SUMMARY: Holly, the smart bookworm; Ivy, the ditsy bookworm... As they work on a puzzle and try desperately to survive another year of Hogwarts they find themselves running into the Marauders more and more. But will their seventh year studies keep them too occupied to notice they're falling in love? And will James and Remus ever find out what's wrong with Sirius?

AUTHOR'S NOTES: Hello there. Here's the third fan fic written by both Ravyn89 and me, Kayhera, that we're posting on This is complete but now we've decided to post it here. Please reply for your comments! And also 'cause if you don't we won't post any more. :) We accept criticism, but if you can't say it nicely don't say it at all. Besides, if it's rudely said it's no longer a criticism, it's just an insult.

DISCLAIMER: Alas, we don't own Harry Potter, J.K. Rowling does. We're just soon-to-be-sophomores at high school that don't want to do their homework so we write fan fiction instead. Hope you don't mind! However, the puzzles, the metaphors, and the characters Holly and Ivy are by Ravyn89 and Kayhera, so don't steal!

Any-who, here's our fan fic! Don't forget to reply afterwards, just to be nice and all…

Chapter One

"Well, there you are. Always early, aren't you?" said Holly Anderson cheerfully to her best friend, Ivy Smith, on the compartment train. Holly pulled her reddish brown hair out of the way and sat across from Ivy, whose curly, dirty blond hair was hiding her pale blue eyes. As usual, Ivy was reading a book. And as usual, it was one Holly had already read. She read everything. And she remembered everything. It's a big pain in the rear, remembering everything.

Holly was just about to open her mouth to say something, when Ivy looked away from Holly towards the window. Her eyes widened, and she said matter-of-factly, "Oh, there goes Remus..."

"Remus Lupin?" said Holly, looking out the window. Sure enough, there he was, sporting light brown hair and hazel eyes. And standing nearby was James Potter, with messy black hair and hazel eyes, shining from behind his glasses. Also, Sirius Black, the good-looking dark haired grey eyed someone, laughing about something. Probably some lame joke.

Holly pushed her glasses up her nose (they had been slipping off), and looked back at Ivy, who was still looking at Remus.

"Earth to Ivy!" said Holly, waving a hand in front of Ivy's face.

"Oh, hi Holly," said Ivy, looking back at her.

"So, what's new?" said Holly, all casually.

"Um, I confused my mum again," said Ivy.

"Again?" sighed Holly. "Having muggles for parents is annoying." She would know. Her mother was a muggle too, and ever since her dad died when she was five, her mother was left to raise her. The funny thing was, dad never got around to telling her mum that he was a wizard, so anything that had to do with magic was new to both Holly's mum and Ivy's parents (Ivy was a Muggleborn).

"Yeah. My mum was wondering why they were selling broomsticks. After about ten minutes, I gave up trying to explain to her about Quidditch," said Ivy calmly.

"Quidditch," repeated Holly bitterly. She never got the point of sitting on a flying stick throwing balls around and scoring points.

"I like Quidditch. Especially the Bludgers and the Beaters. They remind me of football," said Ivy thoughtfully.

"Football? How is Quidditch like football?" said Holly.

"Um... American football. Not British football. It's totally different!" said Ivy proudly.

"Erm, okay then," said Holly. Just then, the compartment door opened, and in walked, of all people, Sirius Black, James Potter, and Remus Lupin.

"Um, hello?" said Holly.

"Hi," said James. "May we sit here?"

"Oh, sure, be my guest," said Holly, waving a hand dramatically.

As the three guys sat down, Ivy said, a bit late, "Um, hi!"

"Hi," Remus sat back. Ivy went back to her book (Holly suspected to hide).

"So, how was your summer?" Holly asked conversationally.

"Oh, nothing much," said James. "Just Quidditch."

"Quidditch?" said Ivy, looking up.

"Quidditch?" sighed Holly. "Not you too."

"What, I like Quidditch," said James. "Why, you don't?"

"Nope!" said Holly, crossing her arms.

"What is wrong with you?" said James. "How could you possibly not like Quidditch?"

"Um... that's easy," said Holly. "I don't like it."

Through all of this, Ivy had been nodding her head after each person spoke. And when everyone looked at her, she turned a bit pink, and said, "I like Quidditch." With an afterthought, she added, "Though I prefer football. I like to play it with my dad."

"Football?" said James.

"Some muggle sport," said Holly, rolling her eyes.

"Actually, it's an American muggle sport," said Ivy.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever, Ivy," said Holly, rolling her eyes again. "So, what does everyone want to talk about?" she added, looking at everyone with a false cheerful look.

"Oh, I don't know," said James. "What's new with you, Sirius? Sirius?"

"Uh, what?" said Sirius. He looked as though he had been staring into space. Holly noticed uncomfortably that he had been staring into space in her general area. But that's Holly: she notices things.

"Boys," said Ivy with a small smile, shaking her head. Holly had to agree. Boys would be boys...

"So, um, where were we?" said Sirius, acting as though nothing had happened. Holly rolled her eyes and decided the best thing to do in a situation like this was to look out the window. Interesting things could always be seen out the window! And you get to space out and didn't have to watch Sirius Black try really hard not to stare near your direction. What was up with that?