This story's idea came from UmOk then and Secretly April. Authors, hope you don't mind, I'll try not to copy anything major apart from the fact that the Marauders are in Muggle school and teaching.

Disclaimer: I don't own much. Harry Potter & Twilight both don't belong to me. The scenario doesn't (as mentioned above).

I pray for Wisdom to understand this idiot and Patience to actually stand him. Because, Merlin, if I prayed for strength, I would have beaten him till he died, and I don't care that he technically is dead.

Gods, Merlin, Morgan, whoever else would listen to me: Please have mercy on me, and take this bloody pansy away from me. Who? Edward Cullen (here after known as The Pansy), of course, the worst thing that ever happened to me. And trust me when I say that: it is bad; because I have experience countless horrible encounters which I do not wish to repeat. Now you're all gasping at the fact that I would say that about my 'fiancé'. Well, it's a very very long story, but in the simplest way possible? I am not who everyone thinks I am.

Everyone thinks I'm Isabella Marie Swan, the sweet, innocent, pathetically weak girl; but in truth, I am Valora Arabella Potter, James Potter's younger twin sister by one minute. And before you ask, yes, that means I am a witch, and yes, I am also a Marauder. You think I'd let my brother have all this fun and glory without me?

Of course not, and that is why I am part of the awesome Marauders, along with my crazy brother and our best friends Sirius Black and Remus Lupin. I was the first person in the group to discover Remy's secret and I kept it for him for nearly three years. Hell, they wouldn't have found out if it weren't for the fact that…

"Hey Remy, this one's yours…" James shouted and threw fore-mentioned boy a nicely wrapped present. Remus had gleefully grabbed the box and ripped the beautiful blue snowflake wrapping paper into pieces in his eagerness. He opened the box, and saw inside settled in velvet cushioning was a man styled necklace. It was a simple black band with a small book pendant on it…a pendant made of pure silver.

"REMUS, NO!" I shouted out, when he moved to touch the pendant. Although myths of silver killing werewolves were not true, the silver did indeed irritate and sting the wolf and might also burn the flesh (therefore causing said werewolf's death) if in direct contact with high amounts of silver. My eyes flashed silver very quickly when we locked eyes and he understood. Immediately, he withdrew his outstretched hands.

"Va-al, why can't Remy touch my gift? Did you jinx it or something?" James whined. Although he sounded immature and childlike, his eyes were filled with worry that his best friend did not like the gift due to the dejected look. Sirius, who had been previously stuffing his face with mom's delicious chocolate chip cookies turned and looked up questioningly. I turned my face away and looked at the floor, embarrassed that I had let slip such and important secret. As if he sensed my distress, Remus placed his hand on my knee and patted gently. I looked up and he smiled a sad smile at me. He then took a deep breath and closed his eyes. When they opened again, it was with determination.

"Guys, Val didn't do anything. It's me," he said. I could tell he didn't want to reveal his secret, but he also didn't want James and Sirius thinking that he was hiding things from them.

"Reeeemmmmmyyyyyyyy, spill," commanded Sirius, but the 'stern' tone he was going for was totally ruined by the whining.

"Er…I…I…I…" Remus tried to say something, he honestly tried to tell the others, but it just got caught in his throat. His eyes held a very sad look, but he still had the determination to tell the others.

"Come on, Rem, spit it out already," cried James, who was on the edge of his seat, bouncy to know the secret.

"Immawerewolf," Remy said quickly in one breath and then covered his face with his hands, and ran out of the room sobbing. The two sent strange questioning looks at me and I sighed. Those two are without a doubt the dimmest two idiots I have ever had the misfortune to meet, and in my brother's case, know.

"Remus is a werewolf," I said, and held my breath. I expected a large explosion from the boys but what I got was silence. Their eyes shone with understanding and they had matching grins. I was shocked to say the least, and judging from their face, they knew I was shocked.

"Val, Remy isn't dangerous at all. He can hardly harm a fly, so I think I speak for both of us when I say I could honestly care less if he was a werewolf," my immature brother said. At that exact moment, thundering footsteps ran into the room and Remus stood there, eyes gleaming with hope.

"Really? You guys don't care?" He asked, a smile threatening to rip across his face.

"Yes, Rem, we don't," and after that, Remus gathered all of us in a tight group hug and all else was forgotten. That night, James and Sirius dragged me aside and asked me if I wanted to try this crazy experiment with them…an experiment to turn into an animagus.

It took three of us one whole year to achieve the proper potion to find our inner animal, because this potion was critical to becoming an animagus. If we turned into the wrong animal, we would more than likely die, or we would mutate into a crossbreed animal. Add that to the fact that the potion is meant to be for students above 7th year and you see our dilemma. It was difficult to collect the ingredients, and brewing it was even more difficult as we needed to hide it from teachers, other students and most importantly, Remus. It took us a better part of the next two years to transform and only when we did, did we tell Remus. He was furious that we had risked out life like that, but he was also grateful that he found, in his words, 'such amazing friends'. After that, during full moons, there was a werewolf, a stag, a black grim-looking shaggy dog and a red fox running around the Forbidden Forest.

I was shaken out of memory by one pathetic vampire who goes by the name of Edward Cullen. I shot a glare at him, but he was oblivious to it, and smiled what was supposed to be a 'dazzling' grin (but actually made me want to go dig my eyes out). The 'warm' chocolate-brown eyes of my disguise shone with my disgust, but once again he was ignorant of that. I briefly wondered what he found in this unattractive girl. Of course, my natural look was so much prettier. What, don't tell me, you seriously thought I look like this? Please, how can I be a Marauder, and one of the most chased after girl in school, looking that boring?

Isabella Swan can no doubt pass for the plainest girl alive. I morphed into her so that I can lay a little lower in this new town. Yes, morphed as in metamorphagus; got it from my grandma I believe. So, we do look somewhat alike, but while her eyes are brown, mine were a piercing blue. She had flat brown hair, while I had a head of dark brown hair (not unlike my brothers) falling in soft waves, with a red streak laced with glittery golden strands, to show my Gryffindor spirit. She looked anorexic and pale, while I looked slim and lightly tanned. We shared the high cheekbones, but Isabella's was not flattering due to her sallow cheeks. Another thing we had in common were the pouty lips, but hers seemed over done, while mine was in a perfect pout. I knew we were like polar opposites, but apparently that hid my identity best, according to Dumbledore, so I'm super plain and boring Isabella.

All this thinking about my true identity brought on a wave of nostalgia, as an assault of my Hogwarts memories bombarded me. All the times that we spent mucking around, learning magic, pranking, running around with Moony…

Wetness gathered in my eyes and I looked out the window, furiously blinking away the tears. Sniffing slightly, I turned around to dig for my notebook in my schoolbag when I nearly smacked my face into the rock-hard ones of the Pansy.

"Bella, love, are you alright?" He said, doing a really crappy imitation of a British accent. He'd been trying to act British, and speak with some of our slang phrases, ever since I told him that I liked British men. Stupid git. His act was frankly very insulting to us Brits.

Smiling, I shook my head, "Yes, I'm fine."

He grinned crookedly, attempting to look hot, but nowhere near succeeding. I guess he was trying to dazzle me or something, trying being the keyword. I reached into the bag and pulled out my ever-trusty sketchbook and turned to a fresh new page. Picking up my pencil, I began to sketch a portrait of the Marauders and Lily based on a photo I had of them (frozen, of course).

I had finished the rough sketch of James when the chatter in the classroom suddenly stopped, as the door was pulled open with a bang. Ignoring the now ten minutes late new teacher, I continued to fill in the details of his angular face, hazel eyes, and unruly hair. That was when Pansy looked over at my drawing, and whispered, "Why are you sketching our new Algebra teacher?"

I looked up, shocked at pansy's statement and missed his forehead by an inch. And standing right in front of the classroom, in a simple muggle suit, shifting uncomfortably was, without a doubt, James Charlus Potter.

"JAMIE?" I gasped out. He snapped his face to my direction and furrowed his brows.

"I'm sorry, have we met?" he asked.

"JAMES CHARLUS POTTER, HOW CAN YOU ASK SUCH A STUPID QUESTION?" I exclaimed, surprised that he couldn't recognize me. It's only been a year or so, not enough for him to forget me...wait, my disguise.

"Miss, I'm sorry, but I don't think I've ever met you, so why in mer-lord's name do you know my middle name?"

Speedily, I waved my wand under my desk and pushed my magic out. Using at least half of my magical core, I managed to confund the whole town into thinking that I had always looked like my natural self, instead of little Bella. While everyone was still in a daze due to magic, I morphed back to my 'Valora look'. When I raised my head, James was standing there with his jaw hanging wide open and staring at me. Oh right, I forgot that I had excluded anyone who knew Valora Potter into this spell! That, and the extensiveness of the spell, was what took so much of my magical core! Silly me.

"VIXENI" he shouted with glee. I grinned back happily and leaped off my seat, rushing forward and leaped into his arms, engulfing him into a koala-styled hug. He chuckled at my childishness, but wrapped his arms around me and squeezed me back tightly. Our happy moment was interrupted by a familiar high-pitched squeal, followed by a series of thundering footsteps that sound like a stampede. I looked at the door, from which the loud footsteps are coming from, then I turned back to face my brother with a singled arched eyebrow, a questioning look in my eyes. He nodded his agreement to what I was thinking. The class of rowdy teenagers behind me was oddly quiet, or perhaps they were just too shocked. Either way, they were silent with their jaws hanging, and then the door flung open.

YAY! Started a new story (: I've had this on my laptop for so long. Finally uploaded it (:
Right, next chapter should be up soon. I don't have any strong outline yet, so feel free to suggest things. And if you are afraid that this is going to be like 'Secretly April' or 'UmOk then', I can promise you it won't because I have already forgotten half both stories. There might be slight references, or slightly similar events, but I'll try not to do it.

Thanks for reading (:
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Broken ArchAngel