A/N: none of the characters belong to me except Anne. Everyone else belongs to J.K. Rowling
As the members of the Order of the Phoenix sat around the table, talk turned immediately to the new member of the Order that Dumbledore was bringing today.
Every time the door opened, faces turned automatically to see who it was. Finally when everyone except Dumbledore had arrived, the room went quiet. All eyes were now on the door.
As it opened, a gasp could be heard from all around the room.
A woman wearing a white tank-top and a pair of very ripped jeans walked in.
Severus Snape froze instantly in his seat. It was her. After all these years, he finally saw her again. She had not changed much. Her black hair was down and it was just the right length. Not so long to look like it was pulling her down but not too short either. Her body was still perfect. Her appearance gave her the look of a wild rebellious teenage but her piercing black eyes showed wisdom and knowledge and a hint of sadness. She had not glanced his way but he could tell that she noticed him.
"May I have the pleasure of introducing Ms. Anne Shirley?" came the voice of Albus Dumbledore.
Silence Still.
Then Black got up, went up to her and kissed her on the cheek, a bit too close to her mouth.
"Hey Princess. Looking good I see."
"Thanks Padfoot." She returned the kiss.
At this point, Severus had to gulp down his saliva due to the rigidness of his body. He kissed her. That no good, lying scum had kissed her precious Anne. But then he reminded himself cruelly, she had Black had been good friends.
And then Remus got up and hugged her. Anne kissed him on the cheeks.
"Hey Moony. Long time no see."
"You are looking as well as ever, Anne."
"Thank you."
"Her! You ADDED HER!" came the bark of Mad-Eye Moody.
"Hey Moody!" replied Anne cheerfully.
"SHE an incompetent little thing who goes to work dressing as if she was going ROCK CONCERT!"
"And yet, she's the world's most respected auror," replied Dumbledore. "You have read all about Ms. Shirley's work, Alastor. You know that she will make a very good addition to our society."
Moody growled and was on the point of saying something when Minerva spoke "Ms. Shirley. It is good to see you again. But I see that you have decided to continue to wear these inappropriate attires."
"Yes, Professor. I love wearing jeans."
"No offense, Professor Dumbledore," piped up Tonks "I have heard about her works of course. But are you sure that that's really Ms. Shirley cause from what I heard about her, she's really the best and I never thought that she would be so young."
"Aww. Thanks."
"Ms. Shirley is the same age as Sirius and Remus and Serverus."
The shocked silent ranged most uncomfortably.
"Are you sure that's her?" Tonk said, still skeptical.
"Oh Tonks. That's Ms. Shirley alright," came the voice of McGonagall. "I taught her when she was at Hogwarts. She wore the school robes for one day and then absolutely refused to wear it again. I put the girl in detention for TWO month STRAIGHT and she still came to class everyday in muggle clothing. I finally just gave up after that. She was so bright that I just couldn't expel her. Yes in fact I remember her getting all O's on her N.E.W.T."
No one said anything and after a while, Dumbledore introduced her to everyone.
"Ah. You remember Serverus, right?"
Anne looked at him for the first time. Though she still had on her smile, her eyes told him that she has definitely not forgiven him. "Of course." She said with a smile. "How are you?"
He could do nothing but grunt.
"Ah. So you are well. It's nice to see you again." And with that, she walked past him.
When Dumbledore finally finished the introductions, Anne chose to sit down next to Black. She took out her wand and drew a chair instantly with a lazy flick. Black whispered something to her and she smiled. Severus could stand it no longer. It was too much. He felt as if he was back at Hogwarts. Back to Potter's endless torture. Back to Black's cruel jokes. But most of all he felt as if he was back to the endless days of staring at Anne in class, trying desperately to stop loving her.
But he pushed the thought to the back of his head. He had a report to give and she was not gonna ruin that. As he began to read the report that he had spent weeks on, he could not help but glance at Anne from time to time. She was passing notes to Black, just like they had done when they were in Hogwarts. They do it in such a subconscious way that none of the teachers ever realized, not even McGonagall. And from the look on Dumbledore's face, he hadn't realized either.
However Servus, having watched Anne for so long, knew all her tricks of communicating with Black and Potter. Servus looked over at Lupin. He was giving them stern looks from time to time, but they just smiled and wordlessly asked if he wanted to join. He declined and they continued to write. She is doing this on purpose. Just to get back at me. But it is working isn't it, said a nasty voice inside his head. He used Occulmancy and finished his speech. As everyone clapped, he stared at Anne again. She was brushing her hair. How long had she been doing that? Why the Hell is she brushing her hair?
Flashback
They were at History where Professor Binn continued to drown on. Servus had come late to the class because he had lost track of time reading. He hurriedly went to his seat and took out parchment. He was the only one that ever bothered to pay attention. But as he was fumbling for his quill, he realized that everyone was fixing their attention on one spot to the very left in the back of the room.
He turned and saw Black brushing Anne's hair. Her black hair shined so beautifully in the afternoon sun tha none of the boys could look away. Black suddenly put the brush down and began to kiss her. Servus closed his eyes in horror. He knew that they had been going out for a week or two but still the fact that Black just grabbed her in the middle of class was too much.
Suddenly, Potter stabbed his quill hard into Black's stomach. Black yelled in surprise and so did Anne.
"You bit my tongue!" said Anne, rather loudly.
"What was that for mate?" said an angry Black.
"Get a Room." came the calm answer.
"What's doing on?" came the dreaming voice of Binn.
"Nothing. A stupid idiot just decided to stab a quill at someone's stomach for fun while that someone was tonguing someone else," replied Anne.
The whole class except for Servus burst into laughter.
"That's nice," came the dreaming voice of Binn, returning to his notes.
Servus wanted to take his quill and put it in Black's eye. Why does Black always get everything? Isn't it enough that he and Anne are friends?
Anne whispered something to Black. They smiled and both just got up and walked out of the classroom. They didn't even bother to make themselves invisible. Just got up, opened the door and left. Binn didn't even hear. The whole class laughed.
They were brought back 20 minutes later by a very angry Professor McGongall.
