You never understood why James hated you so much, why he found pleasure in your pain just like his little mutt that followed him.

Sirius, maybe even Remus and Peter.

You and Lily had a falling out, naturally as you changed and got a bit colder.

Maybe it was because you saw how unfair everything was, it left a bitter taste in your mouth like the pungent soap James once feed you with a spell.

Or even when he pushed you down the stairs, or when he hexed you or jinxed you—

But you where strong, not breaking, it wasn’t until one day they had strung you upside down and then pulled your pants down…

You could never forget the laughter, all the students pointing at you and laughing at your nude lower body.

You felt sick, so sick you almost vomited on the spot.

What was worse, this had all happened because Sirius had been bored

Bored

You getting assaulted had been because someone was bored, it felt like you had just shattered. Every single word that has been thrown every punch every hex that wasn’t what broke you.

It was also the fact that Dumbledore took the side of your bullies and you found a small rabbit at your dorm door with

From the Marauders at the foot of it