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Old October 3rd, 2005, 10:59 pm
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Always Remember What You Can't Forget

This was meant to be a one-shot of what I think the last chapter of the seventh book will be. But I had a lot of fun writing it so I’m continuing. Think of it as a Hogwarts: The Next Generation kind of thing. It is half what I think will happen and half what I want to happen. It takes place 18 years after Voldemort’s defeat.

Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter or any of the other characters form the Harry Potter series. They all belong to the brilliant mind of J. K. Rowling. I’m just a humble peasant who’s afraid of lawyers, so please don’t sue.

Update: As of Deathly Hallows, this story is as completely, off the rails AU. But it's still a good bit of fun and fluff.

Chapter 1: A New Beginning

Thirty-five year old Harry Potter paced the waiting room of St. Mungo’s Hospital of Magical Maladies and Injuries nervously. He ran his fingers through his untidy, jet black hair, his emerald green eyes gleaming with anticipation. He’d been in this situation before of course, but this time it was different. He was expecting his fourth child, his only son.

Harry glanced around at the large group of people in the room. This was mainly due to the size of the Weasley family, and the fact that all of his brother in laws and their wives had brought their children. Not to mention the family friends that might as well have been relatives. There was an excited buzz going through the room as the clock struck midnight and everyone realized what day it was. July 31st.

The Potter girls were distinguishable by their eyes. Vivid emerald green and almond shaped, all three of them had Harry’s eyes. His oldest daughter, Elizabeth May, flipped her long black hair out of her eyes and smiled at her sisters. Harry could remember her birth so clearly. It was hard for him to realize that she would soon be starting her sixth year at Hogwarts. She was a sweet, quiet girl with a motherly instinct that came to her as naturally as breathing.

Nicole Lily, who had just completed her first year of school, was an image of her mother, except for her eyes. She was at the top of her class, but she had a flare for mischief. As she looked up at her father, her face was lit up by a beautiful smile. In Elizabeth’s lap was Harry’s youngest daughter, also a red head, fast asleep. Genevieve Ann was four years old and the closest thing to an angel Harry had ever met.

Looking back on his life, Harry glanced at the two people who had been there through it all. Ron Weasley took his wife Hermione’s hand and answered a question his son had just asked him. Arthur Bilius Weasley was as tall and gangly as his father had been when he was fourteen, with the red hair, freckles, and blue eyes common to the Weasley family. A grin spread across Harry’s face as a mane of brown hair sped past him. Jane, Hermione’s four year old carbon copy, was a completely wild girl. He’d never really gotten over the fact that someone who looked that much like his sensible, academically driven friend could be that crazy. He had a feeling her and Genevieve would get along fine.

“Hey guys.” Harry said, sounding bedraggled, as he slumped into a chair beside them.

“Are you okay? You look horrible.” Hermione had always had a habit of acting like his mother.

“Thanks.” Harry replied sarcastically. “No, really, I’m fine, but the sooner this is over the better. I can’t stand the waiting.”

“Yeah, but its your birthday. What are the odds of your son being born on your birthday?” Ron pointed out.

“That is kind of strange...”

“Hi Uncle Harry!” Arthur said.

“Hi Arthur. How’s school going?”

“Great, can’t wait to get back.” He said as he made his way over to the other kids.

“Harry, did you get that memo I put on your desk a couple of days ago.” Ron asked. He was an auror as well.

“Yeah. Why do you even bother writing memos? You work two feet away from me.” he replied, shaking his head at his friend’s silliness. “Hermione, I’ve been meaning to ask you forever, is that Veritaserum warrant ever going to be passed?” Hermione was a member of the Wizengamot, although she ran S.P.E.W. on the side. Ron had been trying to get her to change the name for eighteen years.

“I don’t know Harry, all the...er...seasoned professionals-“

“Old duffers.” Ron interrupted.

“Seasoned professionals.” she corrected, glaring at him, “Well anyway, they’re dreadfully slow.”

“No hurry, it’s just getting awfully boring staring at the walls all day.” he joked.

“JANE, could you please come over here and sit still for two seconds!” Hermione called, noticing that her small daughter was knocking things over and poking the other children.

“Good luck.” Harry muttered before getting up to continue his rounds. As he made his way over to Arthur and Molly Weasley, he saw they looked almost as nervous as he felt.

“So, are you two ready to grandparents...again?” he asked.

“Oh certainly. You know how much I love this.” Molly replied.

“How are you holding up Harry?” Arthur asked.

“Oh, reasonably well. At least I haven’t passed out cold this time.” Harry replied, suddenly remembering Nicole’s birth. The healer had rushed in to say there had been a problem, but Harry had never heard the last part of her sentence, for he had been unconscious on the floor of the waiting room. It turned out that their paperwork had been confused with another couples’ and by the time Harry came to it was sorted out.

“Yes, well we all got a fright that time.”

Harry resumed his pacing, wondering what was taking so long. He felt a hand on his shoulder and turned to see the long blonde hair and comforting smile of his oldest niece, Renee. Bill and Fleur’s only daughter would soon be starting her seventh and final year at Hogwarts.

“It’ll be okay Uncle Harry. Auntie is strong. Oh and happy birthday!” she said cheerfully and Harry grinned at her.

“I believe congratulations are in order. Head girl is quite an accomplishment. Liz is looking forward to being bossed around by you.”

“Oh, I’ll try to go easy on her.” she smiled. “But really, I’m sure Liz will be my best prefect. I heard she got ten O.W.L.’s. Or else, I have embarrassing baby stories, you know.”

“Oh, I’ll make sure to remind her.” He felt a tap on his shoulder.

“Harry, it’s been a while since I’ve spoken to you. How’s the auror office holding up?” Percy asked him smugly as he shook his hand. It was still like being introduced to the mayor. Percy was the only one of the Weasley children that was unmarried and his relationship with the others was still on shaky ground. Harry, however, had chosen to let the past go. They’d all made mistakes during the war.

“Great, as always.” He was a tad annoyed Percy had decided to talk about work. He must know after all, he worked a floor above them in the minister’s office. But that was Percy. “Not a lot for us to do right now.”

“Oh, we’re quite busy, you know.” he said smugly. “The minister is always asking for our opinions on reforming laws and other matters of great importance.”

Alaster “Mad-eye” Moody, an ex-auror himself, had chosen to walk through the door at this time. Harry, slightly glad for an excuse to get away from the Junior Minister, greeted him cheerfully. Mad-eye was getting on in the years, but he was still energetic, and he hadn’t missed the birth of one of Harry’s children yet.

“Constant vigilance, Alaster. So how’s retirement.”

“Mercifully quiet. I don’t think I’ve been followed.”

“I’m sure you haven’t.” said Harry, amused. Old habits die hard.

“Urgh, this eye keeps sticking! Excuse me Harry, I need to go find a glass of water.”

“Harry, old chap, we haven’t seen you in two days!”

“Can I have your autograph?”

He turned with some apprehension to face the Weasley twins, thirty-seven years old, but not quite grown up yet. It was to be expected though, they did run a joke shop. Harry had a suspicion that they wouldn’t have any rules in their house if it wasn’t for their wives. Fred and his wife Angelina shared a large country home with George and his wife Katie. Fred’s twin boys, Andrew and Ryan, were entertaining the younger children with stories of their adventures in their three years of Hogwarts, with help of George’s son, David. They were all red head menaces on the Gryffindor Quiddich team. It was no surprise, seeing as all of their parents had been Quiddich players in their day.

“So how’s the daddy of the day?” asked George. He was holding his blonde ten year old daughter, Daniella’s hand.

“The daddy of the day is pretty nervous.” Harry replied. “How are you guys, Angelina, Katie?”

“We’re all great and soon you will be too.” Fred answered.

“Oh, I wanted to thank the boys for looking after Nicole this year. She told me they yelled at some Slytherins who were giving her a hard time.”

“Yes, well our sons don’t really mind yelling at Slytherins.”

“Well they do take after you.”

“Unfortunately.” Angelina said from behind Fred and they all laughed.

“Yeah, well I heard the Malfoy boy was one of them.” Katie mentioned. She had a certain distaste for the Malfoys ever since she was almost killed by one back in her seventh year.

“Oh yeah, Liz told me about him, he’s in her year.” Harry said. “He’s Draco and Pansy’s son right?”

“Yep, that’s the one.” said Fred grimly. “The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, huh.”

“Obviously.” Harry gestured towards their own sons, now reenacting a Quiddich game.

“Hello, Daniella, your birthday’s in a couple of days isn’t it?” he asked the young girl.

“Yeah! And then I get to go to Hogwarts! I got my letter and everything!” she said, looking painfully excited.

“Did you get her an owl yet.” Harry asked George in an undertone.

“No, not yet.” he said.

“Don’t.” Harry said, winking.

Just then a loud scream out in the hall caused the room to go silent. Harry was halfway to the door when Charlie Weasley burst through it, grinning from ear to ear.

“Sorry I’m late, I just got the message. Apparated right on the front desk. I don’t think the secretary was too happy with me.” Everyone laughed. Charlie had a way of always apparating where he shouldn’t be.

“Leslie and the kids send their love, Harry. She obviously couldn’t apparate, being so far along.” Charlie and his wife were expecting their sixth child soon. Their five boys, Philip, Jacob, William, Albus, and Timothy, all went to Beauxbatons even though they lived in Romania.

“How’s the dragons?” Harry asked.

“Large and fire-breathing.” he replied. “Speaking of which, I have to give Hagrid his update on Norbert.”

“SIRIUS THEODORE LUPIN, WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?” Nymphadora Tonks was glaring at her sixteen year old son. Harry noticed that her daughter seemed to have blue hair and a five inch long nose. Like his namesake, Sirius enjoyed being the cause of chaos and the center of attention.

“Nothing.” he said, smiling innocently.

“You know very well she can’t control it yet, young man.” she replied, tapping Rebekah on the head with her wand so that she was restored to her usual blonde hair and dark blue eyes.

“Ah, mum, you take all the fun out of having a metamorphagus for a sister. And I believe I’ve seen several pictures of you with pink hair.” he said grinning happily as Tonks turned around to look at her husband.

“I told you to burn them!”

“Yes, well seemed like a waste of good paper you know.” Remus muttered.

“Whatever. And that was different. Becca is only six.” A loud cry interrupted her. “And you’ve woken up the baby!” she said, rushing over to comfort her youngest daughter, Violet. “It’s a good thing I can morph, otherwise I’d have grey hair by now.”

Remus and Tonks had decided what to name their son long before he was born, so it was as much their shock as anyone else’s when he ended up looking like the first Sirius. Yes, Tonks was related to him, but it was still strange. He was a bit shorter than Sirius, but he had the same handsome face, the same grey eyes and black hair. The same personality, even. Him and Elizabeth were in the same year, but fought constantly.

“Goodness Sirius, you’d think you could be a little more mature. I mean, you’re a sixth year, and even though your not a prefect you should still try to set a good example.” Elizabeth said scathingly.

“Why on Earth would I want to be a prefect? I’d never have any fun and I would have to see you more than I already have to.” he replied, grinning at her all the same.

“Just because your father’s a teacher doesn’t mean that you can do whatever you want.”

“And being a prefect doesn’t make you the queen of the universe.”

“Sirius, please stop being so rude, you’re already in trouble.” Tonks said dangerously.

“She started it, Mum.”

“Oh, that’s mature.” Liz muttered as she walked away.

“Those two are impossible, aren’t they?” Hermione were standing behind Harry.

“They remind me quite a bit of you and Ron, actually.” he said.

“Oh that’s just silly! We’ve never acted anything like that...” but Harry cut her off with two words.

“Yule. Ball.”

“Oh.” she said, blushing furiously, “Well yes, but we were young.”

“So are they.” Harry said. Hermione grinned.

“Not trying to marry your daughter off are you, Harry dear?” she asked sweetly.

“No!” he looked at her in horror. “I’m just saying he’s a good kid, that’s all.” He was beginning to get uncomfortable. “Oh, look, Neville and Luna are here.”

They went over to greet their old friends, who had been on vacation in France for most of the summer, and noticed that their two girls had grown quite a bit. Lynn was fourteen, with dark hair, big blue eyes, and a slim figure. She had inherited her father’s clumsiness and her mother’s brains, as she was in Ravenclaw. Her twelve year old sister, Celeste, had the same eyes, along with straggly blonde hair and Gryffindor bravery. She shared her mother’s love for wild theories and loved helping her with the latest addition of the Quibbler. They also enjoyed having their father teach Herbology at Hogwarts.

“Sorry we’re late Harry.” Neville said, smiling broadly.

“Nonsense, you’re just being fashionable.” Harry said, smiling back and hugging each of his friends and both of his god children.

“Celeste!” Nicole ran over to them to greet her best-friend. “I thought you weren’t coming back for two weeks.”

“We weren’t supposed to, but we came back when we heard Aunt Ginny went into labor early!”

“Oh, that’s good, I’ve been getting bored. Hi Uncle Neville, Aunt Luna, Lynn.”

“‘Arry, how are ya!” bellowed an extremely large man who had just entered the room, leaving an alarmed secretary behind him.

“Hagrid!” Harry exclaimed, glad to see his friend. “It’s been far too long, you know.”

“I know, I know. Maxime wanted ter come, but she had lots ter do gettin’ ready fer school ya know.” Hagrid had been living in France, helping his wife run Beauxbatons.

“It’s quite alright. I’m surprised you got here actually.”

“Well, I was comin’ up a couple a weeks early so’s I didn’ miss it, an’ when I got to the house, they said Ginny was havin’ the baby!”

“How’d you get here?”


“You still have that blasted motorbike, don’t you?” Harry asked.

“Maybe I do.” Hagrid grinned. They both burst out laughing.

As everyone greeted Hagrid cheerfully, Harry looked around once more at the people he loved most in the world. ‘Yes,’ he thought, ‘All the hardship, all the pain, had definitely been worth it.’ He was glad his children could grow up in a world free of Voldemort, a world where they didn’t have to be afraid of coming home and finding the dark mark over their homes. It was a long road, yes, but it was worth it just to be able to smile without worry. Harry knew that someday, there would be a new dark lord, but Voldemort’s defeat had scared a lot of hopefuls. Maybe it would scare them for some time to come.

He thought about how his life would have been different if Voldemort hadn’t have chosen him and he concluded that it wouldn’t have been that different. He still would have fought him, maybe even defeated him, no matter what the prophecy said. It was something he was meant to do. Harry didn’t really believe in destiny, but there were some things that just can’t be argued with. His life was one of them.

The door to the waiting room opened. Harry turned when he heard Healer Pye say, “Mr. Potter.” He was terribly nervous, but relieved when he saw the healer was smiling. A hush had fallen over the room as everyone watched Harry walk through the open door.

“Are they alright?” Harry asked as soon as they reached the hall.

“Couldn’t be better. You have a very excited wife and a healthy baby boy.” Harry couldn’t take it anymore. He let out a whoop of joy.

“I daresay you’d like to see them.” Healer Pye asked while grinning.

Harry entered the room to see Ginny looking more beautiful than he’d ever seen her. Despite the fact she looked exhausted and her hair was soaked with sweat, she had an enchanting smile on her face. Harry smiled back.

“Happy birthday, Harry.” she said, mischief in her eyes, “Sorry I haven’t gotten you anything.”

Harry laughed. “Ginny, darling, I couldn’t have anything better than what you’ve given me.”

“Would you like to see your son?”

Harry strode over to her side, kissed her on the forehead, and took a bundle out of her arms. As he pulled the blanket down over the small figure’s face, he saw his own eyes looking back at him, a shock of jet black hair on the top of his head. In his arms was the boy who he would teach to fly, who would inherit the Marauder’s Map, who would carry the name Potter into the next generation. In his arms, he held the future.

“He looks like you, doesn’t he.” Ginny mentioned casually.

This was the understatement of the century. Harry gazed at his son, who had already been named, in shock. The thin face, the long nose, every feature was the same. There was a moment when James Harry Potter’s vivid green eyes looked directly into Harry James Potter’s vivid green eyes, and Harry realized the only difference between his son’s face and his own was the absence of that telltale lightning blot scar.

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Old October 9th, 2005, 4:09 am
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Always Remember What You Can't Forget

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Chapter 2: Is That a Blush?!

Harry was running around his manor frantically, trying to make sure everything was perfect. Ginny was coming home today, and he was throwing her and James a surprise party. He loved his home, an old mansion in the sleepy little town of Godric’s Hollow, but he was starting to think it was far too big.

“Oh for goodness sake!” came a shout from the kitchen. He smiled. As he poked his head in to see what all the fuss was about he saw Sirius raiding the cupboards, watched by an irate Elizabeth.

“Dad, could you please tell this git to stop pigging out and allow me to get ready for the party in peace!” she exclaimed the minute she saw Harry.

“Now, dear, Sirius is a guest.” he said, grinning. Nothing could dampen his good mood.

“He can hardly be called a guest, he lives two houses down!”

“Soweunelari.” Sirius choked out.

“That’s disgusting, you know.” said Elizabeth, looking at him with revulsion.

“Yep.” he said, giving a huge swallow. “I said sorry Uncle Harry.”

Harry chuckled, “Help yourself.”

“Sirius, dear, did I mention I hate you?” Elizabeth asked sweetly.

“Many times. But you know you can’t resist me, really.” Sirius said, smiling charmingly at her. She rolled her eyes. Harry laughed outright.

“Oh, I pity your poor, poor parents!” he said, grinning at his godson. He left Liz to badger him for a little while after telling them both he expected them to be in their dress robes in two hours, and continued his inspection of the house.

He was polishing his cabinet in the sitting room for the twelfth time when he heard someone apparate into the garage. Hermione, flushed from the cold, came rushing in, took one look at him with a feather duster in his hand and burst out laughing.

“What?” he asked, bemused.

“Harry, you’re my best friend, but right now you look just like an old lady. Now come on, the house is spotless, and you need to get ready.”

“Where’s the herd?” he asked.

“Ron’s bringing the kids a little later, I came over to help you cook. We’ve got three hours so it’s going to be a bit tight, but we can manage. Molly’s coming soon as well.” She smiled. She was dressed in light green dress robes with her hair up in a bun, whispies flying around her cheeks. They made their way down the hall, and when Harry entered his room to change, she called “Harry, wear the blue ones!” through the door.

She went to check on the girls. Nicole was already dressed in black satin, and was now helping Gen, who was in light blue, braid her hair. When she came to Elizabeth’s room she found Sirius, clad in dark maroon robes, slumped against her closed door.

“Hi.” he said, looking up at her.

“Hi, Sirius, what are you doing?”

“I’m waiting for CERTAIN PEOPLE WHO TAKE FOREVER” he replied, yelling into the closed door. The door creaked open and a green eye appeared in the crack.

“Aunt Hermione, is that you? Could you do my hair like you did at Uncle Bill’s Easter party last year, it’s totally hopeless.” she said, sounding frustrated.

“Oh, of course!” Hermione said happily as Liz opened the door a bit wider to allow her inside.

“Oh, and Sirius, no one asked you to wait.” She smirked. Oh, yeah, and what else was he supposed to do, clean? Everyone else was getting ready, it’s not like he chose to talk to her in the first place. He could go home, of course, but he was too lazy to walk down the road.

He was quite tired. The sunlight streaming in from the open window coupled with the musical tone of Liz’s voice lulled him to sleep. He was crossing the threshold from the land of the conscious into the world of dreams.


The door had opened and he fell backwards painfully, hitting his head.

“In the name of Godric, Liz, what did you do that for?!” he exclaimed, getting to his feet and rubbing his head.

“Well, I usually open my door when I want to come out.”

“Haha, very...” he stopped. All the breath had been knocked out of him as he caught his first glimpse of Liz. She looked stunning. Of course, Liz was absolutely gorgeous, he’d always known that, but her being annoying and evil had outweighed her beauty. But right now all he could do was stare. She was dressed in floating emerald green robes that matched her eyes perfectly, her hair up and curled, laced with baby’s breath. The pair of diamond earrings dangling from her ears didn’t even shine brighter than her eyes.

“Wow.” he said before his brain had caught up with his mouth. He mentally kicked himself almost immediately. To his utter surprise however, Liz smiled and, no it couldn’t be, was that a blush? He smiled back, realized what he was doing, and stopped. ‘No, man, you’re not going there. This is Liz Potter were talking about, your arch nemesis, the girl you swore you’d hate forever at the age of two. She’s evil! But the way her eyes sparkle...urgh, did I actually just say that, I mean think that?’

“Oh put your eyes back in your head and come on!” Liz snapped, already halfway down the hall. The last bit of rosiness in her cheeks was receding. “Boys!”

They passed the portrait that usually housed Sirius Black, but he must have been his other portrait at Hogwarts today, for the frame was empty. Liz’s grandparents waved and smiled at them. Albus Dumbledore, however, spoke.

“Ah, Miss Potter, lovely day isn’t it? And young Mr. Lupin as well! Tell me, how’s the new addition to the family?” He asked, blue eyes twinkling.

“He’s great, wait until you see him, looks just like dad.” Liz replied enthusiastically.

“How many people are coming to this thing?” Sirius asked as they walked away from Dumbledore.

“Oh, a fair few.” she said. She actually wasn’t sure, but her family was huge, so it would obviously be very big. “Oh, but I’m supposed to greet people at the door and since you’re here, you can help!”

“Great.” Liz missed the sarcasm.

The smell of roast chicken reached them as they came down the last flight of stairs and made their way towards the kitchen. When they opened the door a loud screech was followed by a small elf running toward them.

“Miss Elizabeth, Mr. Sirius, I haven’t seen you since the end of the school year. How are’s you. Dobby is very, very happy to see you again!”

“Hey, Dobby, how’s it going?” Sirius asked, grinning. “Thanks for all the midnight snacks, by the way.”

“Sirius!” Liz exclaimed in outrage. “If Aunt Hermione had heard you! She’s worked so hard to get the elves wages and people like you still take advantage of them.”

“Oh, hark, who’s talking? Could it be the girl I found sneaking out of the kitchen using the Marauders Map while I was going down.” He laughed at the look on her face. “Now Lizzie darling, if looks could kill...”

“Call me Lizzie one more time and you’ll wish looks could kill.”

“Oh dear, was that a threat? Not Prefect Potter threatening a poor defenseless fellow student! What would Headmistress McGonnagal say?”


“Come on, that’s the doorbell. Please try to behave yourself.” She said, grabbing his arm and dragging him to the door. Like he would actually crash a family party celebrating a birth. Of course, after last year’s Christmas party, he couldn’t really blame her.

“Wouldn’t think of anything else.”

Liz opened the door to find Hagrid on the other side with an armful of presents and a grin just as large. He pulled them both into a bone crushing hug. Their heads knocked together.

“Hi Hagrid.” Liz choked. He must have noticed that Sirius was turning blue for he released them.

“Sorry. Forgot me strength.”

“So how’s being back at Hogwarts suiting you.” Sirius asked, rubbing his neck. Hagrid, being the Care of Magical Creatures teacher, spent his summers in France and usually came back to England a few days before term started. He was already up here from the birth, however, so he just stayed.

“Ah, grea’ as always.” he said, taking his coat off and putting the gifts on the table.

“Your quite early, actually.” Liz said, checking her watch. “Dad’s in the kitchen with Aunt Hermione and Grandmom if you want to go say hello.” He went through the house to greet them and Liz and Sirius sat down on a bench by the door to wait for more people.

Sirius looked down at the top of Liz’s head. She really was quite short. He himself was just a half inch shy of six feet and he had a good nine inches on her. He’d never really noticed the little things about her but for some reason he did now. Her hair was poker straight but she always had a piece that came loose from the rest no matter how hard she tried to keep it up. It hung down tickling her cheek, where she furiously tucked it behind her left ear, only to fall down again. Her skin was very pale, but not ghostly, more luminous. There was a hint of the freckles prominent to the Weasley side, but no more. Her long, black eyelashes set off the green in her eyes. She was tiny, like her mother, but had her father’s thin face. He suddenly realized as though a lightening bolt had struck him how beautiful she really was. Her hair broke free of her ear again. Sirius had the mad urge to reach out and return it to its rightful place.

‘She’s evil.’ a voice in the back of his mind whispered. But was she really? He’d seen her with her friends and her sisters and her personality was nothing but sweet. There were no biting remarks, no boiling anger, none of the wrath of Elizabeth May Potter he had grown so accustomed to. On the other hand, he was not anywhere near as arrogant and reckless as he appeared to be around her. They seemed to bring out the worst in each other.

It seemed she sensed his eyes on her. She raised her eyebrows as she looked up. Sirius opened his mouth to speak.

Ring-ring. Stupid doorbell.

He got up to open the door and found himself face to face with his parents.

“Mum! Dad! Fabulous to see you again, really.”

“Oh hello Aunt Tonks, Uncle Remus, did you put something strange in his food this morning, he’s being helpful.” Liz cut in with a completely straight face.

They both chuckled. Tonks said, “No, but I wish I would have thought of that sooner.”

“Here, we can take your cloaks.” Sirius said, ignoring the attack on his character. His parents and little sister, with normal appearance, entered the room. “Where’s Violet?” he asked, noticing the absence of his youngest sibling.

“Well, the party may go on quite late and you know how fussy she can get.”

They were about to close the door when the Longbottom’s appeared on the other side. Neville happily greeted them, Luna smiled at them and said a dreamy hello, Lynn hugged them both, Celeste waved energetically.

“Oh Merlin, you two are talking.” Lynn joked, pretending to faint.

“Shush.” Liz muttered, nudging her. “The party’s in the dining room.” she added. The rest of the guests filed in at a quick pace. Fred, George, and company all stopped to talk loudly, asking when they could set off the fireworks. Liz said later. Best to let her father deal with that. Shortly after a flustered Ron showed up with Arthur and Jane, muttering something about a sleeping drought. Bill, Fleur, and Renee came in, hugging everyone they saw. Charlie wouldn’t be coming as he was back in Romania, but he sent an owl promising to be there for Christmas. Liz had to stop Sirius from running away when Minerva McGonnagal, headmistress of Hogwarts, showed up. Percy came rushing in ten minutes late, saying he would have to leave right after Ginny got back because he was “so terribly busy.”

“A fair few?!” Sirius asked Liz from under a tottering pile of cloaks. “I’m surprised the bloody minister isn’t here.”

“Dad doesn’t really like the minister.” Liz said, thinking of Rufus Scrimgeour with distaste. “Always said he’s hopelessly dense.”

A frantic Harry came running down the stairs.

“She’s coming!” he yelled to the assembled guests. They all hushed immediately. Liz turned off the lights.

The door opened and she heard her grandfather’s voice. “Oh, no dear I don’t know why it’s dark...”

“SURPRISE!” they all yelled together as Liz flipped the lights back on. Sirius stood on the bench.

“May I present the ravishing Ginevra Weasley Potter and her pride and joy, the handsome James Harry Potter!”

“Sirius, get down!” Liz exclaimed, but she was laughing.

“Ahh, Miss Potter here seems to have a problem with my introduction. Perhaps she’s jealous? Or perhaps she thinks she can do better?” He said, grabbing her hands and pulling her up on the bench with him.

“Don’t.” she said, trying to keep a straight face. He gave her a puppy dog look. “Oh, alright. May I present my lovely Mum, and my adorably sweet baby brother, home once again.”

“Weak.” Sirius muttered. The whole room burst into laughter. Harry walked up to his wife and put his arm around her shoulders. Everyone went into the dining room to eat, leaving Liz and Sirius alone.

Sirius jumped down from the bench and held out a hand to help Liz. She took it. He started to walk towards the dining room, but she grabbed his arm.

“What?” he asked.

“Why are you being so nice?” she blurted.

“What, I’m not always nice?” he asked, only half joking.

“No, your not. Usually you insult me, and make fun of me, and humiliate me, but you haven’t tonight. You’ve helped and you even paid me a compliment. Why?”

“Maybe I was just tired of us being at each other’s throats all the time.” he muttered. “You’re not always an angel either, you know. Do you think I like it when you tell me you hate me every five seconds?! Why do you hate me so much anyway?”

“I...I don’t know.” She sounded taken aback.

“Well maybe you should think about it sometime.” he said weakly. He walked away, and was glad to see that the two remaining seats were at opposite ends of the table. He sat between his father and Becca, staring moodily down at his plate. He glanced at his parents, who were holding hands as they talked to Ron and Hermione sitting across from them. He wondered vaguely if they’d always been that at ease, got along that well.

Liz came in a few minutes later and sat between her mother and Renee at the head of the long table. She looked okay, but Sirius saw her wipe a single tear off her cheek when no one was looking. He immediately felt a twinge of guilt.

Why does she do this to him? He could get her so riled up he couldn’t think straight one minute and make him feel as low down as a flobberworm the next. He really didn’t understand women.

Harry was making a speech. Ginny was smiling fondly at him, their new addition asleep in her lap. The dinner was great as always, but Sirius didn’t eat much. The party would have been wonderful if he’d been in a better mood. He’d been to a lot of the Weasley family’s parties, but the Potter’s were always the best. Liz seemed determined to keep him from having fun however. Even though she was not really doing anything to him the absence of her smile was enough.

At around midnight the guests started to disperse. The Lupin family made their way towards the door, exchanging last minute goodbyes with the Potters. Liz didn’t meet his eyes when she wished them a good night. That’s it, he couldn’t take it anymore.

“I’d like a word.” he said, grabbing her arm and leading her into a side hall.

“I’m sorry.” he said the minute he let her go.

She was quiet for a moment. Then she said, “Me too.” They looked into each other’s eyes for a long while before Sirius surprised them both and pulled her into a hug.

“Sirius.” she whispered into his ear, “I don’t hate you.”

“I don’t hate you either.” he replied.

“Good.” she said, pulling away. She was smiling. The room lit up when she smiled.

“I’d better go. Bye Lizzie.”

“Don’t call me Lizzie!”

Sirius grinned. Everything was back to normal.


Liz was laying on her bed, flipping through her schoolbooks in her pajamas. She was in quite a good mood. She’d just taken a sip of hot chocolate when there was a knock on the door.

“Come in.” Renee, Lynn, Celeste, and Nicole all trooped in. The three former were all staying the night at the house.

“What’s this?” Liz asked, eying them suspiciously. They were armed with popcorn and more hot chocolate.

“Girls night in, of course!” Lynn exclaimed. “We have matters of sensitive nature to discuss.”

“Oh, and what might these be?” Liz asked, her curiosity peaking.

“Well, you see, Nicole was observing you when...”

“Spying.” Renee interjected.

“My own sister, spying on me?” Liz exclaimed, throwing popcorn at her.

“Yes, well that’s not the point.” Lynn said impatiently. “The point is she saw you and a certain black haired, grey eyed boy have a very interesting conversation.”

“Oh.” Her heart sank. “You saw that?”

“Yes I most certainly did! ‘I don’t hate you, Sirius’” she imitated Elizabeth while pretending to swoon.

“So I said I didn’t hate him, what’s the big deal?”

“You hugged him!” her sister screeched.

“Correction, he hugged me.”

“That’s not much of a difference.” Celeste pointed out.

“Yes, it is!” she said indignantly.

“Oh come on, you can tell us, were family!” Renee exclaimed.

“Yes, were here to listen to your confessions about how you find him completely irresistible and devilishly handsome.” Lynn giggled.

“Oh yeah, how would you like, oh lets say, the entire school to know all about your ‘feelings’ for a certain Andrew Weasley?”

Her eyes got wide. “You wouldn’t dare.”

Liz grinned. “Try me.” Lynn hit her over the head with a pillow. The fight that followed left five girls in a giggling heap and a lot of popcorn on the floor.

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Old October 12th, 2005, 10:04 pm
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Chapter 3: A Thousand Years

“Liz, Liz wake up.” Ginny Potter was shaking her very stubborn sixteen year old daughter gently.

“Why.” she asked, her voice muffled by her pillow.

“Hogwarts, dear.” she said patiently.

“What time is it?”


“Why so early?”

“Because we have to floo to the Leaky Cauldron and then walk to the station. Unless you’d rather us drive, but in that case you should have got up about three hours ago.”

“Alright, I’m coming.” Liz said, exasperated. She really hated mornings. Okay, lets see. Jeans, check. Sweater, check. Trunk, check. Owl, check. She always hated walking through London with her owl. All the muggles stared shamelessly. She kicked open her trunk to make sure she had all her books. She did.

When Liz entered the kitchen, dragging her trunk after her, she found Nicole and Sirius already eating breakfast. Her and Sirius had talked a lot over the last few weeks and decided they would try to be friends.

“Morning.” she yawned sleepily. “What are you doing here?” she asked Sirius.

“Mum got called into the office early this morning so I’m going to King’s Cross with you lot.” He replied. His voice was flat and there were dark circles under his eyes. He’d never been great with mornings either.

“Oh.” They ate in quiet. An hour later, Liz’s parents came in.

“Okay, I’m staying here with Gen and James, so your father’s going to take you to the train.” Ginny said, hugging them all. After last good-byes, promises to write, and multiple “behave yourselves” they made their way to the fireplace. Harry went first, then Liz, Nicole, and Sirius. They wiped the soot off their clothes, said a quick hello to Tom at the bar, and began walking towards King’s Cross. Leaning casually against the barrier of Platform 9 3/4, the Hogwarts Express materialized in front of them.

“Well, were a bit early.” Harry said, looking at the clock. It showed ten-thirty.

“We’ll go put our trunks away and meet you back here in a couple minutes.” Liz said.

They made their way down the train, stopping so Nicole could put her trunk in a compartment halfway down the train. Liz made her way to the last compartment, the one her and her friends had been sharing since their first year. To her bemusement, Sirius followed her.

“Are you going to follow me around all year?” he asked him.

“That’s the plan, yes.” He said while helping her stow her trunk in the luggage rack. His hand brushed against hers, and she felt a chill run down her spine.

“Aren’t you going to sit with your usual gits?” She asked, watching him lift his own trunk.

“My friends can survive one train ride without me.” he said simply.

She sighed. “Oh, very well, lets go say good-bye to Dad.”

They had just stepped out onto the platform when a woman coming through the barrier yelled, “Harry?”

Harry turned around to face her, and Liz recognized her as one of her best friend’s mother.

“Lavender, is that you? Goodness, I haven’t seen you in ages. How are you?”

“Wonderfully! It’s Lavender Finnagin now, you know.”

Liz walked up behind her father in time to see Angenette Finnigan coming through the barrier with her father.

“Yes, I knew that. Our daughters are friends.” Harry said.

“Oh, yes, of course. Hello, Liz dear, how are you.”

“Very good, Mrs. Finnigan.” Angenette came over and hugged her, squealing. They all said good-bye.

“See you soon!” Harry added. Liz thought that was strange since she wouldn’t see him again until Christmas, but her father wasn’t exactly what could be called normal. Nicole left for her compartment after promising to join them for lunch. Angenette, Liz, and Sirius made their way to the end of the train to find Marissa Davies, her other best friend, waiting for them. She blushed furiously at the sight of Sirius, both Liz and Angenette rolled their eyes.

“What’s he doing here, anyways.” Angenette whispered to Liz after they’d all sat down.

“Apparently, were friends now.” she almost laughed out loud at her friend’s expression. “Don’t ask.”

When the train started moving Liz got up to make her way to the prefects carriage. Sirius looked at her in horror.

“Where are you going?” he asked.

“Prefects meeting, we’ve got to get our orders.” she smiled at his expression. “You chose to sit with us.”

‘Oh, that’s just great, Liz, leave me alone with one girl who likes me so much she won’t speak to me and another who can’t stand me, splendid.’ he thought angrily.

“Er, hi ladies, how were your summers?” he asked awkwardly. Angenette glared at him. Marissa muttered a shaky, “Fine.” He caught sight of red hair outside the door. ‘Well, its worth a shot.’ He threw open the door.

“Arthur, old buddy! Come in, join us why don’t you.” Arthur Weasley looked taken aback for a few moments, looked into the compartment Sirius had just come out of, and snorted loudly.

“Got yourself in a spot of trouble there?” he muttered.

“Your cousin left me with these two.” Sirius muttered back. “Please? Just until Liz gets back, okay?”

“Oh, very well, but you owe me.”

Liz came back around one, along with Renee. They had a very enjoyable time playing Exploding Snap and eating their way through a mountain of Chocolate Frogs. They all squealed happily as they caught their first glimpse of Hogwarts protruding over a mountain. The castle’s high towers and stone walls were always so inviting. They were home.

The entourage got off the train, minus Liz and Renee, and stepped onto Hogsmeade Station. Sirius was carrying both his and Liz’s owls. His tawny, named Bob, looked quite plain compared to her Snowy, Miercoles. He remembered they had both gotten theirs as first years. Liz was making fun of him for naming his Bob when he pointed out that she named hers after the Spanish word for Wednesday. That had shut her up.

“Thanks.” The girls had caught up to them. Renee and Arthur went off to find their friends while the others made their way towards the horseless carriages.

“Firs’ years, over here!” the cry they had become so familiar to echoed over the moonlit grounds. They waved at Hagrid happily. It was quite a cold night for the first of September so the Gryffindor sixth years didn’t stall in finding a compartment. They did stop however, to call words of encouragement to the blonde head in the sea of first years.

“Bye Daniella, see you in Gryffindor!” her brother David called.

“Now, now, she may be in Ravenclaw!” Renee responded.

“Don’t forget Hufflepuff!” Arthur called.

Daniella gave them a shaky smile. She was very pale.

“Don’t worry, it’ll be fine. Everyone makes a fuss over the sorting, but it really isn’t that big of a deal. It won’t matter to us where your put.” Sirius spoke up. Daniella’s face lit up in a smile. Liz looked at him strangely. She’d never really seen much of his caring side even though she knew it was there. Maybe he wasn’t so bad after...

“Sirius, mate, where have you been?” Landen Wood, who in Liz’s opinion was the biggest idiot in the history of Hogwarts, walked up to them. He was also known as Sirius’s best friend. Christian Boot wasn’t far behind. Together they made up a group of extremely popular but very obnoxious boys. Liz didn’t particularly like any of them on their own, but together they were all but unbearable. She was really starting to regret becoming friends with Sirius.

“Ah, sitting with Potter, are we? Since when have you become too good for us?” Christian asked.

“I was just sitting with her for the train ride, it’s not like I’m marrying her.” For some reason he looked very annoyed. He looked at her.

“Your freezing.”

“No, I’m fine really.”

“No, here, take my cloak.” He said offering it to her. She was quite cold. Well, they were friends now. She took it and thanked him. Landen and Christian snickered.

“Can I hex them?” she muttered in his ear.

He laughed. “Leave it to me.”

‘He really is different this year.’ she thought. They jumped into the nearest carriage, Angenette and Marissa following them. To Elizabeth’s dismay, Landen and Christian followed them as well.

“So, how was everyone’s summer?” Christian asked. They all muttered “fine.” That was the standard response for that question. You never really told anyone about your summer, if they wanted to know, they already would. The short ride to the school was uneventful, the girls were talking amongst themselves, as were the boys. They finally lurched to a halt. Liz, being closest to the door, tried to open it and get out gracefully.

So much for that. She tripped over the hem of her robes and fell straight into a puddle of mud.


“Need a hand?” Sirius helped her off the ground.

“Thanks.” she said, looking at her feet.

“And I thought I was the clumsy one.” he joked, wiping some mud off her cheek with his sleeve. “I must say, mud is not your color.”

She hit his arm. “I should curse you into the next...Dad?”

Sirius spun around. And there Harry was, standing in the doorway with a monster grin on his face.

“I told you I’d see you soon.”

“What are you doing here?” Liz asked.

“Something about it being the Sorting Hat’s thousandth anniversary, they wanted me to be the guest of honor for some reason.” Liz and Sirius shared a look. “But anyway, I thought I’d surprise you.”

He looked up at the castle. “Oh, it’s good to be back.”

“It is.” Sirius said more to himself than anyone.

“What’s with you and the other guys?” Liz asked him, suddenly wanting to make sure he was alright.

He looked thoughtful. “I don’t know. They’re just like suddenly annoying the hell out of me. This is going to sound strange after years of fighting, but I’d rather talk to you.” She looked at him so intently she almost ran into the door. He held out an arm to stop her and she ended up tripping over his feet. She would have ended up on the ground again if he hadn’t caught her.

“Sorry.” she stammered, blushing furiously.

“No problem.” he grinned. “You look cute when you blush.”

“Shut up.” she said, blushing harder than ever. It was quite a relief to reach the table. Nothing more to trip over.

Nicole and Celeste sat across from them. “Okay, now why is dad here again?”

“The Sorting Hat is one thousand years old.”


“If you were a thousand years old wouldn’t you want to celebrate?” Just then a hush fell over the students as Professor McGonagall led a scared looking line of first years into the hall. In her hands she carried a tattered and worn hat on a three legged stool.

They were silent for a moment. Then the first years gasped as the brim of the hat opened and burst into song.

One thousand years ago today,
Godric ripped me off his head.
And said, “My friends when we are gone,
This hat can sort instead.”

I’ve sorted many students,
Through my noble history.
For no one knows the founders better,
Than a soul who was there like me.

I see this line of students,
On the first day of every school year.
I’ll tell you where you belong,
I’m always right, do not fear.

So come let me look inside your head,
See the deepest desires of your heart.
I will think, I’ll think hard,
And find what sets you apart.

Oh, you may become a Gryffindor,
If you are amongst the brave.
When you’re unafraid of selfless deeds,
And courage is your way.

Or maybe a Ravenclaw,
Where intelligence is key.
If you have a sharp and working mind,
Learning will give you wings.

And then again, there is Slytherin,
The most cunning of their kind.
Those clever folks with pure blood,
Are the friends that you will find.

But let us not forget Hufflepuff,
If you are kind and good.
If you are always calm and fair,
Be in this house you should.

So this is my duty,
To sort you into four.
I’ve been doing it for many years,
And shall continue for many more.

So now you know what to expect,
And where this school has been.
Enough musings of an old hat,
Let the sorting now begin.

The hat went quiet once more as the hall broke into applause. The Headmistress unrolled a long sheet of parchment and began reading names. The hat seemed to be very dramatic today, taking a long time to decide everything, and then pausing after making a decision. Liz thought it must have been quite annoying for the first years, being nervous already.

Finally there was only one student left.

“Weasley, Daniella.” Professor McGonagall called.

Daniella slowly approached the hat and put it on with shaking hands. It fell down over her eyes. A moment’s silence.

“SLYTHERIN!” Liz never knew silence could be so loud.

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Old October 16th, 2005, 5:31 am
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Chapter 4: As Though They Were Yesterday

Everyone in the Great Hall was staring at the small girl in the front of the room. She still had the hat on. Her face was as white as a ghost. Silently, shaking madly, she took the hat off, set it on the stool, and burst into tears as she made her way towards the Slytherin table.

Sirius stood up and clapped, the sound echoing strangely off the walls. Harry, sitting at the staff table, joined him. Liz stood next, glaring at the other Gryffindors, who promptly followed her. Then, to their surprise and slight amusement, the Slytherin table applauded their newest member. Soon the entire hall was on it’s feet, clapping for a girl, who, in Harry’s day, would have been ignored by everyone. Daniella gave Sirius a watery smile and sat down, looking unsure yet more determined than ever.

“That was amazing.” Liz whispered to Sirius when they sat down.

“I told her we’d be proud of her no matter what house she was put in. I meant it.” She smiled. He smiled back.

Professor McGonagall stood up at the center of the table. The hall went silent once more. Her speech was short, outlining the rules of Hogwarts for the first years and other assorted students who, in her words, “seem to have forgotten some of them.”

“...and finally, on this very special occasion in Hogwarts history, I would like to welcome our guest of honor, Mr. Harry Potter.” The hall exploded in cheers. Harry, smiling at the clapping Slytherin table, got to his feet.

“Hello, my dear friends, it is so wonderful to be back at Hogwarts at last. And under such happy circumstances as well. I remember my days here as though they were yesterday, and here I stand a generation later, to find this school as strong at it has ever been. One thousand years ago, we were all united. Now, I’m sure you all know the story, so I will not bore you with it here. But before you today, I see students close to being united once again. In my fifth year, the esteemed Sorting Hat gave a warning. It told us that if the school remained divided it would crumble from within. At the time, I scoffed it off like a foolish adolescent would. But that wise old hat was right. And not heeding his advice almost cost us this school. Now, years later, I see the importance of those words. And I see the progress that has been made. You are close, my dear students, very close to achieving something that was once thought impossible.

“Eighteen years ago, a wizard who was trying to take over the world was defeated. Yes, it is true that I administered the final blow, but I do not for a second take credit for his defeat. That credit goes to the hundreds of brave people that gave their lives to save those they loved. In the end, Voldemort was defeated by the power of love. If there is one thing you remember from my speech today, let it be this. Never underestimate the power of love. For it is strong enough to fix all the problems of the world.

“When I was a first year, a wise man named Albus Dumbledore said a few words I will never forget. I will repeat them for you now. Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak! Enjoy the feast.”

Professor McGonagall got up again. There were tears in her eyes.

“Thank you Harry. And now, the feast. Welcome, and welcome back!”

The tables filled with food before their eyes. The happy chatter that was so distinctively Hogwarts filled the hall once again. Liz glanced at Sirius. He smiled at her, an unmistakable twinkle in his eye. And for that moment, Liz was at complete peace with herself.


She knew it was morning, but she didn’t want to gain consciousness. She had been having quite a nice dream. If only the person saying her name would shut up. And what was with all the shaking.

“Liz, for god’s sake, wake up!” She rolled over to look at her sister.


“Come on, get dressed, Dad’s leaving and we’ve got to say good-bye.”

Grumbling, Liz got out of bed and groped around for her robes. First day back was always exciting but it seemed a lot better when you were fully awake. When she finally managed to get ready, she left for the common room to meet the others. She waved at the portrait of Sirius Black as she passed. There were a ton of portraits of fallen members of the Order of the Phoenix hanging around Hogwarts. They were planning on putting this particular one in the Transfiguration hallway where everyone could see, but her father requested that it was put in Gryffindor Tower.

The party entered the Entrance Hall to find what seemed like the entire school already assembled there. Harry was cheerfully answering questions about his days at Hogwarts. Liz coughed.

“Um, Dad, were here. Do you think we could go somewhere else?” she asked, observing a first year gaping at her father with his mouth slightly open. She really didn’t understand people.

“Oh, yes, of course. I’m sorry, you’ll have to excuse me.” The crowd groaned. The Potter’s, Weasley’s, Longbottom’s, and a Lupin followed him out onto the grounds. He said good-bye to all of them separately, making them promise to write. Liz’s father never ceased to amaze her. He was so busy, yet he always managed to write to all of them every week.

“Oh, here Liz, I brought you some more pictures of James.”

“Dad, I already have five of them hanging on my headboard.” she complained, taking them none the less.

“You can never have too many pictures.”

Harry walked towards Hogsmeade with a final “take care” and in the crack of apparation he was gone. For some reason Liz felt quite emotional. She didn’t know what was wrong with her, she rarely missed her parents. But right now she could feel the telltale prickle of tears behind her eyes.

“Hey, are you okay?” Sirius put a hand on her shoulder.

“Yeah, I don’t know why I’m getting upset.” she said, now wiping away rapidly falling tears. Everyone else had gone back to the school. Sirius pulled her close, and she felt a lot better at once. He muttered something into the top of her head.

“What?” she asked, her tears slowing.

“I said I don’t like seeing you cry.”

She looked up at him, no longer crying. “You can be very sweet sometimes, you know that.”

He grinned at her. “All part of my charm. Race you back.”


“Race you back!” he yelled, already running towards the school.

“Oh no, you don’t.” she grinned, following him at a sprint.

They entered the Great Hall, panting slightly. “That wasn’t fair, you cheated!” Liz whined.

“Ah, but all’s fair in love, war, and antics we are much too old for, my dear.”

“Where’d you get that, ‘A Prat’s Guide to Life’?”

“Oh, mature.”

“I know I am.”

At that moment, a harassed looking Professor McGonagall came up to them, muttering about why she couldn’t understand why the head of houses couldn’t check schedules. She looked at the classes Liz and Sirius wanted to take, approved them, and moved on to the next group at the Hufflepuff table.

“Here, swap.” Liz took the schedule he was offering her and handed over her own.

“We have your Dad first.” she said. “And Neville right after.”

“All the same except one class. I have Care of Magical Creatures and you have Divination. Why do you bother taking that bloody subject? Even Uncle Harry says it’s a bunch of rubbish, and his life was planned out by a prophecy.”

“I just think it’s fascinating. You know, that some people can see the future. I agree that Trelawney has no idea what she’s doing but that doesn’t mean other people don’t.”

“Well, I still think it’s rubbish.”

“It gets me away from you for a little while.” He glared at her and she laughed.

“Hey guys.” Andrew, Ryan, and David had sat down across from them. David spoke again. “We just wanted to ask Sirius when Quiddich tryouts were.” Sirius was the newly appointed captain.

“I’m not sure yet, either this weekend or next. We really need a new seeker, I don’t want to use that reserve. Fancy trying out Liz?”

“I certainly do not! You know I can’t fly.”

“You mean won’t.” he corrected. “Both your parents played, I bet you could be really good if you tried.”

“Well, Quiddich is stupid, so it doesn’t matter.”

“It is not!”

They continued to bicker all the way to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. They were still at it when their friends joined them ten minutes later. When the lesson started, they were still whispering insults toward each other.

“Elizabeth, Sirius, would you please pay attention.”

They looked around to see that everyone else had already paired up and were practicing whatever was assigned.

“Sorry, Uncle Rem-I mean Professor Lupin.”

“Yeah, sorry...er...sir.”

“It’s okay. Now we are practicing nonverbal spells today, so I guess you two will have to pair up. I can trust you to not hurt each other, right?” he asked, a little uncertainly.

“Of course.” Sirius said. Liz nodded.

They looked at the rest of the class. They were all purple in the face, trying desperately to make a spell work without uttering a word. Liz and Sirius grinned. Liz’s father had taught them both nonverbal spells in their forth year.

“Let’s give them a little show, shall we?” Sirius asked her mischievously.

“Yes, I think that would be in order.” They raised their wands. Liz mouthed three...two...one. She cast a jelly-legs jinx. He repelled it with a shield charm. She ducked, then sent a stunner. Fernunculus. Protego. They had the entire class watching them now. A little thing called Levicorpus. Then Liz administered the grand finale, one of her mother’s famous bat-bogey hexes. Sirius banged into a wall, fell down, and admitted defeat. She walked up to him and performed the counter-curse.

“Where did you two learn that?” Remus asked, looking astounded.

“My dad.” Liz said while helping Sirius to his feet.

He chuckled. “I should have known. Most impressive, I must say. Twenty points to Gryffindor, although I think I remember saying only disarmers and stunners.”

“We weren’t listening, remember?” Sirius asked innocently. The whole class, including the professor, burst into laughter.

“Nice hex.” he muttered to Liz. They had both been given the rest of the class off while everyone else continued to struggle with the spells.

“Thanks. You didn’t do so bad yourself, Mr. Lupin.”

“Yeah, but you beat me.”

“All part of my charm.” she said grinning.

“You are honestly the most aggravating person I’ve ever met.”

“I know.”

“I think you might be annoying your poor friends to death. Or rather I’m annoying your poor friends to death.”

“Yeah, well what about you? They’ve been loyal to you, even if they are immature little gits. You should talk to them.”

“I did last night. They were complaining about me talking to you so I told them that you were my friend and I cared about you. I said that if they wanted to be friends with me they’d have to deal with you and not insult you while I’m around. They agreed. As long as they don’t break their promise we’re cool.”

“That’s good. Because I don’t want you ruining anything for me. I’m not worth that.”

“What if I think you are?”


“Why do you do that? You always put yourself down, and I don’t like it.”

“Why do you stick up for me when I don’t deserve it? All I’ve ever been is nasty to you, but you gave me a chance. Why?”

“Because I know your more than that. And somewhere deep inside your heart you know that too. Your amazing and you don’t even know it.” She looked into his eyes for some hint of a joke. She found none.

And then the bell rang. They trudged off to Herbology, leaving Liz quietly walking beside Angenette and Marissa as they chatted happily about make-up, and boys, and other assorted things. For some reason she was in a foul mood. She thought about what Sirius had said. She didn’t really believe him even though she knew he was sincere when he said it. Then she thought about Daniella and how she was doing on her first day. She wished she didn’t have to be in Slytherin. It must be really hard on her. Even thought they had all assured her this morning that they weren’t angry in the least, she still seemed worried. Liz knew she was worried about what her parents would say. Liz knew they wouldn’t care, but then again she must be the first Weasley in at least a few hundred years to be put in that house. Liz would probably be worried too.

Thinking about Slytherins made her think about her father’s speech at the feast last night. He was right. All this inter-house rivalry was so stupid. They wasted all their time focusing on their differences instead of seeing how much they all had in common.

Her thoughts continued along these lines until she was positively seething.

She stared at the Thiplybluff Bush she was supposed to be pruning and began whacking one of the branches repeatedly with her clippers.

After a few moments of this she received a note in her lap. She looked up to see Sirius grinning at her. The note said, You show that bush who’s boss! Inclosed was a single chocolate frog.

She smiled.

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Old October 23rd, 2005, 8:45 pm
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Ok, I had SO much fun with this post, that’s why it took so long. Good news! After this week I should be able to post more often.

Chapter 5: A Little Chat

Liz was sitting in the library late Wednesday evening with her nose buried in a book. It was only the third day of school and they were already swamped with homework. She looked at her half finished transfiguration essay blankly, wondering if she’d make it through the year. Professor Roshwick had assigned them two feet of parchment on conjuring inanimate objects. She glanced at a table on the other side of the room to see Lynn and Andrew studying together. Grinning, she tried to get back to work. No such luck.

“Hi.” Sirius sat down beside her. “Transfiguration?”

“Yes.” she said, pushing her essay away from him. “Do you get what were supposed to be writing about?”

“No idea.” She grinned at him. A look of mischief flashed in his deep grey eyes.

“Why do you always do your homework the first day it’s assigned?” he asked.

“Why not?”


“It’ll be just as annoying this weekend as it is now.”

“What’s your favorite color?”


“Do you enjoy aggravating me?”

“You’ve got to have some fun with life.”

“And driving me mad is fun?”

“Is it not?” He laughed.

“So, do you want to pool our collectively vast knowledge and see if we can get this done?”

“Sure.” she replied, smiling at his use of words. He was so cute when he did that. Wait, did she just think something Sirius did was cute?

An hour later, they triumphantly put away their essays and began their equally long and grueling potions essay. Liz was so bored with writing, even though Sirius made the process considerably more enjoyable.

“Do you remember that one time I turned myself purple when we were trying to make a shrinking solution?” Sirius asked her.

“Oh, I’ll never forget that.” She laughed.

“Urgh, I hate potions!”

“So how’s the quiddich?” she asked, desperate for a change of topic.

“I thought you hated quiddich?”

“I do, but you like it and I thought I should show a little interest.” she said, looking into his warm eyes. He smiled his gorgeous smile.

“I’m surprised you aren’t out there playing. The sun was out today and everything.” Liz pointed out.

“Those who are happy when the sun shines...”

“...have never danced in the rain.” Liz finished for him. He looked at her, all trace of a joke disappeared from his eyes.

“You have to be the strangest girl I’ve ever met.” He tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. She blushed crimson. His hand drifted to her cheek, gently stroking the soft skin. They were very close. His mind was racing, her’s totally blank.

That’s when Sirius did something completely foolish, completely mindless, and completely right. He leaned in and kissed her.

She stiffened at first, not really sure what was happening. But then, as though being driven by another force, she melted. She could feel his soft lips on hers, his hand settling on the nape of her neck, sending shock waves through her. She didn’t know why she was letting this happen, only that it seemed to fit so well she couldn’t protest.

And then he pulled away as though he had been burned. Shaking his head wildly, he muttered “Oh no, oh no.” and ran out of the library at top speed.

Liz stared at the spot where he disappeared for a moment before she promptly burst into tears. She had only been friends with Sirius for about a month, but he already had this hold on her that she couldn’t explain. And she didn’t think she could bear to loose him now.

“Erm, Potter?” She looked up to see grey eyes peering into hers. But they were nothing like Sirius’s, however. They held none of his warmth, his depth, his glint of humor. They were slanted, cold and detached. She slowly took in the blonde hair and pale face of Abraxas Malfoy.

“What, did you come over here to gloat?” she snapped. He was the last person she wanted a conversation with right now.

“No!” he said, slightly offended. “It’s just, well, you’re crying.”

“No, I hadn’t noticed.”

“There’s no need to bite my head off, I just wanted to see if you were alright.”

She was so shocked she stopped crying. She’d heard so much about the Malfoys that it was hard for her to understand why he would be concerned for her.

“Why do you care?” she asked cooly.

“Why shouldn’t I. You’ve never done anything to me.”

“You’re a Malfoy, I’m a Potter.” she said as though this settled the matter.

“Oh, come now, Elizabeth. I thought you of all people wouldn’t care about family.”

“Well maybe you thought wrong.”

“Did you ever consider that you were the one that is wrong.”


He actually laughed. “Ah, yes, you are most definitely a Potter.”

“Exactly. Will you be going now.”

“I really don’t think so.”

“WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM!” she screamed, standing up and earning herself a reproving look from Madam Pince.

“I only have one?” he asked innocently. She was reminded horribly of Sirius.

“Sarcasm will get you nowhere.”

“It got you to stop screaming.”

“Oh would you stop it!” She was really starting to get annoyed. “I can’t think straight with you twisting my words around.”

He sat there smirking at her.

“Don’t look at me like that.” she snapped.

“Like what?”

“You know very well like what. Why are you here again?”

“I wanted to see if you were okay.”

“And why exactly do you care?”

“Because it’s common human courtesy to ask a girl what’s wrong when she’s crying in public.” he replied smartly.

“Your human?” Liz asked with her best straight face. He was not amused.

“I thought you would be better than that.”

“Better than what?”

“Letting petty family differences get in the way of your life. Yes, our fathers hated each other at school, they probably still do, but we’re not our fathers.”

There was too much truth in this to argue. She looked straight at him, as though trying to read his mind. “You were actually concerned?”

“Yes, I was.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s quite alright, Elizabeth.” She was about to tell him to call her Liz, but she stopped herself. She rather liked how he said her full name.

“Well, you are a Slytherin.” she pointed out.

“I’m up for a little inter-house unity if you are.” He winked. She giggled.

“Now, you never answered my question. Why were you crying?”

Her lip trembled again as Sirius’s face swam in front of her. “Oh, it was silly.”

“The tears in your eyes say otherwise.” he said gently.

“Why do guys have to be so stupid?”

He chuckled. “Don’t tell me. Lupin?”

She was astounded. “How did you know?”

“Oh, erm, well...couldn’t help but notice...quite perceptive...”

“Forget it.” Liz said quickly, suddenly unsure whether or not she wanted to hear the rest of his sentence.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

She shook her head. “Not really.”

He looked relieved. She raised an eyebrow at him.

“I’m just not good at emotions.” he said, blushing. “Or girls.”

Liz smiled. She needed a challenge. “Got your eye on anyone in particular?” she asked innocently. He blushed harder than Liz thought was possible.


She laughed. “Don’t worry, well have that mystery lady fawning over you by the end of the year. Until then, I hear your good at potions. What do you think of the ethical use of Felix Felicis?”

Sirius Lupin watched two people tackling a potions essay behind a shelf of books. One’s shiny black hair belonged to a girl he had recently found himself infatuated with, the other’s cropped blonde head was that of a person he never had a proper conversation with, but suddenly loathed.

He sighed. Why had he pulled away? And why was she studying with Malfoy? This just wasn’t turning out to be one of his better days. He silently made his way to the door, dropping a bouquet of beautiful red roses on the dusty floor as he went.


Daniella sat in one of the cushy armchairs by the fire in the Slytherin common room, writing a letter to her parents. Her first couple of days at Hogwarts had been a whirlwind, but she was having the time of her life. She didn’t mind being in Slytherin. She had been nervous at first, of course. And she had attracted a number of funny looks from the student body in general on the first day of term. But all that was behind her now. They had accepted her as just another first year.

She looked down at her half completed letter, at a loss of what to say. Harry had told them that she was sorted into Slytherin, and they had promptly sent word that they were very proud of her no matter what. But she was still having an internal battle over whether or not to tell them how happy she really was.

The wall slid open behind her, and she turned to see who had entered. Two girls, Daniella’s newfound friends, hurried over to her. They both shared her dormitory, and were the first people to accept her as a member of their house.

Felicity Baddock looked quite a bit like Daniella, with long blonde hair and grey-green eyes. She was very outgoing, and quite loud for a first year. She had three younger brothers and was fairly rich, but still down to earth.

Contessa Nott was the plainest of the three, with mousy brown hair and dark brown eyes. She was quieter, but by no means shy. Being an home schooled child living with a single mother, she had never had any real friends before she came to Hogwarts. Her elderly father died a few years after the second war, although he unfortunately was imprisoned for Death Eater activity at the time. She had a grown half-brother named Theodore, who was Uncle Harry’s age.

“Hey Dani, what are you doing?” Contessa asked, both of them taking a seat on either side of her.

“Trying to write a letter. It’s getting bloody boring though.” They laughed.

“Now ladies, we’ve been positively well behaved up until now. It’s disgusting. We need at least one late night excursion in out first week of school.” Felicity assessed, as though ordering troops into battle.

“Want to go steal some food from the kitchen?” Daniella asked, stowing the letter in her bag. “My brother told me were the secret entrance is.”

“Now your talking.” Felicity grinned.

‘Nope.’ Daniella thought as they disillusioned themselves as a disguise. ‘This year won’t be bad at all.’



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Old November 6th, 2005, 6:15 am
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Ok, I lied. But I have an excuse! Well, it’s not an excuse, just a reason. I’ve had massive writers block. *tears* So it’s probably not very good, sorry. And it’s kind of boring, but I had to get this whole Sirius/Abraxas, their first conversation thing done. Hehe, I’ll stop rambling and let you all read the post now, shall I?

Chapter 6: Mischief Managed

It was the first Friday back at Hogwarts, and Liz was on her way to Ancient Runes when she caught sight of blonde hair walking alone about ten feet in front of her. She and Abraxas had become fast friends, studying together and joking around. She’d found that she greatly enjoyed his company. He made the fact that she wasn’t on speaking terms with Sirius easier.

“Ax, wait up!” she called. He turned and smiled as she fell into step beside him.

“Where are you off to?” he asked.

“Ancient Runes. You?”

“Muggle Studies.” She looked at him strangely.


“I know absolutely nothing about them.”

“Oh. I’ve met quite a few, they’re very nice. Except my father’s relatives, I really can’t stand them.”

“How many times have you met them?” he asked, truly interested.

“Only twice. Once at some woman named Marge’s funeral, and another when my father invited them to tea last year. He seemed to think they could reconcile. That was a disaster, that was.”

“Why? What did they do.”

“Well my Great Aunt Petunia, she’s really not that bad. But she’s married to this oaf named Vernon. Their son is Dad’s age, but he still lives with them. Thick as custard, that one. Scared to death of wizards.” she said with distaste. “Here’s my stop. Library tonight?” she added.

“Will do. Bye.”





“Bye.” Liz said for the last time, laughing. She sat in her usual seat in the back of the classroom and pulled out her heavy rune dictionary. She felt someone sit down beside her. Assuming that it was either Angenette or Marissa, she was startled when she looked up to find Sirius sitting next to her. She uttered a small scream and fell off her chair.

“Nice to see you too.” he said sarcastically as she picked herself up off the floor.

“Can I help you with something?” she asked, her face now resembling a tomato.

“I’m sorry, even though I’m not really sure what it is I’m supposed to be sorry for.” He sounded very bitter, and she wasn’t sure why.

“You’re not sure what you have to be sorry for?” she asked angrily.

“Do you know what I have to be sorry for?” he asked, looking straight into her eyes.

“Of course I do!” she exclaimed.


“Erm...oh...alright, maybe I don’t, but that’s not the point.” He smirked at her, then frowned again.

“I went back to the library, you know. Even brought you flowers. But you seemed to have found other company.” he said cooly. Her eyes widened.

“Oh, is that what your so angry about! Honestly, me and Ax were just studying.”


“His name is Abraxas, of course he shortens it.” she said, exasperated.

“My name’s Sirius.”

“Fine, I’ll call you Siri from now on.” He gave her a look. She glared back.

“I thought you hated him.” he said.

“I never knew him.”

“Okay, I’ll make you a deal. You never say anything about Wednesday and I’ll never try to stop you from ‘studying’ with him.”

“We were just studying.” He shrugged. “But fine, on one condition. Never make me call you Siri.” she said desperately. He laughed a genuine laugh.

“Sounds good to me.”

Professor Milanthus, head of Hufflepuff, gave them their translations for next week, and they set to work on it. Liz liked this class because the professor was kind and did not mind talking. She usually just sat at her desk while they helped each other with their homework.

“That’s partnership, not defense.” she said, pointing at one of Sirius’s lines. “And he’s really nice, you know.”

“Let’s not talk about your boyfriend right now.”

Angenette turned around in her seat so fast Sirius thought he heard a crack. “Liz has a boyfriend? Why didn’t you tell us?” she demanded.

“He’s not my boyfriend!” Liz exclaimed.

“You’ve been spending enough time with him.”

“No one asked you to join this conversation, Lupin.” Angenette said.

“I started this conversation!” he replied in disbelief.

“Oh for bloody Merlin just tell us who you were talking about!” Marissa hissed unexpectedly. Sirius looked at her strangely. This was the first time he’d heard her talk properly.

“Malfoy.” Sirius said, looking like he had something sour in his mouth.

“MALFOY!” Angenette screamed.

“Miss Finnigan, please keep your voice down.” Professor Milanthus said.

“Sorry professor.” she replied. “Malfoy?” she asked quietly.

“I don’t see what everyone’s problem is.”

“He’s a Slytherin!”

“My cousin’s a Slytherin.”

“Yes, but that’s different.”


“I don’t know, it just is.”

“My problem isn’t him being in Slytherin.” Sirius put in.

“Then what is your problem exactly?”

“I just think he’s a rotten git.” he replied. “You can be a rotten git without being in Slytherin.”

“You don’t even know him!”

“I can tell.”

“Can you at least try to be civil to him?”

“Why?” Angenette and Sirius asked at the same time.

“Because you’re my friends and he’s my friend and I don’t want to spend all year splitting up fights!”

“I think you may be asking for a miracle.” Marissa put in, eying the other two.

“I concur with Marissa.” Sirius said, causing her to go ever so slightly red.

“Well Mr. Inter-House Unity, here’s your chance to walk the walk. Be nice to him.” Liz interjected.

He looked at her pleadingly. “Do I have to?”


“Fine.” he gave up as the bell rang, “I’ll be civil to him.”

“That’s all I ask. Come on, we have break, and I believe we have a debate to settle.”

“Oh yeah, I almost forgot,” he said as they sat down at the corner of the courtyard. Angenette and Marissa had gone back to Gryffindor tower. “I owe you flowers.” He produced a bouquet of roses.

She blushed. “Oh, you didn’t have to.”

“No, I did.”

Liz pulled an old piece of parchment out of her bag and muttered, “I solemnly swear that I am up to no good.” The Marauder’s Map sprang to life.

“No, see, look, I was right.” Liz stated. “The Room of Requirement’s not on here. It should be right there.” They had been having a debate on the matter Tuesday night.

He leaned over her to look at the map. “Oh, yeah, guess you are.”

“Someone owes me five galleons.”

Looking for a change of subject, Sirius looked at the map. He saw a tiny dot labeled “Abraxas Malfoy” headed towards them. ‘Oh, this could be fun.’ he thought.

“Liz, your friend’s coming.”

She looked down, then looked up, and whispered a hasty, “Mischief managed.” Stuffing the map back into her bag, she tried to look surprised at the sound of her name.

“Hello Elizabeth.”

“Hi, Ax. Erm...you know Sirius right?” she said awkwardly, jumping up off the ground. Sirius quickly followed. Both boys were eying each other with dislike.

“Lupin.” Abraxas said.

“Malfoy.” Sirius responded. Liz glared at him.

“But you can call me Sirius.” he said. Liz nodded in approval. “When Liz is around.” he added. She sighed.


They stood in a strained silence for a few minutes before Sirius took pity on Liz and spoke.

“Alright, look. Were obviously going to have to get used to each other since you and Liz are friends now, so let’s just try to be mature about it.”

“That sounds fine to me.”

“But be warned, Liz is like my little sister.” he said, putting a protective arm around her shoulders. “If you so much as think about hurting her...”

“Sirius, I’m older than you.” Liz interrupted.

“Only by a day!”

“There’s still the fact that you hated me for most of our lives.”

“Well...” Abraxas cleared his throat.

“As, er, lovely as this has been, I need to be going. I’ll see you later.” he directed at Liz. He gulped, “Sirius, hopefully not as soon.”

As soon as he was out of earshot, Liz rounded on Sirius. He was expecting to get yelled at, and was surprised to see a small smile on her face.

“What?” he asked, perplexed.

“You are completely impossible.” she laughed, then turned on her heel and began walking back to the castle. Sirius chuckled to himself as he watched her retreating back. This would be almost too easy.

“Mischief managed.”

Well, there it is.
Hehe, something interesting
is actually gonna happen
in the next chapter. Bet no one
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Old November 13th, 2005, 6:24 pm
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Here’s the next post. And, if your wondering, yes the writers block is just about gone. For right now that is. You might think this post is a little different, but I’m in a weird mood. I’d love to know if you like it, hint hint...

Chapter 7: That’s Interesting

There were some people who were born leaders. Some were brave. Some were funny. Some attracted friends like a light attracts insects. Some were handsome, or beautiful, and some were just plain old amazing. Arthur Bilius Weasley was not one of these people.

He vividly remembered his first year at Hogwarts. There were four Weasley boys in one year, and the teachers were very apprehensive. Arthur had heard remarks about how they would never have a peaceful classroom again. They were all so certain they’d all be sorted into Gryffindor. He’d even heard them already being compared to the famed Marauders. Professor McGonagall’s exact words were, “Andrew, Ryan, David, and Arthur, all in one year. They’ll be the next Marauders, they will. Probably come up with a stupid name like the Conquerors or something.”

They were wrong. The other three lived up to their expectations, of course. It was he that dared to be different without daring to do anything at all. No one could believe the sorting hat had put the son of Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger in any house but Gryffindor.

Yes, Arthur was a Hufflepuff. If only he could be proud about it.

The other three had become the best of friends, causing trouble, making the Quiddich team. He had nothing against them, he just wished he could be like them. They were those kind of people you just couldn’t help but love. And Arthur? He was okay. Just okay. One of those people you smile at, then never think about again.

This wouldn’t all bother him nearly as much if it wasn’t for one thing. One girl to be exact. Lynn Longbottom.

It had started out as a silly crush, back before they even came to Hogwarts. But now he truly cared about her. If he was older, he would call it love. But fourteen year olds can’t fall in love. Can they?

If Arthur had written the dictionary, she would be the definition of amazing. The girl was friends with everybody. She would be only too glad to help a first year with their homework on a Friday night, she was the leader of her group of friends, and half the time she went to Hogsmeade with Liz and the other sixth years. Houses didn’t matter in the least to her. Studying with a Slytherin was just as good as studying with a fellow Ravenclaw.

She was also the only person who, no matter what, always found time to talk to him. She was unbelievably nice, adorably forgetful, and the smartest student in their class. She was perfect. Arthur was just tall, awkward, shy, fourteen, liked to blend into the woodwork.

Not to mention she was going out with his cousin. He’d known Lynn had liked Andrew for some time now, but officially as of Tuesday, they were a couple. Arthur had always known it was hopeless. He wasn’t good at a lot of things, but hiding his feelings was one skill he had perfected. He’d had a lot of practice.

Sometimes things just never work out.


Sirius walked into the Great Hall to find Liz sitting at the Gryffindor table alone. He checked his Quiddich robes to make sure he looked presentable, then walked gracefully over towards her. Or as gracefully as a complete klutz could anyways. In other words, he only tripped over his own feet once. And she didn’t notice. So far so good.

He actually had a plan. Usually Sirius thought plans were for brainy people who actually liked doing schoolwork. People like, well, Liz. But something this major needed a plan. Sure, embarrassing Malfoy was alright for an amateur. Now, Sirius Lupin was many things, but amateur was not among them. He was a professional at chaos. Except this time he wasn’t trying to cause chaos. No, he was trying to do something much more important.

Every good plan has a name, and this one was no different. It was called, “Operation Make Liz Fall In Love With Me”. He was thinking about making campaign buttons, but decided that might be a little too obvious.

Step One: Be charming, but not arrogant. Easier said than done.

“Good morning.” Sirius said cheerfully, being rather reckless and kissing her on the cheek. She said nothing but he could see a faint blush creep up her neck. “What are your plans for today?”

“Oh, I was thinking about coming down to watch your Quiddich tryouts.” she said while adjusting the crooked captains pin on the front of his robes.

“Awesome, the more the merrier!” he replied, smiling happily. This was going well. She was coming to watch Quiddich, a game she despises.

A hundred odd owls swooped into the Great Hall. Two landed in front of Liz, and Sirius had to grab her pumpkin juice to keep it from tipping over. One was a tawny carrying the Daily Prophet, the other was a beautiful snowy with a letter.

“Hedwig? Dad just wrote yesterday” she muttered to herself, untying the letter.

She read it quickly, then turned to Sirius, smiling. “Charlie and Leslie had their baby. You’ll never guess.”

“What, another boy?” he asked laughing.

“Yep.” she replied. “They named him Mercury. Who would name their son Mercury?”

“Apparently them.” he laughed. “Oh, and they sent a picture.” He pulled out a picture of a baby with a very round face and red fuzz on the top of his head, crying at the top of his lungs.

Liz flicked open the Prophet, disappeared behind it for a moment, then gasped and spit out her pumpkin juice.

“What is it?” he asked, alarmed.

“Look.” She pointed to the headline.

Minister Dies In His Sleep

“It says Scimgeour has had a bad case of dragon pox for a few weeks, and that he was found dead early this morning. A replacement nomination will be announced later this week.” she said in a shocked voice.

“I didn’t know dragon pox was that serious.” he replied, “But he’s probably over a hundred. It might have effected him different.”

Marissa and Angenette were full out running into the great hall, followed closely by Landen and Christian, who appeared to be chasing them with Dungbombs.

“Looks like our friends are bonding.” Sirius laughed.

They all sat down across from the pair and began staring at them intently.

“What?” Liz and Sirius said at the same time.

“Nothing.” said Angenette and Christian.

“Can we help you?” Sirius asked.

“No.” Marissa and Landen responded.

“Then why are you staring at us like we were dropped from outer space?” Liz asked.

“No reason.” Marissa and Christian answered.

“Okay, that’s nice.” Sirius turned to Liz. “Well, tryouts will start soon, walk down together?”

“Sure. See you guys when you’re...normal.”

As they were walking away, she distinctly thought she heard Angenette mutter, “clueless” under her breath.

“That was odd.” Liz remarked as she followed Sirius into the changing rooms where he was retrieving his broom. “Did you get a new broom?”

“Yeah, it’s a Firebolt 120, the newest model. Some long lost relative from America sent it to me.”

“That’s weird.”

“Mmmhmm. Do you want to go for a ride?” he asked innocently.


“Oh, I’ll get you up there someday.” he replied, grinning. “You know, I forgot why we spent most of our lives fighting with each other.”

“Well, we are...”

“...complete opposites.”

She grinned. “And we also...”

“...finish each other’s sentences.”

“Yep, that pretty much sums it up.”

He walked over to her, a twinkle in his eyes. “Sure I can’t talk you into one ride?”

“Pretty darn.”

“Alright, I’ll let you off the hook. For now.” He grinned crookedly at her, letting his hair fall elegantly in his face. He squeezed her shoulder, then crossed the room and shut the door, leaving Liz rooted to the spot.

“You’ve gone MENTAL.” she screamed at the wall. Outside the door, Sirius collapsed into a fit of laughter.


Liz had never really liked Quiddich. It all seemed a bit pointless. But that didn’t mean she couldn’t recognize talent, and the Gryffindor Quiddich team definitely had that. There was Sirius, their captain and lead chaser, who made scoring goals look like taking a casual stroll. Liz wondered more than once if he would end up marrying one of the goal posts.

Andrew and Ryan Weasley were beaters, using the telepathy twins always seemed to have in reading each other’s thoughts. David Weasley was a wonderful keeper. You couldn’t trick him, and the other team rarely scored. The other two chasers were, both fifth years, were Helena Thomas, a tall and beautiful black girl, and Jacquelyn Fenmore, a short, blonde muggleborn with a sweet personality. They, along with Sirius, worked as a perfect team, scoring more goals in a short time than most of the other teams scored in a season.

The only thing the team needed was a good seeker. Their last seeker, Bernard Winters, had graduated last year, and their reserve had left much to be desired.

Liz realized she had been zoning, and glanced at the six hopefuls Sirius was now lecturing. There was a seventh year with a mild, okay severe, case of acne, standing beside a extremely small second year with mousey brown hair. Then there was the fifth year reserve, Horace McClaggan, a third year with long black hair, a forth year boy who looked a bit green, and her sister.

Wait, what? Her sister? But there Nicole was, clutching a new broom and looking remarkably calm. She looked up at Liz and smiled. Liz gave her a questioning look, but she just shrugged.

The seventh year was now trying out. The chasers and keeper were watching from the ground while the beaters hit bludgers at the maybe seekers. Sirius released the snitch and then they waited. And waited. The boy just hovered in one spot, dodging bludgers very well but not making any move toward the snitch. After a half hour, Liz had seen the snitch twice, and was hoping Sirius would tell him to come down soon.

Fifteen minutes and three snitch sightings later, the boy was told to go sit in the stands until tryouts were complete. The mousy haired boy whom Liz couldn’t help but feel she should know the name of was now trying out. He went into a nose dive when he saw the snitch, but got a little overexcited and slammed into the ground. After making sure he was alright, he was told to join the other boy.

McClaggan now sauntered onto the field. He botched the catching twice and almost got killed by a bludger, but finally managed to catch it after twenty minutes. Liz had never seen anyone look so smug while flying. The black haired girl was giggling to much to mount her broom, and ended up leaving the field laughing hysterically, Sirius rolling his eyes. The forth year walked onto the pitch, but retched before he had a chance to get into the air. He too left the pitch, this time for the hospital wing.

Now it was Nicole’s turn. Sirius, who now looked like he was about to cry, wished her good luck and released the snitch. She’d caught it within twenty seconds.

Sirius now looked like he was going to cry with happiness. “Here, do that again, I want to make sure it wasn’t a mistake.” She caught it even faster, while dodging a bludger. Sirius told her to come down, positively bouncing, and announced that Nicole would be the new seeker. Liz shrieked and ran down to hug her.

“Oh, my little sister, a seeker!” she exclaimed.


“I’m so happy for you!”


“Mum and Dad are going to be so proud!”

“LIZ!” she screamed. “There are still people here, you know.”

“Oh, right sorry.” she said. “But this is just so exciting!” She pulled Nicole into another bone- crushing hug.

“Liz, I can’t breathe.”

“Congrats, Nicole.” Liz let her go to see the small mousey haired boy grinning at them.

“Thanks, Rob.” she grinned. “Oh, sorry, I don’t think you two have met. Liz, this is Robert Creevey, Rob, this is my sister Liz.” Creevey, that’s the name she was trying to think of. Her father worked with a Creevey.

“I’M THE CAPTAIN, IT’S MY DECISION, NOW CLEAR OUT!” The three all turned in the direction of raised voices. McClaggan seemed to be taking his defeat extremely well, as he was now advancing on Sirius with his wand raised.




Sirius now stopped shouting, his voice deadly low. “I picked her because she was the best, and you know that, now clear out before I have to take out my wand.”

McClaggan seemed to be having an internal struggle, then he shoved his wand in his pocket and punched Sirius in the jaw, knocking him down. Liz gasped, then walked over to them with fire in her eyes. Forgetting she was a prefect and that half her house was watching, she pulled out her wand and pointed it at him.

“Eat slugs!” she screeched. “Now get out of here before I’m forced to take points from my own house!”

McClaggan ran back up to the castle belching slugs, and Liz dropped to her knees by Sirius.

“Evil, foul, little maggot.” she muttered, healing his jaw at the same time. “Oh, you poor thing. Are you alright?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” Liz was now running her hands over his jaw, checking it for permanent damage. He caught her hand in his own. “You shouldn’t of done that.”

“I know. Does it hurt?”

“So painful.” He grinned. “You could always kiss it better.”

She glared at him, but smiled nonetheless. Then getting on her feet, and pulling him with her, she muttered, “In your dreams.”

When Sirius got back to his dormitory, he found Landen and Christian rolling on the floor in uncontrollable laughter. And Landen held in his hands...uh-oh, that’s not good...

“Operation Make Liz Fall In Love With Me.” he read, “That’s interesting.”

Sirius snatched the parchment back. “Give me that! Can’t keep anything private around here! If either of you ever mention this again...”

“Relax, mate, we can help!” Christian interrupted quickly.

“You...you want to help?”

“Of course.” Landen replied. “What are friends for?”

Well, there it is.
Good? Bad? So horrible
I should be sent
to live under a rock?
Tell me here.


Mad Hatter... *coughs* Erm... President of all things IBP-ish.
Old November 19th, 2005, 11:14 pm
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Always Remember What You Can't Forget

Here’s the next post. I went a little nuts on the cutesy stuff, hope you don’t mind. Thanks for all my feedback for the last post, I love reading it. I’m thinking about offering a spoiler as incentive, so if you guys want to see anything in particular, let me know!

Chapter 8: They’re Kidding, Right?

When Liz Potter was late, she was late. And right now, she was late. It was Saturday, but it was also around the crack of noon and she was supposed to help Marissa with her Defense homework a half hour ago. She threw on the first article of clothing she found, an old blue sweater and a pair of jeans, and flew down the stairs to the common room, where she promptly collided with Sirius.

They took one look at each other, both bolting out of their dormitories with equal haste, and burst out laughing.

“Late for something, Sirius, dear?”

“Slightly. Did you just wake up too?” he asked.

“Yeah. So, do you want to go down to breakfast.”

“Lunch.” he corrected.

“Lunch.” she agreed. They were comparing what they were late for when they entered the Great Hall. An unnatural hush fell over the students, who then began talking once more.

“What was that about?” Liz asked once they reached the table.

“I’m not sure, but I have a feeling it wasn’t because of my stunning looks.” She spared him a glance.

“No, definitely not.” He sneered at her.

An owl delivering the Prophet fluttered down in front of her, which she paid with unusual haste. The new minister was yet to be announced, and since it had been a week, there was a certain amount of tension concerning the issue. Liz unfurled her paper, read the headline, and exclaimed, “They’ve gone bloody MAD!” Sirius snatched it out of her grip so fast it tore in half.

“Uncle Harry?” he said in an awed voice, “They’re joking. He’s never going to accept this.”

“Well, we know why they were staring now.” Liz said, her voice strained. “‘Harry Potter Nominated for Minister’, I’ll bet he’s thrilled.” Sirius could feel the sarcasm. As if on cue, Hedwig soared down towards them. Liz grabbed the letter eagerly and tore it open.

Dear Liz and Nicole,

There is going to be something about me in the paper today, and, well you’ll see what it is when you read it. But I want to assure you that under no circumstances am I going to accept this offer. I’ve been in and out of the Wizengamot all night, and I’ve made it perfectly clear I do not want this job. The next nomination should be announced tomorrow, they even asked me for a suggestion. Hermione is going ballistic, she’s had all the members of the court asking her to “talk some sense into me.” That’s why you should never get into politics.

How’s school? I’ve heard some interesting news about a certain duel in your Defense class, Liz? Tell Sirius I said hello. I’m sorry I couldn’t have spoken to you under better circumstances. Make sure to write. And behave yourselves! (Your mother told me to say that)


“Well, see, it’s alright.” Sirius had been reading over her shoulder. “He’s not accepting it!” She looked up at him, then across the table where two first years were gaping at her, then buried her face in her arms and burst into tears.

On instinct, Sirius put an arm around her. “Liz, it’s okay. It’ll be fine.” She lifted her head and buried it in his shoulder.

“Why is it always my family?”

“Do you actually want an answer to that?”

“No.” She lifted her head and wiped the tears away. “Well, I’m going to have to do some damage control.” She looked around the Great Hall just in time to see half the school look hastily away from her. Two people tapped her on the shoulder at the same time. Abraxas and Renee were both standing behind her, looking at each other strangely.

“Ummm, Liz...” Renee started, holding up the paper.

“Is he going to accept it?” Ax asked. Renee now turned to him.

“I’m sorry, do we know you?”

“Sorry. This is Abraxas Malfoy, Renee. Ax, this is Renee Weasley.” Renee gave her a half bemused, half exasperated look. “And to answer your question, no, Dad isn’t accepting the position.”

“Are you alright?” Ax asked.

“Yeah, I’m fine, I just wish people would STOP STARING AT ME!” The two first years hastily dropped their gaze.

“If you ever need to talk, I’m here.”

“Thanks.” He went back to the Slytherin table, and Renee laughed. Liz turned around to see Sirius mimicking him behind her back. She glared at him, and he had the decency to look ashamed of himself.

“Liz, I need to talk to you.” Renee pulled her out of the hall before she had time to protest.



“Oh for Merlin’s sake, he happens to be very nice!”

“Do you like him?”

“Of course I like him, he’s my friend...”

“No, I mean, do you like him?”

“Oh, no.”

She grinned. “Sirius thinks you do.”

Liz looked at her in amazement. “How do you know?”

“I know guys. But you know what this means don’t you?”


“You can get Sirius to do anything you want.”

Liz laughed. “Renee Weasley, that is absolutely cruel. I never would have thought it of you. Brilliant. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to go round up the rest of the family and inform them of the change of plans. We have far too many relatives.” She looked back at her and grinned. “Maybe I’ll get Sirius to help me.”

An hour later, all of the Weasley’s, assorted hangers-on, and random people bombarding them in the hall were informed that Harry Potter would not be their new Minister.

“Finally that’s finished.” Liz sighed in relief. Sirius grabbed her arm.

“Come on, were going for a walk.”

“But I really should help Marissa with her homework.”

“And I really should help Landen and Christian with theirs. They’re smart most of the time, they’ll figure it out.”

“Well, alright, but only because I’m two hours late anyway. She’s probably not even there.”

They walked slowly around the lake, Sirius was telling Liz about their first week of Quidditch practice. They were rather close together, and Sirius’s stomach did a somersault every time their arms brushed. Seized by a fit of daring, he reached out and took her hand.

They walked in a comfortable silence for a long while, before Sirius turned around suddenly so that he was facing her.

“You know what you need? A distraction.”

“Oh really? And what might that be, Mr. Lupin.”

“Well, Elizabeth May Potter, tonight you are going to experience Hogwarts like you never have before.”


Marissa sat in the back of the library, poring over a book called ‘Jinxes for the Jinxed’, her long blonde hair tied back in a pony tail. The library door creaked open and she looked up to see Sirius’s two friends, Landen and Christian, enter. She smiled at them, and they waved enthusiastically in turn.

“Hello Davies, how are things?” Christian asked as they both took a seat at her table.

“Pretty good. What are you two doing in the library?”

“Being the conscientious students that we are, we’re doing our homework.” Landen answered. She raised her eyebrows.

“Sirius ditched us for Liz again.” Christian interjected helpfully.

“Don’t worry, she ditched me too.”

“Where’s Finnigan?”

“Oh, she’s off somewhere doing...something.”

“So in other words, she’s snogging that seventh year Ravenclaw, what’s his name, Stebbins?”

She looked at him with a mixture of shock and amusement. “Oh, you’re good.”

He mock bowed. “Why thank you.” She giggled.

Landen rolled his eyes. “Yep, that’s our Christian, a girl at heart.” He punched him in the shoulder.

“Oh, I think you’re both girls.” Marissa commented, holding back laughter.

“You know, Davies, you’re not half bad.” Landen laughed.

“Same to you. And you can call me Marissa, you know.”

“Alright Marissa, then. I can see the desire you have to help me with my homework.” She rolled her eyes, but they set to work on the essay all the same.

“Our friends are spending far too much time with each other, though.” Landen mentioned after a while.

“Yeah, they really are clueless.” Christian agreed.

“Sirius just needs to pluck up the courage to...” he stopped short, glancing at Marissa.

“Why did you stop?” she asked.

“Well, you like Sirius, don’t you?”

She smiled. “You know what, I think I’m finally starting to get over him. I know he likes Liz and my friendship is more important to me than some silly crush.”

“Good. Did you realize we’ve never even heard you talk properly until now?”

“Yeah, I was kind of shy, wasn’t I?”

“Kind of?” Christian asked.

“Alright, excruciatingly shy.”

“That’s alright, you can make it up now by being extremely loud and immature.”

“We can help.”


Liz and Sirius were now walking through the Forbidden Forest around dusk. It had taken a full fifteen minutes for Sirius to convince her that it was completely safe as long as they stayed on the path. They had spent the afternoon in Hagrid’s hut, having tea and a cheerful visit after explaining several times that Harry was not planning on being Minister.

“Now, why in the world have you insisted on taking me into a forest full of dangerous creatures at night?”

“I want you to meet someone.”

“Who in there right mind would live in the forest.”

“Hello young Mr. Lupin.” a voice from the shadows spoke.

“Him.” Sirius replied to Liz.

A man, no a horse, no half of each, stepped onto the path. He had long blonde hair and a palomino body, with piercing, ice blue eyes. He was a centaur.

“Liz, this is Firenze.”

Firenze looked at her appraisingly for a moment, then said, “You’re the Potter girl, aren’t you.”

“Yes.” Liz answered, taken aback.

“I’ve had the pleasure of meeting your father on several occasions.” He explained, extending a hand for her to shake. “You have his eyes.”

“So I’ve been told.”

“Firenze is a centaur, Liz.”

“Yes, surprisingly enough, I figured that one out by myself. What I’d like to know is why you would ever come out in the forest by yourself. And don’t tell me you weren’t alone, I know you better than that.”

“I don’t know, I was just curious...”

“You could have really gotten hurt!”

“Do you always have to act like my mother?”

“Well, I didn’t even think you could be this stupid.”

“What’s it to you, anyway?”


He looked down at the ground. “Sorry.”

“Just promise me the next time you have the urge to go gallivanting around the forest, you’ll take me with you.” He looked up at her and grinned.

“I think I’m a bad influence on you.”

“I agree completely.” Firenze was watching them the entire time with serene amusement. Now he spoke.

“Many things are written in the stars if you know where to look. It is not, however, the centaur’s way to shout or boast about their knowledge. But I will tell you this. Keep each other close, you’ll be glad if you do. This is where I leave you, my young friends. Be safe.” They walked out of the forest in silence, Liz wrapped in Sirius’s cloak, both thinking about the centaur’s words.

Then Sirius threw caution to the winds and picked Liz up, one arm going around her back, the other under the crook of her knees.

“Sirius, you idiot, put me down!” she laughed.

“No, my dear girl, I don’t think I will.” he replied, “You are about to go on the ride of your life.”

Liz had underestimated the persuasive powers of Sirius Lupin. In the matter of five minutes, he had managed to do the impossible. He had gotten her on a broom. Sure, he had threatened to jinx her first and had to assure her ten times that he would go slow, but he had still gotten her on a broom.

“Are you ready?” Sirius asked her.

“Let’s just get this over with.”

“As you wish.” He took off with Liz holding onto his waist for dear life. She had her eyes closed and her head hidden in his shoulder. He flew around at a slow pace for a while, until he got high enough. Then he went into a steep dive, pulling up at the last second. Liz gave a muffled scream, and he laughed. Gaining altitude, he sped off to the castle, flying above the astronomy tower.

“Liz, look up.” She did, now resting her chin on Sirius’s shoulder, and saw the millions of stars so close that she felt she could touch them.

“Wow.” she breathed. Sirius smiled. She turned her head and kissed him on the cheek, and saw his smile grow wider.

“Hang on.” He swooped down over the silvery lake, their feet skimming the surface. Liz could see their reflection on the smooth surface. He landed in the grass on the shore of the lake, and Liz found that she didn’t really want this to end. Sirius jumped off and helped her down, then turned to her grinning.

“See, you’re alive and in one piece. It wasn’t that bad, now, was it?”

She smiled at him, her green eyes shining. “It was...amazing. Thank you.”

“Thank you.”

Three hours later, they were staggering across the grounds of Hogwarts, laughing harder than Liz could ever remember laughing. They had been fighting over who got to carry the Marauder’s Map, when Sirius decided to settle the matter by throwing Liz into the lake. He then felt bad and jumped in after her, the map lying abandoned along with his cloak. The water was freezing, but that didn’t stop them from trying to drown each other in a water fight. The giant squid had finally gotten annoyed with them and thrown them onto the shore.

Sirius sat down by a tree and pulled Liz down with him. They were both shaking from the cold and had tears of laughter in their eyes. They were huddling for warmth, both wrapped in the same cloak. Liz was sitting in Sirius’s lap, her face buried in his neck. She could feel him shaking. An idea hit her, and she looked up.

“Sirius, why didn’t we just dry ourselves off with our wands?”

“Oh, I dunno...” To be truthful, he had thought of it, and had been hoping Liz wouldn’t. He started to reach for his wand when she stopped him. One of her hands touched the side of his face, the other resting on his arm.

“Never mind.” His eyes met hers and he saw something in them he didn’t recognize. It seemed to take an age for their faces to close the gap between them. Their foreheads were touching, their eyes closed, they could feel each other’s misted breath. And then they heard the voice of a very happy caretaker.

“Oh dear, out of bed at this time, we are in trouble.”

Evil Filch, who is
miraculously still
alive, lolz. I couldn’t
be bothered making up
a new one when he’s
already so perfect.


Mad Hatter... *coughs* Erm... President of all things IBP-ish.

Last edited by beki14; July 26th, 2006 at 11:15 pm.
Old November 25th, 2005, 4:37 am
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Always Remember What You Can't Forget

Happy Thanksgiving to all of you in the good old U.S. of A!!!! I’m really getting into this fic now, so I’m having some fun with my characters. I know you guys think there’s too many of them, but they’re so much fun, lolz!

Chapter 9: Here We Go Again

Remus Lupin gazed at the two soaking wet, raven haired teenagers sitting before him sadly. He really didn’t want to punish anyone today, especially not them, but as the head of Gryffindor house, he had a duty to uphold. He turned the caretaker, who was wheezing in the corner.

“That will be all, Mr. Filch.”

“But you don’t understand, Professor. These students have been caught out of bed at all hours of the night, plotting, getting into all kinds of...mischief...”

“I understand completely.”

“They should be hung from their toes in the dungeons! Oh, if only those days would come again...” he muttered on his way out the door. Sirius silently thanked the heavens he hadn’t told his father what was happening when they were caught. He glanced at Liz, who was looking at her knees. He knew she’d be angry with him now.

“I must say, I’m very disappointed in you two. I’d have expected this from you, Sirius, but I thought you knew better, Liz. You are a prefect. Now, I realize this has been an unusual day, but that is no excuse.”

“Dad, it was my fault, I convinced Liz to come with me...” Sirius began.

“No, Uncle Remus, it was my fault. I...well I don’t know why, but...”

“Please stop.” he said strictly, although he was fighting back a laugh. “You are both equally responsible for your actions.”

Sirius couldn’t control himself any longer. “How many times were you caught on the grounds after hours? And you were the sensible one!”

For a fraction of a second, the corners of Remus’s mouth twitched. Then he said, “What I did years ago is not what is being discussed now.”

“But...” Sirius tried.

“No “buts”, young man, or I will write to your mother.” Sirius slumped in his seat. Now it was Liz’s turn to fight back a laugh.

“I really don’t want to do this, but I’m taking twenty-five points from Gryffindor and giving you each a detention.”

“NO!” Sirius exclaimed. Liz tried to shush him. “Can’t I do two detentions instead of Liz getting one?”

“No, Sirius, I want a detention.” She realized what she had just said. “Well, I obviously don’t want one, but I don’t want you to take my place! I deserve one just as much as you do.”

“Now, I want you both to apologize.”

“I’m really sorry, Uncle Remus.” Liz said immediately.

“Yeah, I’m really sorry too.”

He couldn’t suppress a smile here. “Are you sorry you did it, or sorry you got caught?”

“Do you really want an answer to that?” Remus laughed outright.

“Off to bed, both of you! And no more nighttime excursions please.”

As soon as the office door closed behind them, Sirius rounded on Liz. He had to get in a decent apology before she had a chance to yell.

“Liz, I am so sorry, you’ve got to believe me, I never wanted to get you in trouble and I feel so horrible about it, but please don’t be mad at me, I just wanted to...”

“Sirius...” she interrupted, looking up at him. Then she did the one thing he hadn’t expected. She smiled. He half considered kissing her right then and there, but the moment had passed. “It was worth it.” She gave him a swift kiss on the cheek, turned on her heel, and ran back to Gryffindor tower at full speed.

Sirius walked slowly after her, with only one thought running through his head. She’s definitely strange...


The next morning, Liz and Sirius, both looking very tired, literally pounced on the owl carrying the Daily Prophet. They ripped it open, their heads knocking together in the process. They muttered a simultaneous “ouch” followed by “sorry”, then turned their attention to the paper.

Both stared for a moment, then Liz whispered desperately, “I can never catch a break.” Sirius snorted, but quickly turned it into a hacking cough.

Arthur Weasley Announced As Next Minister of Magic

In a hurried press meeting late last night, Hermione Granger-Weasley,
a representative from the Wizengamot, announced that her father-in-law,
Arthur Weasley, has accepted the position of Minister of Magic. After
Harry Potter, leading auror and long time friend of Granger-Weasley’s,
turned the job down, he reportedly offered Weasley as a suggestion. The
Wizengamot voted 98 to 2 in favor of Weasley, who was formerly head
of the Muggle Relations Department at the ministry. A long time
employee of the Ministry, Weasley strives to...

Continued on pages 3, 7, and 8.

Much of the rest of the front page was taken up by a large photo of Liz’s grandfather waving at them. In the corner, a much smaller picture of the entire Weasley family was crammed in. There were so many people you could barely see their faces.

“Could I have your attention please?” Remus Lupin’s magnified voice rang over the crowded Great Hall. “I need all the members of the Weasley family to report to my office immediately.”

“Liz, you’d better go.” Sirius said immediately.

“Come on, you idiot, he means you too.”

“But he said...”

“All members of the Weasley family.” Liz finished. “You’re family, blood or otherwise.”

They entered the office for the second time that weekend, and Liz found her father dusting himself off after stepping out of the fireplace.

“Dad!” she exclaimed, running into his arms like a little girl.

“Hi sweetheart! I’m sorry about yesterday, I wouldn’t have told you in a letter if I could have helped it.”

“It’s alright. Why are we all here?”

“We’ve got to go over the plan.”

“We? Who else...” The fireplace sprung to life once more, and Hermione stepped out of it, still in her purple Wizengamot robes.

“Aunt Hermione?”

“Liz! Oh, you look more beautiful than ever!” She said, throwing her arms around her as well. Liz noticed Sirius hovering by the door.

“Sirius, get over here and give me a hug.” Hermione said, noticing him too.

“I am allowed to be here, right?” he asked.

“Of course, you’re family!” Harry exclaimed.

The rest of the family filtered in, and soon there was a mass of people hugging each other, crammed in a tiny office. Remus finally came in with the Longbottom’s in tow, and shut the door with some difficulty.

Hermione now turned her attention to the room at large. “Alright kids, you’ll have heard by now that your grandfather, well most of your’s grandfather at least, is to be the next Minister of Magic. As an official member of the Wizengamot, he has chosen me to swear him in. The inauguration takes place next Saturday, and you are all invited. Some of your parents will come to escort you to Harry and Ginny’s place Saturday morning, and then we’ll go to the Ministry as a group from there. You’ve been excused from lessons on Friday because, well, Harry thought it would be a good idea.” She shot Harry a glare, who grinned at her. The students all smiled. “Oh, and I made badges.”

“You what?” Harry asked, amused.

“I made badges! Aren’t they neat?” she asked, holding up a small pin that said, “Support Minister Weasley” on it.

“Oh, I thought maybe they were spew badges.”

“It’s S.P.E.W., as you very well know.” He was laughing. Liz and Sirius shared an amused look.

“Alright children, no fighting.” Remus joked. The room burst into laughter.

“You guys are free to go.” Harry said, hugging everyone again. He and Hermione made their way towards the office door.

“Wait, where are you two going?” Liz asked.

“You don’t think we’d leave without having a drink in Hogsmeade first, do you?” She rolled her eyes.

They stopped in the Entrance Hall just long enough to pin their new badges on their shirts, marvel at how strange Hermione could be, and prepare themselves for another day of answering questions.

“You ready?” Sirius asked.

“No.” Liz answered truthfully. “I don’t know how Dad can stand this.”

They entered the Great Hall, where everyone hushed again. Sirius waved, smiled, and gave an extravagant bow. Liz snorted, vaguely aware that last year, this action would have annoyed her to no end.

When she sat down, Angenette and Marissa rounded on her immediately.

“Liz, your grandfather’s going to be the Minister of Magic!”

“This is so exciting! My best friend is the minister’s granddaughter!”

“What am I, chopped liver.” Angenette asked Marissa, grinning.

Marissa rolled her eyes. “Alright, one of my best friends.”

“Well I’m glad someone’s enjoying themselves.” she muttered vaguely. “I think I’m going to go hide in the library for a while, and let my cousins handle this one. Anyone want to come.”

“Yeah, I’ve still got five essays to do.” Angenette replied immediately.

“I’ve got four left.” Marissa added.

“What did you guys do yesterday?” Angenette blushed, and Liz nodded her head in understanding.

“I was talking to some people.” Marissa replied unhelpfully. Liz gave her a questioning look, and she mouthed ‘later’.

“What about you, Sirius.” Liz asked.

“I think I’m going to go hide around the Quiddich Pitch. I promised dumb and dumber I’d help them with their scoring.”

“Tell them we said ‘hi’.” Marissa said. Liz and Sirius had identical bemused looks on their faces, while Angenette looked like she had just eaten something sour.

“Alright, see you girls later.” He had obviously decided not to ask.

An hour later, Liz had finished all her homework, and was re-reading Hogwarts, A History for the fifth time. The other girls were still working feverishly. Marissa even had ink splattered on her nose.

Liz looked up to see Ax walking through the door, and waved him over happily. He grinned at her, then glanced at her friends as though unsure whether he should introduce himself or not.

“Hey, guys, this is Ax Malfoy, um that’s Angenette Finnigan, and that’s Marissa Davies.” Angenette looked up, smiled shortly and went back to her work. Marissa finished her essay with a flourish then looked up smiling. Her eyes locked with Ax’s, and the smile melted off her face, replaced by a blank stare. He had an identical look.

They must have stared at each other for the better part of two minutes, before Liz cleared her throat uncertainly. She and Angenette both had bemused looks on their faces. Marissa looked away, trying desperately to rub the ink off her nose.

“I’ve really got to...I forgot...see you later.” Ax muttered, then looked directly at Marissa. “Nice meeting you.” He rushed out of the library.

“He has amazing eyes.” Marissa said, then clapped a hand to her mouth in horror. “I didn’t really just say that out loud, did I?”

Liz was too busy laughing hysterically to answer, so Angenette, grinning, said, “Yes, you did.”

“Well, he does.” She was going very red. “And I can’t get this ink off my nose!” Liz waved her wand vaguely at her nose and it disappeared.

“Why couldn’t you have done that five minutes ago!”

Hehe, kind of a light
chapter. Let’s see,
detention and a bunch of
Weasley’s messing around
in the next one!


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Old November 28th, 2005, 4:31 am
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Always Remember What You Can't Forget

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Chapter 10: Detentions and Decisions

Friday morning, Liz and Sirius both received identical notes saying:

You will serve your detention tonight at 8:00. Please report to my office ten minutes early.

-Remus Lupin

Liz gulped, and looked up with a very forced smile. “Well, at least we have all day off.”

“You okay?” Sirius asked. She nodded. “Hey, I asked my dad, and he said we could make a group trip to Hogsmeade today, because we need super formal dress robes for tomorrow.”

Liz, looking considerably brighter, replied, “Excellent! I’ve been dying to go since last year!” After rounding up their entire family, no small task, they made their way off the school grounds, stopping only to show a quite perturbed Filch their pass.

Andrew, Ryan, and David immediately ran off in the direction of Quality Quidditch Supplies, Andrew dragging Lynn with them. Nicole, Celeste, and Daniella headed towards the Three Broomsticks for a butterbeer. Renee, Liz, and Sirius decided to find their dress robes first, when Liz noticed Arthur walking down the street alone.

“Hey, Art, are you by yourself?”


“Why didn’t you go with the other forth years?” He shrugged.

“Well come on, you’re coming with us.”

He hesitated for a moment, but Sirius said, “You’re not actually going to leave me with two girls, are you?” He grinned and joined them.

“Okay.” Liz immediately took control of the situation. “According to this paper, we’re supposed to wear formal black robes, since they are taking pictures and they want us all to look the same.”

“In other words, if we want to look good, we’ll need some major accessaries.” Renee interrupted. Liz snorted

“Alright, let’s see.” She adopted an evil grin. “Youngest first.”

Arthur rolled his eyes, and muttered to Sirius, “You could have told me that they pick on the guys.”

“Why do you think I didn’t want to be alone with them? Don’t worry, I’m next.”

“Oooooh!” Liz cried triumphantly. “Here, try these ones!”

“No, these ones!” Renee contradicted.

“No, these ones!” Sirius said in a high pitched voice, pulling a pair of fluffy pink robes off their hanger.

Liz looked at them for a moment. “Do those look black to you.” Sirius studied them for a long moment, then said “yes”.

“Good, you can wear those then.”

“How do you expect me to look good in pink robes?”

“You’d look good in anything.” She blushed furiously. “I mean, I thought they were black.”

Renee made a loud trumpet noise, interrupting them. “May I present, the dashing, Arthur Weasley.” Arthur, rolling his eyes, struck a pose. “Now, there’s no need for an attitude, little cousin!”

“You idiot.” Liz laughed. “Those look great, though.” she added.

“Okay, now Sirius!”

“Told you I’d be next.” He muttered. Both girls studied him for a while, before picking up two different robes at the same time. They each then tried to get him to try theirs on first.

“Now, ladies, I know I’m irresistible, but there’s no need to fight over me.” Renee made a gagging noise. Liz just rolled her eyes, using the opportunity to thrust her pair at him. “I really hate shopping.” Just for this comment, the girls made him try on several robes before telling him they liked the first ones the best.

“Isn’t their some kind of after party at your place?” Sirius asked Liz, while Renee was on a mad search for Liz’s robes.

“Yeah, semi-formal muggle wear.” she answered.


She grinned. “We’re talking about my grandfather here.”

“What is ‘semi-formal muggle wear’?”

“For you guys, button down shirt, no tie, dress pants...”


“Okay, these are so perfect!” Renee shrieked. Liz grabbed the garment and left to try them on. They were made of silk, with a square swooped neck, corseted back, and black ribbon on the border. The pencil skirt had silver flowers embroidered at the bottom.

“Oooooh, I love them!” She cried happily, stepping out of the changing room. “What do you think?”

“I think they’re gorgeous.” Sirius said immediately. The other two nodded.

“Good, I’m getting them! Alright, Renee, what about you?” After Renee had purchased hers, the group left the shop. The rest of the day was spent meandering through the shops, and they all met up for a butterbeer in the Three Broomsticks at 4 o’clock before heading back to Hogwarts.

Andrew, Ryan, and David, or the “terrible trio”, as Lynn had taken to calling them, were terrorizing Madam Rosmerta while ordering for all of them. They had pushed several tables together and were all happily talking over each other. Liz was trying to shout something to her sister, halfway across the table, when Renee poked her.

“Ouch! What?”

“Come here, I need to talk to you.” When they were a safe distance away from the table she said, “What’s up with Sirius?”

Liz frowned. “What do you mean?”

“He hasn’t stopped staring at you all day. And then when we got here, Ryan was going to take the seat next to you, so he slipped him a galleon to sit somewhere else. You haven’t made any love potions lately, have you?”

“What?! NO!” She looked around hesitantly. “Alright, if you must know, last Saturday, we spent all night on the grounds and he was about to kiss me when Filch caught us.”

Renee’s eyes were bugging out. “YOU were out on the grounds at night!”

“Yes, yes, and then his dad hauled us into his office and gave us a huge lecture, and we both have detention tonight.”

“Wait, wait, wait...he got you a detention, and you’re not mad at him? Who are you and what have you done with Liz Potter?”

“I know! But I can’t stay mad at the idiot. I try, believe me, but then he says something, or smiles at me, and I just melt! It’s hopeless.”

“Are you telling me, that after sixteen years of hating each other’s guts, you like him?”

“Yeah, I guess that’s what I’m saying.” she admitted to herself as much as anyone else. Renee started laughing. “May I ask what is so hysterical?”

“Oh, come on, think about this in my perspective!”

“Yeah, I guess I see your point.”

“Well, we have a lot of work to do. We’re going to make you so gorgeous for the inauguration, I’ll make sure his jaw drops.”


At ten to eight, Sirius and Liz were heading towards their detention. Sirius was telling a joke, trying to cheer Liz up. She gave a very forced laugh, and they fell into silence.

“I’m really sorry for getting you into this.” Sirius said for the fifth time that night.

“It’s just as much my fault as it is yours.”

“You never would have been out there if it wasn’t for me.”

“You didn’t force me to come, Sirius.” Silence once again.



“Never mind.”

“Ah, there you are!” Remus said brightly when they entered his office. “I think you’re going to enjoy this. You see, as a teacher, I have a lot of things to do...”

“Oh, no Dad, anything but that!”

“What?” Liz asked, confused.

“He’s going to make us grade essays.”

Remus laughed happily. “You got it. The answer sheet is on the top of each pile. And before you ask, I’ve taken yours out, so you can’t give yourselves ‘O’s. Have fun! I need to go talk to your mother about tomorrow.”

“Don’t tell her where I am!” Sirius cried desperately. Liz laughed a genuine laugh.

“This isn’t that bad, really.” she said a few minutes later. She was on her sixth essay while Sirius was on his second.

“What did you expect him to do, beat us?” Sirius asked grumpily.

“Oh, I don’t know.” she replied cheerfully. “I like grading these things though. Maybe I’ll become a teacher.”

“I thought you wanted to be an auror.”

“Well, last week I wanted to be an auror, and the week before that it was a healer, and the week before that...well, you see my point.”

They fell into silence once again. Then Liz voiced the question she had been wondering all week. “Sirius, what are we?”

“Homo sapiens.”

“No, I mean, how do you feel about me?”

“Well...” He couldn’t do this. “You’re my friend. One of my best friends and you’re very important to me.” Coward

He had to know. “Why? How do you feel about me?”

“Oh, the same.” Liar

For two people who were just friends, they were certainly very disappointed with each other’s answers.


Ax entered the library, as usual. He loved the library, not because he liked studying, because it was quiet and he could think. He was alone tonight, seeing that Liz had detention and none of his other friends really appreciated the library. He rolled his eyes. What did she see in Lupin?

“To each his own.” he muttered out loud.

He really didn’t know how he felt about Liz. She was gorgeous, of course, and she was really sweet. But she never seemed to want to slow down, the exact opposite of himself. She wanted the world, Ax just wanted a little corner of it.

She was still the best friend he’d ever had, even though they had only known each other for a couple of weeks. He sighed. Liz always said he sighed too much. Then she usually told him to eat more chocolate.

He liked chocolate, he really did. But if you have too much of it, it loses it’s magic.

He’d learned that the hard way growing up. His parents thought they could win his love by buying him the world. It had worked on his sister, but not on him. Annabelle adored their parents, but Ax had never thought about them the same way after he found out his father had been a Death Eater. He had discovered this on accident, after his Grandmother had let it slip at one of their dinner parties. She made him promise he would never tell his parents he knew.

It was Liz who finally told him the full story. How Draco had been assigned the task of killing Albus Dumbledore, and failed. How his grandfather had been killed by Voldemort in revenge for his father’s disobedience. Voldemort had then given him the task of killing Liz’s father’s friends, including her mother. She’d hesitated here, but Ax had urged her on.

She then told him that he had all three of them tied up, and was torturing Ginny when Harry came in and disarmed him. He was completely at the mercy of him, and he knew it. He begged for his life, promising to do anything Harry asked him to. So he turned Draco over to the leaders of the Order of the Phoenix, who made him make an Unbreakable Vow that he would turn spy against Voldemort until the latter’s defeat. When the war was over, he spent six months in Azkaban before Harry bailed him out.

Ax had asked Liz why her father had helped him. She said he had told her, “Because I saw the remorse in his eyes, even if he himself couldn’t.” Ax had always seen his father as a typical rich, pureblooded wizard. Now he saw him as a coward.

But for some reason he still wanted to make him proud. He became a prefect, a seeker, got nine O.W.L.s, yet it still wasn’t enough. Ax sighed again, reaching for a book to read. He then heard a faint sniffling coming from the next isle.

He turned the corner to see Liz’s friend, Marissa, sitting on the floor with her head in her knees. Why did he always have to find girls crying in the library?

He slid down beside her, and she lifted her head and gasped. She really did have beautiful hazel eyes. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah, I’m fine!” she answered cheerfully, surprising him.

“Then why are you crying?”

“Oh, I don’t know. Sometimes I just like to have a good cry.”

He laughed. “Okay, that’s different...”

“Yeah, well, that’s me.” He grinned at her.

“And what are you, exactly?”

“Hmmm, what am I? Good question.” She stroked her chin in a thoughtful way. “I’m the quiet one. The average one. The one nobody understands. I like to come into the library and cry for no reason, I wake up in the middle of the night and read, I only eat chocolate on the first day of every month...”

Ax interrupted. “I do that too!”

“Really? Everyone else thinks I’m mental. But I think it makes it more magical.”


“So, what are you?”

“I’m the one that likes the quiet, thinks average is perfect, can’t live without a little mystery. I love the library, but you’ll have to excuse the fact that I don’t cry. I only do my homework at night, and I barely ever sleep, but I like it that way.”

Marissa was looking at him in shock, fully aware that he had just mirrored all of her answers. Was he actually telling the truth. That’s when he surprised her even more.

“Did anyone ever tell you that you’re beautiful?”

“No.” she answered truthfully.

“Well, it’s about time someone did. You’re beautiful.” And with that he got up and walked away. Because life needed more drama...


Liz came back to her dormitory to find Marissa positively singing. She shrieked when she saw her and pulled her into a bone-crushing hug.

“Liz, you are the best friend ever!”

“Whoa, what’s going on?”

“Oh, nothing.”

“Oh, no, you can’t do that to me. I need some good news right now.”

“Okay, you know Ax?”


“Well, I was in the library...”

“Oh no, you weren’t crying, were you?”

“Yeah, why?”

“Nothing” She grimaced. “Go on.”

“He has to be the sweetest guy ever!”

Liz laughed. “That’s interesting.” She knew she wouldn’t get any more details.

“So, how was your detention?”

“The detention was fine.”


“And nothing. I really don’t want to talk about it. Tomorrow’s supposed to be a happy day, and I’m not letting anything get in the way of that.”

She distinctly heard Marissa mutter “Sirius” while they were getting ready for the night.

Liz dressed quickly the next morning, grabbing her duffle bag and heading down to the common room. Sirius was already doing a head count.

“Alright, we’re just missing...ah, there you are, Liz.”

“Sorry, I overslept.”

“No problem, our ‘escorts’ aren’t here yet.”

“Come on, you lot, we’ve got to go meet the others in the Entrance Hall.”

Once there, they started a head count again. “Where’s Danni?”

“Right here.” The small girl said, as she skidded into the hall.

“Are you ever on time?”


Remus, Tonks, and Neville walked into the hall. “Is everyone here?” Remus asked.


“Alright, Nymphadora is going to take...”

“Am I going to have to tell you not to call me that for the rest of our lives?”

“Yes.” She rolled her eyes. “Anyway, Nymphadora is going to take the first and second years first. Neville will take the fourth years, and I’ll take the oldest last. Any questions?” They all shook their heads. “Good. Alright, you three first.” He gestured towards Nicole, Celeste, and Danni.

After they left, Neville went ahead with all five of the fourth years, and finally Liz, Sirius, and Renee were the only ones left. They flooed from Remus’s office into Liz’s living room. She looked out the window into the back yard and saw that a stage along with about five-hundred chairs had been set up. The inauguration was taking place here. All the kids found a separate room to get ready in, some getting stuck in strange places like the library. The house was massive, but as the adults were also getting ready, there wasn’t a lot of choice.

Liz walked into her room, collapsed on the bed, and screamed into her pillow.

Eventually, she dragged herself up, and wiping the tears off her cheeks, slipped into her dress robes. Renee came in a few minutes later with a curling iron and make-up.

“I’m so glad you guys have electricity, I love these things!” She held up the curling iron.

“It’s no use, I might as well just go in my pajamas.”

She looked at her for a long moment. “What happened?”

“I asked him how he felt about me last night, and he said we were friends. That’s all.”

“He was lying.” Renee said immediately.

“How do you know?”

“I’ve seen the way he looks at you. That’s not how you look at a friend.”

“But why would he lie?”

“Isn’t it obvious.” Liz shook her head. “He’s sixteen years old and he’s never felt this way about anyone before. He’s scared.”

“That’s nice and all, but what do I do about it?”

“Well, you could either sit around here moping, or you show him what he’s missing.”

This is a little longer
than usual, but I wanted
you guys to have a chance
to get into Ax’s
head. And you got
some info on Draco!


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Old December 4th, 2005, 6:39 am
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Re: Always Remember What You Can't Forget

Next post is up! Had some fun with the ceremony, hope it’s believable!

Chapter 11: The Minister’s Granddaughter

Sirius was very close to falling asleep. All the men were sitting in Harry’s tea room, awaiting the women, who were naturally taking much longer. He felt like he was going to an extremely stuffy wedding. They had been briefed on the procedure by a hard-faced ministry official. They were to enter the ceremony in pairs, and Sirius had logically been placed with Liz. He had to admit to himself that he was more than a little nervous.

He’d noticed that she seemed very upset with him this morning, and the only reason he could think of was what he had said in detention last night. He couldn’t see why though. She had said the same thing to him in reply.

Percy was sitting in a corner, brooding. He had overheard Harry telling his father that Percy felt he deserved the position more than Arthur. He had been a Junior Minister for twenty years, while his father had steadily moved up the ranks. Percy was obviously starting to resent his position as court scribe.

At least the new minister had given him the day off.

Sirius was so busy staring into the fire that he didn’t notice Liz had came down the stairs. She coughed, and he spun his head around. She was giving him a weak smile, her hair piled elegantly on top of her head, and her cheeks flushed. He jumped up, glancing at his feet self-consciously before grinning.

“I, you...wow...” She smiled a little wider.

“Thanks, I think.”

He extended an arm. “Shall we?” Harry was smiling at them with amusement in his eyes before he was distracted by Ginny.

They joined the couples already queuing by the French doors, taking their place behind Sirius’s parents. Sirius was about to say something to Liz about the way she was acting when a voice interrupted his thoughts.

“Now, Liz, is that really how you greet your favorite relative?”

Liz spun around with a huge grin on her face, and screamed “PHIL!”, before throwing her arms around her cousin. “I had no idea you guys were coming, when did you get here?”

“About two minutes ago.” She hit him lightly.

“You know very well that I do not have a favorite relative.”

“Yeah, but if you did it would be me.” Liz rolled her eyes.

“Last thing we knew you guys weren’t coming, with the baby being born an all.”

“Well, Mum and Dad decided that they couldn’t deprive their children of seeing their grandfather sworn in as Minister.” He looked around hesitantly. “Don’t tell anyone, but they’re also looking at houses. Dad had a near miss last week, he’s getting to old for taming. He’s been offered a position in the Magical Creatures department starting next year. I have to come up at the end of this year to take O.W.L.’s and everything, and then we’re all transferring to Hogwarts in the fall!”

“That’s great!” Sirius, who had been listening in, said.

“Hey, Sirius, how are you, mate. Wait...” A look of comprehension lit up his face as he noticed Sirius’s slackened grip on Liz’s arm. “You two are talking now?”

“Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you, we’re friends” She put particular emphasis on the last word.

“So you’re coming to Hogwarts. Oh, you wait, I have so much to tell you. And warn you about.” he added.

“Just don’t tell anyone, only me, Jake, and Will know so far.”

Liz was searching the crowd. “Where’s your parents, I want to see the baby.”

“Oh, come on, I’ll take you to them.” Liz walked a few steps after him, turned around and grabbed Sirius’s hand. “Come on!” He rolled his eyes and allowed himself to be pulled towards a gathering crowd.

At the center stood Leslie Weasley, who still managed to be a wisp of a woman, even after just giving birth. With long, dark red hair, bright dark blue eyes, and enough freckles to rival her husband, she more than made up for her stature with her beauty. In her arms she held a chubby little bundle with red hair sticking out of the top.

She spotted them. “Lizzie!” Leslie was the only one who really got away with calling her that. Liz really didn’t have a favorite relative, but the fact that she barely ever saw her Uncle Charlie’s family made them special. “Sirius! Get over here this instance!” She kissed them both on the cheek before showing off her new addition.

“Can I hold him?” Liz asked cautiously.

“Of course you can.” She passed the baby to Liz. “You’ll need practice for when you have a family.” Sirius squeezed her shoulder, then leaned in to look at Mercury. He hoped they had a decent nick-name picked out for the poor kid.

“I still think you’re crazy for having six kids.” He told her.

She smiled. “I wouldn’t trade it for the world. Although I really would like a little girl.”

“Oh, no, they’re moving!” Liz shrieked as she noticed the column of people filing into the garden. She gently passed the baby back to his mother, then allowed Sirius to steer her back to their spot. She slipped her arm into his, her skin tingling a bit where they touched.

Liz gasped at what she saw when they entered the garden. There was a white rose petal walkway flanked by Ministry officials creating an archway with long-swords. Ministry workers and other on-lookers stood on the sidelines, watching the family make it’s way up to the golden stage set up for the guests of honor.

“Do you keep getting the feeling someone’s getting married?” Liz whispered in Sirius’s ear.

“My thoughts exactly.” He chuckled. “And Liz...smile!” An excited cry of ‘Miss Potter!’ and a flash of a camera later, a half-blinded Liz was left facing Rita Skeeter in the press section of the crowd, smiling wickedly at her. Rita’s meticulously kept curls had long since faded from blonde to gray, her mannish hands had become a bit more lined, but she still had a knack for inventing particularly juicy gossip. Liz, to say the least, was none too fond of her.

“Wretched woman. There’s probably going to be a nice article about my flirtatious nature in Witch Weekly next month.”

“You flirtatious nature?” Sirius asked, holding back a laugh with difficulty. “That’s rich.”

“Tell me about it. Oh, and Sirius, when we get to the front, watch the steps.”

“What, are you saying I’m clumsy or something?” She shot him a look. “Right you are, Lizzie.”

“What did I tell you about that.” He whistled innocently, causing her to roll her eyes.

“I saw that!”

“Good.” They were fast approaching the gleaming podium, where Liz could now see her grandfather standing nervously. They turned and made their way to the steps on the left side of the platform, making their way carefully as to not trip over their long robes.

Once the entire family was seated, Hermione, sticking out like a sore thumb in purple robes with an embroidered W on the left side, placed a charm on her voice so as to be heard and faced the audience.

“Dear friends, we gather here today...” Sirius snorted. “...to celebrate a great event, the inauguration of a new Minister of Magic. We stand on this noble land of our beloved Great Britain, celebrating the life of the late Rufus Scrimgeour, as well as the dawning of a new era. I would like to now call upon, the future 325th Minister of Magic, Arthur Weasley.” Arthur waved, and Molly got up to participate in the swearing in. Hermione pulled out the original Wizards of Great Britain, the book of laws, and handed it to her.

“If you would please place your wand on the cover of the book... Do you solemnly swear to serve the wizards and witches of this great nation?”

“I swear.”

“Do you swear to uphold the laws of the past, present, and future, up until the time the Wizengamot and the People’s Representative Union deem them void?”

“I swear.”

“Do you swear to not abuse or diminish your position?”

“I swear.”

“Do you swear to put forth a strong front of leadership and security the wizarding community can look to for guidance?”

“I swear.”

“Do you swear to work in partnership with Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, as well as foreign magical powers, and the Muggle community?”

“I swear.”

“Do you swear to uphold the honor of the name of wizard, not letting prejudices or preconceived notions get in the way of the effective running of our government?”

“I swear.”

“And do you swear to love and honor the noble history and people that make our world the way it is at the present time.”

“I swear.” The book grew white hot for a moment before fading back into it’s original dull brown.

“I present to the public, Minister Weasley!” The crowd exploded in cheers, and Arthur gave a relieved smile.

“Thank you, thank you! If any of you had told me twenty years ago that I would be standing here today, I would have replied that you needed to make a trip to Saint Mungo’s for evaluation. I was a poor man working in the Department for the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts, a position I still have a certain fondness for. However, I’ve always been the luckiest man on Earth, for I have always been rich in family and friends. And now, as I watch my grandchildren grow up before my eyes, my destiny has been fulfilled. I now have my chance to give back to the community that has given me so much.

“I cannot possibly express in words how proud I am of this nation right now. We have overcome unimaginable odds, bounced back greater than ever. I am a firm believer that the best always comes out on top in the end, but that optimism has been tested many a time throughout my life. But here we stand, united more than divided. I could go into detail about my plans for the future, or I could just say this. My first priority is, and will always be, to keep our world safe, peaceful, and united. I believe that we are headed towards great times, my friends, great times. And if I am remembered for anything, I would like it to be this. I would like to be a Minister who cared first and always, about the people.

“I would like to dedicate this day to my wife, who has been there for me through it all. I would like to dedicate this day to all the brave souls who sacrificed their lives for the preservation of our world. But most of all, I would like to dedicate this day to all of you. From the poorest beggar to the richest warlock, every last one of you has something to contribute to the greater good. This is not my day. It is the nation’s day. Long live Britain, long live the magical community, and long live each individual. Go now, my friends, go in peace. But take time out of your busy schedules to remember how lucky we are. Take the time to thank those that you love. Take the time to smile. Thank you all so much.”

The crowd applauded louder than ever. Liz had tears in her eyes. She and Sirius turned to each other at the exact same moment and said, “Thank you.” Liz laughed, Sirius grinned at her. She pulled him into a tight hug, and whispered, “I’m sorry for the way I was acting earlier.”

“Don’t you even think about being sorry. Not today. You’re not allowed to be sorry today.”

“How do you do that?” She asked, looking up into his eyes.

“Do what?”

“You can always make me feel better.” It took all the self control he had not to snog her senseless in full view of her entire family, the general public, and dozens of reporters. He grinned at the thought of Rita Skeeter’s face.

After many pictures for various newspapers, organizations, and curious people, all the spectators were gone and the private party was about to start. Night had fallen, and lights were being levitated around the courtyard, refreshments being set up.

Liz ran quickly up to her room, in much better spirits. She pulled on a bright red halter dress( her favorite), along with a pair of black heels, let her still curled hair down so that it cascaded down her back, and headed outside.

Sirius and Phil met her, Sirius looking very good in a pair of black pants and a white shirt, his maroon tie not tied, but hanging loosely. Phil’s sense of humor had kicked in, as he was wearing a pink shirt, which clashed horribly with his orange-ish hair.

Each of them stepped on one side of her, and the three began catching up happily. When the family was together the kids formed cliques. These three, along with Renee, made up their group. The fourth years made up another, although Phil sometimes hung out with them, and Arthur or Lynn sometimes with the older kids. The last real group was Nicole, Celeste, Danni, and Phil’s younger brothers, Jacob and William. The young children were usually with their parents or following their older siblings around.

Lynn came over to say hello, wearing a dark blue dress quite similar to Liz’s.

“Ah, Lynn Longbottom, as lovely as ever, I see.” Phil said, his eyes twinkling. Lynn gave him a disgusted look. She’d never really liked him, although he seemed to have no problem with her.

“Stuff it, Phil.”

“The face of an angel, but the temper of a manticore, pity...”

Andrew came up behind them and put an arm around Lynn’s shoulders. “Hello, cousin, what was that you were saying?”

“Oh, does Ickle Andie-kins have a girlfriend? How sweet!” Liz found this interesting, since Phil and Andrew had always got along very well.

“That’s right, and I don’t take kindly to people insulting her, family or not.” Lynn smiled at him.

“It’s alright, it’s not his fault he’s an blundering idiot.” They walked away after greeting the other two cheerfully.

“That girl is going to be the cause of my early death.” Phil muttered. His mother called him over to watch his little brothers for a while. Harry had a muggle record player going, and the table was filled with muggle drinks.

A slow song started, and many people drifted towards the dance floor. Sirius grinned at Liz.

“So, how exactly does a guy go about asking the Minister’s granddaughter to dance?”

She touched her chin thoughtfully. “How about, ‘Do you want to dance?’”

He laughed, then his voice almost in a whisper, he asked, “Do you want to dance?”

“Absolutely.” He took both of her hands and pulled her out onto the floor, not taking his eyes off her. When they stopped, he placed his hands on her waist. Her arms snaked around his neck.

“You really do look beautiful tonight.”

“Thanks.” He pulled her a bit closer. She laid her head on his shoulder. “If someone would have told us last year...”

“...that we’d be slow dancing right now, we would have thought they were crazy. Amazing the kind of changes a couple of weeks can bring.” He said, kissing her on the forehead. She closed her eyes, her breath caught in her throat, and ignored the flash of the camera going off, the fireworks bursting behind her, and the song ending. Because part of her never really wanted the song to end.

But end it did. Sirius lifted her chin so that she looked at him, then said, “I have something for you.”

He pulled out a long velvet box and handed it to her. “Open it.” Inside was a small silver locket, with two intertwined roses engraved into the front. Inside were two pictures, one of her as a baby and one of her now.

“It’s beautiful!” she exclaimed happily. “But what’s it for?”

“Just for being you. Here, let me put it on.”

He swept the long hair away from her neck and fastened the locket, his fingertips brushing her skin, and shocking them both. “Did you feel that?” he asked.

“Yeah. Must have been electricity. Thank you.”

“No problem, you deserve it.”

The party ended with Arthur announcing happily that he had to leave to meet the muggle Prime Minister. At nine o’clock, the adults apparated home, while the kids all went to their rooms for the night. They were staying there and going back to Hogwarts in the morning.

“Liz, Nicole, wait up, I want to talk to you both.” Harry said to his daughters before they could leave for bed.

After everyone else had left, Liz asked, “What is it, Dad?”

“I have something for both of you.” He led them into the sitting room. Harry sat down across from them.

“Alright girls, you know how every once in a while I get in a strange mood where I feel the need to give my children family heirlooms?” They both nodded, smirking at each other. “Well, this is one of those times.

“Nicole, you first tonight.” He pulled out a bundle. “These are two way mirrors. This one was given to me by Sirius, my godfather that is, when I was in my fifth year, and the other was found in Grimmauld Place after his death. Him and my father used them when they were at school. You can give the other one to whoever you choose, and when you say their name, their face will appear in yours and you can talk to them.” He knew Nicole would appreciate them the most, since she was the mischief maker. The children were all supposed to share the Marauder’s Map, although Liz kept it in her dormitory.

“Alright, now Liz.” He pulled out a thick book covered in white silk. “This photo album was given to me by Hagrid in my first year because I didn’t have any pictures of my parents. Now it not only has them in it, but me at school, and you kids when you were younger as well. I want you to continue it now, and someday you can pass it onto your children. Now, off to bed. We have to get up early tomorrow!” They both hugged him, and trooped off.

Liz was sitting on her bed with the album open in front of her when a soft knock came on the door. “Come in.”

Sirius walked in to see Liz sitting cross-legged on her bed, wearing a pair of striped pajama bottoms and a white tank top, her long black hair in two loose braids. He thought she looked just as beautiful now as she had earlier, if not more so. She had a book of some sort sitting in front of her.

“What are you looking at?”

“This photo album my dad gave me. Come sit down, you can look at it with me.”

Sirius sat next to her on the bed, feeling very awkward. Liz noticed, and smiled at him, amused. She flipped the album back to the first page.

“That’s your grandparents.” He muttered, looking at a pretty woman with red hair and emerald green eyes, standing by a man that looked almost exactly like Harry.

“Mmmhmm. And there’s...wow...” It was their wedding picture, and a man that could have been Sirius was standing next to them, his face full of laughter. Well, actually it was Sirius, just a different one. Everyone had always told him how much he looked like Sirius Black, but he’d never seen a picture of him as a young man before. The resemblance was uncanny.

“I still think that’s strange.” Liz commented.

“So do I.” he admitted. They went through the rest of it together, laughing at how wild Hermione’s hair was, or how short Harry was compared to Ron. They’d found a rather cute photo of them both as newborns, laying next to each other on a hospital bed. Sirius was wrapped in a blue blanket, Liz in pink.

“I think that’s the only time I’ve ever seen you wear pink.” Sirius joked.

“Shut up, I was still the cuter baby.”

“You’re head was the size of a small boulder!”

“Was not!”

“Was too!”

After they had analyzed every memory to it’s fullest extent, and Sirius had conceded that Liz was indeed the cuter baby, Liz yawned and rubbed her eyes.

“Oh, Merlin, it’s midnight. We’d better get to bed.”

“Alright. Goodnight fair maiden, sweet dreams to ye.” He said through a yawn. He touched her chin, and for a second Liz thought he was really going to kiss her. But he just pressed a gentle kiss to the top of her head. “See you in the morn.”

Another longer chapter.
I kind of used the
inauguration of U.S.
Presidents and a
wedding to inspire me.
Hope it turned out well!


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Old December 10th, 2005, 4:43 am
beki14  Female.gif beki14 is offline
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Re: Always Remember What You Can't Forget

And here it is, the next post.

Chapter 12: Upside Down and Right Side Up

Sirius was sitting on a chair by the fire in the common room waiting for, well, he wasn’t sure. It was seven in the morning, and they had just gotten back to Hogwarts. No one else was up yet, seeing as it was Sunday. He couldn’t even bother taking his bag up the stairs, choosing to banish it instead. He supposed he was waiting for Liz, even though he didn’t know if she was coming down any time soon.

Then, as though he had unconsciously summoned her, Liz came bounding down the stairs looking entirely too cheerful. She practically sang, “Good morning!” and flopped into the chair next to him.

“What’s with the cheerfulness?”

“Oh, I don’t know! It’s just a nice day.” He glanced outside to see a thunderstorm in full swing.


She was fiddling with the locket he gave her yesterday. “I like it when it’s gloomy.” He rolled his eyes. She had so many little quirks, that’s what he lov- liked about her.

“Hey, do you still have homework?” he asked through a yawn.

“A little bit.”

“Will you help me with my potions later?”

“Sure, but I don’t know how much help I’ll be. I have to ask Ax about the third question as it is.” He grimaced. “And I saw that.”

“I don’t understand you.”

“I know.”

“Do you understand yourself?”

“Not in particular.”

He opened his mouth to retaliate, realized he had nothing to say, and cracked up laughing. She was about to ask what was so funny, but decided just to join in laughing instead.

“What’s so funny?” Marissa and Angenette had just entered the common room. Liz and Sirius looked at each other and laughed harder.

“Did we miss something?” Marissa asked again.

“No.” Liz choked out.

“Yeah, we just don’t know what we’re laughing at. Come on Liz, let’s go to breakfast.”

Landen and Christian, who had just came down the stairs, each put an arm around Marissa and pulled her out of the common room. Christian muttered, “Come on, m’lady, we have some planning to do.”

A bemused Angenette asked the empty common room, “Is it just me, or has the whole world turned upside down?”

Liz was buttering her toast when the post arrived. Sirius, who was eating sausages with gusto, failed to notice them until a barn owl dropped a paper on his head. Liz snatched it up eagerly.

“What’s with the sudden interest in the news?” Sirius asked after giving a tremendous swallow.

“I want to see what it says about yesterday.” She opened the paper to see the front page bearing the headline, ‘Minister Weasley Gives Inspirational Speech’. After reading a short article outlining the basics, she flipped to the second page and gave a loud groan.


“Rita Skeeter is going to die.” she said conversationally.

“Huh?” He leaned over her shoulder to see two pictures, one of the two of them dancing and another of them walking down the aisle together at the inauguration. But the headline was the worst:

Harry Potter’s Daughter Finds Romance at Last

“Oh dear...”

“You can say that again.” She tore the article in half. “Stupid little...” She tore it in fourths.

“And that is why I don’t like the Daily Prophet.” Celeste said as she and Nicole sat down across from them. “They’ll print anything if they think people will read it.” Liz decided not to comment on the fact that her mother’s newspaper had a fondness for Crumple-Horned Snorkacks.

Sirius had pieced the article back together and was fighting laughter with difficulty. “Listen to this: ‘Elizabeth Potter has finally found a male companion to share what so far has been a very independent and solitary life.’ They make it sound like you’re some kind of reclusive old maid with a hundred cats.”

“You find this whole thing hilarious, don’t you?”

“Oh, come on, if you can’t laugh at yourself, you can’t laugh at anything at all.” He glanced across the Great Hall to see a group of particularly gossipy Ravenclaws become suddenly immersed in extremely fake conversation. He put an arm around Liz’s shoulders and gave them a cheery wave.

She rolled her eyes. “Get off me.”

“You shouldn’t say that to your ‘male companion’, you know.”

She glared at him, but there was laughter in her eyes. “Well I wouldn’t want to continue in my individual and solitary ways, so my male companion can come help me with my homework.” she replied, grabbing his hand for show and leading him out of the Great Hall.


“Can I ask why all three of us are crammed into a broom closet?” Marissa asked the two boys who were peering at her intently.

“Well, we can’t get anything done in front of people!” Landen exclaimed.

“Empty classroom, you dolt.” Both boys’s eyes widened.

“Hey, she’s smart.” She rolled her eyes, then grinned at them.

“Let’s just get to work.”

“Well, obviously, this will be very difficult and dangerous to pull off. It needs planning, precision, and skill...” Christian started dramatically.

“Dangerous? Are we being a bit dramatic? I mean, we have until November.” Marissa asked.

“Well, the danger will really be after the plan is executed.” Landen explained.

Marissa and Christian looked at each other at the same time and said, “Houston, we have a problem.”


“Nothing, just a muggle joke.”

“Anyway...We’ve got to make sure we don’t get caught. And revenge might be a problem too. I doubt the Slytherins will take too kindly to having ‘Gryffie’s for the Cup’ tattooed on their foreheads for a week.”

“In pink.” Christian added.

“In pink.”

“What about the Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs?” Marissa asked.

“Oh, they’ll just think it’s a brilliant joke, we’re not playing them.”

“So, Marissa, how do we pull this off.”

She studied them for a moment. “Remind me why I’m doing this again.”

“Because our charms are irresistible.” Landen answered without missing a beat.

“Try again.”

“Because you’re a very charitable person.”


“Because you’re bored.” Christian cut in.

“That’s it, right there.”

“Alright, let’s see.” He pulled out their ‘plan’. “Here’s the charm I found. It just needs to be preformed on each common room two hours before it needs to take effect, and anyone who enters the door in the next six hours will be ‘branded’. Marissa, you should probably perform the spell.”

“Me? Why me?”

“Because Landen here is rubbish at charms...”

“Hey, I do alright!”

“You were trying to summon a book and ended up giving Sirius three heads, how is that alright?”

“Shouldn’t Sirius be helping us plan this?”

“Nah, he never helps with the Quidditch pranks, says as a member of the team he should show good sportsmanship.”

“So why can’t you do the charm?”

“Well, I could, but you’re the new one. You have to prove you’re prowess as a prankster.”

“And if I get it wrong?”

He smiled. “That’s why we’re doing it a day early. Besides, you won’t get it wrong, have some confidence in yourself.”

Suddenly, the door was thrown wide open. “Look, I’m a prefect, and you really shouldn’t...”

Ax was staring at them as though he had never seen people before. Christian hurriedly stuffed their plan out of sight, Marissa blushed. “What are you three doing?”


“Ah, yes, talking...wouldn’t by any chance be planning the pre-Quidditch game prank, would you?”

They all started muttering at once. “Yeah, that’s what I thought. Ten points...” His gaze fell on Marissa. “You know what, let’s forget this ever happened.” She could have sworn she saw him wink.

He closed the door quietly. Both boys were looking at her with admiration.


“If it wasn’t for you, we would have lost ten points and probably have gotten a detention.” Landen answered.

“Well, Landen, I think we’ve finally done it.”

“What?” Marissa asked.

“Found a Pranksterette.”


“Art! Hey, ART!” Arthur turned around to see Lynn running towards him. He stopped in front of the oak double doors, and she skidded to a halt, catching her breath.

“Hey.” he yawned.

“Tired, are you?”

“A little. I’m not great with early mornings. Did you need something?”

“Oh, yeah. I wanted to ask what we’re all doing over break this year. My folks wanted to know.”

“Christmas at the Burrow, New Years Eve at the Potter’s, I think.”

“Oh good. Where are you headed?”


She stared at him blankly. “There’s a gale out there.”

“I know, I just need to go visit Hagrid.” She rolled her eyes and grinned at him.

“Hey, I wanted to ask you about that defense essay...”

“What defense essay?”

“The one due tomorrow. Two feet of parchment on the Unforgivable Curses.” Her eyes got wide. He chuckled. “You forgot, didn’t you?”

“Yeah. I’ll see you later!” She sped of to the library at top speed.

“Well at least something’s right side up.” he muttered, before pushing the doors open to fight through the wind.


Liz and Sirius were sitting in the back corner of the library, their homework lying on the table forgotten. Sirius was trying to make Liz laugh, she was gritting her teeth. He was running the tip of his quill across her cheek, and she was red in the face from trying to stay silent. But she just couldn’t let him win.

“Oh, come on Liz, I know you want to...” She was shaking with suppressed laughter. He abandoned all guidelines, grabbed her around the middle, and tickled her. She let out a loud giggle. Madam Pince gave them a scandalized look.

“I win.” he breathed in her ear. The proximity sent chills down her spine.

“Well, there’s a first time for everything.” She was surprised to find her voice wasn’t cool and sarcastic, but quite squeaky. He either didn’t notice, or he chose not to comment.

“Oh, go do your homework, or something.” he grinned.

Liz hid her blush by looking around, and saw most of the inhabitants of the library staring at them. She sighed, turning back to Sirius, who was staring at her as well.

“What are we going to do about this Skeeter thing?”

“I don’t know, it’s not really a big deal. It’ll blow over soon anyway. I doubt anyone really believes her.”

“But doesn’t all the attention annoy you?”

He gave her a look. “You’re Harry Potter’s daughter. You have got to be used to attention.”

“That doesn’t mean I like it.”

“Well I say, if they want to gossip, let’s give them something to gossip about.” He leaned over and flopped his head dramatically into her lap. There were several loud intakes of breath.

She looked down at a grinning Sirius. “That wasn’t funny.”

“Really?” he replied. “I thought it was hilarious.”

“People already have this ridiculous notion, and now you’re just fueling the fire...”

“Is it really that ridiculous?” He asked while sitting up. “Am I really that repulsive?”

“You know that’s not what I meant.”

“I don’t know much of anything anymore.”

“What are you on about?”

He took both her hands, and seemed to be having a argument with himself. “Liz...”

“Well isn’t this cozy! Are you two trying to live up to your title of cutest non-couple at Hogwarts?” They both seized the distraction of Marissa slamming her bag down on the table, followed by the banging of her head gratefully.

“Are you trying to live up to your title as resident drama queen?” Sirius asked.

“No.” she groaned into the table. “This is your fault.”

“My fault?” Sirius exclaimed.

“Yes, you and your bloody friends.”

“Oh. What did dumb and dumber do now?”

“Well, first they talked me into helping them with their stupid Quidditch prank, then a prefect caught us when we were discussing our plan, but I got them out of trouble. Now I’ve been deemed, the ‘pranksterette’.”

“Oh, so they’ve finally managed.”

“What?” Liz asked.

“They’ve been saying we need female influence for three years.”

Marissa nodded, then caught sight of Liz grinning. “What’s that smug look for?”

“I think I know who the prefect was.”

Marissa sent her a look that would have stopped a weaker person’s heart.

Not much happened
here, but there’s
always a calm before
the storm, lolz.


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Old December 17th, 2005, 12:20 am
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Re: Always Remember What You Can't Forget

Haha, I feel so evil!

Chapter 13: Familiar Stranger

The last week of September faded into the first week of October, time flying by as it always did at Hogwarts. Sirius and Liz never finished the conversation they had started in the library. They were also correct in assuming the school would get tired of gossiping about them after long. The Rita Skeeter article was long forgotten.

“Hey guys.” Liz said, dropping her books on the table and taking off her scarf. Sirius, Marissa, and Ax all mumbled a hello. The four had made it a habit of studying together, something Ax and Sirius probably could have lived without.

“You’re late.” Sirius pointed out.

“Sorry Mother.”

“Where were you?”

“Running amuck with a machine gun.”

“What’s a machine gun?” Ax asked, bemused.

“Ummm...aren’t you in Muggle Studies?”


“Well, it’s like a metal wand,” Marissa interrupted, “except it fires a lot of little metal things, called bullets, really quickly.”

His eyes went round in recognition. “Oh, is it one of those fire...fire...firesticks, or whatever.” All three of them laughed.

“You’d love my grandfather.” Liz said. “And it’s firearms. Although machine guns are more military equipment.”

“You never answered my question.” Sirius asked again. “Where were you?”

“I was visiting Hagrid.”

“Why couldn’t I have came?”

“Because we wanted to gossip about you behind your back. We all know how fascinating you are, after all.”

“Really?” he asked stupidly.

“No, not really. He just wanted to talk to me and Nicole.”

“Oh.” he said. “What about?”

“What part of ‘none of your business’ don’t you understand?” Ax snapped.

“How about you stay out of it.” Sirius snapped back.

“Boys.” Liz and Marissa warned at the same time.

“Sorry.” they both replied. The girls exchanged glances, clearly saying, ‘too easy’. All four fell into silence for a while, interrupted by the occasional cough or the scratching of a quill. After a half an hour, Liz thought she heard giggling.

“No, you ask!” a girl laughed.

“No, you!” another replied, giggling hysterically. Liz turned around to see two fourth year Hufflepuffs staring at them avidly.

“Can we help you with something?”

The bolder of the two stepped forward, still giggling furiously. “We were wondering if you could get us your father’s autograph.” Liz immediately felt her blood boil.

“He’s just so good looking.” the other one added. That was the last straw.

“Would you like me to get my mother’s autograph for you as well?” She snapped. The girls stopped giggling. “That’s what I thought. You all think my father is around only for the public’s enjoyment? Well, he’s not some glorified rock star, he’s a real person who’s worked very hard to have what he has today. He just wants some privacy. And he doesn’t give out autographs. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have some homework to finish.” She swept off into the next aisle of books, leaving the two girls extremely embarrassed.

She didn’t know what she was doing in the history section, as she was writing a charms essay at the moment. She peeked through the shelves and saw the girls had left. On her way back to their table, a book caught her eye. The Second War of the Unforgivables: From Beginning To End.

She slid down on the dusty floor and opened the large book, coughing slightly. Quickly finding her father’s extensive biography, she skimmed through the life history she’d been told so many stories about. She continued reading about each of his encounters with the dark lord, occasionally accompanied by Ronald Weasley or Hermione Granger. She even saw the name Ginevra Weasley once or twice. A few tears dropped onto the crinkled pages.

“Family history?” She jumped about two feet in the air, and turned to see Sirius sitting beside her. His penetrating grey eyes bored into her, and she was forced to drop her gaze. She stowed the book in her bag, and stood up, brushing dust off her robes.

“Just a little light reading.” She turned to leave, but he grabbed her arm.

“Liz...look at me.” He forced her chin upwards. “Are you okay?”

“No, not really.” She sighed. “Can I have a hug?” Sirius chuckled, and pulled her into his arms. Resting her head against his chest, she said, “I just feel so guilty.”


“Because so many people gave up so much so that we could have this wonderful life, and none of us even really appreciate it.”

“I know that’s what it seems like. But they don’t know what we do. It’s history for them, for our parents, it was real. It still is real. It used to frustrate me that I couldn’t understand, but I realize now that I don’t want to understand.”

“You’re right, of course. How is it that you’re always right?”

He laughed, “I used to wonder the exact same thing about you.” He touched her locket. “Did I ever tell you the story behind this?”


“Well, my grandmother has a huge chest of Black family heirlooms in her attic. Most of them are cursed, but I was up there a few years ago, and this one caught my eye. I’ve been saving it to give it to someone I really care about ever since.

“See the two roses on the front? I think they represent your past and your future coming together to create your present.”

“You thought of that?”

“Yes.” he grinned. “What? That hard to believe?”

“I never knew you were so poetic.” She faked a swoon.

“Oh, shut up.” He peeked through the shelf. “Well, it looks like Marissa and Mr. Wonderful left us, so what do you say we head back to the common room.”

“Can’t you at least try to be nice to him?”


She rolled her eyes. “You two are related, aren’t you?”

“Unfortunately, yes.”

“Shouldn’t you try to be civil?”

“He’s my relative, not my family.”

“You are so stubborn!”

He sighed. “Yes, that I am. It’s a blessing and a curse, really...”

“You sound like Professor Trelawney.”

“Hey, don’t stoop to insults!”


“Remus, you have to tell him soon.” Remus sighed, speaking to his wife’s head in the fire of his office.

“I know. You got off easy.”

“Don’t I know it. I’m glad, too. But you always know what to say, so it’s better this way.” Tonks said with a reassuring smile.

“I must admit I have no idea what to say now. After all, I didn’t take the news extremely well myself, and he understands even less than I do.”

“Just promise me you’ll tell him tomorrow.”

“I promise. He has to know before they get here after all.”

“When are they due?”

“Next Saturday. Can you floo over here then? I don’t want them to have to wait until Christmas to meet you and the girls.”

“Of course. Everything’s ready here, so don’t worry.”

“Thank you for doing this. I know it’s a lot of trouble, and unexpected, but it means a lot to them and it means even more to me. I don’t know how to repay you.”

“Nonsense, Remus. They’re my family too, after all. And I’ve always wanted a big family.” He laughed.

“Well, you’ve got that now.”

“I have to admit, this is easier than giving birth.”

“I wouldn’t know.” She grinned.



“Are you quite sure you’re alright?”

“Yeah, it’s just a hard fact to get used to. You understand better than anyone, with Sirius and that whole fiasco. And now this...”

“You’d think I’d be a little more upset, but I just can’t stop wondering what they’re going to look like.” He chuckled.

“We’ll find out a little too soon.”

“Oh, I’d better go, the baby’s crying.”

“Alright, give the girls a kiss for me. I love you.”

“I love you, too.” Her head disappeared with a little pop. Remus got up with a little sigh, extinguished the lights, and left his office for the night. He was dreading the dawn.


“Ax, where are we going?” He stopped, and turned to look at her. They were out on the moonlit grounds, stumbling in the dark. It was an hour past curfew, but neither of them seemed to really care.

“I don’t know. Any ideas?” Marissa rolled her eyes.


“Want to walk down to the Quidditch pitch and look at the stars?”

“Sure.” she grinned.

“Do you know the names of a lot of them?” she asked. They were both laying flat on their backs, her head resting on Ax’s arm.

“Quite a few. I used to spend all night on my balcony with star charts when I was younger, trying to learn them all.”

“There’s so much I don’t know about you.” She realized out loud.

“We can fix that. So what’s your favorite color? Mine’s blue.”

“Green. Favorite season?”


“Me too! Let’s see, favorite food. Mine’s cheese.”

“Pumpkin pie. Favorite class?”


“Potions. If you could go anywhere, where would it be?”

“Paris. You?”


“What do you want to do once you get out of school?”

“Anything that helps people.”

“Awww, that’s sweet. I personally have no idea what I want to do. All I know is I want three kids.”

“I want seven.”

“Oh my.”

“Yeah, I know. Call it small family syndrome.”

“I’m an only child, so I know what you mean.”

“Your mother’s a muggle, isn’t she?”


“I’d love to meet her. I have a slight muggle obsession, it drives my father mad.”

She laughed. “You really should talk to Liz’s grandfather. I’ve never seen a wizard who loved muggles more. He interrogated my mother for three hours.”

“Interesting choice for a minister. Maybe we’ll finally be on good terms with their Prime Minister.”

“You know, I keep forgetting about that. He’s such a jolly man. It’s really weird.”

They continued to talk like this for a while, learning all the little things about each other that seemed so important. Then Ax asked, “How would you describe yourself in one sentence?”

She thought for a minute. “The ugly duckling that never turned into the swan.”

He looked at her, softly giving her hand a squeeze. “You’re right. You’re too beautiful to be described as a swan.”

“Don’t lie.”

“I’m not.”

“Then you’re a hopeless romantic.”

He grinned, then replied, “L'unica cosa più bella della notte sly è amore allineare.”

“Was that Italian?”

“Yeah. I said, ‘The only thing more beautiful than the night sky is true love.’”

“Ooh, say something else.”

“Mi domando che cosa è come baciare un angelo.”

“What did that mean?”

“I’ll show you.” He leaned in and kissed her. Their lips only brushed for a few seconds, but it was enough for Marisa to realize something. She really liked Italian.

She leaned in for another kiss.


Liz and Sirius were sitting in the common room playing chess long after everyone else had gone to bed. This was a common occurrence, seeing as neither of them usually went to bed before two on weekends. Liz was winning. Not such a common occurrence.

“Oh, come on you idiotic pawn! Crush him!” Sirius was yelling. His pawn shot him a dirty look. Liz was laughing.

“Knight to B6.” Sirius groaned as Liz’s knight took his.

“This is cruel and unusual punishment.” Liz snorted into her hot chocolate.

“Ha, finally!” He shouted as his queen took one of her bishops. A minute later his queen was taken by Liz’s knight.

“That knight is going down.”

“Ooh, you have a grudge against a chess piece now, scary!” He sneered at her.

The portrait hole swung open. Liz looked up, then did a double take. There was a boy around their age standing uncertainly by the door. He was dressed in muggle clothing, wearing a light blue T-shirt and jeans with a beat up brown leather jacket. A trunk was standing on it’s end beside him.

“Umm, is this the Gryffindor common room?” He had a strange accent. Was it American?

“Yes.” Liz answered while getting up. Sirius got up as well. Even though she was very curious, she couldn’t help but notice he was very good looking. He was about an inch taller than Sirius, with shaggy light brown hair that framed a perfectly defined face. His nervous smile could melt the coldest of hearts. And his eyes...those eyes...

“Me and my sister just moved here from America to live with our uncle. I just got sorted into Gryffindor.”

“What year?” Sirius asked.


“Oh, we’re sixth years. You’ll probably share my dormitory.”

“Where’s your sister?” Liz asked.

“She was sorted into...Slytherin, I think? Second year.”

“Oh, my sister’s a second year. Gryffindor, though.”

“Thanks guys, I’m gonna go take my stuff up. I’ll catch you tomorrow.” He turned around at the foot of the stairs. “Which door is it?”

“Third door up, that way.” Sirius answered.


“Wait.” Liz yelled. “What’s your name?”

“Oh, sorry, forgot my manners.” He said, grinning. “Copernicus Black.”

(A/N - Muahahahahaha! Now, I know what you’re all thinking, and you’re wrong. It’s not Sirius’s kids, since he was unfortunately as dead as a doornail when they were born. And I’ll leave it at that...)



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Old December 24th, 2005, 5:09 am
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Re: Always Remember What You Can't Forget

Happy holidays everyone! I managed to get this up before Christmas, aren’t you proud of me?

Chapter 14: A Reasonable Explanation

They both stared. Copernicus was looking at them curiously, clearly wondering why something as simple as his name would cause such a sensation. Liz, who regained use of her voice first, asked, “Can you say that again please?”

“Copernicus. Everyone calls me Nick, though.” He answered.

“No, your last name.”

“What, Black? Not that uncommon, is it?”

“In wizarding England, we’re inclined to think you’re lying. There aren’t any Black’s left, they’re all dead.”

He felt his wrist. “Well, I still have a pulse, you’re welcome to check it if you’d like.” Liz rolled her eyes. Great, he’s sarcastic, just what I need, another one.

Sirius, who so far hadn’t said a word, choked out, “Who’s your father?”

“My father was Regulus Black.”

“Now, that’s impossible. He died a good thirty years ago.”

“Correction, everyone thought he died thirty years ago. He actually died six months ago.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.” Liz cut in.

“It’s alright, we were prepared.”

“Alright then, who’s this uncle?”

“Remus Lupin.” Sirius let out a strange sound.

“You’ve got to be joking. This is all a joke, isn’t it.”

Nick’s eyes were narrowed, looking at Sirius intently. “What’s your name?”

But Sirius seemed incapable of speech. He sank into a chair with his head in his hands. “Sirius Lupin.” Liz answered for him.

“Oh, God, the first person I meet. What about you?”

“Liz Potter.”

“Of course! Of all the people I could have run into, it had to be the two people who would know who I am. Well, come on, we should go visit your father, he can explain better than I can.” He pulled out his wand, banished his trunk upstairs, and grabbed Sirius roughly by the arm, shoving him in the direction of the portrait hole.

“Liz, wait, what’s going on?” The portrait of Sirius Black called after her as she followed the two boys.

“I’ll explain when we get back!” She called over her shoulder. She heard a disgruntled, ‘hmpf’, before the Fat Lady shut them out.

When they reached the corridor that held Remus’s office, Nick walking a half step behind Liz and Sirius, she tapped gently on the door. Sirius was fidgeting restlessly. Liz reached out and took his hand.

Remus opened the door, looking confused at the sight of them. “Liz, Sirius, what are you...” He caught sight of Nick standing behind them. “Oh dear.”

“You must be Copernicus.” He nodded, and Remus grimaced. “You’re a week early.”

“Sorry about that, the orphanage wanted to get rid of us a soon as possible once they found out we had somewhere to go. Overcrowding, you know.”

Sirius was mouthing wordlessly at his father. “You...you knew about him?”

Remus sighed. “Of course I knew, Sirius. Come in kids, there’s a reasonable explanation for all this.”

A reasonable explanation? He shows up out of the blue, you never told me anything about them, and yet there’s a reasonable explanation? And another thing, how in the name of Merlin are you his uncle?”

“Please calm down, I promise I can explain. Come in, it’ll only be a minute.” Liz gave Sirius’s hand a comforting squeeze and pulled him into the small office.

The three sat down around his desk as he grabbed a handful of floo powder and threw it into the fireplace. He stuck his head in, and started to speak. “Minerva, I’ve just become aware that the children arrived a bit early.”

They couldn’t hear the headmistresses voice, but she must have asked how he knew, for he replied, “Copernicus met Liz and Sirius in the common room, and all three are sitting in my office right now. Can you get someone to fetch Mira and send her here please?” He paused for a moment. “Oh, she’s still there? Just send her through the fire then.”

He stepped back, and a moment later, a very short, skinny girl was wiping soot off her clothes. She had waist length black hair and the same grey eyes as her brother and cousin. Although they held warmth, they also seemed to radiate power.

Nick had got up and walked over to his sister, putting an arm around her and conjuring another chair with a casual flick of his wand. She sat down, then looked curiously around the room, smiling slightly.

“Mira, this is Liz Potter and my son, Sirius. Kids, this is Mira Black.” Remus introduced them, then threw another handful of floo powder into the hearth. After a hurried conversation, his sleepy wife arrived wearing a dressing gown and looking very confused. She was carrying their wailing baby. Becca, however, seemed to be perfectly awake and wasted no time in jumping on Sirius’s lap, the latter giving a loud ‘umph’.

“Alright, what’s going on.” Sirius asked impatiently.

“Well, it’s a long story. I guess I should start by telling you that I had a sister.”

“What! You had a sister and you never bothered to find the time to tell me?”

“Sirius, please, just listen to me. She was my half sister. My mother died when I was only a year old, and my father was obviously heartbroken. A few months after her death, he met a waitress down at a pub he frequented in our town. He cared about her, of course, but the real reason he proposed to her was so I would have a mother. She didn’t realize this until three days before they were to get married. Then she ran off, leaving a note behind explaining that she couldn’t be in the shadow of a dead woman for the rest of her life. She never told my father that she was pregnant at the time.”

He paused for breath, looking very weary. “I didn’t know until my sister, Roselyn, came to Hogwarts. She was three years behind us, and a Gryffindor. She was always so innocent, the sweetest girl I’d ever met. She met Regulus in her fifth year. He was a year ahead of her, and a Slytherin, so when they fell in love they hid it from everyone. I didn’t even know until she graduated. Rosie didn’t join the Order on my wishes, but she disappeared all the same three weeks before Regulus’s supposed death. No one knew what happened, but it was the height of the war. People went missing every day, and they rarely returned.

“This is where it starts getting fuzzy for me. Apparently, Regulus was working undercover, trying to gather information for Dumbledore. There was already a leak in the Order, so no one knew. Anyway, he was tipped off that his life was in danger, so he sent Rosie into hiding, before faking his own death. They then both moved to America. Is that correct, Copernicus?”

He nodded. “Please, call me Nick.”

“Okay, Nick then. Can you tell us what happened then?”

“Sure. Well, Mum and Dad waited until they were older to have kids. Dad knew Voldemort wasn’t finished, since he had found one of the horcruxes, but hadn’t realized at the time there might have been more. He thought of that later, after his supposed ‘fall’. They didn’t want to raise a family in that kind of world, because they knew he would return again. After Harry Potter defeated him, they were considering going back to England, but decided they liked America anyway. My mother died while giving birth to Mira, and my father home schooled us. He’d been sick for a few years when he died.”

“That’s where I come in again. I didn’t even know my sister had survived the first war until after her husband’s death. When Regulus’s will was read, it gave custody of his children to me. Six months ago, I was contacted by a wizarding orphanage in New York City. We decided that the kids would arrive in mid-October. That’s how we got where we are now.”

“Wait a minute.” Sirius started. “I got that new broom six months ago from a long lost relative in America.”

“That was my dad.” Nick answered. Sirius was staring at his father.

“You’ve known for six months. Yet you never thought that maybe, possibly, perhaps I would like to know that my cousins from Merlin knows where were coming to live with us. Or couldn’t you find the time to tell me I had an aunt all these years. What did you think I’d do, get angry?” He laughed. “Well, to tell you the truth, Dad, I’m a bit miffed now.”


“No, why didn’t you tell me?”

“Sirius, sweetheart, please calm down.” Tonks tried.

“I AM NOT GOING TO BLOODY CALM DOWN!” He opened his mouth to say more, thought better of it, and left the room instead, slamming the door behind him.

Remus sighed. “I was hoping that wouldn’t happen, but I can’t say it’s entirely unexpected. I’m sorry you two had to witness that.”

“It’s really not a problem.” Nick assured. “I’d be upset too.”

“Mira, are you okay, dear?” Tonks asked, bending down to look at the girl. “You haven’t said much.”

“Oh, no, I’m fine Aunt Nymphadora. Just thinking.”

“Alright.” She still looked a bit concerned. “Well, this is Becca, and this is Violet. I brought you both some clothes and other things you might need. The rest of the family, well family friends technically, sent you care packages.”

Nick blushed. “Oh, that really wasn’t necessary... hey, this is from Harry Potter!” Liz cleared her throat. “Oh yeah, sorry, I forgot.”

“Oh, Liz, there’s something I want to ask you as well.” Remus said. “Since you are a prefect, and a friend, I was hoping you could kind of introduce them to Hogwarts. You know, just show them around tomorrow. You and Nick also have the same schedule, so I’d appreciate it if you’d helped him out come Monday.”

“Of course, Uncle Remus, I’d be glad to.”

“Thank you. Now, it’s very late. I want you all to try to get a good night’s sleep, and I’ll see you in the morning. And Liz, can you see if you can calm Sirius down?”

Liz smiled slightly. “I’ll try.”

After Tonks had hugged all three of them and returned home, they exited Remus’s office and walked Mira down to the Slytherin common room.

“Well, they seem very nice.” Nick commented.

“Yeah, they do.” Mira agreed.

“Uncle Remus and Aunt Tonks are the best, you guys are going to love them. And you’ll love it here as well, I can’t wait to show you around. I have so many people for you to meet!” They looked at each other, then burst out laughing.

“What?” Liz asked, her smile dropping.

“Nothing, it’s just you’re so excited.” Nick exclaimed.

“Sorry, we’re just really not used to other young people.”

“Oh, well we can fix that. What part of America are you lot from, anyway?”

“Ohio.” Nick said without enthusiasm.

“What, isn’t it nice there?”

“Oh, it’s okay, just really cold.”

Liz laughed. “You’ve obviously never been to England. We have the worst winters.”

“Great, we finally get out of there only to end up somewhere colder.” Mira put in.

“Oh, you’ll get used to it. This is the entrance. The password’s ‘mimble wimble’.”

“Alright, thanks. Goodnight.” She hugged her brother, gave Liz a cheery wave, and jumped into the common room.

“She really adores you doesn’t she?” Liz asked, laughing at how close they seemed.

Nick grinned. “Nah, it’s the other way around. I think she felt kind of bad when Sirius stormed out like that. She was really afraid of being a burden.”

“He’ll come around, I promise. He just needs some time. Besides, it’s not you, really. He just wished his father would have told him. And don’t worry, you won’t be a burden. Oh, wait until Christmas. You’ll be an official member of the Weasley family now, you’re going to freak.”

“And what does being a member of the Weasley family mean?”

Liz grinned. “You’ll find out tomorrow.”


The next day, Liz, as promised, was having a grand time introducing the pair to everyone. Besides a number of giggling girls making a point of saying hello to Nick, she was quite surprised at the lack of questions.

“Liz?” Nick asked, bemused. He had just been bombarded by three fifth year Ravenclaws. “Are English girls all this nice?”

Liz laughed. “Only when you look like that.” He blushed, and Liz laughed harder.

She had just finished introducing them to Danni and Ax when Sirius walked into the Great Hall. “I’ll be right back.” She left them talking to the Slytherins, and headed over to her own house table.

“Sirius, you look terrible.”

“Good morning to you too.”

“Look, I’m not going to be subtle here. This is stupid, okay. You can’t stay mad at your father, and you can’t blame Nick and Mira for this whole deal. Now, I’m showing them around the school today, and you’re welcome to join us. I doubt you will, but at least think about it. You’re the only family they have left.”

She left him looking more forlorn than he had been.

All in all, it was a very eventful day. They had covered every inch of the castle, Liz had explained all the rules, professors, ghosts, trick steps, secret passageways, killer trees, and giant sea animals that Hogwarts had. They had been properly introduced to the entire Weasley clan, Hagrid, Neville, and all of Liz’s friends. The three of them had also had a very odd conversation with Sirius Black’s portrait, trying their hardest to ignore all the strange looks they were getting from fellow inhabitants of Gryffindor tower.

Right now, they were in the empty boy’s dormitory digging through the mounds of gifts the pair had received for their homecoming.

“Oh, that’s a cool watch, too bad I don’t know how to read it.”

“I’ve always wanted a sneakoscope.”

“A broomstick servicing kit, awesome!”

“Why is this box making noises. Oh my God, it’s a cat!” Mira opened a box to find a pitch black kitten with bright yellow eyes mewing at her. “She’s beautiful! Who’s this from. Oh, Liz, your parents sent this!”

Liz chuckled. “I should have known. My Mum adores cats.”

“Oh, she’s such an angel. I can’t wait to thank them.”

Liz also found out a lot about the siblings throughout the day. They were both quite advanced magically for their age, but Mira was the real surprise. Even though she was absolutely puny, she was an extremely powerful witch, even though she was only twelve. She really liked both of them already. After Mira left for the night, Liz and Nick were left in the common room alone. She was explaining what each of his classes would be like.

After a few moments of silence, Liz asked, “Have you seen Sirius all day?”

“No, he’s not in the dorm either.”

“I should go find him.” She sighed.

“Are you two...you know...”

Liz blushed. “No.”

“I’m sorry, I just wondered. You can go find him if you’d like, I’m about to turn in anyway. Thanks for all your help today.”

“No problem, Nick. Good night.”

“Good night.”

As she walked through the dark corridors, she half considered going back for the Marauder’s map. She didn’t need it though. She knew exactly where Sirius would be. It was the same spot he always went when he was upset or needed to think.

Liz entered the owlery to find the object of her search slumped against the wall in a corner, looking exactly like a lost puppy. He didn’t even seem to notice she was there. She leaned against a wall and waited until he saw her.

When he was finally aware of her presence, he jumped and then looked up at her. There was nothing short of pleading in his eyes. Liz’s heart broke for him. She couldn’t take that desperate gaze anymore.

Wordlessly, she crossed the room and slid down beside him, wrapping her arms around his waist. He hesitated for a moment, but then encircled her with his own arms, leaning her into him until her head was resting on his chest. Liz couldn’t bring herself to say anything. Instead, she just closed her eyes and let herself fall asleep.

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Old December 28th, 2005, 8:00 pm
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Re: Always Remember What You Can't Forget

Here’s the next post! Us crazy Americans... Btw, this shouldn’t offend any Americans out there, but if it does for some reason, just remember, I love Americans (since I am one). I honestly don’t know why it would offend anyone, I mean this is Trelawney were talking about....well, you’ll see what I mean. Pardon the rambling. Does anyone actually read these? What? You want me to let you read the chapter? Okay, silly!

Chapter 15: A Head the Size of Canada

Liz woke up with a cramp in her neck. She didn’t remember where she was until she looked up into Sirius’s now sleeping face and yelped. He stirred slightly. She checked outside. The sun was just rising. She glanced at Sirius again, realizing they were still wrapped in each other’s arms. Well, five more minutes wouldn’t hurt...

“Good morning.” She groaned when she heard his overly cheerful voice.

“Morning.” She yawned. “I can’t believe we stayed out here all night.”

“How’d you sleep?” He asked.

“Pretty well. My neck’s killing me though.” He stomped on her foot. “Ouch! What the bloody hell was that for?!”

“So you don’t think about your neck hurting anymore.” She shot him a look that he took to mean, ‘Go jump in the lake.’ He got up.

“Where are you going?”

“To go jump in the lake.” Liz looked at him in amazement for a moment before bursting out laughing. “No, but really, we have classes in a few hours, in case you’ve forgotten.”

“Oh, yeah, Monday, isn’t it?”

“There you go, genius. Now come on.” He offered her a hand up.

They walked back to Gryffindor tower in a companionable silence, although Liz really wanted to ask Sirius how he was. But she didn’t really want to remind him of the whole mess when it seemed he’d let himself forget for a few hours. She didn’t need to worry. When they were at the foot of the dormitories, he brought up the subject first.

“Liz, I just want to thank you.”

“For what?”

“For being...you. You put a lot of things into perspective for me without even meaning to. The way only you could. So thank you.” He conjured a single red rose, tucked it behind her ear, and brushed his lips across the back of her hand. And then he...left.

Liz stared at the staircase he had just disappeared through for a long moment, before she let out an uncontrollable girlish squeal. It was such a simple, sweet gesture, but it was those kind of things that made Sirius...so Sirius.

Several hours later, Liz and Nick were sitting in Divination trying to control their laughter with difficulty. Nick, who was not used to Professor Trelawney’s...unique...teaching methods, was having a grand time making the entire class a very unflattering, provided hilarious, joke.

“Well, Mr. Black, since you think you can do this so much better, tell us. What do you see in your crystal ball?” Nick peered into the milky depths of the glass orb with a look of great concentration on his face.

“Ah...well, due to the way the fog swirls thickly around my oh-so-gorgeous reflection, I’m going to have to say, it’s telling me I’ve definitely arrived in England.” Liz snorted loudly, which she quickly turned into a hacking cough.

“That is a observation, not a prediction. Can you tell us anything about the mystical properties of the alignment of the planets?”

“No, but I can tell you all about gravity.”

“We do not speak of muggle nonsense in this classroom. We are here to study the realm of the unknown, the knowledge of the beyond gifted to some among us, myself counted among the privileged few.”

“Tell us, Professor, how does it feel to be so gifted?” He replied in a simpering voice, batting his eyelashes.

Trelawney scowled, ruining her mystical act quite efficiently. “I predict an early and extremely painful death for you, my dear boy.”

“Excellent, I never wanted wrinkles. Such a pain in the...”

“Enough! Class, I think a review is required today. Everyone grab a teacup and a partner.” She walked wearily over to her winged armchair in front of the fire, muttering something that curiously sounded like, ‘Americans’.

“That was brilliant.” Liz muttered on their way back to the table.

“Oh, you haven’t seen the half of it. Watch this.” He raised his hand. “Professor? What kind of tea do you use?”

“Excuse me, Mr. Black?”

“Well, you see, I’m deathly allergic to most herbs, and unless this is the untimely and painful death you had predicted, which I’m most certain it’s not, since suffocating isn’t really all that painful, just kind of uncomfortable. That is unless this tea’s made from eucalypts, in that case I’ll break out in yellow pus-like boils and my brain will ooze out of my ears. I guess that’s considered painful, depends on your point of view. Of course, I’ve never tried it, so I guess it could just tickle a little...”

“Er, that’s alright, why don’t you just not drink the tea. You two can read the same cup.” She said quickly.

“Your brain would ooze out of your ears? That is the lamest thing I’ve ever heard.” Liz pointed out.

“Well, she believed it.” He countered.

“Are you really allergic to herbs?”

“God no. Although I am allergic to bleach. And your cup says to beware of red-headed men.”

“Oh great, I’ll have to avoid half my family. Anything else?”

“Yeah, it says you’ll meet a dark and mysterious stranger who will change your life forever. Hey, that could be me!”

“Oh, yes, because us girls love the tragic rebel types. You’ve been reading too many romance novels.”

“You think I’m a tragic rebel?”

“Tragically stupid.”

“Now that was below the belt. But really, sarcastic, foreign, and quite hilarious if I do say so myself, what’s not to like?”

“The head the size of Canada. And foreign? Good grief.”

“Hey, Canada’s really big, you know. And here I was, thinking it hadn’t surpassed the size of Texas yet.”

“Okay, we’ll compromise. Alaska.”

“Fair enough. You really know your geography.”

“That’s because I’m brilliant.”

“Oh, who has the big head now?”


“Can anyone describe to me how you would go about turning a beetle into a button?” Professor Roshwick, a short, pudgy, and bald man, asked his second year Transfiguration class. Nicole’s hand shot up as usual, but so did Mira’s.

“Miss Black?” The professor called.

Mira flicked her wand with ease anyone could admire, and the beetle immediately turned into a perfectly round button. “You have to concentrate on the similarities between the beetle and the button, and flick your wand just a little above it. The incantation is ‘ferreverto’, but I don’t really like to use them.”

Professor Roshwick’s mouth was slightly open. “You don’t like to use what?”


“You’re a second year and you can preform non-verbal spells.”


“How long have you been able to do that?”

“Since always, I guess.”

He tried to hide his amazement. “Very well, twenty points to Slytherin. The rest of you, practice.”

Mira looked around the classroom curiously. She still wasn’t quite used to this whole system. After spending your entire life with one teacher and no one else learning the same thing as you, it was very strange to suddenly be sent to school with a bunch of people your own age.

She put her feet up on the table and tilted back in her chair. There was a mousy-haired Gryffindor boy sitting beside her. Behind her were two girls she recognized. Liz had introduced them to her sister, Nicole, and Celeste Longbottom yesterday.

Celeste looked more like she was trying to murder her beetle than transfigure it. Nicole however, was sitting behind a pile of buttons, studying Mira suspiciously.

“Do I have something on my face?” she snapped. She didn’t know why, but something about the girl’s bright green eyes freaked her out.

“No, well, besides skin, of course.”

“Well, most people don’t find that so interesting.”

“I don’t find it particularly interesting.”

“Then why are you staring at me?”

“It’s a free country, I can stare at whomever I please.”

“Whatever.” She turned back around. Great, she thought wryly, I got here two days ago and they already hate me.


Liz was walking down the third floor corridor alone after dinner when she spotted someone she wanted to have a chat with at the other end of the hall.

“ABRAXAS LUCIUS MALFOY!” He spun around.

“Don’t use that bloody name, you know I hate it, Elizabeth May Potter.” He groaned.


“No problem. What’s up?”

“I’m here to pump you for information.”

“Oh dear.”

“There’s no use running, that will just make it all the more painful. Now, I know something very interesting happened Saturday night. And I know you were involved. And I know Marissa has been walking around since then with a goofy grin on her face. And you’re blushing. So spill.”

He sighed. “You are a cruel, relentless, absolutely horrible person, Liz.”

“Yep, now spill.”

“Alright already! Well...” He turned magenta. “We...I ummm...”

“Did you kiss her?” Liz blurted, feeling sorry for the poor guy.

“Yeah.” He promptly turned even redder.


“I don’t know. I think she likes me, I mean, she kissed me back and everything. And, I know I just met her and everything, but it’s different.”

“Yeah, I know what you mean.”

“I think I’m going to ask her to Hogsmeade, what do you think? There’s a trip on Halloween.”

“Yeah, you definitely should. She likes you too, I can tell.”

“I mean, I know she kissed me and everything, but what if she decided it was a mistake.” Liz glared at him. “So you’re pretty sure she’d say yes? If I asked her, that is.” Liz nodded, and he grinned. “Thanks a bunch, I’ve got to go.”

There were a few unfortunate things about this conversation. One was that Sirius was coming down an adjoining corridor at the time. He unfortunately only heard the last few sentences Ax spoke. He unfortunately couldn’t see who he was talking to. And unfortunately, Sirius was in a bad mood as it was.

“Oi, Malfoy!” He didn’t care about his wand at the moment. Sometimes muggles had the right idea. He grabbed the blond by the collar and slammed him against a wall.

“Okay, you listen to me and you listen close.” She said through gritted teeth. Malfoy was turning slightly purple.


“If Liz likes you, and apparently she does or otherwise she wouldn’t have kissed you, then I won’t try to keep you apart.”


“But I swear to God, if you ever hurt her in any way at all, I’ll knock all of your teeth out, break every bone in your body, and let the house elves boil you into soup, you got it? And...”

“LUPIN!” Sirius stopped talking to look at him. “What are you bloody talking about?”

“You. I just heard you talking to someone about Liz. You said that she kissed you and that you were going to ask her to Hogsmeade, and...what are you laughing about?”

“I was talking to Liz, not about Liz. I don’t want to ask her to Hogsmeade or anywhere else.” Sirius looked at him for a moment, dumbfounded. Then he released him.

“Sorry,” he mumbled.

“It’s alright.” Ax answered, massaging his neck.

Sirius’s curiosity got the better of him. “Who were you talking about then?”

“I’m afraid that’s none of your business.”

“Yeah, you’re right. I’m just gonna go...sorry again.” He walked away quickly, feeling more than a little embarrassed.

But wait...this meant he’d been stressing for nearly a month about absolutely nothing. Liz didn’t like Malfoy, Malfoy didn’t like Liz. Maybe he had a chance after all...

No, he didn’t. He’d decided that today. There was no denying he was completely infatuated with her, maybe even more. But he also couldn’t deny that he was scared out of his mind. He didn’t know what to do with all of the emotions he was feeling. But he knew he couldn’t take rejection. Not now. Not from her.

He entered his dormitory to find he wasn’t alone. Nick was sitting on one of the beds. His head snapped up when Sirius closed the door.

“Black.” Sirius nodded his head at him.

“What’s with you, anyway?”

“What do you mean, ‘what’s with me.’?”

“What do you have against me? I’ve never done anything to you.”

“Who said I had anything against you?”

“Oh, come on. You haven’t spoken a word to me since I got here, you won’t even call me by my first name, and you won’t tell me what’s going on. That usually means you have a problem with me.”


“Oh for God’s sake, we’re cousins! We’re in the same year! We’re going to have to live together, hate to break it to you. We might as well try to get along, I’m not really that bad. I promise.”

“I don’t know what to do! You two just showed up, no one ever told me about it, and now everyone expects me to just accept it and play nice like a good little boy.”



“Yeah, well I just lost my father. Try that sometime.”

He left the room, slamming the door behind him. Sirius was truly ashamed of himself.

A little shorter than
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Re: Always Remember What You Can't Forget

I know I just posted, like, yesterday...but I had time, so I couldn’t resist. Don’t get too used to it, though... And this one kind of sucks, but that happens sometimes too.

Chapter 16: So Simple It’s Complicated

A week later, Sirius had worked himself into an absolutely foul mood. He’d basically stopped talking to everyone, grunting and murmuring a one word response whenever anyone asked him a question. This had earned him detention from Professor Roshwick last Wednesday. He had been asked how to conjure a stream of water, and replied, ‘yes’. That probably wasn’t what had got him detention, however. It was probably the, ‘Oh, who bloody cares!’, following being asked if he was paying attention.

This was also a hindrance at Quidditch practice. Nicole had gotten so fed up with him that she ‘accidently’ threw the quaffle at him. Really hard. It left a bruise. She must have thought he was really stupid, though. An accident, honestly. He might have believed it if she actually even played chaser.

He attributed it to her going slightly mad with extreme frustration. Yeah, that was it.

In truth, he was feeling like a real git. And it wasn’t just because Liz had told him he was being a real git, either. He felt quite bad about giving Nick a hard time when he’d gotten there. After all, it wasn’t his fault his father had decided to conceal certain necessary information from him.

And when Sirius finally realized that Nick had lost his last living parent, he couldn’t even bring himself to apologize. Did that make him a git? It definitely made him feel like one.

He felt horrible. There was no way his cousins would want anything to do with him now.

So on Tuesday morning, let’s just say he was a little tetchy.

He was attacking his potatoes with a knife when Liz sat down beside him. She sighed, and gently took the knife out of his hands.

“Oh, for Merlin’s sake Sirius, this has got to stop.”


“What do you think? You’ve been walking around brooding for a week.”


“If you don’t say more than one word at a time, I’m going to strangle you with my bare hands.”

“Alright then.”

“Urgh! Would you just tell me what’s wrong!”

“I have people asking me that question every time I turn around.”

“A full sentence!”

“Shut-up, Liz.”


“What do you want from me?”

“Oh, Sirius, if you just tried talking to him. I mean, he’s really...”

“Yes, yes, I know, he’s bloody wonderful. Why don’t you just jump into bed with him and leave me alone!” He exclaimed hysterically.

Liz mouthed at him in outrage, her eyes filling with tears. “I was just trying to help.” She snapped in a shaky voice, jumping out of her seat and leaving him alone again. She still had the knife clutched in her hand.

Great. He’d now not only mortally offended Liz, he made her cry, and then sent her on her merry way with a dagger. Peachy.

He really needed a nap.


Liz ran out of the Great Hall, wiping her tears away with her free hand. How could he be so...so...mean?

Did he really think of her like that? And here she was, thinking he was different. Thinking that maybe, he actually cared about her. How could she be so foolish?

She was so wrapped up in her thoughts that she ran right into someone. She muttered, “sorry,” while looking up into a pair of grey eyes. Nick and Sirius’s eyes were freakishly identical. He glanced at her, pulled out a tissue and handed it to her.


“Umm, Liz? Why do you have a knife?” She glanced down at her left hand.

“Oh, yeah, I forgot about that.”

He grimaced. “Do I want to know?”

“I don’t think so.”

She handed him the knife after he motioned for it. He turned to enter the hall, but she called him back. “Hey, Nick? Could you tell the teachers that I’m sick. I don’t really feel like going to lessons today.”

“Yeah, sure.” He turned around again, eyes filled with concern. “You okay?”

“Yeah, just a little upset. I’ll be okay, thanks.” She turned on her heal and ran off, before bursting into tears.


Marissa knew she shouldn’t be expecting anything. But she couldn’t help but feel a bit disappointed that Ax hadn’t said more than hello to her since last Saturday. And he was the one who kissed her.

And he couldn’t expect her to wait around. Which is exactly why she was doing just that.

Sirius wasn’t the only one in a bad mood.

Actually, she was more on auto-pilot than anything. Not only was she sick of waiting, but she was hurt. What was so wrong with her? Was she really that ugly?

But he said you were beautiful. A voice in the back of her head whispered. He could have easily been lying though.

When someone grabbed her arm and pulled her into a broom closet, she couldn’t even muster a feeble protest.

That someone lit their wand, and she was left staring directly into Ax’s eyes. “You really shouldn’t kidnap people like that, you know.” She mumbled quietly.

“I had to kidnap you when you’ve been avoiding me all week.” Her mouth dropped in indignation.

“I haven’t been avoiding you, you’ve been avoiding me!”

“Maybe we’ve been avoiding each other at different times.”

She rolled her eyes. “Don’t be smart.”

He stopped laughing. “You’re actually mad at me, aren’t you?”

She sighed. “No. I just thought, well...”

He was looking at her with a curious expression on his face. “I don’t know what I thought.”

“Yes, you do.”

“I guess I just made everything more than it was, and I was thinking, well, hoping actually, that maybe you thought that...”

“Marissa, will you go to Hogsmeade with me?” he interrupted. She stopped talking, and stared at him, her expression blank. “Well, I understand completely if you don’t want to...”

“What, are you stupid?” She exclaimed, throwing her arms around his neck. “Of course I’ll go to Hogsmeade with you.” Before he could say a word, she planted a kiss on his lips.

He was silent for a moment before letting out a soft chuckle. She was now resembling a tomato.

“Sorry.” She whispered feebly.

“Why?” He asked. But he didn’t wait for her to answer. He just kissed her.

Ten minutes later, the pair was rushing into the potions classroom, nearly late. Unfortunately, the only two seats were right in the front of the room. This was unfortunate because Professor Guige had a tendency to spit when she talked. She was in the middle of roll call when they walked in.


“Here.” Marissa muttered while sitting down. Angenette was giving her a questioning look. She shook her head a fraction of an inch to each side.

“Potter.” Silence. The professor’s dark eyebrows snapped together.

“Where is Miss Potter?”

“Erm, she’s not feeling well, Professor.” Nick spoke up nervously from the back of the classroom.

“Very well. Although I suggest she visit the hospital wing if she is ill.” Marissa noticed that Sirius, who was sitting directly behind her, was staring guiltily at his shoe.

“What did you do?” She asked out of the corner of her mouth.

“How’d you know?” He asked in reply, shocked.

“Oh please, you’re not exactly subtle.”

“I said something really rude.”


“I don’t bloody know, does there have to be a bloody reason for everything?!”

“Okay, sorry, I didn’t know it was that time of the month. Don’t cry please, I’m no good with whimpering girls.”

“Oh do shut-up.”

“What did you say?”

“I...implied something.”

“Oh.” She didn’t ask. That annoyed him for some reason.

“Oh, don’t act like you know what I’m talking about!”

“Oh, but why not, it’s so much fun.”

“God, I hate it when you’re in a good mood. Your boyfriend’s tapping you on the shoulder.” She blushed, but didn’t correct his title. Instead, she turned to Ax.


“We were supposed to start our potion three minutes ago.”

“Oh sorry. Good luck on your own, Sirius.” She called over her shoulder. He had to try to suffer through an entire double period on his own, since his partner was...elsewhere.

This had gone on long enough.

“Professor.” Sirius said loudly, raising his hand.

“Yes?” Marissa grimaced slightly as she felt moisture on her face.

“I’m not feeling well, can I go to the hospital wing?” He asked, faking a cough for good measure.

“Yes, yes, very well. Go on then.”

“Thank you.” He said, grabbing his bag and practically bolting for the door.

This needed planning. She was in the girl’s dormitories, according to the Marauder’s map, which he had luckily borrowed the day before. And he couldn’t just waltz in there. Well, actually he would if he could, but he couldn’t. He’d been sitting on his bed thinking about complicated catapults and fake lures when it hit him.

His broom! So simple it was complicated.

He grabbed his broom, contemplating the best way to do this. He opted for flying to her window, just in case someone was in the common room. Of course, there was also the little matter that she was never going to let him in. Easy. He stowed his wand up his sleeve. She’d be a little perturbed about him forcing entrance but she’d get over it, in time.

A few minutes later, Liz, who was lying in bed crying for a change, heard a tap on her window. This was immediately followed by a loud shout of, “LIZ, LET ME IN!”

She rolled over and ignored Sirius, covering her head with a pillow. A few moments later, she felt someone trying to tug the pillow out of her hands. She dropped it.

“Lupin, get out of my dormitory.”

“Oh, don’t you dare use that last name nonsense.”

“If you only came up here to see if I would ‘jump in bed with you’, then you’re about to be sorely disappointed.”

“Liz, I never meant that, I swear.”

“Are you sure? What did you come up here for, to demean me further?”

He closed his eyes. “I’m so sorry.”

“You be sorry then.”

“What do you want me to do? I’m already on my knees! I’ll grovel, I swear I will. Do your shoes need cleaned, because I’ll lick them. Anything, I’ll do anything, please!”

“God, Sirius, why did you have to be cruel?”

“I don’t know!” he exclaimed, quite hysterical. “Would you please just looked at me?” Liz was shocked to hear how much pain was in his voice. She sat up, wiping her tears away. He got up and sat down beside her.

“Don’t you think this is hard for me too?” She asked. “Seeing you act this way? I’ve never seen you like this before, and I don’t know what to do with you. It drives me mad that I can’t fix everything, and I can’t stand not talking to you like this. It hurts, Sirius, it bloody hurts when you don’t look me in the eye. And then today...” She shook her head.

“When I made you cry today, I wanted to curse myself.”

“I wanted to curse you too.” She said, half laughing.

“I didn’t mean a thing I said, Liz. I was angry, and I was being bloody stupid, and I don’t think about you that way at all...”

“I just thought that maybe you didn’t care anymore.”

He touched her cheek, tilting her head until she was staring directly into his eyes, they’re faces inches apart. Both their breaths hitched in their throats. Sirius regained his first. “Don’t you ever think I don’t care about you.”

She squirmed, she had to. They were too close. Sirius put an arm around her and buried his face in her hair. That didn’t really help.

“You smell good.”

“Thanks, I guess.” She squeaked.

“You’re my best friend, you know that. I really am so sorry. Do you forgive me?” She sighed. His best friend, that’s all.

“Yeah, I do. To tell you the truth, Sirius, you’re a really hard person to stay mad at.”

Yeah, I know,
that was shorter
and more random
than the last post.
Next one’s more
interesting, I swear!


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Old January 7th, 2006, 12:36 am
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Re: Always Remember What You Can't Forget

I just want to thank you all for the overwhelming amount of feedback I’ve been getting on these last few posts. You guys are the best, and nothing can compare to hearing what my readers think. I really adore your opinions. So thank you! Here’s the next post:

Chapter 17: Kind of Awesome, Really

“Sometimes I have to wonder about you, Sirius.” Liz laughed.

“Oh, I don’t know, I think it’s kind of...pretty.”

“It’s hideous!”

“Well, if you squint it kind of looks like cheese.” They were sitting in potions, attempting to finish their project. They had been assigned to invent their own potion as an ‘exercise in creativity’. The result was that the classroom was now full of strange smoke and foul-smelling odors.

“Yes, and cheese is so pretty. I forgot, what’s this supposed to be again?”

“Essence of Gryffindor.” Sirius replied gloomily.

“Well, hopefully Gryffindor’s like cheese.”

“Well, it’s better than theirs.” He said, pointing to Ax and Marissa, who’s bubbling purple potion smelled exactly like burnt hair. They said it was supposed to make the drinker recite poetry until the antidote was taken.

“But, unlike ours, their’s probably works.” She retorted.

“We don’t know that ours doesn’t work.”

“Well, I don’t know about you, but I’m not going to try it.”

“What do we have here?” Professor Guige asked the pair, spitting only slightly.

“It’s called Essence of Gryffindor.” Liz started immediately. “When taken, it increases the drinker’s natural capacity for courage. It is very useful in perilous situations, although if taken in excess, it can lead to hot-headedness, reckless behavior, and eventually death. Add one of your hairs and the hair of a true Gryffindor, and you have liquid courage.”

“Or congealed courage, anyway.” Sirius muttered under his breath.

She looked mildly impressed. “Well, I truly doubt it would work, but that was a lovely summary, and you seemed to have put a lot of thought into this, so full marks!”

Liz smiled. Sirius was looking at her in utter amazement. “Full marks?” He asked in disbelief. “I don’t think I’ve ever gotten full marks on a potions test before. Remind me never to do anything to upset you ever again.” He leaned over their cauldron and kissed her on the cheek three times in quick succession.

Who would have guessed the way to a guy’s heart is through his potions grade? Liz thought to herself. She swore her cheeks would burn off from the blushing. And she was supposed to still be mad at him. She had the sudden urge to cry.

She didn’t, but it was a near thing.

“Er, Liz? Are you alright? You look a bit flustered.”

“Oh, I’m fine. Is it hot in here, or is it just me?”

“Probably because of all the potions.”

“Yes.” She replied, fanning herself. “That’s it.”

They sat in silence for a moment, Sirius’s mind working rapidly. He plucked her hand off the table and took it into both of his own, toying with her fingers. It amazed Liz how he could set her nerves on fire with the slightest touch.

Come on, it’s not that hard, only seven words. ‘Will you go to Hogsmeade with me?’ What is so hard about that? Sirius thought to himself. Where was all his courage when he needed it. Maybe he should have taken some of their potion.

Of course, he probably would have just ended up dead.

“Sirius? What are you doing?” He jumped.

“Oh, I dunno.” He quickly dropped her hand, causing it to land on his knee. She quickly jerked it away.

He took a deep breath. “Ummm,” The bell rang.

“That’s the bell. What were you saying?”

“Nothing.” He smiled, and handed her books to her. “Let’s go to dinner. We’re free until Monday!”

“Yeah...” She replied, shooting him a strange glance.

Nice, Sirius, real smooth.


Liz was in the common room that night, Sirius being at Quidditch practice. She was attempting to do her Divination homework, but Nick continuously poking her was not helping her concentration. Not only that, but he also felt the need to announce the fact that he was poking her.

“Poke.” He said for the umteenth time. “Poke, poke, poke, poke...”

“Do you need something?” She finally asked.

“Can you help me? I don’t know what I’m doing.”

“It’s not that hard, you just need to predict what will happen to you based on your dreams for the next month.” She replied, not taking her eyes off the parchment.

“Oh, come on, I want to get this right. You know that old bat hates me!”

“Oh, gee, I wonder why...”

“Well, yeah, but still.” He muttered, peeking over her shoulder at her homework.

“Liz?” He asked after a few moments. She made a noise to show that she was listening. “What’s with all the...touching?”

“The touching?” She asked in disgust, looking up. “What are you talking about?”

“You...and Sirius. In potions. You’re always...touching.” He muttered, turning slightly red.


“Oh for God’s sake, he’s always kissing your cheek and holding your hand, and do you guys realize that you sit about two inches away from each other. I mean, do you like him or not?”

She set down her quill, and turned her chair to face him completely. “You almost sound like you’re jealous.”

“SowhatifIam?”He asked quickly.


“I said, so what if I am? I admit it, I’m jealous. There. Happy?”

Liz gaped at him. “But, why?”

“Isn’t it obvious? I like you a hell of a lot. When I got here, you were the only one who really accepted me, and helped me fit in, and didn’t look at me like I’d just dropped in from outer space. And it just amazed me that this wonderful, caring, sweet, beautiful person wanted to talk to me. I was so afraid to come here, you have no idea, but you made it feel like home. I just want to make it up to you. And, I don’t know, will you go to Hogsmeade with me?” He blurted very fast.

Liz stared blankly at him for a long moment. Had he really asked what she thought he asked? She honestly didn’t know what to say.

What about Sirius? A voice in the back of her head whispered. What about him? Another voice snapped back. He’s had plenty of opportunity, and he’s never been the shy type. He obviously didn’t feel the same way about her. And no matter how she felt, she was not going to waste her time waiting for him.

She was still a bit confused.

Glancing at Nick, she saw that he looked adorably nervous and was still blushing furiously. He was nice, funny, and really needed people that cared about him in his life right now. And he had managed to pluck up the courage to ask her out, even though it didn’t look like it was too easy for him. Who knew, it might be for the best. And what could one date hurt, anyway?

He was now starting to look quite downcast.

“Yeah, I’ll go with you.” Liz whispered.

“That’s alright, I unders- what did you say?

“I said I’d go with you.” She repeated, giggling slightly. His eyes widened.

“Really?” He asked stupidly.

“Yes, really.” He grinned widely, and Liz could feel her cheeks growing hot. His grin was a lot like Siri...that other one’s.

“Awesome. You won’t regret it, I promise.” He kissed her on the forehead and practically skipped up the stairs. Liz heard him let out a whoop after he was out of sight. She giggled, a small smile on her face, and looked back at her homework.


Sirius was walking through the castle at about midnight, humming a Christmas carol. They had a very good Quidditch practice, and he had never seen his team play better.

He didn’t see how Slytherin would stand a chance, come the first match. He, Helena, and Jackie were scoring more goals than ever, and that was saying something. Ryan and Andrew rarely missed their mark, and David was performing extremely well. He also had lots of practice since he had to try to stop the three best chasers at Hogwarts. And Nicole caught the snitch so easily she looked horribly bored most of the time. With her record, they might not have time to score at all.

Afterwards, he had a detention with Filch that wasn’t quite as enjoyable. He really hated that trophy room with a passion. Honestly, how many times could the thing be cleaned? The school was bound to run out of polish soon.

He stifled a yawn as he gave the Fat Lady the password. He was hoping Liz would still be up, since he hadn’t seen her in a couple of hours. His incredible need to be around her scared him sometimes.

The common room wasn’t empty, but it’s only occupant definitely wasn’t who Sirius was hoping to run into.

His cousin was lying flat on his stomach in front of the fire, flicking chocolate frog wrappers into it’s depths. Sirius sighed, and went to sit down on a couch. Nick glanced at him curiously. This was as good of time as any.

“Look, I’m sorry.” He said quickly. “For giving you a hard time, and...” Nick jumped to his feet. He seemed to be in the best mood Sirius had seen him in so far.

“It’s alright man, no hard feelings?”

“Not at all.”


“Have you seen Liz?” Sirius asked, unable to control himself any longer.

“Oh, she went to bed about an hour ago.” He replied, a vague smile on his face. That was odd. Liz never went to bed at eleven o’clock.

“Oh, okay.” Silence. Not regular silence, uncomfortable silence. Nick seemed to be fighting with himself over something.

“Alright, since were trying to get along now, and the fact that you’re my cousin, I think you should...umm...” He started.

“Yes?” Sirius prompted.

“Well, let’s say, hypothetically, I asked Liz out, and she said yes. What do you think about that?” He blurted, turning red a second later.

Sirius closed his eyes, a horrible, sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. “We’re not talking hypothetically here, are we?”

“No, we’re not.” Nick admitted.

“It’s fine.” He lied. “Just please, don’t hurt her.”

Nick frowned. “What do you mean?”

“Don’t treat her badly, or toss her aside if something better comes along, or lie to her, or not appreciate her for the amazing person she is, because be warned, if you so much as make her shed one single tear, cousin or not, I will curse you so badly that you’ll literally be crawling for the rest of your miserable life.” This all came out before he even thought about it, let alone had a chance to stop it. He regretted his words immediately, for not only had he revealed his true feelings for Liz, but judging by the look on Nick’s face, had offended him as well.

“Do you honestly think I’d do that?” He snapped.

“I don’t know.” Sirius replied cooly. “I don’t know you, remember.”

“Well, did you curse yourself so badly that you’ll ‘literally be crawling for the rest of your miserable life’?” He asked viciously. Sirius winced. There was too much harsh truth in that to argue.

“How do I know you just don’t want a challenge?”

“I could ask the same thing about you. Oh, yes, I’ve heard all about your little escapades. Dating a different girl every two weeks, what makes Liz any different? Maybe you just want bragging rights, is that it?”

“Take that back.” Sirius growled, whipping out his wand. Nick pulled his out as well.

“Why? Hit a nerve?”

“Don’t you dare! I’m not going to stand here and let you talk like that!” He was quickly losing control. “You’re the one who wants bragging rights, you pig!”


“Yes, pig! Insulting my insults now? And Liz is...just different, okay?”

“How? How is she any different?”

“She’s like my sister! I just want to protect her!”

“Oh really? Well, out of the two of us, I’m the only one who hasn’t made her cry, so that makes me wonder who should be protecting her from whom.” Nick snapped.

Sirius didn’t bother with a comeback. He thought ‘fernunculus’, and flicked his wand. Nick blocked the spell easily, facing him fully now, with a look of deep concentration etched in his handsome features.

“Oh, you want to use wands now? Well, your wish is my command.”

And that is how the duel began. The two boys were rapidly sending spells at each other, diving behind furniture to avoid being hit. Different colored jets of light ricocheted off the walls, hitting whatever was in their path. Sirius was throwing anything he thought of at Nick, who looked almost bored. But that was probably just a clever bluff.

Wait, what are you doing? A voice in the back of his head whispered. He ignored it, but nothing about Sirius gave up easily. You can’t do this, you idiot. He’s your cousin! And you can’t duel in the common room, it’s stupid. Mum will murder us if she finds out.

Shut up! Another voice whispered.

Oh, great, now we’re talking to ourselves.

What? There’s only one of us, you dolt!

Oh, yeah...

He was now attempting to stun Nick. It wasn’t going well. Sirius had somehow managed to jump up on one of the tables, Nick standing on an upturned chair halfway across the room, and they were now hurling curses at each other with new-found gusto.

If McGonagall catches us...

He ignored his brain once again. He was beginning to get frustrated with the constant blocking. But if anything, he was becoming more determined by the second. They heard a loud shriek of surprise just as Sirius cast an extremely strong tickling charm and Nick cast an Inpediment jinx simultaneously. Sirius fell of the table with a loud crash, Nick keeled over laughing.

He looked up, paralyzed, to see something very scary. Scarier than McGonagall. Even scarier than his mum.

“WHAT THE HELL DO YOU TWO THINK YOU WERE DOING!” Liz shouted, glaring at them both with venom. Her father’s invisibility cloak was lying limply at her feet. Apparently, she had just came through the portrait hole. She looked terribly torn for a moment, glancing from Sirius, struggling against his invisible bonds, to Nick, who had turned blue from choking on his own laughter. She waved her wand vaguely in both their directions. The laughter stopped. So did the struggling.

“What if someone had been coming down the stairs? What if one of the spells hit them, huh? What if you were caught? You’ve totally ruined the common room. Bloody hell, you could have really injured each other. And all for what, you selfish, idiotic pigs! Well, I hope you’re happy!” Her voice broke and her eyes filled with tears, as she turned on her heel, grabbed the cloak, and ran up the stairs.

“Liz, wait, we can explain!” Nick yelled after her.

“Please, don’t be...” He heard a door slam loudly. “...mad.” The rest of his sentence trailed away.

He glanced at Nick, who folded his arms and leaned against a wall. “Well that settles it,” Sirius started, “were both pigs.”

Nick snorted glumly. “Yeah, and there goes my argument for never making her cry in the process.”

“I’m still one up on you.” Sirius reminded him.

“So are you going to curse me now?”

Sirius half smiled. “No, I guess not. And I guess I believe you when you say that you won’t hurt her.”

“I guess I believe you too.”


“Yeah...” He looked away thoughtfully for a moment, before looking back at him, grinning. “That was kind of awesome, really. You know, dueling in the common room.”

To both of their surprise, Sirius returned the grin. “Yeah, it was.”

(A/N: So, that’s interesting. Sirius acting like Gollum, interesting thought. The schizo thing is really fun to write though. So how many of you guys want to shoot me about now? Yell at me here. )


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Old January 14th, 2006, 6:02 am
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Re: Always Remember What You Can't Forget

Wow, I really can’t believe that I’m on the 18th chapter already.

Chapter 18: Do Your Quidditch

Breakfast the next morning was a properly awkward event. Liz sat five feet away from Nick and Sirius, determinately keeping her eyes on the table. They were both staring shamelessly at her, trying to catch her attention.

Sirius noticed vaguely that her eyes still looked a bit puffy.

“Look, man, we’ve got to do something.” Nick said a few minutes later. “We can’t just sit here and zone all morning.”

He sighed. “Come on, let’s go talk to her.”

They sat down on either side of her, and she quickly pretended to be absorbed in her charms book. Both boys reached for one of her hands, caught sight of what the other was doing, and dropped their own hands to their sides quickly.

“Umm...hi.” Nick started lamely.

“We’re really sorry, Liz.” Sirius intervened.

“We knew we were being stupid...”

“And we had a chat about it and everything last night.”

“We’re alright now...”

“And we don’t want you to be mad at us, since we owe you for making us come to our senses.”

Liz looked up at them, grinning in spite of herself. “That was really scary, you know.”

“What?” They both asked at the same time. She burst out laughing.

“That! The finishing each other’s sentences thing.”

“We do that too.” Sirius pointed out fairly.

“Yeah, but we’ve known each other our entire lives, you guys have just met. That’s why this fighting was so stupid. You two are far too alike.”

“Yeah, well, we know that now.” Sirius muttered.

“Just promise me that you’ll never do that again.” She snapped, then her tone softened. “You scared me.”

“Is that what was bothering you?” Nick asked gently.

“We weren’t really trying to hurt each other, you know.” Sirius tried assuring her.

“Yes, you were!” She contradicted. “You were hurling curses everywhere, and standing on things, and you could have gotten really hurt, and...” They exchanged horrified glances when her eyes filled with tears once again.

“Oh, please don’t cry...” Nick tried, patting her arm timidly. Sirius rolled his eyes and did the only think he knew would calm her down. He pulled her into his arms. She squirmed for a moment, then melted and let out a deep breath.

“Okay. I’m okay now.” She muttered into his shoulder. He didn’t do anything. “Sirius, you can let me go.”

“Sirius, you can let her go.” Nick said loudly.

Sirius shook his head, coming to his senses. “Oh, right, umm...” He let her go, patting her on the head awkwardly. “I’m going to go practice homework, or do my Quidditch, or something.” He looked confused for a moment, shrugged, then walked swiftly out of the hall.

“So...” Nick began. Liz tore her gaze away from Sirius’s retreating back to face him. “Umm...yeah.”

“Yeah what?” She asked.

“I don’t know.” He answered slowly.

“That’s helpful.”

“I was just wondering...are we still on for next Saturday?”

“Well, yeah. If you want to still be on, that is.”

“Alright, we’re on then. But you never did answer my question about Sirius.”

“That’s because there’s nothing to say.” She lied, quite convincingly. Well, she convinced him, at least. “We’re friends, that’s all.”

“Good, I’m glad.” He grinned. Liz couldn’t help smiling back.

“So, what do you want to do today? Practice homework or do your Quidditch?”

He laughed, “Do my Quidditch, definitely.”


Mira was once again sitting in Transfiguration, glancing curiously at the mousy-haired boy sitting beside her. She felt a bit guilty. He had sat next to her during every class they had together, yet she still didn’t know his name. She coughed to get his attention.

“We haven’t been properly introduced. I’m Mira Black.” She said, holding out her hand. He shook it.

“I’m Rob Creevey, nice to meet you.”

“Creevey...why does that sound familiar?”

“My father, Colin, he’s an auror. He...”

“...took part in the Final Battle.” She finished for him. “He led that troop of house elves that captured twelve Death Eaters just by binding them to each other, didn’t he?”

Rob looked quite surprised. “Yeah...”

She grinned. “I’m a total history buff. Read everything about any of the big wars, wizarding and muggle.”

“So how do you like Hogwarts so far?” He asked. She shrugged in response.


“Just okay?”

“Yeah, just okay. It’s nice, but I don’t have any friends, and I really miss my dad, and why am I telling you this?” She blurted.

“I don’t know.” Rob replied, startled. “I’m sure you’ll make friends, you’ve only been here for a little while. And I don’t know what to say about your father, besides I’m really sorry.”

“It’s alright.” She said quickly. “Thank you, though.”

“No problem.” Mira turned around just in time to see Nicole Potter give her a quick glare before returning to her work. She sighed, then turned back to Rob.

“You’re friends with her, aren’t you?” She asked, gesturing behind her.

“Who, Nicole?” Rob asked, and she nodded. “Yeah.”

“Do you know why she seems to hate me so much?”

“Oh, I think hate is too strong of a word...” He muttered vaguely.

“Just get to the point.”

“Okay, I don’t really know.” He half-lied. “Although I must say, I’ve never seen her not get along with anybody before you came along. It’s kind of scary.”

“Guess I’m just special like that, huh?” She joked half-heartedly. Rob was thinking back to a conversation he had been part of in the common room the other night, trying to figure out exactly why Nicole seemed to dislike Mira.

”Urgh, I just can’t stand her!” Nicole was shouting to the empty room Wednesday night. Early Thursday morning to be exact. Celeste was dosing in an armchair, and Rob was toasting bread by the fire. Nicole was pacing in a tight circle.

“Why?” Celeste yawned.

“She’s...she’s trouble, that’s why! I mean, she came here from Merlin knows where, and she knows how to do all these things we shouldn’t be learning until after O.W.L.’s, and...I swear I saw her conjure a teacup the other day. That’s not normal!”

“She seems nice enough to me.” Rob interjected. Nicole spun to face him with fire dancing in her emerald eyes. He gulped. He’d never really seen her in a real rant before.

“Oh, nice, is she? Nice? Nice and powerful don’t go hand and hand, Rob.”

“I’m just saying,” He began cautiously. He knew he was treading on thin ice. “I think you might be the tiniest bit jealous, that’s all.”

She closed her eyes tightly. Celeste was watching them with mild amazement. They never fought. “Why would I be jealous?”

“Oh, I dunno...because you’re...”

“I’m what?” She asked sweetly.

“You’re used to being the best!” He said quickly, then readied himself for the blow.

“Really?” Her voice was dangerously low. “I’ll have you know, that Nicole Lily Potter does NOT get jealous! Especially of HER!” She stormed up the stairs, and they heard her dormitory door slam. Rob gave Celeste an apologetic grin. The blonde grinned back.

“Jealous.” They said in unison.

“Hello, earth to Rob.” Mira was waving a hand in front of his face. “You in there.”

“Wha- yeah, I’m here.” He smiled wickedly at her. “We’ve all heard the rumors, but tell me. What’s America really like?”

Her smile widened. “This is gonna take a while.”


Over the next week, Sirius was proud to say that he was making an effort to make his cousins feel welcome. This was made harder by the fact that Nick and Liz had taken to holding hands in the hallway, but he was proud to say he hadn’t punched his lights out quite yet.

Not that he hadn’t fantasized about it a few times.

Now that was impulse control.

But the small, un-Liz-filled part of his brain had to admit that Nick was a good person. And that part of his brain was serving the dual purpose of keeping him sane as well.

He wandered into the common room late Friday night, and immediately saw Liz curled up in her favorite armchair, reading a letter. He leaned against the portrait hole, just watching the firelight dance across her face. She looked so perfect, sitting on her ankles and chewing on the end of a quill that she was twirling between her fingers. He had to regain his composure before he made his presence known.

After he trusted himself to speak, he made his way across the room and ruffled her hair, sitting on the couch beside the fire. “Hey stranger, haven’t seen you in a while.”

“What, since dinner?” She asked in reply, looking up from her letter to glance at him. “Not too long ago, I’d say.”

“Long to an insect.” He mumbled.

“Likening yourself to an insect now, I see.”

He stuck his tongue out at her, then said, “Well, are you going to leave me all alone over here in the dark? Come sit by me.” She rolled her eyes and got up, sitting gracefully beside him on the couch. “Who’s the letter from?”

“Phil. He said ‘hi’.” He edged closer to her under the pretense of reading the letter over her shoulder, but she just handed it to him, leaning back to rub her eyes. Feeling it would look a little out of place if he didn’t actually read it, he looked down at Phil Weasley’s untidy scrawl.

Dear Lizzie-kins,

So how are the Warty Hogs doing? It quite French here, I can’t wait to join you next summer. I’m dead sick of snails. Did you know that they serve them for breakfast? Anyway, I hope your studies are going well. (I sound like Mum.) Mine are magnificent as always. Although it’s a bit annoying that French schools are behind British ones, so I have to have extra lessons to prepare for O.W.L.’s. Why do you lot name your exams after animals, anyway? It’s a bit strange. Really.

My dear brothers are being prats as usual. Love them. Speaking of prats, how is Sirius? Tell him I said ‘hi’. So how many blokes does my dear cousin have wrapped around her little finger? And what is with Sirius’s cousins from America. Granddad tried to explain it to Mum through the fire, but he had to leave in the middle to go correct some crisis, or something. So we’re all hopelessly confused, as usual. I hate living so far away from everything. I’ll be so glad when we move. But at least I’m tri-lingual, that does have some perks. The ladies love it. In case you didn’t know, I’m quite the ladies man. Make sure you tell Longbottom that the next time you see her.

Speaking of Longbottom, did she get that package of dungbombs I sent her?

Guess where I am right now. No really, guess. I’m not going to tell you until you guess. Did you know that rotten brussel sprouts are almost as good as dungbombs? And no, you don’t want to know how I found that out. Just trust me. The dragons are hideous, as usual. Tell Hagrid that Norbert mated, and he’s going to be a father soon. Hagrid, a grandfather. Now that is scary.

I wish something interesting would happen.

Still wishing.

Well, I’d better go. Got to go see a man about a hippogriff. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.

With love,
the King of the Universe (more commonly known as Phil)

P.S. Don’t snog too many undeserving fools. If you do, I shall know. I am the smart one, after all.

P.P.S. Nothing, really, I just like doing this.

P.P.P.S. What do you want for Christmas?

“He is so strange.” Sirius remarked after finishing and handing the piece of parchment back to her.

“Yeah, he is.” She could feel his breath on the back of her neck. Her brain jammed. “So, how was your day?” Idiot.

He grinned in response. “Tiring. I think this workload is going to kill me.” His smile could send shivers down her spine. And she was supposed to like Nick, she agreed to go out with him, after all.

But you don’t. She whispered to herself.

She looked up into his glistening grey eyes, reflecting the firelight, and nodded, feeling incredibly stupid. Why did he have to look at her like that?

Sirius was having a furious internal battle for what seemed like the hundredth time that year. And it always had to do with the girl sitting in front of him right now. He didn’t really know whether she liked Nick or not. But he didn’t really know anything for sure when it came to her. But he did know that he’d deal with whatever she decided, because he wanted her to be happy more than anything else. He could deal. He could deal if he could only hold her one more time.

He yawned widely and laid down on the couch...taking Liz with him.

She squeaked, and he couldn’t hold back a laugh. She propped herself up on his chest to look at him, and asked, “What did you do that for?”

He grinned. “I’m tired, you’re tired. We’re taking a nap. Nothing wrong with that, is there?” Liz gave him an exasperated look. A nap at midnight, honestly. But a large part of her had absolutely no desire to move.

So she didn’t.

About five minutes later, Sirius wrapped a blanket around the both of them, and looked down at Liz to say goodnight. He found that she was already sound asleep. He chuckled, surprised at how tired she must have been.

Then he did something that, to the untrained observer, would come across as very foolish. But Sirius knew he was safe. Liz was the deepest sleeper in the whole of Europe. So he tilted her head upward and kissed her very lightly on the lips.

He thought he felt her stir for a moment, but she was as still as before an instance later. After brushing a lock of hair out of her face, he wrapped his arms tightly around her waist.

“Goodnight, Liz.”

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Old January 22nd, 2006, 4:37 am
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Re: Always Remember What You Can't Forget

Ah, here it is. The long awaited, or dreaded, Hogsmeade visit. Dun, dun, dun...

Chapter 19: That Made No Sense

When Liz woke up at three o’clock in the morning the next day, she wasn’t quite sure how she ended up asleep in Sirius’ arms. After she became accustomed to her surroundings, she let out a deep breath, thanking her lucky stars that no one had caught them. She quietly slipped away from Sirius and tip-toed towards the stairs. Looking back, she had to fight the urge to laugh. He looked as innocent as a baby, hugging the blanket closer to him and turning over in his sleep.

She honestly didn’t know what she had been thinking. What if someone had come downstairs and seen them? How would she have explained that?

Maybe you don’t want to have to explain it.

No, she couldn’t think like that.

Liz cringed when the door to her dormitory gave a loud squeak. To her surprise, she found that Marissa was up as well. The blonde looked up from where she was apparently playing exploding snap with herself, and raised her eyebrows. Liz knew she was in for a lecture.

“Well look who finally decided to join us.”

She smiled smugly. “Har har. Not a word.”

“Ah, do late nights make us touchy?” Marissa asked, smirking.

“And why are you still up?”

“I can’t sleep, but at least I’m in my dormitory. Enough chat, where were you?”

“I was in the common room.” She muttered vaguely.

“Mmmhmm, in the common room doing what?”

“My homework?”

“Ah, yes because you always stay up until three in the morning doing your homework on a Friday night.” Marissa snapped sarcastically. “Come on, even Christian could think up a better excuse than that. I’m not even positive he ever does his homework, actually. Probably just copies Sirius’s...”

It was a good thing the room was dimly lit, because Liz felt heat rise to her cheeks at the sound of the name.

“Well, you’re one to talk.” Liz said. “You’re up playing exploding snap with yourself. How many people do that?”

“I told you, I couldn’t sleep.” She whispered, looking down at the cards that were in danger of setting her bedclothes on fire.

“And why is that?” Liz pried.

She shrugged. “Nervous, I guess.”

Liz gave her a sympathetic look. “Don’t be nervous.”

Marissa threw down the card she was holding and glanced up at her. “I can’t help it! I don’t know why he even asked me out in the first place, and now I keep worrying that I’ll be too dull, or too fat, or to ugly...”

“Marissa, stop. Listen to me.” Liz commanded. “You’re anything but dull, you’re not fat, and you’re not remotely ugly. Ax likes you, anyone with eyes and most without them can figure that out. You talk to him everyday in the library, and this won’t be any different. Now I want you to get some sleep so you won’t have unsightly blemishes, and you can worry more tomorrow.”

“Well alright.” She replied reluctantly. “I guess I am a little tired.”

“Good. Don’t mind if I sleep some myself.”

“Liz?” Marissa asked as she switched off the light.

“Yeah?” Liz yawned.

“What am I going to wear?”


The next morning, Liz awoke to a loud rummaging at the foot of her bead, accompanied by a fluent stream of curse words. She rolled over to look at her clock. Quarter after six. Ridiculous hour, in her opinion.

“Marissa, what in creation are you doing?” She groaned groggily.

“Looking for something to wear!”

“Urgh.” She replied, then dragged herself to her feet. “I’m going to take an extremely long shower, and then I’ll help you. Until then, ummm, here. Read this.” She tossed her a tome-like book lying on her bedside table. Marissa stumbled slightly when catching it.

“What is it?”

“The Complete Guide to All Things Muggle. Enjoy.” She sang.

“You do realize...” Liz closed the door. “...that my mother’s a muggle, right?” She just rolled her eyes and flipped the book open. “Chapter One: Life Without a Wand...”

When Liz finally emerged from her shower, Marissa was laughing hysterically. “This is so dreadfully boring. And do you realize most of it’s wrong?”

She snatched the book back. “It was a gift!”

“From who?” She asked curiously.

“Three guesses.”

“Oh, your Grandad.” Liz nodded. “Alright, moving on, what am I wearing?”

“I don’t know, what do you want to wear?”

“I don’t know, what do I want to wear?”

“How am I supposed to know what you want to wear?” Liz asked in disbelief.

“I don’t know, how am I supposed to know how you’re supposed to know what I want to wear?” Marissa retorted.

“That made no sense.” Liz said after a moment.

“Yeah, it did if you think about it.”

A long while and many moments like this later, the girls were ready. Marissa was wearing a soft blue tank top under a white corduroy jacket, and dark blue jeans. Liz had opted for a comfortable, emerald, off-the-shoulder sweater, her hair down and lightly curled.

“Should we wake the dead?” Liz asked, gesturing to Angenette’s bed.

“Do you have any last words?” Marissa asked in response. Liz cracked an evil grin.

“Hang on.” She disappeared into the bathroom for a moment, then came out with a glass of cold water. “Get ready to run.”

She poured the water over Angenette’s head, and both girls bolted for the door as they heard a disgruntled scream. Giggling furiously, then sped down the stairs, and Liz ran smack into Sirius.

“Woa.” He said, catching her before she fell flat on her face. “Good morning ladies, what’s the rush?”

“Liz just poured cold water on Angenette’s head.”

“That’s horrible!” He exclaimed dramatically. Liz quirked an eyebrow at him, and he shrugged. “Come on, let’s go to breakfast.”

“Oh, I forgot something, I’ll be down later.” Marissa sighed, then resigned herself to facing her very disgruntled friend. Liz glanced at Sirius, trying to hide how awkward she felt.

“Oh, and thanks for leaving me in the common room alone last night.” Sirius said. Liz gulped. She had been hoping to avoid the subject. “Dobby was cleaning it. Do you know what a rude awakening, ‘Mister Sirius! Mister Sirius!’, is?”

Liz couldn’t help but giggle. “Awww, but you’ve got to love Dobby.”

“He jumped on me.” He whined, rubbing his side. Liz mocked a look of deep pity. “It’s not funny! Why so dressed up?” He added, glancing at her black skirt. He also noticed that she was wearing the locket he gave her.

“Umm, Hogsmeade?”

“Oh yeah...”

“Who are you going with?” She asked.

“Oh, I’m not sure.”

“You’re not sure? What are you going to do, pick up the first dateless girl you see?”

“That’s the plan, yes.” She rolled her eyes. “But you look really pretty, you know.”

“Thanks.” She blushed. “You look really pretty too.”

He shoved her shoulder playfully, then pulled her into a quick hug. “Have fun today. And if Nick’s not a gentleman, well, you know where to find me.” He punched his open palm with his fist, only half joking. Liz gave him a simpering smile and pushed him into the Great Hall.

Nick was already seated halfway down the Gryffindor table, looking around nervously. Liz sat down beside him, and Sirius across from them. “Good morning.” Liz said shyly, pouring herself a glass of pumpkin juice.

“Wow.” Nick stuttered in response. “You look great.”

“Thanks.” She smiled.

Sirius scowled. Fine, Liz, two can play that game. He began scouring the tables, his gaze landing on his fellow chaser, Jackie Fenmore, apparently alone. He grinned. That would work.

“Oi, Jackie!” He called down the table. Liz’s head snapped up. Excellent. Jackie looked up from the book she was reading, and smiled when she saw who had called her.


“Do you want to come to Hogsmeade with me?” She blushed slightly, but hid it well.

“Sure.” She called back casually.

“Good, it’s a date.” He winked at her, and she giggled. Sirius turned around to face the other pair, smiling smugly. Liz rolled her eyes at him, and he stuck his tongue out.

“Prat.” She muttered.

“Only if you made me so.” He responded.

“Too much effort.”

“Not enough time.” He agreed.

“Huh?” Nick interrupted. “That made no sense. Did that make sense to you?” He asked Liz.

“Not in the least.” She responded. He looked quite confused.

“Ummm...are you ready to go?” He asked finally.

Liz chuckled. “Yeah, sure.”

A few minutes later, they were walking down the sloping lawns to the gates of Hogmeade. Nick had a hold of Liz’s hand, and they were laughing loudly at Filch’s expense. The man was honestly mad, and he’d had a grudge against Liz ever since she and Sirius had escaped expulsion, and gotten away with just a detention. He had insisted on interrogating her on her specific intentions at Hogsmeade today. Nick was really going to get her in trouble one of these days.

“I can’t believe you told him we needed to find a coffin big enough to put a cat in.” Liz choked. “You’re lucky everyone in line was starting to complain, or you might have ended up dead yourself.”

“Oh, he adores me, really.” Nick promised. “So, where do you want to go first?”

She glanced at the street in front of her. “Hmmm, I don’t know. You’re the one who’s never been here before.”

“Yeah, and I don’t know what anything is, either.” He laughed.

She thought for a moment. “Do you want to meet my uncles?”

“Which ones?” He asked, bemused.

“Fred and George. They run Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes, it’s a joke shop. Their main branch is in Diagon Alley, but they have a small shop in Hogsmeade. They’ll both be here today since all the Hogwarts students will be too.”

“Sure, it’ll give me some idea of what to expect.” He grinned. Liz smiled and pulled him into an extremely crowded shop full of squealing Hogwarts students. She waved at Verity, her uncle’s secretary, and dragged a gawking Nick behind the counter and into the storeroom. Several people made noises of outrage.

“Are we allowed to do that?” Nick asked.

“Perks of being family.” Liz grinned.

Nick’s eyes went wide when he stepped into the magically expanded room, hundreds of products lined up on shelves, some old, some yet to be introduced. Liz, however, was peering between the aisles, looking for something besides merchandise.

“U-No-Poo?” Nick exclaimed, sounding a bit frightened. Liz snorted.

“One of our oldest inventions.” A voice said.

“But still one of our top sellers.” Another finished.

“Now, Liz, are you going to just stand there, or do we get a hug?” The first voice asked. She squealed, and hugged both her uncles in turn. George was eyeing Nick strangely.

“Are you going to introduce us to your friend here?” He asked.

“Oh yeah, sure.” She started. “This is Nick Black, you know, Sirius’s cousin from America. Nick, that’s my Uncle Fred, and that’s my Uncle George.”

“No, I’m George, he’s Fred.” One of them insisted.

“That old trick isn’t going to work on me, you know.”

“No, really, I’m George.”

“You have an ‘F’ on your shirt.”

“That stands for fantastic.” Liz rolled her eyes. “Okay, you’re right, I’m Fred. You can’t blame me for trying, though.”

George interrupted him, turning to Nick. “Ah, so this is the one we keep hearing about. Been wanting to meet you since you got here. And taking my young niece to Hogsmeade, I see.” He leaned down and said in a very dramatic stage whisper, “Have to watch out for that one. Vicious, she is.”

Liz hit him on the shoulder, and asked, “Don’t you have a business to run?”

“Ah, but you see, we’re the bosses. Trivial things like running the business are for people like Verity and our wives.”

“Aunt Katie and Aunt Angelina are here?”

“Katie is. Ange is back at ninety-three. Should be a slow day, so she can manage by herself.” Fred answered.

They stayed in the shop for a while longer, catching up on what was going on at home. Nick was buying quite a bit of merchandise, thoroughly enjoying the fact that Fred and George now gave family discounts. They were just about to leave when a pretty blonde woman with a flustered face ran into the storeroom, looking distressed.

“Georgie, we need twelve more...Liz!” She stopped mid-sentence as she caught sight of her.

“Twelve more cases of what, dear?” George asked.

“Extendible eyes. And might as well get a few ears while you’re at it.”

“I’ll take the shop and let you guys catch up. Come on, Fred.”

After introducing Nick to Katie, they chatted for a while before the shop got so busy that they needed all hands on deck. Afterwards, Nick and Liz decided to go and get a butterbeer at the Three Broomsticks.

When they entered the bustling pub, they waved at Ax and Marissa, who looked very cosy in a booth in the back. They also waved at Sirius. He and his date were laughing uproariously about something. Liz didn’t know Jackie that well, but she seemed like a very nice girl, and she and Sirius shared a mutual love of Quidditch. Still, she couldn’t fight back a small twinge of jealousy, noticing that the blonde looked very pretty in a yellow blouse, her shoulder-length hair curled and half up. Sirius had surely noticed.

Liz sat down in a booth while Nick left to get their drinks. She had to admit, she was having a wonderful time. Maybe she had been right when she thought that this could all work out for the best.

Nick handed her a glass, sitting down beside her and wrapping an arm around. She rested her head on his shoulder, sipping her drink. She eventually asked, “So, how’d you like your first experience with the Weasley family?” She saw Sirius and Jackie leave out of the corner of her eye.

He smiled. “Loved it. I’ve always wanted a big family. It’s been just me, Mira, and Dad for so long. So, tell me about the rest of them.”

“Hmmm. Well, there’s Uncle Ron and Aunt Hermione. They were my Dad’s best friends when they were at school, and they bicker constantly still. Hermione is this really rule abiding person, and Ron’s an auror, but he doesn’t take anything seriously. They’re Arthur’s parents. They also have a completely wild four year old named Jane, who is incapable of sitting down. She’s the only child in our family who I refuse to babysit.

“Then we have Bill and Fleur, Renee’s parents. Bill is really cool, he’s a curse breaker for Gringotts, he knows Gobbledegook, he has an earring, things like that. Fleur’s really French, but she’s the best cook, next to Grandmom, of course. And she has an amazing sense of style, so it’s really fun to go shopping with her. Uncle Percy’s kind of annoying, to tell you the truth. He boasts about everything, and he’s always really formal with everyone. But Mum says he’s always been like that. I think he just needs a girlfriend, but...” Her voice trailed off as Nick laughed. When he was finished, he urged her to continue.

“We barely ever see Charlie and Leslie, but I always look forward to their visits. Charlie always has amazing stories about the dragons he helps with in Romania, and Leslie’s basically good at anything. She and Hermione are the two smartest people I have ever met. They have six boys. The oldest, Phil, is absolutely crazy. Wait until you meet him, you’ll be scared.

“Now, Neville and Luna aren’t really related to me, but they’re as good as family. That’s Lynn and Celeste’s parents, by the way. Neville forgets things constantly, but he’s the sweetest person and the best Herbology teacher. He’s only reason I’m still taking that subject, as a matter of fact. Aunt Luna, I absolutely adore talking to her. She and her father are the editor of the Quibbler, and she has all these wild theories and ideas. But she’s always positive, no matter what.

“Now, who am I forgetting? Oh, duh, Remus and Tonks. They’re probably who you really want to hear about, right?” He nodded. “They are honestly the best. Tonks is co-head of the auror department, and a metamorphagus, so she’s really fun. She used to have pink hair, but she’s toned it down a bit. She always pretends to be angry with Sirius when he causes trouble, but she’s really quite proud of him. We live two houses down from them, so she always used to give me and Sirius ice cream and chocolate before dinner and let us stay up late when we were young. I loved going over there. Uncle Remus is absolutely the best person to talk to. He’s so easy going, and once you get him talking, he can go on for hours. He’s really smart too, and he has a wicked sense of humor. And we couldn’t ask for a better Defense teacher. You’ll love it here, I promise.”

“So, you and Sirius grew up together?” He asked. She wondered vaguely why he had chosen to ask this.

“Yes, basically from the beginning. I’m a day older than him, so I like to think I at least had a few moments of peace in my early life.” He laughed.

“So, what about your parents?” He asked.

“Oh! I forgot about them.” She laughed. “I honestly could not have asked for better parents. My Mum is the most caring human being on the planet. She’s the tough one when she has to be, but she’s my best friend the rest of the time. And she loves her family more than anything. Now, my Dad... You’d think being Harry Potter and all, he’d be mature and wise beyond his years, and all that, but he’s really just a big kid himself. He’s the best. He’s an auror as well, but he always has time for us no matter what...” She stopped as she saw Nick was avoiding her gaze. “I’m sorry, I’m making you uncomfortable, aren’t I?”

“No, I asked. It’s just, I still can’t quite believe he’s really gone.” He whispered, almost to himself.

“Oh, Nick, I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have said all that, and now I made you think about it, and...” He placed a finger on her lips to stop her babbling. He seemed to be drawing closer to her. She realized that she didn’t really think she would mind if he kissed her.

He did kiss her. And she was right.

She didn’t mind at all.

Well, there you have it.
I feel violence coming.
Don’t be too mean to me,
I’m delicate, lolz.
Hey, did you know that
Gobbledegook is actually
a word? Hehe!


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Old January 29th, 2006, 5:26 am
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Re: Always Remember What You Can't Forget

Here’s the lovely next chapter...

Chapter 20: A Farewell to Sanity

This was a new personal low for Sirius. He was moping. Sirius didn’t mope. It just wasn’t him. But here he was, sitting alone in his dormitory on a perfectly good Sunday, moping.

“Liz, what have you done to me?” he asked out loud. His reason for moping had become painfully obvious at the Halloween feast last night. After spending a very enjoyable day in Hogsmeade with Jackie, he had returned hoping to find out that Liz’s date with Nick had not gone well. Unfortunately, this was not the case.

They were sitting together at the Gryffindor table, Nick’s arm firmly around Liz’s waist. Sirius was discretely spying on them from his place five feet away. However, after he saw Nick kiss her lightly, he got so frustrated that he left the feast early. Once back in the safety of his dormitory, he had pretended to be asleep when the rest of the boys came back, and only got up when they had left for breakfast. He was doing very well with his plan to avoid everyone.

That was until the last person he wanted to see walked in on his pity party.

Nick was grinning from ear to ear, and greeted Sirius cheerfully, apparently not noticing his cousin’s brooding mood. Sirius decided to play along. After all, he had to see if Nick was even close to being good enough for Liz.

“Hey,” he said. Nick was rummaging in his trunk for a piece of parchment. After he found it, he flopped down on his bed, and uncorked a bottle of ink. “Who are you writing to?” Sirius asked.

“Myself,” Nick replied, laughing. “I’m writing myself a reminder, I’ll forget what I have to do this week if I don’t.” Sirius found this odd, since Nick didn’t seem to be the forgetful type.

“Can I ask you a question?” He’d been wondering for a very long time. The other boy nodded. “How is it that you’re so good at magic? I mean, when we had that duel, you didn’t even seem to be trying.”

Nick laughed. “Of course I was trying, if I wasn’t it wouldn’t have been much of a duel. I’m just a good actor.” When he made this last comment, his voice darkened considerably.

“And why is that?”

“What’s with the interrogation?”

“Liz is my best friend. It’s my duty to make sure the people she dates are good enough for her. Answer the question or I may just decide that you’re not. You do like the use of both your legs, don’t you?”

Nick sighed. “Fine, you win. I’m a good actor because I couldn’t use my real name when I met people in America. You may think you’re talking to Copernicus Black, but you’re also talking to Christopher Barnes.”

The only thing Sirius could bring himself to say was, “Same initials.”

“Yeah, we used the same initials just incase. Mira was Maureen, which she absolutely hated, my father was Roger, and my mother was Rita when she was still alive. Dad was still technically a war criminal, and we didn’t know how serious the Ministry was about rounding up former Death Eaters. Dumbledore wasn’t around to vouch for him anymore. We had no choice.”

“Oh, wow,” Sirius muttered. He couldn’t imagine having to live like that. “Did you have friends? I mean, I know you were home schooled, but...”

“We knew people our own age, hung out with them sometimes, things like that. I took an obscure girl to the movies once in a while. But we could never get close to anyone, because it was too hard to keep lying to them.”

“Oh man, I’m really...”

“Don’t you dare say you’re sorry, because you have nothing to be sorry for. It’s good that you care about Liz enough to confront me.”

You have no idea... Sirius thought.

“I am sorry you had to live like that, though,” he murmured. Nick’s eyes darkened.

“After Dad died, and I found out we were moving back here, I was relieved. I felt so guilty about it, but I was just so unexplainably happy that I didn’t have to lie anymore.”

“I understand that,” Sirius assured him. And he did understand. He’d have been relieved too.


“What about Mira?” he asked. “I overheard Nicole talking about her. She said that she can do non-verbal spells already.”

“She’s a Auctoritus.” He smiled at Sirius’s perplexed faced. “It means she was born with the natural ability to do magic. It’s a real pain sometimes. Every time she got angry when she was little, and that happened a lot, things would spontaneously explode. The first spell I ever learned was ‘reparo’, because I watched Dad do it so many times.” Sirius laughed, then Nick asked, “Can you keep a secret?”

“Yeah,” he answered sincerely.

“That’s the reason my mother died giving birth to Mira. An unexplained surge of electricity stopped her heart. That’s what the muggle doctors thought, anyway. I did some research later, and found that witches who give birth to Auctoriti rarely live. Mira doesn’t know what she is, and she never will. The truth would tear her apart.”

Sirius didn’t think he’d ever been so appalled in his life. “I won’t say a word.”

“Good,” he half-grinned. “So, did I pass inspection?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I believe you did.”


Sirius had chosen to spend the rest of his day in his empty dormitory, not really being in the mood for people. He couldn’t quite believe what he was doing. He was actually reading Hogwarts: A History. Liz had been shocked speechless when he’d asked to borrow her copy, but she was always saying that it was an excellent read. He was even more shocked when he found out he was enjoying it.

The door opened and closed, but he ignored it. Until he looked up to find Renee Weasley standing at the foot of his bed with her hands on her hips.

“I don’t know what to ask first,” he started. “What are you doing in Gryffindor Tower, or what are you doing in my dormitory?”

“Oh, I think you know why I’m here,” she answered smugly.

“I don’t like you like that, Renee.” The blonde rolled her eyes.

“Oh, you are such a prat! I don’t even see why Liz...” she stopped short, closing her mouth quickly.

“You don’t see why Liz what?” he asked, his heart pounding furiously.

“Why Liz puts up with you,” she finished. His face fell.

“Oh. Shouldn’t you be doing something Head Girl-ish?”

“Nah, I have my prefect minions doing all the work.”

“You still haven’t told me what you’re doing up here.”

She sat down on Nick’s bed, idly reading his to-do list. Then she said, “I saw you with your blonde yesterday. How’d that go?”

“I’ll have you know that Jackie is delightful,” he muttered.

“But she’s not Liz,” she said, laughing.

“No,” he answered, looking down. “She’s not. And no one ever will be.”

Renee stopped laughing, her eyes going wide. “Oh my God.”

“What?” he snapped.

“Oh my God!” She jumped up. “Oh my God, you love her!”

“Oh, I’d call it more infatuation...” he tried desperately.

“You’re in denial. You’re in denial,” she said in a sing-song voice.

“I’m not in denial...” he started.

“Oh yes you are, you’re in denial,” she mocked.

“Shut up, Renee, it’s not bloody funny!” he shouted. She looked mildly shocked.

“Alright, I’m sorry, I didn’t know you were that touchy. I’m leaving now. Take a nap. You’ve gone insane, or something.”

She walked out, slamming the door behind her. Now he felt guilty for snapping at Renee on top of everything else. He started organizing his trunk to distract himself, but only managed to find something that made him feel worse. At the very bottom was a crinkled piece of parchment with his handwriting on it.

“Operation Make Liz Fall In Love With Me,” he read out loud. “What a joke.” He lit the tip of his wand on fire, and touched it to the corner of the parchment, dropping it out of his window.

“Goodbye sanity, it’s been fun. Won’t be needing you anymore.”


Marissa looked up from the book she was reading to see Renee Weasley stomp down from the boy’s dormitory, and through the common room. Ravenclaw, Head Girl, Renee Weasley.

“What in Godric’s name...” she muttered to herself.

“Do I want to know?” a voice behind her asked. She turned to see Christian leaning on the couch she was sitting on. Landen had already sat down beside her.

“I don’t think so,” she answered. “I certainly don’t. Did you two need something?”

“Well Miss Davies, you see, we haven’t had a chance to speak to you in a while,” Landen said.

“Or should we call you Mrs. Malfoy?” Christian asked smartly. Marissa went a brilliant shade of red.

“Hmm, Marissa Malfoy, I don’t think that really sounds too good...” Landen pretended to think about it. “What’s your middle name?”


“Well, that’s hardly fair, we’d be here forever. Especially if it’s something really obscure, like Adoncia or something. It’s not Adoncia, is it?”

“Marissa Adoncia Davies? No.”

“Marissa Adoncia Malfoy, actually,” Christian contradicted.

“Hey, that doesn’t sound half bad!” Landen exclaimed.

“Besides annoying me, was there another reason you came over here?” she asked.

“Yes,” Landen answered seriously. “We need to talk about our Quidditch prank. Have you practiced the spell yet?”

“How am I supposed to practice it?” she snapped. It’s not like she could just give random people tattoos across their forehead whenever she wanted.

“You’re a clever girl, you’ll figure it out,” Christian said cheerfully. “Of course, if you were so clever, you wouldn’t be dating Malfoy...” She smacked him on the arm.

“Oh, would you leave him alone! Is your goal in life to drive me absolutely crazy?” They really were driving her crazy.

“What are friends for?” he asked. Sirius stomped loudly down the stairs, cursing everyone from the Prime Minister to the giant squid, and slammed the portrait hole with such force that the Fat Lady squawked loudly. Marissa burst out laughing.

“What?” Both boys asked in unison, bemused.

“Nothing, he’s just so stupid!” she shrieked. They looked terribly confused now.

“Girls...” Landen muttered to Christian. The other nodded vigorously.


Liz was doing patrols with Ax on Sunday night, as their prefectly duties entailed. She was also glad to get a chance to ask him how his Hogsmeade trip had gone. Marissa had been dreadfully illusive, although she had gathered that it had gone well by the grin permanently fixed on her face. She thought she might have better luck dragging details out of Ax.

“So, how was Hogsmeade?” she asked innocently. He immediately blushed profusely. “You don’t have to be embarrassed, you know.”

“It was fine,” he answered, causing her to groan.

“Urgh, I want details! Abraxas...”

“Alright, just don’t finish the name! Why I had to be named after dead, fanatical, pureblood obsessed Death Eaters is beyond me.” Liz coughed. “Okay! Well, we had a wonderful time, actually. We did all the normal Hogsmeade-y things. We even went into Madam Puddifoot’s, although we both agreed that it’s horrible. ‘Like walking into a florescent pink torture chamber,’ were Marissa’s exact words. Then we went to the Three Broomsticks, waved at you, and went back to school. We would have said goodbye, but you were a bit busy. Now, was that worth all the pestering?”

“Not really,” she answered. “You’re still being dreadfully vague about it.”

“Well, what do you want, a written report?”

“That would be nice, actually. I’ll be expecting something by Wednesday, eh?”

“You can’t be serious,” he grumbled, shaking his head.

“No, actually, I’m not. Sirius only wishes he could look this good.”

He looked confused for a moment, then said, “You did not actually just make a pun out of Lupin’s name, did you?”

“Yes, as a matter of fact I did,” she responded, grinning cheekily at him.

“Speaking of which...”

“What, puns?” she asked stupidly. He rolled his eyes.

“No, Lupin. What’s with the sudden interest in Black?”

“Well, of course it’s sudden Ax, he only just got here a few weeks ago. But if you must know, I’m quite fond of him.”

“You’re quite fond of him?” She nodded. “You make him sound like a type of pudding, Liz.”

“I do not! Well, what do you want me to say?”

“You never answered my question,” he pointed out.

“You never asked a question.”

“What about Lupin?”

“What about him? He’s my best friend, that’s not going to change just because I’m dating his cousin.”

“Ah, your best friend. And he feels the exact same way about you? You’re his best friend and all.”

“Yeah. We’re just friends,” she assured herself as well as him. He grinned.

“You can be really stupid sometimes, you know that?” he told her bluntly.

“Excuse me, but I happen...” She was interrupted by a loud giggle coming from a broom closet on her left. She rolled her eyes, and motioned for Ax to step behind her. She was in a vindictive mood, and busting a couple out of bed seemed like a good idea. She threw open the closet and started her speech.

“I am a prefect, and you are both out of bed past...SIRIUS?” And sure enough, it was. Her ‘best friend’ seemed to be very involved with a Hufflepuff seventh year, who was now giggling at being interrupted in their escapades.

“Umm, hi Liz,” he answered, grinning sheepishly.

She closed her eyes and said through gritted teeth, “Get back to your dormitories and stay there.” The girl ran off, giggling madly. Liz suspected that she had the I.Q. of a tree frog, but decided that it wasn’t her place to point that fact out.

“Liz, I can explain...”

“Save it, Sirius. Just go back to Gryffindor Tower, please.” She was trying desperately to keep her voice level.

“But I...”

“Go!” she shouted, before taking a deep breath. “We’ll talk about this later, okay?”

He hesitated. “Okay. But we’re talking later.” After he left, Liz turned to find Ax with his mouth already open.

“Not a bloody word,” she warned. He shut his mouth quickly, and they continued their rounds in silence.

He can kiss whoever he wants, that annoying little voice in her head whispered. You did.

Ah, and we have one
of my oh-so-sucky
informative chapters.
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