Fanfic: Mischief Managed Yr 2 Part 2: The Truth of the Tournament by SecretScorpio9 (Read for Free, 1,332,114 Clicks)

Description: After the worst Christmas ever Remus is confronted by a host of problems and one extremely confusing letter. Fearing he would never step foot in Hogwarts again Remus finds himself back at the castle he calls home. In returning Remus accepts the fact he may have lost all his friends only to realize that is not the case. But things are never easy for the young werewolf and he struggles to navigate the second half of the year which may prove to be even more draining than the first half! For starters, the tensions between the schools grow as the second Triwizard Task approaches. Also, Remus is forced to sort out his feelings for his friends and finds himself making some tough decisions regarding his relationships. With budding new friendships and well as strained old ones Remus discovers that he hardly gets any time alone. However when he is alone the questions Remus has about every aspect of his life overwhelm him so perhaps the constant company is a good thing.. even if it does leave him completely drained. Only one persistent question keeps haunting him along with familiar and distinctly unpleasant dreams. A question that Remus slowly begins to piece together.What exactly happened to him when Greyback kidnapped him?

Characters: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive WarningsJames Potter/Lily Evans Sirius Black & Remus Lupin & Peter Pettigrew & James Potter Sirius Black & Regulus BlackOriginal Hogwarts Professors Remus Lupin Peter Pettigrew Sirius Black James Potter Lily Evans Potter Patricia Rakepick Dorcas Meadowes Marlene McKinnon the Abraeselts of Abraes Academy in Norway the Digores of Digore Institute of Magic The Marauders Family MembersImplied/Referenced Child Abuse Hurt/Comfort Secrets Werewolves Marauders Era (Harry Potter) Marauders Friendship (Harry Potter) Fluff and Angst Angst and Tragedy POV Remus Lupin POV Sirius Black POV James Potter POV Peter Pettigrew Sirius Black & James Potter Friendship Remus Lupin Needs a Hug Remus Lupin & James Potter Friendship James Potter is a Good Friend

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After the worst Christmas ever Remus is confronted by a host of problems and one extremely confusing letter. Fearing he would never step foot in Hogwarts again Remus finds himself back at the castle he calls home. In returning Remus accepts the fact he may have lost all his friends only to realize that is not the case. But things are never easy for the young werewolf and he struggles to navigate the second half of the year which may prove to be even more draining than the first half! For starters, the tensions between the schools grow as the second Triwizard Task approaches. Also, Remus is forced to sort out his feelings for his friends and finds himself making some tough decisions regarding his relationships. With budding new friendships and well as strained old ones Remus discovers that he hardly gets any time alone. However when he is alone the questions Remus has about every aspect of his life overwhelm him so perhaps the constant company is a good thing.. even if it does leave him completely drained. Only one persistent question keeps haunting him along with familiar and distinctly unpleasant dreams. A question that Remus slowly begins to piece together.What exactly happened to him when Greyback kidnapped him?

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Chapter 1: Damn Feelings¡­

Chapter Text
Chapter 1/2: Damn Feelings¡­TW: DrinkingPatricia slammed her bottle of Beetle Berry Whiskey down on the bedside table. The burgundy bottle still had shredded evidence of the sticky label on it which Patricia had scraped off in case one of her roommates entered.Not that anyone within a few-foot radius could miss the smell of the strong alcoholic beverage that she had been consuming steadily for the past hour. Patricia stumbled over the window forcing it open with a great more deal of a struggle than it usually took her. Looking down over the grounds she caught a glimpse of a couple walking with their arms entwines.DAMMIT!Last night had been a shit show with a reprieve of mild interest when Dumbledore announced someone had been hurt because of the Whomping Willow. Patricia knew she should have skipped the whole thing only part of her had hoped she could rise above her predicament. Sure, going with the smooth talker and sort of cute guy from ( Braesalts? ) had been pleasant enough. But it hadn’t stopped her eyes from following a certain person across the dance floor dancing with someone that she desperately wished had been her.Thinking about that person caused Patricia to decide against stopping her methodical draining of the powerful liquid. Rather, for good measure of obliterating any thought of last night and of ‘that person’ in particular, she decided to drink more. Patricia took another swig enjoying the tingly burning sensation down her throat that had become almost as addictive to her as the effects of the alcohol itself.Please stop it. You’ll kill yourself drinking like that.She ignored the voice in her head knowing exactly who it sounded like and refusing to give any more thought to ‘that person’.Unlovable. Unladylike. Undignified.”Well fuck you, grandpa,” she screamed smashing the bottle that unfortunately had still been in her hand onto the floor. Luckily she had enchanted the damn thing, she knew herself well enough and she was not about to waste a drop of the precious liquid that she personally believed to be her only hope dulling the throbbing pain in her chest.Not only had the dance been a scummy shit show but before the dance had been downright depressing. Something inside her cold heart fluttered remembering the helpless look on little Lupin’s face. He was normally so put together and the dark look in his eyes had reminded her far too much of a much smaller version of herself burning mounds of letters from her backstabbing mother who she hadn’t seen since.”Throwing yourself a pity party again,” came the snooty voice of Charleen.”You would know about all about pity party’s wouldn’t you,” Patricia shot back feeling proud of herself as Charleen turned an ugly puce color and crossed her arms over her chest, her perfectly manicured nails glittering with an obnoxious amount of glitter on them.”I just came to tell you that Ammelia’s worried about you. If you don’t quit drinking all of us are going to tell.”Patricia stared down at Charleen who thought she was a badass but was about as much of a faker as they came. Patricia disliked Charleen. Well, she disliked most of her roommates.Come to think of it she disliked most people¡­.”If you do that Professor Flitch will be finding out you cheated off of that Stewart boy during charms,” Patricia said calmly looking at her bitten-down nails as if they were as polished and pretty as Charleen’s.Charleen predictably stomped her foot. The two of them had been in a similar situation multiple times.”You are rotten Patricia. You are such an awful person. I don’t know why Ameelia still considers you a friend.”Neither did she…”Yep, well sucks for you to be sharing the room with me. Guess you can keep sneaking into Janell’s room if you want.””You’ve driven everyone away. I heard Ameelia even say she was thinking of sleeping somewhere else tonight. You’ve been making her uncomfortable,” Charleen spat out with all the bitterness the girl had harbored towards Patricia. An unfair amount of bitterness since last year when Patricia had ‘stollen’ Charleen’s boyfriend. In Patricia’s defense, she had been testing out the loyalty of the boy and had not expected him to be such a sleazeball, kissing her with hardly any provocation. Only Charleen didn’t want to blame him, no she would much rather blame Patricia.Well, she didn’t care.But Ammelia¡­…Ammelia was uncomfortable? Something must have shown on Patricia’s face since Charleen took a step forward a mean look in her eyes along with a sort of frantic desperation to latch onto this chip in Patricia’s usually perfectly controlled demeanor.Well, fuck her.”Now why would you care about that? You’ve made it care you don’t give a damn about any of us. You do seem to treat Ammelia a bit differently though¡­. I wonder why that is. I find that really¡­.odd,” Charleen pointed out taking two steps closer to Patricia as if desiring to physically as well as metaphorically back her into a corner.FUCK!Patricia weighed her options none of which included being honest with Charleen. Honesty was overrated,¡­..mostly. The only two people she trusted enough to be herself around were the Prewitt twins, and they had been colder to her recently after her ‘stunt with the kids in the forest’. How was she supposed to know the Accromantulas would go apeshit?!”Why aren’t you saying anything? Cat got your tongue?”Patricia leaned over and threw up onto the ground.”YUCK! You’re so disgusting. Put on some pants and dammit Patricia, wear sunglasses or something… We’re all going to get in trouble if one of the prefects realizes you are hungover.”Patricia gave Charleen the finger as she stormed off. Patricia was very grateful to her younger self for making Charleen and the rest of her roommates conspirators in her smuggling of alcohol so that they could not tell on her. It was just some harmless drinking now and then. No matter what Ammelia thought she did not have a problem.She took a step forgetting she had just hurled and waved her wand intent on cleaning up only to set one of the dresses hanging up on the door from last night on fire.Crap. Ok, so maybe she was hungover. Maybe she had a ‘slight’ problem. One tended to drink when faced with unreciprocated love. A pounding headache and inability to focus seemed a small price to pay. The lack of friends her drinking led to was a slightly bigger problem but it’s not as if Patricia was good at keeping friends anyways so who could really say if that was the booze or purely her.She will never come back if you keep behaving like this…”Piss off,” she grumbled to herself. ‘She’ wasn’t coming back no matter what Patricia did. Years of heartache and desperation had made that plain.A knock came on the door and Patricia’s stomach did a backflip, quickly snagging the pair of sunglasses she had recently become accustomed to wearing inside. There was only one of her roommates who still respected her enough not to just barge in and start cursing her out. She felt like she might throw up again and whisked her wand making the half-consumed by flames dress smolder. She wasn’t ready to confront this, wasn’t ready to confront her useless crappy feelings.”Excuse me? Um¡­.Ms. Rakeburn?”Patricia didn’t pause to figure out who the voice belonged as she was just so damn relieved it didn’t belong to who she thought it had belonged to. And¡­.a bit disappointed.”Yeah what’s up?” she asked, opening the door realizing a little too late that she hadn’t put on pants yet. She looked at the little redhead who wrinkled her nose and had an appropriately uneasy posture about her.Good, rotten little children should know better than to bother her while she was hungover, even if they were too young to grasp the full implications of such a thing.”Um…never mind¡­..” the girl replied with an apologetic tone since Patricia was all but sending out waves of unfriendliness that she imagined were the invisible force that succeeded in keeping people at arm’s length from her. Patricia was about to close the door in the little girl’s face when she suddenly recognized who was outside her door.”This is about my boys isn’t it?” Patrica grumbled annoyed that she hadn’t placed a name to the girl that really could have been her sister they looked so similar. But the physical appearance was where the similarities ended. Unless Lily Evans was here to confront Patricia about her lately noticeable drinking this must have something to do with The Marauders.”Would you¡­.be willing to sit with Sirius for a bit¡­.he’s¡­.very upset,” Lily explained still looking like she might turn away and flee from Patricia at any second. Sirius, huh? Well, the dumbass shouldn’t have dropped his date at the dance last night. It was weird he would be upset about that though. Patricia thought Sirius had seemed ok but she supposed she had been staring at someone else a little too much to notice.”Pfft, dance didn’t go well huh? Well, at least those squirts got to go. Have James or Remus babysit him. I’m busy.” Patricia rolled her eyes more than a little annoyed that Lily thought she was some sort of babysitter. Was she really appearing that close to the Marauders?Dammit, she would have to change that. But the boys were fun and still useful¡­.”I thought they were your friends. You’re at the very least their mentor or something, aren’t you?”Mentor? There was a word Patricia would never get used to being associated with her. She was less of a mentor and more of a ‘bad influence’. But she supposed mentor could work¡­”Why do you care so much anyway Ms. Evans, I know Black isn’t your friend,” Patricia challenged; it was her curiosity to find out why Ms. Evans of all people was concerned about Sirius which was the only thing that kept her from slamming the door on the girl.”Remus is,” Lily stated with a trembling frown, the girls’ finger predictably twisting around a bright red strand of hair. What a stupidly obvious tell.Then the implication of Lily’s statement hit Patricia like a brick to the gut and she had to swallow down more vomit. Being hungover was the worst!This was certainly an inconvenience.”Remus, what the hell did you get yourself into this time,” Patricia thought to herself but not even her hangover nor the replenished alcohol in her body could make her forget the helpless look of the distraught boy last night. Even the sips of whiskey she had given him had done little to remove the haunted look that had stayed in his eyes, the despondent boy not even rising to her challenge at chess which usually cheered him up some. If it was anyone else she would have discarded them, but Remus who reminded her so damn much of herself¡­.so much of that broken-hearted little girl yearning agonizingly for love¡­She should have hated Remus Lupin for it but instead, she found herself caring about him with a sincerity she never would have expected from herself. Her protective feelings for the small boy were entirely problematic and were getting in the way of her plans for the boys but try as she might she couldn’t stop it. Worse the infection of care had seemed to spread to the other snot-nosed Marauders as well¡­.Dammit!?Authors Note:I know there were several things left unsolved in part 1 and I just wanted to assure you that other than the obvious one of Sirius and Remus’ relationship hanging in the balance I have not forgotten the following:Ryan (I know most of you love him and I promise there will be more of him in the future)The letter that Remus got from his father (I know you’ve been curious about this one for a while)The Triwizard Tournament (It’s taken a back burner with all the Marauder drama but it will be a big part of part two ;P )Remus’ dragon egg that was given to him when the visitor schools arrivedThe bunny Remus got on Christmas and was then burned to a crisp by Sirius ^^ (we probably won’t find out about this one for a while but anything that appears much later will be (hopefully cleverly) recapped for you all in case you’ve forgotten)Literally all the things Sirius wants to talk to Remus about XD

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