A/n: So this is basically a story centering an OC, she's in her seventh year at Hogwarts. In the hp-World we're in book Three, so Harry's also at Hogwarts but in his Third Year. There is some teacher/student stuff in here, so if you don't like, don't read. It's not written as if it was just a normal relationship, quite the contrary, the story's also about the struggles people in such a delicate relationship have to go through.

Loads of humor, and bit of romance (more in the later chapters, now's more an introduction and basically a mix of all stupid things the character goes through).

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Disclaimer: All places, characters, plots and names you recognize aren't mine but property of JKRowling.. The OC's, the plot and other invented things are mine.

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Week One

Wednesday, 1st September 1993.

I'm just a girl, I'm nothing special. I'm not highly intelligent, courageous, sweet or even cunning, though that's exactly what my house is known for. Nor am I the main character of a prophesy. I'm not a quidditch star, neither a duelling expert nor a healing mistress. If someone asked about the amount of boys I've had I can only answer: a few, but even that's a lie. I've never had any relations with guys, some had interest, but I didn't feel the same way towards them so decided not to engage myself. I'm not bi or homosexual either.

When people say I'm a little clumsy, I laugh at them and hit something and fall to the ground excusing myself to the object, because that's an understatement, I'm not just a little clumsy. I used to know a girl with the same clumsiness, Nymphadora Tonks she was called. We were good friends until she graduated, three years ago. We promised to keep contact but the owls that used to be rare after two months are only being sent for events like Birthdays, Christmas and New Year now, because I'm too lazy to write.

In contradiction to Tonks, who was a metamorphmagus, I have no special skills or talents whatsoever. My looks aren't special either: I'm a well developed young woman of 18, witch, about to start her seventh and last year at Hogwarts.

My worst classes? About all of them. Best…I used to be good at Divination, but with someone like Trelawney as a teacher I kept on failing even though my predictions were true. I'm not a seer though.

My dream career? I used to wish I could become a healer just like my grandfather, but start realizing I should go looking for something else.

I failed my history of Magic owl and I'm currently taking Charms, Herbology, Potions, Transfiguration and Defence Against the Dark Arts NEWT levels. Talking about the last, we should normally get a new teacher, our previous one, Gilderoy Lockhart, didn't last more than a year, just like for the one before him, Quirrel, the post seems to be cursed.

One of my least favourite things to do…Being on Platform Nine and Three Quarters, hopelessly seeking for some known face, and actually, that's what I'm currently doing...

The steaming engine stands still on the rails, the Hogwarts Express has always drawn my admiration with its fiery red and proud look, never has it failed to impress the observing ones. But right at the moment I have other things on my mind. As I move forward to the train, my trunk wobbling behind me, I have only attention for the people around me. Desperately I look from face to face in an attempt to recognize someone's traits, a friend or even just acquaintance, anyone is good as long as I'm not alone in the midst of an immense crowd of crying, shrieking and overjoyed youngsters.

Deciding to have a look at the different compartments in the train I almost stumble, or better, fall over a first year.

"Can't you watch out!" I don't even try and answer to that. Giving the midget a stern look I pass him by and step onto the train. These kids nowadays, I wonder were they got their education, I suppose in a free packet of Bertie Botts, really they have no respect anymore, I certainly wouldn't have dared reacting like that to a seventh year student, really, it's despairing.

I keep thinking about the previous situation when my attention is drawn to something. As I had a glimpse through a compartment door, my eyes got adverted to look through it's windows to catch a glimpse of someone on the platform, and not just someone. Well not recognizing her would be so very wrong from me. Plus that girl is not the sort of person you can look next to. Her head kind of bobbles out of the crowd, high above the towers of 'little' kids we have to deal with nowadays, wondering just what their mums gave them to feed on. And if you don't recognize the girl because of this it's most certainly for she takes two seats instead of one. Earlier I would have added 'the trail of waist long brown hair dangling from her head', but to my surprise she has cut it off to a more stylish and short hairstyle. True to be told, I could have recognized Melaina Parcher out of a thousand people.

Getting a grip of my highly evasive thoughts I sprint through the small and luckily only slightly crowded corridor and jump out of the train, my faithful trunk following me through the adventure.

"Millie!!" Waving madly at her I feel my body getting out of balance and collapsing against some highly towering body.

"Oy, Liz, I'd never thought you'd miss our dear brother to that point!"

"George-" I say stupidly as if it was some new kind of greeting or even as if it meant something.

"Don't worry thought, he'll be all yours if you want to-" And that must be twin number two, Fred.

"-just ask us and we'll get his girlfriend out of the way." George, again, grins down at me and for a moment I'm so jealous for he is younger, yet taller, that I'm not even listening to whatever the twins are saying to me.

Old Perce seemingly was listening as a nice red colour matching his hair just fine appears on both his cheeks. "Stop it, both of you, I-" He starts with his 'stick-up-the-bottom' tone as I like to call it.

"Yes we know you're big headed boy Perce." retorts Fred, winking at me. Well that was some news I kind of had figured out since last year.

"Fred, George, come and say goodbye! Oh hello dear, I suppose you're Hope Finry, you're in Percy's year right?" says a plump lady who seems to be Mrs. Weasley.

I nod and smile down at her before clarifying. "But call me Elizabeth, it's my second name, Mrs Weasley." Yes, I hate my name, that's why I always use my second one.

"It's been a pleasure to meet you, I guess we'll see each other!" replies Mrs. Weasley politely before turning back to her innumerable sons.

"Hi, I didn't know you were close to these…" A voice that I directly recognize says behind me snatching me back to planet earth.

"I'm not…But, hi how are you doing Millie, it's so great to see you again!!" And upon seeing her again from close I realize she's grown, well at least she'll be able to shade me away from the sun even better now.

"I know, two months is such a long time!! So much has happened!" As she opens her mouth to start her tales of far away countries and aboriginal cultures we hear a whistle shouting onto the platform indicating us the train is soon to leave.

"We'd better get on the train." Mill comments uselessly, shouting because of the sudden uproar the whistle has caused, but I nod nonetheless.

"Ready for our very last start of year?" I yell in her ear barely hearing myself over the crowd.

"After you!" And at the count of two, we both step onto the train for our very last ride from Platform Nine and Three Quarters to Hogwarts, and therefore our very last year, if we don't fail at least…

As the sight of people pressing their way through the small corridors meets us, we decide to go looking for a compartment ourselves. This will prove to be very hard, seemingly this year brought up a lot of first years which leaves us with a lack of compartments, but as we are both last years and Slytherins it shouldn't be all too bad.

"Get out of here will you!" "Next door…" "Yep" "Occupied." "Carry on." "Sor…oh hi! There's still room over here Millie." I shout behind me to what's supposed to be my best friend but I soon discover is actually a quite shy looking second year who is looking wide eyed at me.

"I'm here." A sound rises from my left. "Can't we go searching for something else?" she adds giving me a pleading look.

"Oh don't be silly, nowhere else's free, plus these are our friends." I emphasize the last word sending a warning look her way knowing all too well how fast something could go wrong when Millie was around these 'friends'.

"Right…friends…" She answers grimly with a monotonous voice, entering the compartment nonetheless.

I hurry to sit in the middle of Eva or Eve Cavendish, and Elizabeth Butler, commonly called Eliza. Both girls are rather nice, even if they are a little bit too superficial (for Eve) and a little too tight on rules and studies (for Eliza).

Melaina goes to sit next to Rosheen Brannigan, who prefers to be called Rose for some reason, although the rose as a flower has nothing in common with her rough features and manners. Rose is the kind of girl who likes to make a complete dramatic story out of a little useless thing and then drum it in your ears every time she sees you. She's sure she has a superb social life and loads of friends and thinks this gives her the right to boss everyone around and be rough with you. It's only normal for some normal mortal person to accept all her snide remarks and bow for her each time you see her.

Melaina doesn't like them, she has settled that early on and the feeling is shared. I never knew just who started the hate feelings, but when I got to know them better they already hated each other. Not to mention that the three girls never understood, and still don't, just why I started to spend my time hanging out with Milly. When they ask me I mostly think to myself: 'Because she's not full of herself, not bothering me with stupid things each and every time and neither taking the role of adoptive mother.' But I mostly simply answer: She's my best friend. If I had the misfortune to let my thoughts slip I'm afraid life at Hogwarts would be a little hard to live…ah well, I could always tell them at the end of this year, then again, I might need them one of these future days, after all, Rose has put it in her head to become a healer…and since that's my dream career…

I suppose anybody hearing me would wonder just what I'm still doing with these three girls if I don't even like them. The answer's simple, though hard to give. At Hogwarts, and more like at Slytherin, there is a certain hierarchy, and with this I don't mean a headmaster/teacher/student one, I mean a hierarchy between the students, amongst them. In Slytherin you have the winners and the losers. The winners are the famous ones, the ones who have some kind of power, they can say it all, they have authority. Next to this you have the normal people, they're mostly the slaves of the famous elite. And then you have a small group of loners or duo's who are trying to survive, I highly respect them, for one has to be very strong to survive being alone and still independent.

Melaina is one of the last groups, she's the kind of person who rather be alone than in bad company, and yet doesn't let anyone boss her around. But I'm not strong, I'm like the sort of person who doesn't like to be all alone, because she feels like she's a loser then. It's sad I know.

Rose is a quidditch player, Eliza has high notes, which perfect to get good grades yourself, kind of a free personal tutor and Eve is the sort of person every boy wants to have, which is perfect for connection at Hogwarts. So being close to them brings me just above the level of slave. But I also have my add of power to the group, I'm a proud prefect indeed.

There's a big silence until Rose segues random subject after random subject boring us all. Finally after about ten minutes that seemed to last for hours and in which I checked my watch thirty times thinking it had to be broke, I decide to stand up to head to the front carriage for the prefect gathering. I do feel a bit bad for leaving Melaina alone with such girls, but after all there's nothing else to it. Now come to think of it, I don't understand why I've been appointed prefect. Maybe Eve's a bit stupid and shy to take the job, and Rose is way too busy with her quidditch already, but really, Eliza could've taken the job quite easily. Anyone in his right mind would have chosen the studious Eliza, but that's were it hits, Dumbledore's not the sort of guy in his right mind.

After half an hour of talking I'm rather happy with the planning we've set up, I have duties only the Saturdays, that's the sucky part, and the Tuesdays. Before going back to our compartment I decide to just make one little round around the train matter of staying my 'responsible' self. Translation: Percy Weasley bullied me into doing so, ah really, making him Headboy is not good for Hogwarts students, perfect for teachers though.

I finally reach the last compartment, my duty's simple, I open each compartment to look in and give each person inside an evil 'I'm watching you!' look to make sure they understand they'd better not mess up with the rules, here and there I add an order like 'you should get into your robes, we're nearing Hogwarts' just to prove myself I still have some authority after that little accident with the snotty, I'm sure he'll be in Gryffindor, he had all the traits for that house at least.

But something's wrong with the compartment, there's someone inside, not a student. I open it up and ask the person closest to the door, a bossy girl with bushy hair, who the guy is.

"Professor RJ Lupin, it's written on his suitcase, he's sleeping." She answers as if it's the most logical thing to always look on someone's suitcase for further introduction. With some further inspection I recognize her, she's Potty's friend, and yes there he is in the compartment too, sitting next to the Weasley, Weasel for the rest of the Slytherins, but I respect the Weasley family, since they respect me. I reserve the Weasel title for freckled-faced Perce who put me up with the dirty job he didn't want to do, I bet he's up there in the front compartment snogging the head girl, Clearwater.

Anyway, the guy must be a new teacher for the dark arts. I'd have liked to see his face, but never tickle a sleeping dragon as they say plus I'm sure he must be some old guy, so I decide to leave without further ado to join Melaina and my oh so dear friends.

Everyone seems a little shaken as they get out of the train, well the contrary would surprise me, after all we had just a nice visit from the Dementors. I still don't understand how they've been allowed in here. Rose had just been telling about Sirius Black's escape when they entered occasioning much uproar in each mind. They soon left luckily and as we are about to climb into some carriage we're already starting to relax a little. Rose just joined some fellow Slytherins boasting about, saying she wasn't scared a second and that she repelled them with a simple hex. The truth is somewhat different, she had been sobbing slightly and I was the one who repelled them with a patronus, hex I learned form my dad. But Rose's too proud to ever admit that piece of information and I'm too considerate and nice to slightly point it out for this time. (In short: I'm too lazy and don't really care)

We find an empty carriage, yep one for us alone at last, was about time to be alone, we haven't even be able to ask each other how our respective holidays had been like. As I am about to close the door suddenly something holds me from doing so, a hand, attached to the body of the professor I'd seen sleeping in the last compartment only that he's not the old ragged guy I'd taken him to be, but a rather young and nice looking man.

"May I sit in here?" He asks and we both nod, wide eyed, as he takes place in the carriage…well seems like tales of holidays adventures will have to wait a little longer. For now I should try not to blush too obviously…will be hard.

The carriage is about to start when the door opens again to reveal none other than Brittany Towers. Just some clarifications here, I hate the girl. She's a Ravenclaw, something I don't understand because she's utterly stupid. Second thing is that she thinks we're friends.

She greets me brightly as if we actually know each other closely, I don't even want to be seen with her in public, let alone with a teacher, he might think we're close or even ugh, friends. Let's hope he has a politic of separating friends then.

If she hadn't been there no word would have been spoken all through the ride, I would just have kept my eyes on the view of the castle by night, outside. But another thing about that girl is that she can never shut her mouth, she just feels as if conversation is always needed, some capital thing people can't live without.

"Scary things, eh, those dementors?" She starts regardless of the fact that there's an unknown teacher in the same carriage, seemingly she's above that, all my hopes fading away... I on the counter side, I'm not, so just decide to shrug and keep my eyes on the picture outside. Melaina must be doing the same, I don't really know, and wouldn't dare checking it out for myself.

Instead of getting the signal, the girl keeps blabbering though. "Have you heard about Harry Potter, he fainted from what I've heard!" With that she let out a giggle that makes goosebumps rise up on my skin, she sounds like some sort of chicken when she does that and chickens are scary things, just like ducks, only ducks are scarier.

"Only normal, seeing what he's been through." I respond casually, well one day or another you have to answer to those sorts of people, and I wouldn't let her laugh with anyone, that would satisfy her too much. As I'd thought, she doesn't understand and asks what I mean, she really makes a great Ravenclaw. "He lost his parents after all." I respond a little lower wanting nothing more than silence in the carriage and this way I hope against all hopes that the new teacher might not hear. I hate being overheard by teachers, something about them invading students' privacy.

"Ah please, everyone's all around him as if he's still a baby! And he was what, one year old, when it happened, you can't remember things as a baby before you reach your sixth year." She goes on playing with my patience, can't she just understand the very sound of her voice makes me cringe? Seemingly not.

"Ow yea? How comes I still have remembrances of my first days of muggle school when I was just two. Maybe I've imagined it all after all, who knows." I retort trying not to let the sarcasm dripple through my statement too much, she doesn't understand sarcasm anyway, which is very irritating, it's one of Slytherin's strongest features and it should scare all.

I chance a glance at the people inside the carriage, Melaina is giving a smug grin, she has been doing like me since the start of the travel - looking through the window - seemingly she's proud someone has finally put Brittany back into place, and even moreso that it was her best friend doing so, Brittany is pulling a slight face, nothing to do with anger, she seems to be thinking hard and that teacher, I can't remember his name Lumpin or something like that, seems amused by the situation. Suddenly Brittany opens her mouth to retort but luckily at that very moment the carriage takes its stop and Melaina hurries to declare that we've arrived, stating the obvious.

We've just only gotten out of the carriage that some annoying voice reaches up to our ears: Malfoy. Oh how I hate that voice, it sounds so nagging and whining, he would have made a perfect Huffelpuff, they all have these voices that makes you want to twitch repeatedly. I wish I could just shut him up, give him a week's worth of detention, and I could, because he's bothering Potter, seemingly it's true what Towers had declared, he had fainted, and looked rather embarrassed by the Malfoy blonde pointing that out to him. But as much as I'd like to shut that insolent mouth I can't, I can't for the simple fact that Malfoy is, well, a Malfoy. His father's portrait's almost hanging on the wall in our Common Room. Lucius Malfoy is after all one of the famous Death Eaters, rich at that, and true to be told, incredibly sexy. Nothing like Malfoy Junior, Draco's his name, certainly not Lucius' idea!

Someone decides to take over the job I can't manage the way I should, and I hear Professor Liping - no I still can't remember the name - ask in a mild voice if there is a problem.

Malfoy gives his usual arrogant stare, the one he mostly gives to the students he's sure he can't kick the butt of without risking to get his own butt kicked by. Never does he dare giving it to a teacher, but I have to agree, for a teacher, this one seems a little…poor in money, which of course could only mean he's also poor in quality.

Finally Malfoy gets away nonetheless, closely followed by the golden trio Potter, Weasley and Granger (woohoo I remembered her name). I linger for a couple of seconds waiting for Melaina to bring her arse over to then stroll up the stone steps into the castle.

As we find a place in the Great Hall, Melaina is already starting her recital about what she did in the holidays. As I'd thought earlier, she had had an adventurous holiday full of travels.

"-really I wish you could've been there to see this, China is truly the best country I've ever seen whatsoever, I want to see Scotland though, but mom and dad think it's boring, they don't realise they're boring themselves, hah, and-" Nothing can stop the flow of words coming from the girl at that stage…not even the headmaster standing up and everyone, but she of course, quietening down.

"Melaine..." It takes some time before she let me speak. "Dumbledore is standing up and watches us evilly, I think we should shut up for a moment." I hiss between my teeth trying to move my lips as few as possible.

"Oh, right." She says seemingly caring the less that the headmaster was staring at her with twinkling eyes and finally broke into a friendly smile before starting his ritual speech at the begin of the year.

"Welcome." He starts, making a well-known move with his arms as if he's ready to embrace all of his students at once. I have a hard time keeping myself from cracking up and must've looked dumb smiling at nothing. Mental images are popping up of Melaine and I practising this move and imitating it the best we could to then follow with the speech saying stupid stuff like 'As you all know, snogging in the toilets of Moaning Myrtle is strongly unadvised.'.

But the headmaster has a completely different speech this time. This year he seems troubled and talks about the Dementors first things first. I have to admit they're real nasty things. On the train they were so cold and menacing, I hadn't dared admitting it yet but they frighten me. He doesn't linger on the subjects for long though, just makes it clear that now more than ever, everyone was to stay nicely inside the castle and not try and visit China! Pity, I'd put it on my planning for my spare time this year.

"On a happier note, I am pleased to welcome two new teachers to our ranks this year. Firstly Professor RJ Lupin -" Now this is a bad introduction, at least when you have to deal with people like myself and Melaine. We spend what seems half an hour thinking what the initials R and J stand for coming to the conclusion of: Reggae-man Jazz Lupin. We both have almost forgotten about the feast when suddenly loads of foods appear out of nowhere onto the Slytherin table, well not really out of nowhere, and I notice that Dumbledore is already sitting down, digging in, we haven't even heard the rest of his speech. It's really a problem with me and Melaina, we can't keep normal in a serious speech, and somehow we both find serious talking people so incredibly funny.

We soon found out what we just missed though as Rose starts bitching about Hagrid, seemingly he's been made teacher of Magical Creatures, or whatever the name is, I gave up on the subjects years ago, seemingly bowtruckles weren't captivating me, or at least that is my official reason. The truth is that I am just too scared of these beasts and have enough having to deal with all the freaky stuff my dad keeps at his home and the things Melaina wants to keep in our dorm.

After dinner Dumbledore speaks up again and yes once again I and Melaina crack up like two little kiddies listening to a lecture about genitals. Before completely leaving, Melaina lingers on in a hope to congratulate Hagrid, but partly due to my grumbling and also because seemingly the golden trio has had the same idea and Hagrid is already crying from happiness we don't stay for a long time.

Finally we manage to get ourselves to our Common Room down the dungeons, which isn't such an easy task, I wonder if we'd have managed if our Common Room would have been on a higher floor, it's always easier to go downstairs than upstairs after all. Even our dormitories are downstairs, the boy's dormitory being upstairs. Surely Salazar had something against girls because it's always so cold down the girl's dormitories while in the boy's dormitories the temperature is just perfect! In ten minutes time we're in pj's and flop down onto our beds, luckily warmed by some elfish charms, and sleep in as soon as our faces brush the pillow.

Thursday 2nd September 1993.

I always loved the first day of classes at Hogwarts. Teachers aren't really up to start teaching yet, apart from a few exceptions, so they just make up something to keep the class quiet and still make it enjoyable. Yes I like the first day of classes at Hogwarts. Even more after having checked my timetable, two classes today, one being after the first break: Herbology, the other right after lunch namely a double Charm.

For all I know, that day can't be spoilt, that is if I hadn't forgotten one primordial detail. I am starting my Seventh and last year at Hogwarts, and to teachers it means one thing: NEWTs. Ah yes these little sweeties had gotten out of my mind. The teachers always seem at the ready to stuff back forgotten details though and soon we all spend the entire day being stressed up for things that have yet to pop up in about ten months.

"Do you reckon what professor Sprout said is true?" Eva asks anxiety written all over her thin and tall features, seemingly she has swallowed all the nonsense the teacher tried to brainwash us with.

"Well what did you think? We're talking about NEWT's here Eve, of course it'll be hard work." Sounds Rosheen's answer, I suppose Eva's not the only one swallowing nonsense for free. Ah, Rose, still so skilled at making people feel better, I believe.

"Don't worry too much Eva, I don't see why we'd have troubled passing NEWT's, how many wizards and witches have managed before us? Many indeed, so I don't see how it could be that difficult." I answer making Rose snort, not a pretty thing to hear in the morning.

"You talk, I'm sure we'll have some real hard time, and I with Quidditch, I wonder how I'll still be able to train!" She goes on dramatically. 'Or better you wonder how you'll be able to survive without having any nauseating wound to brag about.' I can't help but think to myself.

"You're talking about Quidditch, I'm in the School's choir, it's nothing better." Elizabeth retorts suddenly accusingly, daring anyone to find something to say against that.

I sigh inwardly for this is going to be a long day having to hear these girls' self-pitying speeches. That is until I notice someone walking behind us. What a relief, my mind almost screams out. "See you later girls, I have some business to attend to."

"What sort of business." Rose replies shortly, I suppose she wants to harass me with some more complains, or maybe she has some wound to show me, but no, that can't be, it's too early, she hasn't had the time to nearly kill herself heroically on her broom.

"Just...business." I answer rolling my eyes, the girl's manners sicken me sometimes, why does she always have to take up the role of adoptive parent! And why always with me?!

"What's up with you?" pushes Rose on, making me really frustrated and at the ready to hex her, rules or not, Filch's cat or not, prefect or not, that's to what extend someone like Rose can bring her 'friends'.

"Nothing...mum...do I have to ask for a permission now?" I grumble lowly.

"Just let her, we can handle living without her." Eva answers with a note of jealousy and accusation in her voice that I don't miss. She obviously tries to make me feel all guilty and I try on my side to work up to her standards and give her a guilty look here and there, matter to not be bothered by her.

Once I managed to get away from them by slowing down my pace and waiting for the girl behind me to get to my level I utter a small "Hi.".

"Finally managed to get you away from them?" My one and only best friend, Melaina. What would I be without her? One of these stereotypical girls I suppose.

I give her a small smile, I've only arrived and I'm already tired of dealing with the three of them. "Yea, of course they had to take Herbology too." I moan not too loudly to make sure they don't catch that piece of conversations, they're only a few feet in front of us after all.

"Well almost everyone takes Herbology." points Melaina out shrugging her shoulders.

"No, it isn't that crowded." I answer suddenly thoughtful.

"Ah well wait to see Charms at least I have pretty empty classes, History of Magic and Care for Magical Creatures don't seem to be very popular." She changes subjects slightly.

"Then again, you are quite unique in your choices." I grin up at her.

She grins back and exclaims "Good to hear that!" when anybody else would have held a grudge against me for saying that.

We decided to go to our Common Room and play some Exploding Snaps to kill time. That seemed to be part of the first day events, loads of free time. We only stopped for lunch. Or at least when our stomachs rumbled (that meaning my stomach)

"Can't wait to see him again." Melaina says looking straight in front of her with a dreamy look, a dumb smile on her face.

"Oh yes, forgot you fancied Flitwick." I grin at her and we both start to laugh slightly at the private joke.

We both hurry to take a seat at the Slytherin table before she pushes on. "Don't you think he's hot?" She asks me.

"Yes very sexy, but not my type, sorry." I give her another grin as I load my plate with various foods.

Milly herself takes a sausage with her bare hands and starts eating it. "Well what's your type?" She asks between two bites.

Right at that moment a very tired looking professor -what was his name again- enters the Great Hall.

"Well Lupin does look like he had a hard night." Melaine grins mischievously following my gaze.

"Yea, maybe he had a hard time sleeping?" I inquire innocently.

"Or he had some kind of struggle with his drapery." She jokes on.

"Yea must've been that, or he had some quite nice visit from McGonagall." I go on, "She does seem to be in a dangerously happy mood today." I add to make my statement clear.

We both start laughing drawing some curious looks towards us to then restrain ourselves back to normal. After that we still get into some fits of laughter when we see McGonagall speak to the new teacher.

Soon though we have to hurry up to get to Charms on time.

On the way I can't stop my mind from wandering back to a certain teacher I remember the name of by some strange miraculous way: Reggae-Jazz Lupin "Do you think he'll teach today, Lupin I mean?" I wonder out loud.

"No, he just walked in to eat and classes start now, how on earth could he teach if he's still eating?" And of course she had to be right, she was almost always right that is. That's why I always lost these innumerable and highly stupid bets we put ourselves in. We were quite a pair, Parcher and Finry, known all around the school for their subtle practical jokes. Ok, maybe not all around the school, but McGonagall was watching us rather closely since last year, since the day we tricked her blackboard to transform into pond water the second her chalk would touch its surface, it hadn't been a pretty sight seeing her completely wet with green pond water, well it had fit with her eyes. We'd never gotten ourselves landed into detention for this one, even though I'm sure she has always had strong suspicions, after all we'd been the ones in charge of cleaning off her chalkboard one day earlier, she never asked us to do it again.

The thing remains that she still keeps us under her vigil eye, even when nobody has asked her to do so; I suppose she's made a personal matter from our case after that.

Charms hasn't been quite as interesting as I had hoped it to be: we've just gone through a complete theoretical lesson to summarize what we've been doing the last six years at Hogwarts with Flitwick. It was funny though to suddenly have pictures back from when we were midgets and had a hard time trying to levitate our feathers. Mine had caught fire after two seconds, I've never been a charms mistress…actually I've never been a mistress in anything, even though I am quite good at divination, I've given up the subject though like I said before, not quite good enough for later careers, pity.

The bell has rung a couple of seconds earlier and I and Mel are making our way to the History of Magic classroom, not that I've taken this subject, but Melaina has and I decided to accompany her, to then go outside and lazy off right in her sight, the very idea brings an evil grin up to my face.

I wave her goodbye before almost skipping down one level and arriving in the entrance hall were I make my way out. It's still very hot outside almost like it has been in August, the sun is shining brightly and I soon find a comfy enough looking place close to the lake. Once I arrive there I place myself facing the castle, it's hard not to twitch my eyes slightly as the sun is brightly shining against that part of the castle and the windows are happily reflecting its light. But concentrating long enough I soon distinguish Mel's figure, pity she doesn't see me…

That's when I see a small rock next to my feet. A mischievous grin appears on my face as I thoughtfully pick it up and try to aim the window the best I can, but me being myself I'm one story higher. Then remembering the boring charms class and the great remembrances of my first year levitating lesson I pick up another small stone and put it on my flat palm before taking my wand out of the pocket of my robes I flick and switch muttering the magic words. Slowly the stone levitates and I guide him over to the window letting it tick ever so slightly on its glass surface. I'm happy to see her look my way.

At this I give her a toothy grin and wave to her in a robotic way yet cheerfully. In answer she scowls and makes a not so delicate move including her middle finger. We then both can't stop laughing for a moment until there's a stop at her side, most certainly the teacher intervening, ah Binns, still the party-pooper obviously.

The problem remains though, I have a free hour, no essay, or at least no essay I want to work on, and no friend apart from maybe one of the magical three I shall not grace my presence with.

Sighing I decide to count just how many lessons are going on at this side of the castle. I'm at the count of ten when my eyes are suddenly crossing someone else's gaze somewhere halfway the second floor.

For a moment I just gape at him before realization hits me, it's Lupin, and when a second realization hits me (I know now where my first thrown stone has landed) I decide this is a great time to put a stop to the fun and get back inside. My brain has had enough time to regain some oxygen to survive till tomorrow.

When the bell rings for a sixth time that day I'm already sitting in the Great Hall having dinner, it's almost completely empty apart from some teachers, like Dumbledore and McGonagall, the latter one is still adverting her hawk-like gaze to me once in a while, each time her lips become smaller and whiter and her nostrils flare, I'm sure now she hasn't quite forgotten about the blackboard accident day.

First I respond her gaze and give her a broad smile almost as bitchy as Tower's natural one, but after an end I decide to just ignore the slight prickling whenever she looks at me.

I keep my head down for the remaining time until the prickling intensifies, looking up I see she's too busy talking to Dumbledore to think I might just prank her in front of the headmaster himself, so I go down the row of teacher at the head's table to suddenly lose myself into a sea of amber…Lupin…

So far I hadn't taken notice of the colour of his eyes, hard to do so when you haven't had a single lesson with him yet I must admit. But his eyes captivate me already nonetheless, I've rarely seen any like that, it's not really brown, like Wood's eyes, his could be compared with a pile of dung, but Lupin, they could be compared with gold, maybe even wood sap, but not with dung, they were rather warm and very lovely.

I snapped of it wildly when knuckles came into contact with my shoulder.

"Did I mention you were evil?" Melaina's voice rises as she takes a place next to mine, "averting my attention from all the lovely stories Binns has to tell me."

"You mean averting your attention from Binns himself, don't go thinking I haven't realized your undying love for him, I strongly disapprove your choice of taking his class just because of his breathtaking physics." I retort grinning madly at her knowing all too well she wasn't mad in the slightest, somehow I felt slightly irritated at her sudden break in, but I couldn't remember why.

"Yea I know, I admire your courage living without seeing him, you were drooling so much in his lessons." goes on Melaina snatching some cheese from a plate and bread from another before eating both as a toast. I suddenly remember all the times I had indeed drooled on my own very 'elaborate' notes as I slept all through the class.

"Uhu, well that's basically why I got myself a Troll grade at my OWL, it's nothing to do with courage, can't you see I just hadn't any choice, my heart's broken." I start dramatizing making a theatral gesture.

"Well maybe that's because you didn't deserve resting your eyes on his features." She says sweetly giving me a large smile.

"How dare you!" I answer in a high-pitched tone. "Hah, if you think this way then…I'm off…" And with a last dramatic wave I leave the Great Hall. Halfway the entrance hall I realize I've forgotten my bag, but I suppose Milly's going to bring it back to me soon enough…then again I'm not sure she might notice it…would the house elves take it away from the place or could I just leave it there and pick it up tomorrow morning…

As I stand in the middle of the hall hesitating between going back and just hurrying to my Common Room, a small door next to the big oak one of the Great Hall opens up with a slight creak and a shabby looking person steps into the light. Lupin. I finally take my decision, being the lazy arse I am I rather rely on Melaina, and I'll have all the right to blame her for forgetting my back tomorrow morning when I'll have completely lost it. Before I manage to completely get out of sight into the dungeons I see the teacher looking at me for a second and in that second I can't keep myself from noticing a small amused smile besides his pretty amber eyes of course which attract me for some unknown reason. I smile back for a second before finally making my way down making an inner note to myself to check the library for any kind of incantation to do with eyes, he might as well have slipped some kind of potion in my pumpkin juice!

Friday 3rd September 1993

Melaina forgot my bag. I blamed her for being a forgetful twat and accusing her to be even more forgetful than myself which is of course unforgivable. Luckily the house-elves slacked off and Filch was seemingly busying himself with more important things than looking for lost schoolbags, I don't want to know what!

Today I landed myself in my very first detention, from my oh so favourite teacher: Snape. The git! And then Gryffindor dares saying he favours Slytherin, well I'm not part of Slytherin anymore then. He might favour Melaina, but he absolutely can't stand me. That might as well be because of the itsy pitsy little blunder from my very first potions lesson, but I was just an innocent scared little naïve kid over then! You can't hold grudges forever! Even if I'm still mad at Melaina for being too unaware at times, I know I'm not considerate, don't remind me!

He had wanted to make an effect on the whole class as usual, being evil, doing his scary speech he seemingly hasn't changed since Potter arrived, he made it even scarier since then, must be a personal loath against Potter, I pity the boy if he has to deal with crooknose Snape.

The thing is, he had asked Melaina what you got when you mingled a boar's kidney with a daisy heart, a question we both still don't know the answer of. He had neared her trying to impress her, and managing quite well. She was shivering and it wasn't from the cold since the steam of the cauldrons brought all of us a rather hot blush on our faces.

"Well?" He had said suddenly, and inch away from her, "your father hasn't learned you that so far? He should have though." That's when I spoke out "Clearly it would have saved you from being poked to death by such a nose." It hadn't even been my plan to mutter it aloud! But later experience told me that when around Melaina nothing came quite the way it was meant to towards others.

Well clearly, he didn't appreciate comments on his nose, poor bloke has a complex with his nose. The good thing is that I never got detention for that, he just tried to look threateningly down at me and then the bell rang and he almost screamed for me to get out of his classroom. The bad thing is that instead of having to pay a week worth of detention I have had to pay six years of threatening so far. Payback's a bitch in his mind obviously. But this time it wasn't my fault!

In this lesson we had to make some potion (waw, really freaky task for a potion class) and I had understood we had to make a vanquishing potion. So I started and managed to do all the steps very well, the result was absolutely the way it had to be. I smirked at him evilly when I saw him going to my cauldron for a quick inspection on any comments to say on my potion.

"What's this?" He asked suddenly and I felt much less sure of myself. "Miss Finry, you were supposed to make a vanishing potion, not a vanquishing one, your ears should be cleaned, I suggest you could go see madam Pomfrey this Saturday, I heard she had loads of sheets to shrub off." And with this he cleaned the inside of my cauldron just when the bell rang as I got the sudden urge to respond something about how bad his pronunciation is and that it is unmistakably his entire fault if I made the wrong potion but I decide to restrain myself holding dearly to my free Sunday as if it were my very life.

He's really such a git this Snape, any teacher would at least have congratulated me for my good performance on my vanquishing potion, even if that hadn't been the basic task. I've always thought teachers not only wanted hard work from their students but also creativity!

This time I'm not the only one with a free period in the afternoon, so Melaina accompanies me to the library to get some work done since I won't be able to do any Saturday for I'll most certainly be scrubbing my fingers into bloody sticks up the hospital wing due to a slimy little sexually frustrated Snape. Oh yes, I and Melaina have made up, we've never really been mad of course, and after she said Snape's breath smelt like rotten fish I felt a rush of sympathy towards her and we both made our way to the library laughing like mad.

We manage to finish off our Charms homework which took about ten minutes, and get halfway our Potions essay about vanishing potions. (I checked the subject twice on Melaina's copy just to be sure.)

So it's with some self-satisfaction that I and Melaina step into the Transfiguration classroom to get back out of it loaded with another extra bit of homework we both know will take half of our Sunday to accomplish.

Saturday, 4th September 1993

I slouch onto the nearest cough once I enter the normally cold Common Room that now seems warm and very welcoming to my eyes. To be sincere with you, I've had enough of scrubbing the red dried-up blood from the, I assume, originally white sheets. I believe now, or better I can certify, that the house elves do not take this task to charge, there had to be hundreds of these and nobody will make me believe so many people get injured in only 4 days! I think my hand will never be the same anymore, in spite of the rather cold night they still feel hot and burning and have swollen up in an irreparable way.

'Git, git, git, git, greasy git!' I mutter under my breath trying to blow on my fingers to bring them back to a normal temperature. I swear to myself, he'll pay, my pretty fingers, the nails might have been bitten, they might have been completely scratched up because of a fiery owl, but even then I still had hope to see them back pretty and clean.

Now…well first off I'm not sure I might get the scary reddish colour off of the tips and between my nails. Secondly the smell will never leave. And finally, seeing the state of them I have just few hopes to get them back to working…maybe I could use this as a reason to be dispensed from classes: 'I can't take notes sir, look! Why would I even come to your class if I can't even take notes as I wish to, it would be far too frustrating.' But Snape wouldn't want to hear a word of it and Minny McGonagall knows my extends far too well to grant me even the slightest benefit of the doubt.

We all know that Snape hates me, and that for the simple reason that I didn't fall for his evil assumptions about holding death in a veal and brewing diseases, it's not my fault after all that my imagination doesn't reach further than seeing a couple of pink elephants once in a while and green birds a couple of times a day.

When he talked about potions the first day of classes in our first year it sounded like he was talking about some long lost lover, I swear, 'the delicate brewing of life, the serpentine steaming of a cauldron,' at such a level you're good to be accepted at Saint-Mungo's.

A/n: So liked it, hated it? I updated this chapter to make it look more spaced, I hope it looks better now. (Thanks to Larry1710 for telling me)
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