leaves, and a silent tear runs down my cheek and onto the floor.
When I was little, my mum used to say I could be whatever I wanted to, to not be chained to my name. She said I should let people see the person I was inside, and then they would like me.
She was wrong.
James S. Potter
I watch as Jessia enters the Great Hall the next morning, everyone does. She takes a seat at the end of the Gryffindor table, close to tears.
"Poor girl." Oli says.
"Well why don't you go over there and join her then." I snap.
"James don't get angry because we feel sorry for the kid. You don't choose your family, you of all people should remember that." Fred replies.
They all get up, leaving me alone.
"Mr Potter are you listening?" Professor Longbottom asks. Even though he's the headteacher, he still teaches herbology.
"Course Neville!" I reply, sarcastically and the class laughs. Well, everyone except Jessia.
"Sir, Flitterbloom is a magical plant that has long, swaying tentacles. It bears a superficial resemblance to the deadly plant Devil's Snare, but it is harmless, so much so that wizards and witches keep it as an indoor plant or grow it in their gardens. Since Miriam Strout, a Healer at St Mungo's, mistook the potted cutting of Devil's Snare sent to a patient, detecting spells have been placed in every home and building of the wizarding world." Jessia says.
"That is right! Ten points to Gryffindor!"
Ciara Green coughs, "Teachers Pet!"
Jessia turns round, "At least I'm not the one expected to get twelve T's in her OWLS." Ciara turns red, and mutters something along the lines of 'actually its ten T's two P's.'
I collapse onto the bed in the Room of Requirement. It had been a long day, and I am exhausted. But, I can't get image of James' face out of my head, the face that concealed so much hate.
Is it better? Please tell me if you like it. Also tell me if you hate it and should have kept the other version. Also tell me If you think this is a terrible storyline and I should abandon it.
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