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Polychromatic by HarryPotter is my LIFE
Chapter 58 : Summer Gone/Month of Tears
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And I was right there beside him all summer long
And then the time we woke up to find that summer gone
. . .
September saw a month of tears
-Taylor Swift

“Anastasia! Anastasia, dammit! You have to let go!”

No, no I didn’t. I didn’t have to let go at all.


Yet, Sirius kept insisting that I did.

“Anna, you really should stop.”

Great, now Remus is on his side too.

“Let go of him, Anna,” Pete advised.

“Anna, you cannot hold onto Sirius’ leg. This will not magically make him follow you to Hogwarts.”

Fine! You’re all bloody against me! I hate you all!

However, since they all were against me, I let go of Sirius’ leg; I refused to get up from the ground, though, and remained lying on the hard ground.

“Anna, get up.”

“No!” I sat up and crossed my arms over my chest, pouting.

“Anna, stop acting like you’re five.”

“No!” I pulled my arms in tighter and stuck my bottom lip out further.

“We’ll leave," he threatened.

I glared at him. “I don’t care. I’m going to be upset and pout.”


He beckoned towards the gate of the platform and the rest of the Marauders went to follow him.

Dammit. I really do know how to dig myself into a hole, don’t I?        

“No, please come back,” I whined. Sirius turned around and smirked; he seemed to be quite enjoying the whole thing. James, meanwhile, seemed to be off in a different land. Pete was glancing around the platform and eyeing the older girls appreciatively, and Remus’ eyes were darting around, as if he was looking for someone in particular.

I sighed, and stood up, stomping my foot angrily; as long as Sirius knew I was still angry, I was willing to pretend to be slightly grown-up.   

All of a sudden Remus jumped into the air and spazzed in a very seizure-like manner. He ran over to me and spun me around so that I was facing the train, rather than the barrier.

“Remus, what’s going-”

“Oi! You lot! Come stand over here with me!” he called at the just-as-confused-as-me remaining Marauders. James, Pete and Sirius looked confused, (when did they not?) but took their places next to Remus anyway. Sirius, after a few seconds jumped and spazzed in a way quite similar to how Remus had a few moments few, though he looked rather surprised, as well.

“Oh my-”

“Shut up!” Remus threw his hand over Sirius’ mouth. Sirius looked curiously at Remus, and by that point in time, I was just about curious enough to turn around and-

“No!” Remus grabbed my shoulder, stopping me as I had begun to turn back towards the barrier.

“Why?” I asked. “Who’s there that I can’t see?”

“No one,” Remus answered quickly, though he still threw a glance over my shoulder at something behind me. “I just . . . Wanted to show you my new dance.”

And so, Remus began to disco. No, I’m not kidding. He’s that much of a creep.

But, it wouldn’t be the first time that he threw himself down on the tracks in order to keep someone else’s secret.

I was about to ask Remus what the hell was going on when a freezing cold pair of hands clapped over my eyes. I let out a high-pitched shriek in response.

Don’t judge me . . . I was caught off-guard.

“Guess who!” That wasn’t going to be very difficult. The voice, an obviously-fake, high falsetto had to belong to someone I talked to, and that narrowed it down quite a bit.

My first (and only) guess was Darren, but I was pretty sure it wasn’t him. His hands were softer than those covering my eyes . . . I would know.

Damon? No, he was in Greece.

Jason? No, he was saving peoples’ lives.

Lily? Well . . . No, but I had no idea where the hell she was.

And then, I was out.

“I give up. Tell me.”

“No.” The owner of the voice kept up with the falsetto.

“Yes. Please. I don’t like guessing games.”

“I remember.”

Damn you! Tell me who you are, now!

“Remus!” I whined. I knew he knew who it was. “Sirius? James? Pete?” I knew they did as well. Apparently, they were all in on something and I wasn’t.

“Not saying.”

Hmph. Fine.

“It's God,” I joked.

“Hey, you’re right!” the voice said. Except that this time, it wasn’t that falsetto. And the voice was quite familiar. Almost like I knew it in a distant memory . . .

“Tell me!” I demanded.

“Fine.” The person uncovered my eyes and spun me around. “Surprise!”

And standing in front of me was an old friend. The first person I really talked to other than the Marauders, my first real snog, you know, that old hate.

“Shit! Stephen! What the hell are you doing here, man?!” I was excited. I was thrilled. I now had two (and half, if you counted Dora) friends with me at Hogwarts this year.

Through my excitement and the year apart, the awkwardness that had set in during the last few weeks of me and Stephen’s relationship was gone.

“I convinced my parents to let me come back for Seventh year, after I promised to go back and help them out next September.”

“That’s fucking awesome!” I cried, throwing my arms excitedly around his neck; he was taller than I remembered . . . Probably somewhere around the same height as James.

The hustle and bustle around our happy little group increased. It was ten-fifty, and the train was soon to be departing.

Of course, all good things end, and my temporary excitement of seeing Stephen again was overpowered by the thought of me not seeing my boys for a whole long time.

“They’re not coming back this year,” I whined to Stephen.

His hair was longer, and a little bit darker, probably from the lack of sunlight he got in the ice-box they call a continent. His skin was far more pale and fluorescent-looking.    

“Oh, stop whining.”

Dammit, why are all boys always on the same side?

“Now, grab your stuff. Knowing you, you’ll trip and fall and then we won’t get a compartment on time, so we have to start early.”

I stuck my tongue out at him. Stupid twat thinks he can come back from penguin-land and start insulting me again, right away. No, sir, that’s a privilege; you have to earn it.   

So I kicked him in the bum (really hard) as he was walking. I won.

But then my foot missed the ground when I went to put it back down. I fell on my face. Fuck my life.

No one came to my rescue - typical.

Sirius, however, did pick up my trunk and start off towards the train.

“And that’s what you get for kicking me,” Stephen taunted.

I stuck my tongue out at him and hoisted up my jeans, which were a little too big and liked to slide down my bum.

“Has anyone seen Darren?” I asked.

James and Pete had sped ahead to walk in line with Sirius, but Remus, who had hung behind, shook his head. “Who’s Darren?” Stephen asked.

Wow, I forgot how much this kid missed.

“You’ll meet him later,” I promised.

The whistle blew; five minutes.

“Hurry up!” Sirius called, before lifting my trunk onto the train and climbing in after it.

I pouted and quickened my pace. A minute later, I was walking through the corridors for Stephen and the Marauders. A minute after that, we were settling into the compartment. A minute after that, Stephen and I were lounging and the Marauders were crowded in the doorway, saying goodbye.

It was two minutes before the train departed, and I was nearly bawling. “I’m going to miss you guys so much!” I tried to hug all four of them at the same time . . . It didn’t work out too well.

“Anna, we’ve got to go,” Remus reasoned, as the last-minute bell sounded. “We can’t be on this train when it leaves.”

My face was stuck in a permanent frown as I watched their backs walk quickly down the corridor. Sirius was the last to go, waving sadly. They had just hopped off the train, when I couldn’t take it anymore. “Wait!” I shouted. I sprinted down the corridor in less than ten seconds and leapt straight from the edge of the train into Sirius’ arms.

Luckily, he’d been expecting some sort of stupid move on my part, and caught me soundly.

“I’m going to miss you,” I mumbled quietly into his shoulder. “. . . You’re my best friend.”

Sirius held me tightly. “Oh, shut up, Anastasia. Unlike you, some of us have feelings; I might cry.”

Truth be told, I was right about to cross my own threshold of waterworks.

But I didn’t know how to deal with that sort of thing. From my first train ride to Hogwarts, the Marauders were always there. And in the past few years, Sirius had been there for me more than anyone else.

I was going to miss his long, swishy black hair. And his bright grey eyes, and his unrealistically white teeth that I got to see every time he laughed. (Which was often.)

I was going to miss the person that I could mess around with, and I was going to miss the person who always caught me when I fell. (That was partially literal, right there.)

Hell, I was just going to miss every single bit of him.

“I love you, man.”

“I love you to, nutter.”

The final whistle blew, and the train began to move very slowly. I couldn’t hold onto him anymore. I tried, trust me, but he tore me off of him and put me on the train.

I stuck my head out the doorway until I could no longer see Sirius, or any of my other best mates crowded behind him.

Sad and dejected, I walked back to the compartment.

Stephen was flipping through the Daily Prophet when I walked in. He was about to say something when the sliding glass door burst open a second time.

“What’s up, my peeps!”

Godric, Darren. You are the biggest creep I have ever met.

Stephen was staring oddly at the newcomer.

“This,” I informed Stephen. “Is Darren.”

They nodded at each other (in that ‘manly’ way) and Darren tossed his trunk into the corner of the compartment.

“Did you see that Fifth year, Dani? She got hot over the summer . . . This is going to be a fun year.” Leave it to Darren. The first thing he says would be an allusion to sex.

Stephen spared Darren an amused glance. Perhaps it was that sentence that warmed Stephen up to Darren. (Perhaps he thought he was kidding.) Whatever the circumstance, Stephen clapped him on the back and said, “This is going to be a fun year.”

Psh! Fuck that!

A/N: Wow, that was quite possibly the longest wait between updates I've had in a while. Anyways,  I hit a little creative bump in the road with this chapter, and I pretty much forced it out of my brain. However, the next chapter is getting to be quite long, and features Bria, who is the protagonist of the parter story to Polychromatic that I mentioned a while back. But, again, sorry for the wait. The good news is that I got to do a bit of future writing, and I've written a fairly large bit (about 10,000 words) of Technicolor, which is the third story in the series. :D

A/N2: Oh! I feel terrible! I completely forgot to credit Tara.Seanan, who has  betaed the last two chapters (Darren's POV and Remus' POV.) However, I never got around to getting this one looked over because the wait was so long and I just needed this piece of crap posted so I could look beyond.

A/N3: A million thanks to everyone - partially because you guys totally freakin deserve it, and partially because I'm just in the best mood I've been in a good couple of months. :D

A/N4: On a funny note, I think this is the first time I've done a Taylor Swift song for a not-Sirius POV. :D (Though using Jessica Simpson for Remus was a tad mean.) :D

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