For those of you who read Between Two Kings, you can likely skip this paragraph. For the rest of you, I want you to know that because I no longer feel the drive for my Narnian fic, I've decided to start on the second book to Twin Catastrophy. As for the side story, I'll wait until I have more votes to make a decision. Here are the current poll results:

To the Man who Preferred Dragons (charliexOC)-3

The New Marauder (maraudersxOC)- 2

What's Up Blacks? (siriusxOCxregulus)- 2

Diablo de Ojos Azules (TeddyxOC)- 1

Mtu wa Jangwa (billxOC)- 0

Taming the Jester (jamesIIxOC)- 0

They haven't changed since I posted the apology on Between Two Kings, hopefully they will soon! Though at this point it looks like I might be doing a Charlie fic XD

Now, on with the story!

-Mask

(yes, I'm trying out something new here instead of the ~Author's Note: [blah blah blah]~ bit)


Prologue

My head was resting on someone's lap as the train made its way through the British countryside. The person who was acting as my pillow as I slept was stroking my hair and whispering to whoever was in the compartment with us.

My dreams were of this past summer. I had spent most of the break in Australia, camping with my parents in the outback. The time had allowed me to get to know my father, a man who had been absent from my life since I was about 2 years old. My father is Sirius Black, an ex-convict in hiding (from the rest of the wizarding world) after escaping from Azkaban. Only a few months ago I had learned the truth. My god-father, James Potter, and his wife Lily had been betrayed by a person they considered a friend, and my father was accused for these crimes.

The results had left James and Lily dead at the hands of Voldemort, and their son, Harry, as the Boy Who Lived. But after the week spent in the wilderness of Morocco just before Harry's birthday with the younger boy, he'd almost become part of the family. The four of us celebrated Harry's birthday the morning of July 31, since Mr. Weasley was to pick him up after lunch. Harry, who father jokingly called my god-brother, would then be spending the rest of the summer with the Weasleys, who had invited him to the Quidditch World Cup. The lucky dog. My parents had planned on going to Guatemala for that last month before I was off to Hogwarts.

When Mr. Weasley had apparated to pick up Harry, we were surprised to see the twins with them. In moments I was tackled to the ground in a double hug. I laughed, hugging back as best I could. It was the first time I had seen Fred and George in two months, and I would be lying if I said I hadn't missed them. Among the fray of red-heads, there was a mumbled "Organges!", causing me to laugh at George, who had his nose buried in my hair.

It had been my growling father who had made them finally let go of me, though the rest of the group were obviously amused. Then I simply thought it was a father's instinct that caused him to want the twins off his daughter and only son, but looking back on it, I remembered when I had seen my father in his Animagus form on our way back from a Hogsmeade trip where George had had his arm around me to keep me upright, I was so tired. Father had growled at George then as well, though I had been the only one to notice him back then. Some part of me said it was more than just a father being protective over his daughter when it came to boys. When the twins weren't touching me, though, my father was completely fine with them.

I grumbled when my dream was disturbed by someone in the awake world shaking me. It was likely my pillow.

"Come on Lex, you need to get into your robes." The familiar voice said as I felt a strand of hair being brushed from my face.

"Five more minutes." I grumbled, turning over onto my side to hide my face in the person's stomach, my cheek resting against their leg. A soft chuckle shook my pillow, causing me to grumble again.

The third person in the compartment laughed. It was one of those laughed you couldn't not smile at the sound of. "Now Alexis, you need to get up now. If not, I'll have to tickle you awake."

I sat up sharply, eyes snapping open. "Don't you bloody dare." I growled, shooting a sleepy glare at one of my closest friends, George Weasley. "Or I will hex you."

George and his twin, Fred, laughed. I shot a glare at the later twin, who just shrugged with that all too familiar grin still on his face. I huffed and stood to get my robes, turning my back to George, Fred's face just a few inches from my hip when he leaned forward.

I rolled my eyes at the two, but gave a squeak when I felt hands on my hip and someone's body lightly pressed flush against mine. "George." I said, my voice full of warning.

"Yes." The word was barely a whisper as it was breathed into my ear. It caused me to shiver and I shot Fred a pleading look, but the older of the twins was looking out the window, a pout on his handsome face. I blinked twice. Once for thinking Fred was handsome (which in turn had me thinking George was handsome, since they looked identical save the mole on George's neck that Fred didn't have). And twice for the fact that he was pouting. Was he…jealous that George was so close and basically intimate with me right before his eyes?

I shook my head and growled at George. "Let go." I knew he was pouting as he backed off, sitting across from his twin. As I finally pulled my robes free, I glanced at Fred again. His pout had disappeared, the smallest hint of a smile now on those lips. I frowned, looking away. Was Fred really jealous of his own twin?