A Marauder's Tale (A Harry Potter Fanfiction)
This is the story of Fiona Lupin's life, love, friendships, and death. All credits go to J.K. Rowling.
Fiona Lupin information:
Hair: Dirty blonde
Brother: Remus Lupin
Fiona is nearly the complete opposite of Remus. He is sensible, she's hard-headed and reckless. He's modest, she's cocky. He is good at controlling his anger, she is not. See where I'm going with this?
She loves her friends and family more than anything.
Confusion and Suspicion
Fiona woke up the next morning with a thrashing headache and no clue where she was. She got out of the strange bed slowly and stood, wobbly, on her feet. She grabbed at the bedpost for help with balance and only moved when she was sure she wouldn't fall over. Once she was at the door, a wave of sick washed upon her and she had to practically dive back to the bed to make it to the bucket beside it in time.
Great, Fiona thought. Just great.
She groaned and vomited into the bucket again, last night's Firewhiskey and ale making a reappearance. She hardly even heard the door open behind her.
â€œGood morning sunshine,â€ said James, sitting on the floor beside her and leaning against the wall. â€œHow are you feeling on this beautiful day?â€
Fiona looked up from the bucket and examined her friend, who was smiling pompously. â€œJames, where the hell am I?â€
â€œPadfoot's. You showed up here last night drunk as a skunk and then passed out.â€
Fiona groaned again. â€œWell, this is fantastic. Where is that charming love of mine?â€
â€œLook up,â€ came a voice from the doorway. Fiona smiled slightly when she saw Sirius standing above her. â€œHow are you feeling?â€
â€œI'm alright. I can't remember much from last night, but I'm alright.â€
He sat down on the other side of her. â€œWell, you were pretty bad last night. I sent Remus an owl an hour ago letting him know that you were here and okay if he wanted to visit. I assume that that's okay.â€
Fiona nodded and the tension in Sirius' face softened. â€œHe's not the reason I was upset.â€
â€œWhat was then?â€
And so Fiona dove into the entire story of her father's and her fight (though she tried hard to leave the part about the slap out, both Sirius and James guessed it immediately). The only pauses that she allowed herself were to hold back the urge to be sick or to let a groan escape her mouth from the monstrous headache that was a hangover. Finally, she arrived at the end of her memory of last night.
â€œI remember while I was at The Hog's Head, drinking up everything that the bartender would give me, I just kept thinking, 'Where am I going to go?' and then it hit me that I wanted to be home and the only home I really had, other than Hogwarts of course, was with you.â€ Fiona turned to Sirius at this point and he took her hand. She didn't mean to be so sappy and sentimental â€“ that wasn't the type of person she was â€“ but she didn't know how else to explain why she came to him over everyone else. Okay, yes, the fact that she was in love with the man played a very significant role in this, but overall, wherever he was was where she considered her home to be.
â€œWell, I can see when I've been third-wheeled,â€ James said, lifting himself from the floor and striding out of the room. â€œI think I'll write to Lily. Mind if I use your owl, Padfoot?â€
After Sirius shook his head, James closed the door gently, as to not disrupt the balance that had finally begun to settle in Fiona's head, leaving the couple alone. A smirk erupted on Sirius' face.
â€œYou know, I would kiss you now that we're alone, but I keep remembering that I did see you vomit a good ten minutes ago.â€
Fiona laughed, slightly mortified that she had let him see her like this. But they had known each other since they were eleven years old. Nothing was private between them anymore and that's the way that they both enjoyed it.
â€œSo how bad did he hit you?â€ asked Sirius timidly, brushing the hair covering the growing bruise out of her face.
â€œI won't lie, it was a forceful hit. Mum didn't even do anything. She just stood there, watching.â€
â€œDid your dad even try to apologize?â€
Fiona shrugged. â€œHe kept stammering, but I didn't want to hear anything from him, so I just left. Remus tried to stop me of course, but it was far too late for that. Dad already drove me out.â€
There was a long pause after that. Fiona knew that Sirius was trying to think of something to say that would get her to go back, but she was stubborn and he knew it. Finally, he settled on saying, â€œWell, you can stay here as long as you need to. I'll owl my cousin Andromeda later and ask her for clothes for you.â€
Fiona nodded and thanked him as he kissed her cheek and left the room. Fiona took to sleeping restlessly for the next few hours until her brother came to visit her. Though her headache had subsided slightly, she still had to force herself to sit up and listen to him.
â€œHey,â€ Remus said, sitting beside her on the bed. Fiona gave him a small smile in return which he countered with a sigh. â€œI'm sorry things got so out of control yesterday. I should have stepped in and said something to Dad, but I just --â€
Fiona cut him off. â€œIt's Dad's fault. Not yours, Rem. I don't want you to take responsibility for this.â€ He sighed and nodded. â€œHow's Mum taking me being gone?â€
Remus gave Fiona a look that seemed to say, Really, Fiona? Really? You don't already know this? But he answered her, none-the-less. â€œAwful. She's been crying constantly. And Dad's either really angry half the time or just quiet the other half.â€
â€œYou're trying to guilt me into coming back home?â€ Fiona asked, a small smirk slipping onto her face.
Remus shrugged. â€œSlightly. It isn't working, though, is it?â€
Fiona shook her head. â€œYou're mental if you expected it to.â€ Remus let a ghost of a smile flicker onto his face, but it was quickly replaced by a frown. Fiona sighed. â€œDad crossed the line when he hit me, Rem. We both know that. I'm not going home to be treated like that.â€
â€œSo you're going to stay here forever?â€
â€œAt least until the end of the summer. Then I can go to Hogwarts and I'll buy my own flat when I graduate.â€
Remus sighed, the disappointment clear on his face, but he eventually succumbed to his sister's wishes. There was nothing more he could say to convince her of doing otherwise.
â€œAlright. Just don't shut them out forever, Fi,â€ he said. â€œMum and Dad are going through a lot with you leaving.â€
Fiona sighed. â€œA year away from them at Hogwarts will do me well.â€ Remus looked disapprovingly at her. â€œI'll try writing to them during the school year. How about that?â€
â€œFine,â€ he agreed, knowing it wouldn't get much better than that.
They sat, just talking over the next hour or so. Eventually, Sirius and James returned to the room, too. Fiona greeted all of them casually, her headache finally almost completely subsided. Things were almost completely normal (or as normal as it could get with them) with them, like the previous night hadn't happened at all. But, as everything always has to do when things are going alright, things took a turn around when Sirius brought up the subject that had been on Fiona's mind for weeks.
â€œHas anyone heard from Wormtail lately?â€
There were mixed murmurs that Sirius took to mean no.
â€œI'm getting worried about him,â€ Fiona admitted. â€œIt's not like him just to cut ties with us without an explanation.â€
James suddenly had a very concerned expression on his face. The others eyed him curiously.
â€œWhat is it, Prongs?â€ asked Sirius.
James leaned in toward them and said quietly, â€œDon't tell anybody this, but Voldemort's been recruiting lately.â€
â€œRecruiting Death Eaters?â€ Remus inquired. James nodded. â€œHow do you know this?â€
â€œWell...A few of his Death Eaters contacted Lily and I. They, uh, wanted us to join them.â€ The others gaped at him. â€œWe said no of course. We'd never join Voldemort, you know that.â€
â€œBut what does this have to do with Peter?â€ said Fiona. â€œDo you really think that Voldemort would go and talk to him, too?â€
James shrugged. â€œI don't know. They might have.â€
â€œBut he's Wormtail. They have no reason to contact him. I mean, he's a good friend and all, but he's not exactly the strongest wizard,â€ Sirius insisted.
â€œSo? Voldemort recruits those that he knows he can use,â€ Fiona reminded him. â€œWhat if he knows a way that he can use Peter?â€
â€œBut Wormtail would have said no to them immediately, right?â€ James said.
â€œHe doesn't exactly have guts, though, does he?â€ Sirius interjected.
Fiona sighed and turned to her brother. â€œWhat do you think, Rem?â€
Remus thought a moment and said, â€œI think that until it's been proven then we shouldn't worry. But for what it's worth, I don't think Wormtail would betray us like that.â€
â€œI sure hope not...â€ Fiona sighed.
Though some suspicions were correct, none had any way of knowing that at that moment, a severely frightened Peter Pettigrew was shaking the hand Voldemort's Death Eaters, agreeing to join them.
Harry was in shock. They'd had suspicions about Pettigrew being a traitor, yet didn't act on them? Because of what Lupin had said? He felt sick just thinking about it.
â€œObviously we regret ever trying believing the best in him. We just couldn't afford to be right about him then. It would have crushed us,â€ Lupin said.
Harry nodded. He understood, surprisingly. It was like him and Professor Dumbledore's situation now. Harry never wanted to think the worst of him, even though he hadn't talked to him since he'd come to Grimmauld Place, though he'd been there a good few times and had the opportunity every time.
â€œDid she ever find out that he was working for You-Know-Who?â€ Fred asked, surprisingly curious. George seemed to be experiencing the same curiosity.
â€œShe did unfortunately,â€ Lupin answered sadly. â€œFrom what we've been told, Voldemort used that last bit to finally break her. Apparently...apparently by the time she died, she could hardly even speak or look at anyone anymore because she was so distraught by the whole thing. They tortured her to the brink of insanity and then killed her...â€
Lupin's voice, Harry noticed, had become somewhat choked, as though it pained him to speak. That was when he came to a realization that made him feel one hundred times sorrier for him.
â€œYou were the one that found her, weren't you?â€ Harry said quietly. Lupin nodded solemnly.
â€œEveryone else went to go search for Sirius, but I went to search for her. Moody kept telling me that it was a lost cause...that I wouldn't like it if I found her and I'd be better off to join everyone else. I didn't listen, though...â€
Mrs. Weasley let out what was unmistakably a sob and when the rest all looked over at her, she had her face buried in her arms on the table. Mr. Weasley rubbed her shoulders calmly.
Sirius frowned and patted her hands. â€œCome now, Molly, you mustn't be so upset. We all miss her.â€ His and Lupin's faces did look especially glum at this point. Harry was beginning to regret asking about this story. He did wish he'd realized sooner how upset it would have made everybody.
â€œListen,â€ Harry began. â€œYou don't have to continue this if it makes everyone that upset.â€
Ron looked on the verge of objecting when Hermione elbowed him painfully in the ribs. â€œHarry's right,â€ he groaned. â€œYou shouldn't have to finish it if you don't want to.â€
Lupin waved his hand dismissively. â€œThe memories are hard, I'll give you that, but you kids deserve to know her name, who she is, and what she died fighting for. Because it's what most of us are willing to die for now.â€
â€œAll of us,â€ said Fred, George, and, surprisingly enough, Ginny. Harry took special notice at this and could hardly suppress his grin toward her. She smiled sheepishly back at him and shrugged. The rest nodded in agreement with the prior statement.
â€œThen by all means,â€ said Harry, snapping his attention away from Ginny. â€œPlease, go on.â€
A nice long chapter for y'all (: I'm going to try to spend the next couple days writing this story especially because I've got too many big ideas for the sequel. Happy fourth of July, loves! Xxx ~ Kristynlynn