Meant to Be (A Marauders Fan-Fic)

Everyone knows the Marauders, James Potter, Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, and Peter Pettigrew. But they don't know about us. The times when the Marauders haven't played the prank that got them into shit, we have, but we intend to go all out his year. I am part of a group, or pack of troublemakers. My name is Pitch, and I am a Miscreant...


16. 15|| Holy Crap, Pitch did her Own Homework

Pitch's POV

   I threw up for the fifth time that day. I'd lost so much weight, I could give Moaning Myrtle a run for her money. I still stuffed my face silly at meal times, so hopefully my friends think I've just lost weight due to stress.

"Hey, Pitch? You coming to Hogsmead? We're all going to get coffee at Madam Puddifoot's," Lily offered.

"Nah, I'm fine with staying here. For once I'm actually going to attempt to consider trying to maybe look at my homework," I stated proudly. I was proud of the way I'd worded it, not actually planning to do homework.

"Oh my God! Go Paws!" my stupid friend mocked me. I rolled my eyes.

"Oh, just fuck off to Hogsmead," I laughed. She said goodbye and joined the others going to Hogsmead, while I headed the library with all my homework stuff shoved into my bag. There I met the not-so-famous-but-unknown werewolf, Remus Lupin.

"Hi there, Remmie," I grinned.

"Oh, hi Pitch. Doing homework for once?" he asked, not looking up from his books.

"Believe it or not, yes. And Lily didn't have to hex me to do it," I replied, sitting down at his table.

"Congratulations," he mumbled, really absorbed in whatever he was doing. I decided to get on with homework, but one look at the Transfiguration notes (that Lily wrote), and I nearly slammed my head against the table. I chose to start with Defence Against the Dark Arts, probably my favourite subject ever, and by far the easiest for me, and work up to Magical History, the most boring in the world. I mean, seriously, I'm not going to apply for a job, say, as an Auror and have to know who the hell Olaf the Ignorant, or whatever he's called, is. Or who won the five hundred and something war about god knows what.

   Anyway, I breezed through the DADA essay about boggarts and how to defeat them, then I did Potions, Charms, Herbology, Care for Magical creatures, Transfiguration and History. Dangerfield, Slughorn, Flitwick, Sprout, McGonagall and blasted Whatshisname the ghost. Crap, I can't even remember his name. I think it's Dustbinns, or something. But still, I don't understand why people do homework. Jeez, I usually just copy Lily and add a couple of purposeful mistakes to make it look like my work.

"How you going?" Remus asked me.

"Fine, just a couple more lines for the History essay......... aaaand I am done!" I grinned, slamming my pencil down in triumph. I'd only been working non-stop for a couple of hours, but I'd finished homework without Lily being there. Oh god, I am going to fail miserably, but I do not care.

"Nice job, Pitch. Do you want me to go over it for you?" he chuckled. I nodded, pushing my piles of parchment over to him. While he did that, I practised a couple of spells I needed to improve.

"Well, you've made a few mistakes, but not too many. You actually can be smart. Unlike Sirius..." he trailed off. I clenched my jaw, but said nothing. Everyone thought I didn't like hearing Black's name because he hurt me, but actually because it was too hard to hear it without making me think about him.

"I've been telling Lily that for four years," I said half-heartedly, after the long and awkward silence.

"Well, now you can sat you we're right," Remus grinned.

"Yeah. Well, I guess I should go then. I'll see you later, Remmie," I yawned. He waved, and I left the library with my pile of homework. But, for some bloody reason, luck likes turning against me, because who do I bump into? That's right, Sirius freaking Black. Yep, and the impact sent all of my homework flying around. Bloody brilliant.

"Bugger, now I have to sort it all again. Thanks a lot, Black," I muttered, crouching down and beginning to retrieve my homework.

"Here, let me help you," he offered softly, bending down and picking up a roll of parchment.

"How come you aren't in Hogsmead?" I asked, making conversation. Not that I cared, because I definitely didn't. Not about him, anyway.

"I didn't feel like wandering around in a place filled with people. Why aren't you there? I though you'd be on a date with your new boyfriend," he said, his tone surprising me at how cold it was.

"I stayed behind to finish some homework, the homework we're busy picking up now. And I don't have a boyfriend," I replied, a little confused.

"Don't lie to me, Pitch. I saw him kiss you and wrap his arm around you in the Great Hall this morning," he growled. I thought back, and started laughing.

"That was Frank Longbottom! He kisses every girl on the cheek. And he had his arm around me because he felt sorry for me after what you had done to me. Besides, he has a girlfriend. Why do you care, anyway? I was just a stupid bet to you. Just another notch in your belt," I hissed. I snatched the parchment from his hands and stood up. Black looked a little embarrassed.

"Oh, uh..." he trailed off, obviously lost for words. Taking no more notice of him, I turned on my heel and marched up to the Gryffindor common room.

"Butt trumpet," I said, when the Fat Lady asked for the password. She swung open after scowling at me, still pissed off with me after my Halloween drunken episode. After dumping my pile of homework on my bed, I ran out of the castle, ready to play in the snow. It was something I was never allowed to do when I still lived with my parents, so I made it my mission to enjoy the snow every time I can.

   Ugh, I couldn't stop thinking about Sirius! The stupid fool was running through my mind, and every time I tried to think of something else, it made me think of Black. I really needed a distraction, and little did I know that one would be coming soon...

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