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Well Fuck You Then Rat Boy (Marauders era Fanfic)

5 .: Freya’s POV :.

I’m warm. Much too warm.

And sticky too.

All together, not a great welcome back into kinda-sorta-consciousness. I tried to open my eyes but found them supremely uncooperative.

Huh…that’s weird…why cant I open my eyes?

Or are they actually already open and I’ve just gone blind?

You would know if you had your eyes open even if you were blind wouldn’t you? I tried feeling if there was any sort of breeze on my eyes but didn’t really notice anything.

Giving up on the eyeball front I suddenly became aware of something squishy and large in my grasp. I realised with surprise that it was a hand.

Is someone voluntarily holding hands with me?

No of course not! Who would? I don’t have any friends and this feels a little too personal for Madam Pomfrey’s practical and strict manner.

Actually, come to think of it why am I in the hospital ward? Because that’s definitely where I am. Theres no mistaking that smell of cleanness.

Finally succeeding in prying my eyes open I blink fuzzily a moment before my eyes focused up and I was free to study my surroundings; white walls and white beds with white sheets. I myself am currently tucked into the white sheets of one of the white beds.

This is unsurprising. When you’re Hogwart’s personal punching bag you tend to become well acquainted with the medical department.

Still, it would be nice to know how I got here.

Also to know what this squishy warm dealie is because it can’t be a hand.

First things first, lets assess the damage..

I look down at myself and what I see isn’t all too reassuring. My entire body -or what I can see of it- is covered in horrible scabby burns. It looks like someone’s put an ointment on them cuz the skin around most of the burns has turned a kinda yellow colour.

How lovely.

Resolving to try not to think too hard about this, I take a look at the mystery object clenched within my right hand.

I freeze….and when I say freeze, I mean like a blood stilling, muscle tightening, butt clenching stillness of a freeze.

Oh no no no no no no no…

Couldn’t they leave me -a poor injured girl- alone? Was it their fault I’m here? What sort of sick people would wait for someone to wake up, just to get an early start on making that someone’s life unbearable?

Remus Lupin slept on. He had his hand in mine and was dozing peacefully with his head resting on his arm.

Shitshitshitshitshitshit and double shit!

I bit my lip tensly and frantically flapped the hand that wasn’t currently in the clutches of my enemy through the air.

Fuuuuuuuccckkkk! Ohhh buggering stinky house elf turds!!!

What do I do?! I cant risk waking him, there’d be hell to pay!

Half an hour later, after several attempted escapes, a bajillion panic attacks and a brief moment of me just rocking softly and muttering “Why is it always me?” I had given up.

I was currently shrunk right to the edge of the bed, as far away from the dastardly hand thief as physically possible.

Oh twiddling hipporgriff bogies.

.:Remus’s POV:.

I awoke groggily, still in the uncomfortable position that I had fallen asleep in and with the makings of what promises to be an almighty crick in my neck. I sigh, rolling my shoulders to loosen the knot forming.

Brilliant. Juuust bloody brilliant.

I then attempt to sit up…but stopped dead in my tracks.

[marauderimagines]

Well Fuck You Then Rat Boy (Marauders era Fanfic)

4 .: Freya's POV :. It was a dreary Wednesday morning in the middle of our third week back, and I was spending breakfast with the adorable army of Hogwarts house elves in the school kitchens. "Can Diggy get miss anything else this morning?" Came the squeaky voice of my most beloved elf. I met her two years ago while on the run from the moron-squad, she had popped out of nowhere, grabbed my hand and the next thing I knew I was in the kitchens; surrounded by the wondrous sights and smells of delicious food, and the ever so slightly unnerving peering eyes of many, many house elves. I smiled kindly down at one of my only friends. "No thank you Diggy. And I've told you before, call me Freya" Diggy's cheeks light up and she shuffled about in a pleased sort of way, looking down at her socked feet. "Miss Freya is most kind, most kind to Diggy" "Ahh don't mention it Diggster" i grinned and went back to sipping my tea. My thoughts again turned to the marauders and their impending revenge. I wasn't stupid enough to think they'd let me get away with embarrassing them as I had, this was part of the reason I was down in the kitchens before lessons. I was hiding. Hiding pretty damn well if i say so myself. But the time came, as it inevitably would, to go to lessons. This being a school and all. I groaned and slumped off my seat, patting Diggy affectionately on the head as I passed and making my way to my first lesson of the day. Potions. The kitchens weren't far from the dungeons where potions lessons were held, so I took my sweet time as I dawdled, thinking about the pros and cons of corn-on-the-cob. I continued to ponder this, the most yellowy of vegetables, as I entered the classroom and sat at my customary seat in the back-iest part of the very back of the room. .: Sirius's POV :. I snuck another peek over my shoulder at the blonde haired, green eyed annoyance that was Freya Pettigrew. Prongsie and I had set it up so that her cauldron would spontaneously explode at a random point while she was working. We grinned at each other secretively, stifling our laughter so we wouldn't get another lecture from dear old Remmiekins. As the lesson wore on my excitement grew. Today we were brewing Acidic Stinging-Syrup! This was gonna be even better than we'd thought! I leaned back in my chair with a knowing smirk on my face, waiting for the inevitable boom and pathetic squeals from Pettigrew. Vengeance shall be mine! MWA HA HA HA HA HA HAAAAA! .: Remus's POV :. Something was up. I had a reaaally bad feeling about the little glances James and Sirius kept throwing at Peter's sister and at each other. But before I could so much as open my mouth to ask my friends what nefarious acts they had planned there was a great boom followed by a high pitched and pained scream, both of which came from the back of the room. I whipped round quick enough to see Freya fall to the floor, writhing and moaning as the deeply acidic potion burned away at her clothes and skin, leaving angry, bloody patches and disgustingly painful looking burns behind in their wake. I turned wide eyed to my shocked friends who were staring helplessly at Freya's now unconscious, twitching body. I knew without a doubt that the guilt I saw in their eyes as they lifted to meet mine was all too real. "...What have you done...?" ................................................................

[marauderimagines]

Well Fuck You Then Rat Boy (Marauders era Fanfic)

3 .: Freya's pov :. Ever since my little outburst at the beginning of year feast, or as I mentally call it, the signing-of-my-own-death-warrant-that-may-or-may-not-result-in-me-being-hung-by-my-ears-from-the-astronomy-tower. Granted it's not very catchy but I really feel that it captures the spirit of the event. Anyway, as I was saying, ever since the incident the whole school has either steered clear of me or have put it upon themselves to take out personal revenge against me on behalf of the moron-squad. Sometimes I feel like the only sane one in this place. Everyone else seems to be completely and tragically brainwashed by the marauders. All those girls -and a few boys- following them around like love sick zombies. WHY everyone loves them I will never know. As far as I could tell they were pompous bullies with nothing better to do in their lives than duff me up every five seconds. Still, I suppose any fate is better than being a love zombie. I wonder if it's contagious.... Nah cant be, would've caught on by now if it were. Or maybe you have to be bitten... I don't recall ever being bitten, although I wouldn't put it past some people. The way the love zombies treat me, you'd think that I killed the marauder's entire families before them horrifically as they watched. 'They' being my brother and his friends, not the fangirls. Geeze, you'd have to be some next level evil to kill some peeps in front of other peeps just to be a bitch. That ain't me folks. I'm coooool I'm cooly McCool I'm Mrs ice-cold You can trust me not to torture ya fam-a-lam in front of you. Why? Cuz im coool B) Besides; if I were to murder Peter's entire family, that would -unfortunately- include myself. And wouldn't he just love that! So no peter! Im not killing myself. How'd ya like them un-suicidal apples??!?! But all metaphorical apples aside, as of yet, the marauders have done nothing to me. And I mean nothing. No name calling. No sneak attack beatings. No humiliating pranks. Nothing! I should be ecstatic right? I mean my most vicious bullies had left me alone for a solid week! By all rights I should be skipping about the place, my bruise-free face grinning like a fish finger. But I couldn't shake the feeling that they were planning something.... That they were just leaving me alone only to hit hard with some elaborate payback. With this in mind I made my way to transfiguration with a worried frown etched on my face. ........................................... .: Sirius's POV :. "Padfoot, I said NO!" "But Moony, she yelled at us in front of the whole school!" "So what?! Everything she said was true" I rolled my eyes, oh Remmy and his overreactingly gullible conscience... James rolled over onto his side to glare at Moony "Are you calling me big headed?" Remus sighed and got up from where he sat slouched on his bed and started pacing in front of us. "Look, just.... Can you give it a rest? Just leave the girl alone" He looked tired and haggard, the dark circles under his eyes giving him a gaunt look. I felt a small pang of guilt at his words. Maybe it is time we left her alone.... When he got no reply from us Remus huffed dejectedly and stalked out of our dorm. James, Peter and I sat in semi-guilty silence for all of about thirty seconds "So I'm thinking bat bogey curse and maybe some nifflers in her school bag to start with" James piped up merrily and with that all feelings of remorse quickly turned into gleeful anticipation of our revenge against the little bitch This is gunna be good >:D ................................................................