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Chapter 16 : Baba O'Riley
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Disclaimer: “Putain de merde” is French slang … I believe the English equivalent would be something like “Fucking hell”.
I made the chapter image. And I’m sorry if there are a lot of grammar mistakes in this one. It was a long chapter to write!!
“Don't cry, don't raise your eye. It's only teenage wasteland.” – The Who, 1971
Sirius Black huffed, ran a hand through his long hair, and fished his golden pocket watch out of his stylishly cut black dress robes. He swore when he saw the time.
“Hurry up! We’re extremely late!”
“Ugh! I’m getting ready as fast as I can!” Gemma yelled from the other side of the bathroom door. He heard a soft grumbling sound and a long string of expletives. “I told you things would go faster if you let me get ready in my dormitory! I don’t know where anything is in here!”
“It’s not my fault you didn’t wake us up on time,” he countered as he placed his hands on the door that separated them. His fingers rapped against the wood in a very bored fashion.
“It’s not my fault you looked so fit after your Quidditch practice,” she teased as she cracked the door open and stuck her head out enough to wag her tongue in his direction. Sirius could see that she was still in the middle of applying her make up since only one of her eyelids was covered with a thin line of black eyeliner. “I just had to shag you, baby! And that made us both very tired, hence the extended nap …”
“Well if you’re going to take forever, let me at least see your dress. I know you picked out something groovy during our last Hogsmeade trip.” His voice oozed with sensuality and longing.
“Never!” she cackled as she slammed the bathroom door shut. “You’re just going to have to be patient!”
“Gemma,” Sirius groaned as he placed his hands back on the door and hung his head in frustration. “We’ve already missed half the Ball. Don’t you want to see Gio play?”
“We’ve been over this, Sirius,” the Sixth Year replied. “I’ve been to every rehearsal. I don’t need to see them play right this minute. Can’t we just relax?”
“But they’re your friends! Don’t you want to support them?”
“Ah, ah, ah,” he heard her tut as she turned on the sink. “Don’t play that card, love. You’re friends with Remus but the only reason you haven’t forcefully dragged me out of here to see him is because you want to avoid Marlene.”
“Not true,” Sirius sulked as he felt intense anger bubbling up from somewhere deep inside him. A couple of stray hairs fell in front of his stormy grey eyes and with a large huff, he blew them out of his line of sight.
“You smarmy git! I can hear the strain in your voice. You don’t want things to be awkward. You know I’m right!”
Her voice was soft and playful, but cunningly accusatory. The Gryffindor quickly pushed himself away from the door and threw his hands into the air. His pulse began to race as his eyes flitted back and forth across the room.
“You know what, Gemma? I don’t like your tone. I’m fucking bored, but I’m still waiting for you. And what are you doing? Lollygagging and insinuating that I’m still attracted to one of my past flames. What rubbish! You know, I could turn the tables here. I see the way you and Remus interact. You can’t keep your eyes off him, can -”
The bathroom door immediately swung open and Gemma positioned herself in the doorway, her features bold and ready; her long blonde hair was pulled back into a low, messy bun and she had painted her lips bright red to match her long sleeved, draping gown. Yet, as Sirius eyed her hungrily, he felt a pang of disappointment run through him when he saw her extremely conservative neckline. However, it suddenly vanished when he internally smacked himself and realized how stunningly beautiful she looked.
“That’s not fair!” Gemma yelled, stomping one of her black heels against the ground in anger. “You’ve accused me twice now of fancying other blokes, but I don’t get to complain about your fan club or hint that you might be attracted to Marlene?”
“There’s nothing to say about Marlene!”
“There’s nothing to say about Remus, either! That boy is a bloody friend to me. Nothing more.”
“Then why does he act so comfortable around you? Moony never does that with girls. He’s nice to them, sure, but he totally accepts you like you’re a Marauder – and you barely speak to him! There has to be something going on between you two.”
“I know he’s a werewolf, Sirius!” cried Gemma.
She grunted heatedly and brushed past him to grab her pack of cigarettes on his nightstand. But her indiscrete nudge was not the only thing that sent Sirius tumbling backwards in shock. As she quickly placed a cigarette in her mouth, she revealed her entire rose trellis tattoo; her dress dipped from the top of her shoulders down to the small of her back. The Gryffindor desperately reached out and steadied himself against his bedpost as she lit up in front of him.
He found her to be absolutely breathtaking.
“Shit, shit!” Gemma yelped, realizing that she was breaking the rules by smoking inside the Castle. Immediately, she became flustered. She frantically tried to put out her cigarette on one of his wooden bedposts and panted as she looked for a place to set it down.
“Shhhh,” Sirius cooed behind her as he placed his hands on her shoulders. She sighed deeply as she hunched forward and Sirius frowned when he looked down at her body art. The once vibrantly red roses were slowly turning brown and weak.
“I hate fighting with people,” she muttered dejectedly, “but I seem to be doing it a lot lately.”
“What do you mean?”
“First Gio, then Remus, now you,” she exhaled as the cigarette fell from her fingers. “I’ve been fighting with all the people I truly care about.”
She looked up at him with her glassy eyes and continued.
“Do you remember when you asked me about my big dreams and I said I couldn’t tell you? Well I was reliving Remus’ memories. All of them. I know he’s a werewolf and I know that all of you are all animagi to help him transform every Full Moon.”
“So why didn’t you tell me you knew?” he questioned.
“How was I supposed to do that, Sirius? Oh hey, by the way, I know your best friend is a werewolf and you can turn into a large black canine. Isn’t that funny, since your name is Sirius, like the Dog Star? Ok goodnight, see you in the morning - glad I had to learn about your secret from my dreams instead of having you tell me yourself!”
“Fine,” he conceded as he rubbed her arms softly. “You’re right, it is a hard subject to bring up. But now that you know about Remus - and by the way, I didn't tell you because it isn't my secret to tell - I don’t want there to be any secrets between us. I want you to tell me all the important events in your life. I want our relationship to be completely transparent and honest.”
“But Sirius, there are some things I can’t tell you. Fortune telling is a dangerous art. If I change things in any way, I’m altering history. So you’re just going to have to trust me sometimes and in return, I promise to be as transparent as I can,” Gemma declared. “And while we’re on the subject of being honest, just because I’m close with other people doesn’t mean that I’m abandoning you.”
She turned around and tilted her head, smiling gently as she ran a hand down his cheek. Although he still felt a bit perturbed, he quickly put her fingers to his lips and wrapped an arm around her waist. As Sirius enveloped her into a large comforting hug, he noticed that her roses were turning red again, matching the shade of her dress.
“I love you,” he whispered urgently.
“I know,” she answered as she broke from their hug. A large smile tugged at her lips. “But really, Remus? Out of all people to fancy, you think I’m going to go after a bloke who’s been in love with a French aristocrat for the past two years? There’s no way I’m more attractive than Marianne Minot!”
Sirius’ jaw dropped in extreme shock.
“Oh fuck. That little bugger never told you, did he?”
“REMUS JOHN LUPIN!”
Remus Lupin’s head whipped around with a crack! as he strained to identify who was yelling his name and it didn’t take long for him to see Sirius barreling towards him, his lip curled with contempt as he pushed several Gryffindor Second Years out of his way. The boy pulled his best friend away from his scantily clad date, Marlene McKinnon, and dragged him by his used dress robes. The rest of the Marauders quickly noticed this act of aggression and followed their two friends; Lily immediately started spewing conversation to keep Aeryn distracted and Gemma floated behind the boys, quietly apologizing to the rest of the students and telling them to mind their own business.
“What is wrong with you?” Remus shouted as Sirius shoved him into one of the corners of the Great Hall. “Why the bloody hell are you acting so rough?”
“When were you going to tell us about Marianne?” Sirius growled.
“What about her?” James Potter asked with a confused expression as he adjusted his black frames.
“He’s in love with her. Secretly has been for the past two years. And during the first Hogsmeade trip of this term, she tried to kiss him and he ran away.”
“WHAT?” Peter exclaimed as he incredulously pushed back some of his light hair. “Merlin, why have you never told us this, Moony?”
Remus gulped and tugged at the collar of his dress robes, clearly uncomfortable. He shuddered under his friends’ harsh gazes and felt his mouth start to taste like cotton balls.
“Well, I was going to tell you tonight,” he muttered dismally.
“Why didn’t you tell us years ago?” Peter interrogated.
“Because!” the werewolf shouted desperately. “You don’t know how hard it is to constantly see someone you love but know you can never be with them.”
“What are you talking about, Moony?” James asked in disbelief. “You would make an excellent couple!”
“I’m beneath her,” Remus finally wheezed after a long pause. He felt his insides painfully constrict and he grimaced as he wrapped an arm across his stomach. The boy’s face suddenly turned ashen.
“Are you kidding me? That girl does not seem like the type to care about your status or blood,” Sirius said skeptically.
“Her family is wealthier than the Malfoys!” Remus cried out. “You honestly think she would ever be with a lowly creature like me? … Wait a minute, how do you know all of this information?”
“That’s my fault,” Gemma said meekly as she slightly raised her hand in the air. “I accidentally let it slip.”
“How does she know?” Peter asked.
“She’s a Seer, Wormtail,” Sirius answered and rolled his eyes. “She’s seen Remus’ memories in her dreams. She knows everything – about all of us.”
“Holy shit,” Peter cursed softly.
“I’m so sorry,” Gemma pleaded as she reached out to grab Remus’ hand. “I didn’t know you hadn’t told them, honest!” He saw the sadness in her eyes and immediately snapped his arm away from her, his embarrassment turning into extreme stubbornness.
“So now I finally know why Marianne has been acting like a stroppy cow for the past month or so,” James muttered to himself. “She’s been a wreck, Moony. How could you just leave her hanging there?”
Remus gulped again and started to bite his fingernails aggressively; he had been asking himself that very question ever since their kiss but never could bring himself to answer it. His relationship with Marianne was too torturous to think about, which was why he always tried to forget it existed. Her normally sleek hair turned long and unruly, the bags under her eyes turned darker every day, and she was overly aggressive when provoked ... but he never spoke to her to see if she was alright. Instead, he threw himself into a bottle of firewhiskey to drown his sorrows.
“You have to apologize,” Sirius demanded.
“Moony, you have to do it,” James warned and behind him, Peter shook his head and put his hands on his hips. The Head Boy then looked to his left and his right before putting his hand next to Remus’ ear and continued the conversation with a whisper. “We made a rule during our Third Year - if you ever start acting irrational about your lycanthropy, one of us gets to smack you across the face. Now I’m not going to do that in public, but stop being a such a dim wit and go snog the hell out of Marianne before you both cause each other any more pain!”
“I saw her go outside for a cigarette a minute ago,” Peter offered with a nudge and behind him, Sirius’ face burst into a large grin. “You should go sweep her off her feet! Come on m’boy!”
Remus stumbled backwards in shock. However, his guarded walls began to crumble when he realized he was running out of excuses. Gradually, the werewolf felt a smile creep onto his face when he finally accepted that James was completely right. He was acting irrational. A blazing confidence suddenly filled him as Tarantellegra launched into a fast paced song and as his gaze wandered, he caught Gemma’s amused expression. She winked lightheartedly in return. However, their silent conversation ended when Marlene stomped over to their location.
“What is going on here?” she demanded. For a brief moment, time stood still and Remus cocked his head to the side as he inspected his Winter Ball date. And then it hit him. Instead of taking Marianne to the Ball, he had inadvertently brought someone exactly like her – a rich, pureblood Seventh Year Ravenclaw with short brown hair and light eyes.
What the hell was he doing?
“I have to go,” he stated clearly and then with a swish of his robes, promptly left his date behind him.
He practically sprinted towards the large front doors and wormed his way through the annoying couples in order to get out to the Main Courtyard. He followed the instinctive feeling in his gut and somehow knew exactly where to find her without the Map. As his pace slowed down to a leisurely walk, he slunk behind one of the stone columns at the edge of the courtyard and tried to keep in the shadows. Although the figure several yards away from him was covered in a large black cloak, Remus knew it was Marianne. He could feel her gravitational pull the entire way from Great Hall.
Yet, as she turned her head to the side to take a puff from her skinny black cigarette holder, her eyes flashed maliciously when they settled on him. Remus felt his heartbeat cease to exist and her spiteful energy cut through him like a knife; he finally understood William Congreve’s famous line, “Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, nor hell a fury like a woman scorned”.
“Piss off, Lupin,” the Ravenclaw finally sneered and after a quick flick of her cigarette, she jutted her chin snobbishly in the other direction. “I don’t want to talk to you.”
Against his better judgment, he stepped towards her, desperate to understand her anger and make things right between them. Marianne spun around and growled defensively as she pointed her wand at him with extreme wickedness written all over her heavily made up face. Remus started to shake as his breath caught in his throat; the pureblood looked absolutely nefarious in her expensive, black, grey and white robes and the thousands of sequins on her ombre scalloped skirt shimmered in the moonlight as she jutted out her wand protectively, her arms covered in black satin gloves.
“Don’t test me,” she snarled.
“Marianne,” Remus said breathlessly, “what has happened to you?”
“You have no right to ask me that!” Her cruel voice pierced the silence around them.
“Yes I do! I care about you -”
“You care about me?” she asked incredulously. “No, you’re a heartless bastard, I think you’re incapable of caring.”
“That’s not true -”
“I don’t want to hear it!” the pureblood yelled, nudging her wands towards him again.
“Please, Marianne, there’s something I have to tell you -”
“Putain de merde! I said I don’t want to hear -”
Their argument immediately ceased when Remus did the only thing he could think of and started kissing her just as passionately as she had during their previous encounter. However, this time Marianne did not respond in kind; instead of wrapping her arms around him and deepening the kiss, she reached out and smacked him across the face. Hard. The slap echoed across the snowy courtyard and Remus staggered backwards, bewildered and astounded.
“How dare you kiss me,” Marianne seethed. “I don’t care what secret you have to tell me, I never want to speak to you again.”
Yet, for one brief moment, her stoic and malicious mask cracked and he saw all of the tremendous emotional distress behind her glassy green eyes.
“You broke my heart, Remus,” she said softly and desperately, “and I don’t think I’ll ever be able to forgive you.” And with a swish of her expensive cloak, she put her mask back on, threw her cigarette to the ground, and walked out of the courtyard, leaving the werewolf helpless and alone.
James Potter let out an extremely large, flustered breath as he paced back and forth. Next to him, Lily sighed just as anxiously, Peter squeezed Aeryn’s hand, and Sirius softly nestled his head in the crook of his girlfriend’s neck. The group clustered around the Great Hall doors, eager to hear the outcome of their friend’s confession.
“Merlin’s fucking beard, I hate waiting,” the Head Boy groaned as he threw his head back in frustration.
“I hope he doesn’t screw this up,” Sirius muttered and Gemma giggled softly as his hot breath tickled the side of her neck.
“He’ll be fine,” she reassured. “He knows what to do.”
As the Seer began to ruffle her boyfriend’s long hair, James saw a slight twinkle in her eye. It was almost as if she knew something they didn’t.
“I hope you’re right,” Peter grumbled. “I hate it when he sulks like this. He’s no fun to be around.” James gulped, silently agreeing with him. The concerned students stood dumbfounded as the live band lazily entered into a slow blues song. The mood turned serious and moments later, the group finally saw Remus trudge through the large wooden doors of the Great Hall. He looked abysmal; his skin was extremely pale and although his cheeks were dry, the Gryffindor’s eyes were red and swollen with grief.
“Remus, what happened?” Lily asked as she placed a comforting hand on his arm. He immediately swiped it away.
“She hates me,” he spat, his fickle mood turning terse and abrupt. “She never wants to speak to me again.”
James stood in silence, processing the information. Although he wasn’t good friends with Marianne, he had patrolled with her enough to know that she was not a judgmental person. She didn’t seem like the type of girl to disown someone because of his or her background. There had to be something Remus wasn’t telling them.
“I don’t believe it,” Gemma whispered incredulously as her expression turned worried and strained, as if she knew things weren’t going according to plan. “How can that be?”
“Well it’s true,” the boy snarled as he pulled out a conveniently disguised flask from deep inside his robes. He took a long, hard swig before glaring at the Hufflepuff. “So I guess you’re wrong - letting someone in makes things exponentially worse, not better.”
And after another low, guttural snarl, he swiftly exited the Great Hall. Immediately, James jumped into action and tried to follow his best friend to try and console him, but Sirius held out a hand to stop him.
“Let him be, Prongs,” he muttered. “He needs to let off some steam.” James sighed, ultimately agreeing with his best friend. He subconsciously bit his lip as he rubbed the base of his skull.
“Where did Gemma go?” Aeryn asked. “She was here a second ago.” Sirius’ head snapped around as he started to search for his girlfriend in the intensely decorated Great Hall but she was nowhere to be seen.
“She must have gone out for a cigarette,” Peter offered. “I’ll find her, I’ve got the Ma –“
“Yeah, yeah, you’re the former smoker, you know all the hotspots,” James said over him, discretely covering up his friend’s error. “Go.”
The skittish boy nodded and then slowly crept out of the Hall and the Head Boy took a deep breath as he resumed his post. He knew that if he distracted himself with work, he would be able to cope with his traumatic reality. His eyes scanned the room for any trouble and quickly noticed that Walter Davies and Severus Snape were both glaring back at him. His expression hardened.
“So wait,” Aeryn said to no one in particular, “let me get this straight. Remus has loved Marianne for years but never said anything. And then she kissed him. And then he ran away? And now she hates him? I don’t get it!”
A silence fell over them and James gulped as dread crept up his spine, unsure how to proceed. He knew Peter had never told Aeryn their friend’s deep, dark secret - and was very thankful for that fact - but as she tapped her foot waiting for an answer, the Gryffindor recognized that sooner or later, she was going to have to be brought into their inner circle. At this point, it was enviable that she would figure everything out.
“Aeryn,” Lily finally said, breaking the tension, “is that Karen Milligan wearing your dress?”
Her distraction worked. Aeryn whipped her head back and forth and when she finally saw the Seventh Year Slytherin on the other side of the room, she cried out desperately; they were indeed wearing the same capped sleeve, black and gold gown. James couldn’t help but let his face break out into a large grin as he caught his girlfriend’s devious expression. She was saving his arse, just as she had during their last major Prefects meeting, and the glimmer in her eye told him she was happy to do it.
Suddenly, as James held Lily’s gaze, the world turned brighter. He took in the way her homemade dark blue dress robes, littered with sparkles and tiny outlines of stars, clung to her female form and gleamed in the candlelight. His eyes strained further as he realized the room was transforming; the grand crystal chandeliers flickered brightly as they illumined the vast dance floor and the winter decorations they had spent hours making began to glow. The starry night sky above them suddenly turned dark and grey and swiftly began to shower the students with a soft layer of snowflakes. James’ face lit up and he stuck out his tongue desperately to catch one of the falling objects. Yet, once the snowflake hit his mouth, it popped and vanished into the air.
“It’s like a giant bubble machine, but with snowflakes!” Aeryn squealed. “And without the mess!”
“Lily,” James stated in shock, “you didn’t tell me you were planning on doing this!” The Head Girl rolled her eyes, shrugged playfully, and then smiled when she caught his gaze once more. The rest of the students in the room clapped and danced in the snow shower as Tarantellegra finished their song.
“Now this next one goes out to all the Muggleborns in attendance here tonight!” Giovanni quickly wailed in the microphone and then strummed the opening chords to The Allman Brothers’ “Midnight Rider”. As the band picked up speed, pockets of students began to shout in delight and Lily’s face exploded with excitement.
“Oh my god, I love this song,” she gushed. She quickly reached out and grabbed his hand, pulling him towards the other side of the room, and James couldn’t help but joyfully whoop with glee. He saw Sirius extend a hand to Aeryn and the four of them poured onto the dance floor, joining the other Hogwarts students. James watched as Lily moved her arms and shook her hips to the beat and when she caught him staring, she gave him a sassy, come hither look.
“Merlin, you continue to surprise me every single day,” James laughed and affectionately enveloped her with his arms. They both locked eyes, oblivious to everyone else around them.
“I never thought I’d say this, but I love you, James Potter,” she beamed, unable to contain her large smile.
“And I love you, my Lily Flower. I will love you until the day I die!”
Peter Pettigrew panted heavily as he stopped to catch his breath at the top of the Astronomy Tower. He had been tracking Gemma for the past 15 minutes but it seemed that she had evaded him once again. He hit his chest - loosening up the mucus in his lungs - and then heaved once more. When he was able to breathe properly, he stood up to his full stature and let out a sigh of relief.
“Where the bloody hell could that girl be now?” he muttered when he finally realized that he was farther away from his goal. He grunted softly and turned to find the entrance back into the Castle when he felt his blood run cold; something sinister crept up his spine and the air turned heavy and stale. His animalistic senses immediately took a hold of him and he sniffed the air cautiously.
“Luciana,” he replied breathlessly, instantly recognizing her spicy scent that hung in the cold night air. The boy’s blood began to race with anticipation. He whipped around and saw her casually leaning against the snowy railing, dressed in an expensive corseted black velvet gown, and she took a large drag from her cigarette as her cloak dipped devilishly down her left shoulder.
The logical side of Peter’s brain immediately told him to run back to his best friends and girlfriend in the Great Hall … but the greedy side told him to take his time. Desire coursed through his veins as the Slytherin eyed him hungrily and he reveled in her stare. She was such a dark beauty and could have anyone in the Castle but here she was, tempting him again. He puffed up his chest, swelling with vanity and pride. She considered him to be worthy of her attentions, which meant that he was not just some weakling that followed around the most popular blokes at Hogwarts.
He was a man.
Luciana was also magnetic and enticing and when she licked her lips, he wanted her to devour him whole. He couldn’t explain it but something inside him told him that she was the ultimate woman and that he needed to let her dominate him. After all, hadn’t they just encouraged Remus to give into his desires and stop being such a coward?
“I haven’t seen you out here in awhile,” she drawled before taking another puff. “Have you been trying to kick your nicotine habit?”
“Yes,” the boy replied sheepishly as he scratched the back of his head. “I haven’t had a cigarette in over a month now.”
“Good for you,” she sneered and then blew smoke in his direction. Peter felt his hands become prickly and agitated as his slumbering craving roared to life. The cigarette smoke was teasing and taunting him to give in and he finally let a big sigh and held out his hand.
“You wouldn’t happen to have a spare, would you?”
“I thought you’d never ask,” the Slytherin cackled softly as she reached into her black purse and pulled out a pack of cigarettes with her free hand. She tugged out a slender stick and Peter immediately trotted over to her location. Yet, when he tried to pull the cigarette out of her grasp, she grabbed his wrist and clenched it menacingly.
“Ah, ah, ah,” Luciana teased. “Not so fast.” Her smirk grew exponentially when he began to shiver under her touch. She let go of him and then circled around him, like a snake in the grass stalking its prey; Peter panted loudly and when she completed her turn, she nodded approvingly. She slipped the cigarette back between her fingers and Peter suddenly realized what she was doing.
She wasn’t offering him a smoke, she was offering him a choice.
Even though it was below freezing, a trickle of sweat slowly ran down his spine. Was he seriously considering giving into her when he had a loyal girlfriend waiting for him back in the Great Hall?
“You know what this means, now don’t you?” the Slytherin questioned menacingly. “If you take this cigarette, you’re mine. Mine to control.”
She took a puff from her own cigarette and then blew the smoke out to the side. Her gaze turned sultry and alluring.
“I’m going to make you a man of great consequence, Peter Pettigrew. Mark my words.”
Her powerful offer blinded him and his sadistic side immediately squashed all his worries about being in too deep. Luciana was his true destiny, not Aeryn and the Marauders. He quickly snatched the cigarette out of her grasp and put it in between his lips. Luciana smirked, cupped her hand around the end, and lit it with her wand. Peter took a puff and felt a large wave of relaxation crash over him as he inhaled nicotine for the first time in a long time.
“Excellent,” she purred as she grabbed his left hand and started to spin his promise ring around his finger. “Now you’re going to continue to wear this stupid ring and be your normal, idiotic self so no one suspects anything. But in the meantime, I’m going to train you in the Dark Arts and show you things that would never be allowed inside the classroom. Your pleased expression tells me you’re going to love every minute of it. I think I’ve chosen well!”
Her smirk turned into a satisfied smile as she tightened the collar of his drab colored dress robes.
“Now let me show you what a real woman tastes like.”
And with that, Peter Pettigrew sold his soul to the Devil and fell into a treachery that would eventually lead to the deaths of his best friends, James and Lily Potter.
Author’s Note (new!): Hiiiiiii, ok so don’t kill me.
To reassure you, I’m the biggest Remus/Marianne shipper out there so you’re just going to have to trust me on this one. The next round of chapters will be in the girls’ POV and Marianne definitely has an important chapter all to herself. Things are going to get better, I promise!
And muahaha, evil Peter is on the loose! I totally got inspired to write his part after I caught up on the newest Mad Men episodes. What is Luciana going to make him do? Are the evil Slytherins planning something big? Are Death Eaters knocking on Hogwarts’ door? Stay tuned, kids.
The last chapter took awhile to validate, which is why this one is done so fast. The next chapter will be out in like ... 2 weeks? It will be the Potter’s New Years Party in Lily’s POV. Hilarity will ensue :D
I HAVE ALSO ADDED A BUNCH OF CHAPTER IMAGES GO CHECK THEM OUTTTT.
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