Bedlam and Broomsticks: a fanfiction by Geekiness-is-LOVE.

A/N: Hey peeps who have traversed fanfiction and stumbled across my story. I hope you enjoy! Next chapter up in two days, most likely.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, that was J.K Rowling, goddess that she is. (I do however own Izzy Flynn.)

Of Droobles Gum and Witty One-Liners:

10:45 a.m., September 1st, 1978. The day that the Hogwarts Express would leave the station, Isabella Flynn on it. Izzy smiled to herself, tapping her foot on the dashboard of her mother's car, radio playing the Beatles softly in the background.

"I'll miss you."

Izzy felt her eyes tear up, though she begged them not to, every year. "I'll miss you too Mum."

"Promise to write." They pulled into the station and both women hauled the trunk out of the back of the car and placed it on a trolley.

"I will." Izzy pushed her long dark brown, softly tousled hair behind her ears, smiling gently.

Her mother nearly cried at the sight of her. She was so grown up, going off to her last year at Hogwarts. She wore a grey baggy sweatshirt, black tight jeans and motorcycle boots. Usually her style was much more eclectic, but when questioned, Izzy had said this was more comfortable to sleep in. Her handbag was slung over her shoulder, purple and patched, and her mother knew it would hold at least one book and her Walkman. Her daughter was willowy, and petite, a small girl, much like her own mother. She had bright blue big eyes that could melt anyone's heart, and long brown hair that she wore in no particular style, not vain enough to care.

Her mother smiled through her tears. "I love you Belle."

"Love you too." Izzy latched tightly on to her mother and didn't dare let go, cherishing these moments with her favourite person in the world.

Waving, Izzy pushed her trolley into the station, and her mother watched her until her chocolate brown head of hair disappeared into the throng of people amassed inside King's Cross.

As she caught sight of the barrier between platforms nine and ten, a voice called, "Izzy!"

Whirling, she saw Peter Pettigrew emerge from the crowd. "Hey Peter," she said cheerily, slightly unsure of why the boy was talking to her. He was pleasant enough, but they'd only spoken on a few occasions.

"How was your summer, you gorgeous ravishing creature?" Izzy rolled her eyes. Of course Peter hadn't been alone. She turned back again, and the group of boys that had given themselves the moniker "Marauders" were heading straight towards her.

"Brilliant," she responded to Sirius Black, resident hot boy and Tosser of the Century. "What about you, Black? I see you've neglected to have those glorious locks trimmed this summer?"

"They're my trademark," he grinned, grabbing onto a bunch of her hair. "Yours are quite luscious, if a little neglected."

Izzy rolled her eyes as Sirius lit up a cigarette. "Lung cancer."

"That's what I keep telling him," James Potter swooped in, hair sexily ruffled, bespectacled eyes shining, giving Izzy a hug.

"Oh Captain, my captain!" Izzy exclaimed, hugging him back. (Anyone get the reference?)

"At your service." James bowed. "We're going to win the Cup this year," The Chaser/Captain announced to his little zippy Seeker.

"Just snog already," Sirius groaned.

"Huh?" James looked confused.

"Is that all you think about?" Izzy asked, crossing her arms in disapproval.

"Not at all. I also fancy myself a good shag," Sirius chortled. "Why, Little Miss Prude?"

"You're ridiculous."

"Ooh, she's mean."

"Ooh, he's a tosser."

James stepped in. "Come on guys, let's go."

Izzy smiled at Remus. "Hey, Remus."

"Izzy. Good summer?"

"The best," Izzy replied gloomily.

They ran at the platform barrier one after the other and as they regrouped, Sirius announced, "She started it."

"Did not. Honestly, Black, you're so childish I have no idea why anyone fancies you at all."

"Because I'm a fucking hot stud."

"Oh thank god!" Izzy exclaimed as Alice walked by. "A beacon of light in all the dark and madness."

Alice grinned, popping her gum. "Hey Iz." She hugged her quickly and looked around at all the boys. "Marauders." She gave a nod of deference to the legendary pranksters.

"That's how people should treat us," James puffed out his chest and Alice reached out and ruffled his hair for him.

"I was taking the piss. Come on Izzy!"

Alice looped her arm through Izzy's and the two girls walked off. James stared at Sirius. "Are you planning on not staring at Izzy's arse anytime soon?"

Sirius stubbed out his cigarette with one booted foot. "Not staring."

"Are too."

"Am not."

Remus put a hand on both their shoulders and steered them towards the train. "Come on you tossers."

The boys snagged a compartment apposite Izzy and her group, and James stared through the windows, waving at Izzy and staring longingly after Lily Evans.

"The agony of forbidden love," James sighed.

"Your love isn't forbidden, she just hates your guts."

"Thanks Padfoot."

"No problem. Well, I'm heading off for my first day of school snog."

"I'm heading off for my first day of school prank."

Remus sighed. "I'm not even going to try and stop you. Just know that I think your morals are shot."

"Me or him?" Sirius asked curiously.

"Both, but especially you."

James and Sirius shared a look, shrugged, and headed out into the corridor.

"Gotta pee," Izzy announced, exiting her compartment into the corridor.

Sirius approached her as she was waiting for the toilet. "Fancy being my first day snog victim, Flynn?"

"The fact that you call them victims gives me an insight into your future as a sex offender."

Sirius ignored her. "So?"

"Can't. Gotta use the loo. Maybe next year. Oh wait …"

"Ha ha," Sirius grinned. "You'll succumb to my incomparable charm and rapier wit one day."

"I'd rather die first."

"I'm wounded!" Sirius clutched his chest as the bathroom line cleared.

"Later Black."

"See ya, Flynn."

When the long ride finally ended, Izzy jumped enthusiastically from the train, and spotted Lily directing the first years to the boats. "Hey!" Lily jumped down and looped her arm through Izzy's, ducking her head down to share the news.

"Potter happens to be Head Boy."

"Ah yes. I knew that. I just didn't want to have to tell you."

Lily's mouth dropped open. "Mean."

"Yes well." Izzy grinned. "Gotta go or I'll miss the carriages and have to ride with the first years!"

Izzy skipped off, leaving Lily to direct and boss the first yearsaround, and barely reached the last carriage before it took off. As she opened the door, Sirius grinned. "Just couldn't stay away, could you?"

"Yes, my rejection of you this morning was merely a subtle hint of my undying love for you."

"Knew it."

"Who was your 'victim' in the end anyway?"

"Marlene. I couldn't find anyone else."

"She's hot." James said. "Not as hot as Lily Evans but ... Why do you sound depressed?"

"She's a clingy slut and her constant need for attention is going to smother Sirius. To death." Izzy predicted with satisfaction.

"Oh."

When they reached the castle, her group was waiting for her, along with Frank, Alice's boyfriend. "Collect some strays, hey?" Mary asked cheerily. "Hey guys."

Izzy looked back at the four boys who had followed her almost silently. "Obviously."

Lily approached the group warily, seeing her arch nemesis joking with her friends. "Hey pretty woman!" James exclaimed. "How was your summer Lilykins?"

"Fine, Potter." Lily said cautiously. "Do you have a twitch?"

"What?"

"Do you have a twitch?"

"I was being suave and sexy by winking."

"Oh." Lily brightened. "I was only going to be nice if you'd developed a twitch from stress or something. Later, you prat."

James looked glum. "You did look a little twitchy." Sirius faked a spasm.

"Shut up, Padfoot."

Izzy laughed. "Come on you nutters."

The group entered the Great Hall together and slid in to the last remaining seats near the front of the hall and the new first years. "Fresh meat." Sirius grinned at Izzy.

Izzy tried to decipher that grin. Were she and Sirius friends? Not friends? Sometimes she thought she fancied him, but that was ridiculous, because she was the Queen of the Virgins and he was a shagger. A famous or infamous really, man whore, who was only interested in chasing skirts. He also had never had a serious relationship in his life. He was the shag 'em and leave 'em type, whereas Izzy wasn't even the shag 'em type. Oh hell. Stopping trying to decipher the mess that was her friendship with Sirius she grinned back and whacked him on the arm when he started glaring at first years, frightening them almost to death.

Izzy reminisced. "I was so scared up there. And the hat was going to put me in Ravenclaw."

"I'm glad he didn't," Sirius smiled.

"You are not." Izzy said, shocked. Did Sirius just admit to appreciating her friendship? Well, almost. As close as she was going to get from Sirius, anyway.

"Am too!"

"Can we not go a minute without arguing?"

"Guess not. I was equally scared that the hat was going to put me in Slytherin, or not put me in Slytherin. I was shitting myself either way."

"You're better here than in Slytherin," Izzy said honestly.

"Thanks."

James rested his chin on Izzy's shoulder from behind. "Aw, sweet moment."

"We should snuggle." Sirius suggested.

Mary popped her head in between them. "Uh-uh. No way. She reserves the snuggling for me."

Sirius' eyes popped. "Did I hear a subtle hint of girl on girl action there, mate?"

James nodded. "Mate, I think you did."

"I want to see this girl on girl action."

"I think I see flying pigs out in the grounds!"

"What?"

"Oh, you mean we weren't playing the 'Let's See Who Can Name The Most Ridiculous Scenario Ever' game?"

"No."

"Oh. Sorry Sirius, no can do." Izzy winked at Mary. "My bed, midnight, be there."

"You bet, lovie." Mary turned to talk to Lily and Izzy grinned at Sirius.

"Real rendezvous?" He asked suspiciously.

"Remember what I said about the flying pigs?" she asked him laughingly.

"That's what I thought."

"It was a good dream, mate." James patted him on the back, sadly.

Sirius shovelled some potato in his mouth as plates and mounds of food appeared. They laughed, and chatted, and Izzy thought that she would finally be able to sleep well and feel happy now that she was where she belonged.

As usual, when dinner was over, the bunch was tired, and not in the mood to walk up seven flights of moving stairs, and find the North Tower, where they would have to climb another set of stairs to get to their beds. "Cruel and unusual punishment," Izzy sighed grumpily as she rested her head and Mary's shoulder, Alice still chewing gum behind her.

Sirius pouted. "Carry me, Prongs. I'm tired."

"No way. Have you gone completely mental?"

"I officially sack you as my best mate. Refusing to carry me was harsh, but the mental barb? Pure cruelty."

"That's too bad. I'll miss the cuddles."

"You were a good cuddler," Sirius admitted. "I'll just cuddle Izzy instead."

"You'll do no such thing," Izzy protested as Sirius gathered her into a hug. She was so small that her face was pressed into his chest, arms trapped by her sides.

"That's right. Relax. Let go of your worries, and just breathe." Sirius was acting as if he was trying to lead a meditation class or something equally as fruity.

"Forget your troubles come on get happy, you better chase all your cares away!" Mary sang, sounding melancholy.

"You know what that song's about, right?" Izzy asked, voice muffled before Sirius released her.

"Yes, Izzy. Why?"

"You sound slightly depressed."

"Mind your own business, Sirius." Mary shot at him, every skerrick of her cheerful demeanour washed away.

"With pleasure. She bites," he commented to James.

"Jerry didn't owl me over the summer." Mary admitted gloomily.

Sirius raised an eyebrow as Izzy rubbed Mary's back. "Jerry is such a tosspot name. Fancy a snog?"

Mary glared at him and Izzy pushed him, both hands against his chest. "Not the time."

"It's always the time for the gorgeous studly Sirius!"

Mary sniffled and laughed at the same time. "I'll admit you're funny, but I'm not snogging you. God knows what I'd catch!"

Izzy laughed and then shrugged as Sirius glared at her. "What? It's true!"

"Alright then, Her Majesty of all the Virgins."

Izzy poked her tongue out at him maturely. Alice popped her gum loudly. "Guys, please."

"Why do you always chew gum?" James asked deliriously.

Alice laughed. "There's no hope for any of you. You're all deliriously tired!"

"Yup." Izzy laughed as they entered the common room and claimed the seats by the fire. They were all deliriously tired, but none were going to bed yet.

"This year is going to be awesome." Sirius commented sleepily from beside the fire.

"A whole last year of prankitude."

"James, that isn't a word."

"And how do you know that, Is-A-Bella?"

Izzy rolled her eyes and began to doze in her armchair. Lily came down the stairs, took in the scene and took charge. "Come on, up you get," She grabbed Izzy and pulled her out of the armchair.

"Yes Mummy dearest," Izzy acquiesced.

"Off to bed, boys," Lily commanded, as she herded Alice, Izzy and Mary towards the stairs.

And just as Sirius, James, Remus and Peter put their feet on the stairs to go to bed, through the wall they heard Izzy laugh tiredly. "Fancy a snog, Mar?"

James and Sirius shared a look. This girl deserved to be a Marauder. She was awesome.

Please review … Tell me what you think of my OC Izzy Flynn, because I was planning to use her in a couple of one shots that are lined up! :)