Story title: Blossoming Romance, Blossoming War

Full Summary: Dumbledore brings a girl over from America because she has some special powers that could be very helpful for their side of the brewing war. She comes to Hogwarts with no knowledge of magic, expect for her own special powers. She becomes attached to the Marauders, since they were the first people she met in her new home and finds one Marauder in particular fascinating. Romance blossoms and so does war.

!A little warning, there is some bad language in this chapter!

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters that you recognize.

A/N: This is the third story I'm writing but I might give up on one to write this. I haven't decided if this is going to be completelyAU or not. Also, I think this story has a small taste of Grease in it but I don't mean for it too- I hate that movie, sorry to all you grease lovers- I want it to be more like Hyde and Jackie from That '70's Show. I've never written in first person, tell me how I do. The rating is tenative and will change depending on chapter content.Enjoy and Don't forget to Review.

Chapter 1: Nerves and Twitches

When Dumbledore came to us with this proposition, I was excited, eager for this adrenaline rush of playing a bodyguard to this precious jewel while I played Yoda as well and then I wanted to punch him. How inconsiderate of him! I thought, then, that all he cared about was his stupid Order.

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I had my arm around James's shoulder as we led the crowd away from the grave, the coffin slowly being lowered into the ground. James's body shook as he tried to control his tears but he was failing miserable- one of his weaknesses that was, always trying to be strong as if showing an emotion would show a weakness. I loosened the black tie from around my neck; it isn't easy for me either. I buried two parents with in the last three months just as James has but that was the biggest difference between us; he may try to be strong and hide all emotion, he never can but me I was a stone- only on the outside though, I let my emotions tear apart my insides.

We stopped at the limo, everyone giving us their last condolences as they made their way to their own cars. A slender auburn haired young women with puffy red eyes wearing a conservative black dress, stood before me.

"I'm very sorry for your lost." She told me; I gave her a small nod not wanting to hold her up any longer. I wasn't the person she wanted to talk to. She sniffled before she spoke to him, "Oh James, I don't know what to say. I know nothing will help." Tears began to fall down her cheeks before she launched herself at him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and he tightly wrapped his arms around her waist, burying his head in her hair. While they cried in each other's shoulders and forgetting their differences, two more boys stood around us. The squat boy with blonde hair and mousey features stood, uncomfortably, off to the side, his eyes glued to the gravel. But the other one, the one I called a friend more then the other, put a comforting hand on my shoulder.

"Mr. Pettigrew, Mr. Lupin and Miss Evans could you please excuse us for a moment." Dumbledore said as he and McGonagall approached. Lily reluctantly let go of James, she held her head as Remus and Peter escorted her to her ride.

"James-" Dumbledore rarely called us by our first names, even when reprimanding us, "-did your parents mention anything about the Order of the Phoenix to you?" James and myself stared at him dumbstruck; how could he talk so casually about them to the two people who was affected by their death the most. I wanted to tackle him to the ground and yell at him. They're dead, my parents dead, how dare he speak about them so casually; maybe they weren't my blood parents but I still called him dad and her mum. I shook the thoughts of tackling him when I realized that Dumbledore was talking and James was walking away.

"Please James, I know you're hurting but-"

"I am hurting, painfully hurting." James yelled, "I just buried my mother and I buried my father two and a half months ago but you still ask me some bullshit question. I'm barely fucking seventeen years old and on my own!"

"James, mate calm down. You're going to say something you'll regret." I know they weren't the right words to say but James looked at me and the rage died away- thank god, for a moment I thought he would hit me. Dumbledore smiled at me but it was unrequited.

"Maybe this isn't the best place." I cocked an eyebrow at Dumbledore. 'Gee, you think.' I thought, "We'll meet you back at the manor." Dumbledore said and he and McGonagall left.

James climbed into the limo, "We didn't say when we'd meet him, why don't we go for drinks?" I suggested as I plopped onto the long bench seat in the limo.

James leaned his head against the headrest, "No, let's just get this over with."

Like he said, Dumbledore was at the manor when we arrived. He sure was determined, 'Really, what could be so important.' Dumbledore motioned to a large oak dining table. I slowly took a seat next to James, never taking my eyes off Dumbledore.

"James, your parents never mentioned the Order?" Dumbledore asked again. James shook his head impatiently, "The meetings were held here twice a week."

'Intriguing.' I thought; I leaned forward, resting my arms on the table, "How long?" I had to ask.

"A year." My eyes popped out of my head. 'Damn, they were good.'

"They, your parents that is, have been working religiously with me to gain followers to help the good fight." Dumbledore started to explain, "Recently, they've been working on something that they really cared about." I looked over at McGonagall, who hadn't said anything, she was wringing her hands in her lap, "There's a young women in America. She's very gifted and completely oblivious to magic like we know it." James started to become more interested, "She's special and your parents took an interest in her."

"Why?" James blurted.

"They believed she could help us all." Dumbledore said with a twinkle in his eye, "Her Parents put her up for adoption and she's been in and out of foster homes. She resides in Southern California. Your parents wanted to go get her and bring her here." James was shocked. He's an only child, only ever had to share his parents with me; finding out that his parents were even considering adopting another, shocked us both, "But then in the last few months, they knew they couldn't get over there." He paused, "So I went to go get her."

"W-what?" James sputtered,

I lounged back in my chair with my hands behind my head and a smirk playing on my lips, "When do we meet her?" James looked at me shocked; I shrugged.

"It's your mother's last request." James was defeated. He put his face in his hands. I didn't even notice that McGonagall had slipped out of the room, I was enjoying James's squirming. It wasn't until I heard the clicking of heels that I realized McGonagall had disappeared but she was clearly coming back and with someone else. I stared at the doorway waiting for McGonagall to return with this miracle. I could see this girl now; the dark mysterious type that you knew was good in bed with long brown hair and brown eyes, just a dead sexy girl.

Silently as she disappeared, McGonagall reappeared with a suitcase in her hand. She put down the bag just as a girl stopped next to her. I choked on my own air. She, that girl standing next to McGonagall, was the girl that was suppose to help us all. I wanted to laugh out loud, this had to be a joke; I kept looking around to see if someone, the real girl, was hiding in the shadows. But no one else appeared; the nervous little mouse was it; what a killer of dreams.

"My dear come on in." Dumbledore said getting to his feet and looked to me and James, expecting us to do so as well. He's a joker, I stayed seated relaxing into it more while James, the more chivalrous one, got to his feet but I could see in his face he really didn't want to, "Lola-" Even her name was exotic, perfect for the dark mysterious girl I had dreamt up, "I would like to introduce you to James Potter."

"I'm sorry for your lost." She said, extending her hand. James took it but grunted something under his breath.

"And Sirius Black." Dumbledore pointed towards me; I gave her a little wave and a very charming and sexy smile, she blushed immediately. I knew it; she was going to get on my nerves very quickly.

"Mr. Potter, Mr. black may I introduce you to Lola Bailey." Dumbledore said scooting her closer to the table, nope that wasn't going to help, "Have a good night and be careful. I'll see you all at school." With that said, he and McGonagall apparated out. I couldn't help it but "huh" escaped my lips; they can't just leave us like that.

"Dumbledore's right." I said getting to my feet, "Good night." I was at the doorway, almost to the stairs, half a dozen more steps and I could have been free.

"Padfoot." James growled. I flipped off no one before I turned around with a sweet smile on my face, "Where do you think you're going?" James asked, as if he didn't know.

"To bed." I said hopefully but James gave me a look. I sighed; I walked over to Lola, bent down, she jumped away from me- so she's one of those girls, the ones who get jumpy and uncomfortable around guys- and picked up her bags and started back to the stairs.

"That's my stuff." She cried; I rolled my eyes and opened my mouth but James spoke first.

"We'll show you to your room." James said motioning for her to follow me. She kept her distance and I didn't mind. I opened the door, let her in, and gave James an amused look as he followed her in.

"Make yourself at home, there's an en suite bathroom through that door and that over there is a very roomy closet." James said pointing respectively at the doors. I stood by the door watching her take in everything that James was telling her while I took in everything about her. She was very plain; she had typical blonde hair with blue eyes to match, a pink polo shirt with white capris not a wrinkle in either. Her hair was perfect, her skin was perfect, posture was perfect, god everything about her was perfect; it made me nervous and twitchy, I hope James hurries up I need a cigarette. James finished telling her whatever he was saying and turned to leave and I followed suite; immediately pulling out a pack of cigarettes when he closed the door.

A/N: How was that? This chapter was just to set everything up. On to the next chapter ------>

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