Chapter 1: The New Girl

Sirius Black stepped onto Platform 9 ¾ in order to catch the train called the Hogwarts Express. From the barrier behind him emerged his best friend, James Potter.

"Ready, Padfoot?"

"Oh yeah, Prongs. I have a feeling that 6th year is going to be fantastic."

"You boys ready for another school year?" came a voice from behind them.

"Of course, Mrs. P," replied Sirius. "We both turn of age this year. Can you imagine all the girls that will-"

"What Sirius means to say, Mum," interrupted James, "is that we are very much looking forward to all of those N.E.W.T. level classes that we'll be taking this year."

"Oh, you two are such good boys. So studious."

"You have your mother wrapped around your finger, James," said Mr. Potter, coming through the barrier behind them. "Remus Lupin, how are you my dear boy?" Remus had just walked up to them from the train. "Still a prefect, I see. James…Sirius, you two would do well to follow his example."

"Sure thing, Dad" replied his son sullenly.

Mr. Potter flashed his son a grin that James had been known to use on occasion when he was in a sticky situation. "Well, you boys look all settled and ready to get on board. I suppose we'll just be on our way then. Have a good term," said Mr. Potter, taking his wife's arm.

"Goodbye boys," she said, kissing both James and Sirius on the cheek. "We'll see you at Christmas." With that, James Potter's parents disappeared back through the barrier.

"Gee, thanks, Moony. I just love when my parents compare me to you."

"Not my fault, James," replied Remus with a wolfish grin. "Maybe if you and Sirius could just manage to stay out of detention a bit more…" With that, he started heading back towards the train. "C'mon, I already found us a compartment."

The two other boys loped along after him. As the three of them walked down the length of the platform, more than a few girls straightened up and took notice. And why wouldn't they? These were the Marauders. Or at least three of them, anyways. They were known as pranksters and tricksters and could always be counted on to provide amusement for their many admirer's.

James Potter and Sirius Black were best friends and the ringleaders of their little group. James had jet black hair, brown eyes, glasses, and good looks. His hair was always messy, as if he had just stepped off a broomstick that he was flying in order to catch an elusive snitch. He was, you guessed it, captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team. As a result, his head was usually swollen to about five times the size it should be.

One look at his companion and you knew that he was no better. Sirius Black had jet black hair, deep grey eyes, and a face so handsome he made girls swoon. He didn't need the status of Quidditch captain to impress girls. All he had to do was flash them one of his trademark grins and they went weak at the knees. He had in fact, gone through most of the female population of Hogwarts, both older and younger than himself. There was many a girl at the school who cursed him for breaking their hearts.

Besides this, James and Sirius were troublemakers. They were always pranking some Slytherin or unsuspecting first year and as a result, could usually be found in detention. It seemed highly unlikely that they would associate with someone who was a prefect, but they had been best friends with Remus Lupin since their first year. Remus was a boy with sandy blonde hair, deep brown eyes, and the sweetest smile you've ever seen. Unlike his friends, he was a bit more studious and tried to stay out of trouble as much as possible, although he did tend to look the other way when his friends were the ones causing it. Though he was quiet, he caught the attention of many girls as well, although he was completely oblivious to it.

Finally, they had reached the part of the train where their compartment was and they got on board. "I already put my trunk inside," said Remus. As he opened the door, he stopped short and his friends bumped into him. Sitting in the compartment was a young girl who looked to be about fifteen. She had curly jet black hair, mocha toned skin, a gorgeous face, and simply stunning violet eyes. She was reading a book that looked to be in French and did not look up when the door opened.

"I guess she must not have realized we were sitting here," whispered Remus.

"Now, now, Moony, let's not be rude," said Sirius bending down to get a better look at her short skirt. "I'm sure this compartment's big enough for all of us." He let out a low wolf whistle that the girl surely must have heard, though she did not look up.

Remus rolled his eyes at his friend and took a seat opposite the pretty girl. Sirius quickly sat down next to her after putting his trunk away. James sat across from Sirius. It was then that the girl finally looked up.

Sirius leaned in close to her. "Hello, beautiful," he whispered seductively.

She seemed to scoot away from him a little. "Hello," she said in what seemed to be a very heavy French accent.

"You'll have to excuse my friend," said James, "he can never seem to talk to a pretty girl without making her very uncomfortable." She just looked at him quizzically.

"Thanks, Prongs. Just ignore him darling. I'm Sirius Black, and you are?"

She just continued to give them a blank look.

"Uh, Sirius, mate," said Remus, "I don't think she speaks English."

"Really?" he said, and seemed to perk up a little.

"Oui. I don't speek much eenglish. I am transfer from Beauxbatons," she said very slowly. Sirius was practically drooling.

He pointed to himself and said, "Sirius Black." He pointed to James who gave a small wave, "James Potter." He then pointed to his other friend who gave a small nod, "And Remus Lupin. And you are?" he said pointing to her.

She looked unsure for a second and then said, "Isadora Nicole Angelline." She then promptly picked up her book and continued reading.

"I guess she just isn't taken in by your charms, Sirius," said Remus.

Sirius just looked dumfounded. "Didn't you hear her say her name, Moony?"

"What d'you mean?" asked James.

"Blimey, Prongs. You know, for a Potter, you sure don't know anything about purebloods."

"Yeah, well my parents never put as much stock by it as yours did."

Sirius gave him a glare before continuing, "Yeah, well, growing up in that house you can't help but pick up a few things. And let me tell you, she is as pureblooded as it gets. One of the oldest lines, the richest, most respected, known for their philanthropic efforts as well as for pulling more than a few strings at the Ministry of Magic."

"Sounds scary," said Potter.

"Yeah. There's just one thing though. I could have sworn that the Angelline line had died out years ago…Oh well, if she really is one, she's probably a real stuck up bitch."

At that point, someone burst into their compartment, completely out of breath. This was the fourth, and most unlikely Marauder of the quartet: Peter Pettigrew. Isadora did not so much as glance up. And a good thing too, because Peter would hardly have impressed her. He was a short, pudgy boy with brown hair and rat-like features. "Made it," he said. At that exact second, the train started moving. His friends greeted him as he put his trunk away. Peter took a seat next to James just as the compartment door opened again. A girl of sixteen walked in. She had bright red hair, brilliant green eyes, and a shiny prefects badge pinned to her chest.

"Hello everyone," said Lily Evans. She quickly looked to the only other person in uniform. "Remus, you ready to come up to the prefect's compartment?"

"What, Evans?" said James. "No kiss hello? I haven't seen you all summer?"

Lily rolled her eyes at him, "In your dreams, Potter"

Remus took his cue and stood up to follow Lily out. As they were leaving, she glanced over her shoulder and they could hear her ask Remus, "Who's the girl?"

Sirius glanced over at Isadora. She was completely engrossed in her book so he engaged the other boys in a game of exploding snap.

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A couple of hours later, Remus returned with Lily in tow.

"Ah, Evans. I knew you couldn't stay away from me."

"Save it, Potter. I'm here to rescue this poor new transfer student from the likes of you."

"Ah, c'mon Evans," said Sirius, "we've been perfect gentleman."

"You, Black? A gentleman? Somehow I doubt that." She squeezed her way between him and Isadora and sat down next to her. "Hello," she said and Isadora looked up. "I'm Lily Evans." Isadora eyed her before giving the first genuine smile they'd seen from her since they walked into the compartment.

"Isadora Angelline. I am transfer from Beauxbatons."

"What year are you?"

Isadora just stared blankly at her.

"Do any of you speak French?" asked Lily, turning around to look at the boys.

"Not a word," said Remus.

"You see our problem," retorted James.

"Trust me Lily," began Sirius, "if I knew French, I'd be chatting her up right now and she wouldn't be remotely interested in talking to you."

Lily looked defeated. She turned back around to Isadora. "Well, it was nice to meet you." She held out her hand. Isadora smiled again and shook it. Lily left the compartment and Isadora picked up her book again and didn't speak until the end of the train ride.

As they neared Hogwarts, the boys left one by one to change into their uniforms. Isadora took her cue and got up to go get changed. She came back in the red and gold uniform of Gryffindor and Sirius got a better look at her. She was short, maybe a full foot shorter than him, but that didn't mean she wasn't hot. He got a good look at her very curvy hourglass figure and made an appraising sort of noise. "You look even better in uniform, Isadora, especially in Gryffindor colors." She just gave him a queer look and went to grab her trunk. The train had just stopped. Sirius made a quick move to help her but she politely brushed him aside and left to get off the train.

"Wow Padfoot, I think your losing your touch," said James as he got his belongings together.

"Don't worry, Prongsie. I'll have her in a broom cupboard by the end of the month, screaming my name in that delightful French accent of hers."

"Lovely," said Remus, "I don't know how the girls resist you."

"News flash, Moony. They don't."

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Sirius lost sight of Isadora on the way up to the castle, but quickly spotted her again in the Great Hall. "Oh, drat," said Sirius to his friends. "She sitting next to Evans. Lily will never let me get more than two words in with her."

"Maybe that's a good thing," said Remus.

"Naw, c'mon Padfoot, this is good for both of us," said James. "I'll distract Lily while you work on Isadora." He quickly went over and sat down next to Lily. Sirius sat across from them next to Isadora. Remus just sighed and followed them over, Peter trailing behind them.

By the end of dinner, both James and Sirius were immensely frustrated. Lily was completely ignoring James, either talking to her friends or trying to prevent Sirius from getting too touchy feely with an obviously uncomfortable Isadora.

"Aw, c'mon Lily," said Sirius, "I can't help myself. I fancy the whole French exchange student vibe she has going. Besides, she is super hot." Isadora choked on her pumpkin juice and everyone turned to stare at her. She had already looked back down at her plate though and seemed completely unperturbed. "Uhh..Lily. You don't think she can understand English, do you?"

"I really don't think so Sirius, she hasn't said a word since we got off the train. Regardless though, I think it's very rude of you to talk about someone as if they weren't there, even if she can't understand you."

Sirius looked at her incredulously, but he did indeed leave Isadora alone for the rest of the night.

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A couple hours later, the Marauders were sitting in their dormitory, chatting away. "Can you believe I couldn't get her to talk to me?" complained Sirius loudly.

"Padfoot, mate, she doesn't understand English," said James.

"Yeah," piped in Remus, "and those frightening hand gestures you were making at her definitely weren't helping."

"Oh, stuff it, Moony."

"Besides," said James, " you didn't do any better than I did with my precious Lily pad. She still will not give me the time of day. I just don't get her."

"Prongs, I hate to be the bearer of bad tidings," said Remus, "but I really don't think she likes you."

"But everyone likes me…"

Remus just rolled his eyes.

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