A/N: Please, just imagine that Ruth, Harry and Juliet are all 15/16 (they're going into Year 11). I know that it doesn't really fit but just work with me here. Very AU. I know this isn't very good at all but I promise it'll get better.

Disclaimer: Need I say that Harry, Ruth and Juliet not mine?

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Dear Miss Evershed,

We are delighted to offer you a full scholarship for the forth-coming year at St. Mary's Mixed Boarding School.

We are also equally pleased to inform you that you have been given the responsibilities of prefect alongside Harry Pearce and Juliet Shaw from your house. You will be required to report to your head of year (Mrs Isabella Reed) when the new term begins on the 1st September at 9am sharp.

Once again, congratulations on your excellent finals results. We are privileged to have such a talented student amongst us.

Yours Sincerely

Mrs Rebecca Philips Head of Milton House St. Mary's Mixed Boarding School

Ruth let out a long and low groan. Pleased as she was at being appointed prefect she was less than enticed by the prospect of having to work alongside Juliet for the following year.

Harry, though, that's a completely different ball game, she thought as she attached the shiny badge with a large gold 'P' on to her jumper, he might just make it bearable.

She began to set about packing her bag:

- 2 Jumpers

- 14 shirts

- Tie

- 3 Skirts

- 15 pairs of socks

- 2 pairs of shoes

- 2 other skirts

- 5 tops

- 5 bras

- 14 pairs of knickers

- Harrybear (A/N; yes, she has a Harrybear)

- Toothbrush

- Hair brush

She ticked things off her list as she went. This year she would have access to the Prefect's bathroom and would sleep in the Prefects dorm. With Juliet. Ruth let out another groan.

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"Honey, there's a letter for you." Eleanor Shaw poked her head around her daughter's door to find her desperately trying to tame her ever-wild mane of dark hair.

"Thank you Mum." Juliet turned on her heel, abandoning the hairbrush on the dressing table and took the envelope out of her mother's hand, "What does Mrs Philip's want now?" She asked, instantly recognising the hand-writing on the envelope.

Two minutes later she strode into the kitchen and set about getting herself a drink, "I've been made a prefect, with Harry. And Ruth Evershed." She muttered darkly to her mother. "And I've been given a scholarship – 70 or something."

"Oh darling, that's fantastic!"

Juliet gave her mother a look full to the brim of disdain before stalking out of the room with her fingers clasped around a glass of Coke. "Yes," She said, sarcastically, "I can hardly wait that one long week until the 1st September."

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"Harry! Look! Look at this!" Ben brandished a letter under Harry's nose whilst jumping up and down with delight. "Look! Harry – you've been made a prefect!"

Fiona Pearce appeared behind Ben, "Ben! Leave Harry alone, you'll break his nose!" She looked up at her oldest child, "I'm very proud of you." She looked back down at Ben, "Ben, give your brother his badge."

The 13 year-old placed the small red crest with a bold 'P' in the middle in Harry's palm. "Oh yeah, it says that you've got to go and see Mrs Reed soon as we get there."

Harry raised his eyebrows as he surveyed the badge, Prefect, who're they kidding? He bounced down onto the bed; the springs beneath him gave a dull groan as he settled his weight back across the pillows and stared at the ceiling.

He heard a noise at the door, "So," it was Ben, "you going to ask Juliet out this year or what?"

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I know this is possibly one of the worst fic I've ever written but please review, even just to say that you hated it. More will come soon.