Disclaimer: I, to my own chagrin, do not own the Harry Potter universe or any of the characters affiliated with it.

A/N: It's that time again. I got Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince delivered to me the day it came out, and read it in that day. It was extremely sad…and is now my second-favorite in the series (I don't think any HP book will be able to beat PoA) and it made me come back to my lovely little slice of the HP fandom: The Young Order. Laura, I think, has been waiting for me to write some more Laurel/Remus semi-smut fluff, so here it begins, Luna. Enjoy! And review!

-Also…I think I might get around to editing the first TYO, because there are a lot of mistakes that are beginning to bug me about my writing.

-School starts in a day so updating may be slow. Junior year, three AP classes, fencing team, editor of the poetry club. I'm an idiot and decided that there are 36 hours in a day instead of 24. I'll try my hardest to write on weekends, though.

The first few weeks of summer vacation passed extraordinarily slowly for Treasure, for a number of reasons. The first was, quite simply, that she was in America and all her friends were in England. Certainly not because she was missing Sirius quite terribly - Treasure liked to think that she was more sensible than that. After all, it wasn't as if she was in love with the boy. And it was quite clear that he wasn't in love with her, either, Treasure thought grumpily to herself, waving her wand so that her door slammed closed and cutting off Celestina Warbeck's incessant warbling about love. Treasure's mother had an unfortunate soft spot for the up-and-coming songstress, and it wasn't helping to improve her daughter's mood much at all.

It was two and a half weeks into the break, and he hadn't even attempted to contact her! Not one visit by Floo powder, which in the last few days of their fifth year at Hogwarts, she had hinted about. She had said how her parents' apartment in Manhattan had a mechanical fireplace, but that she was sure it could be connected to the Floo network.

Evidently, Sirius had not taken the hint. This did not excuse him, however, from not even sending her an owl. Treasure would admit to herself that this irritated her - she would never admit that she was more than a little stung. Lily knew anyway; somehow, she always did. Lily seemed to find Treasure's sate of rigidly composed distress rather amusing, although she tried - and failed - not to let on. She, as opposed to her best friend, did not seem to mind not having contact with Sirius or James, perhaps especially James Potter, infuriating boy that he was. Of course especially James. She did feel a bit bad for Treasure though. Lily would never tell her best friend, but perhaps this is what Treasure deserved for doing less talking with Sirius; instead, Tres seemed to enjoy using her lips for other activities, Lily thought wryly, and it wasn't as if Sirius was ever in a rush to disagree and direct the "conversation" to something sensible, like the notable attributes of bubotuber pus. All right, perhaps that was asking a bit much, Lily thought, but they could have at least taken some time to actually speak to one another. Honestly.

Lily, quite unlike a certain Sirius Black, did manage to find time to stay in contact with Treasure, for which the dark haired witch was grateful beyond telling. They used the lockets that Treasure had made nearly a year before, and given to Lily for her fifteenth birthday. Lily had insisted that the ridiculous password for the locket be changed, and so before the end of the year she had altered it herself, unbeknownst to Treasure. The password was now "Mrs. Treasure Black," which annoyed its owner to no avail, especially considering the feelings she was harboring towards a certain Mr. Black at the moment.

Treasure decided to ignore Lily's blatant immaturity, however. She decided instead to focus on her studies. In a day's time she would be headed off to Salem, Massachusetts, to take a two week course in the history and development of American Magic. There were other magic schools nearby, of course, but the Salem Institute of the Magical Arts was where Louis and Dana Belle had received their education, and as alumni they wanted their daughter to experience it as well, if only for two weeks each summer. It was part of a promise Treasure had made to her parents: that while she would attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in Britain - the world's more renowned center for turning out famous and successful witches and wizards, if not the most famous - she would also attend classes in America. Treasure didn't mind at all, really, as the good ol' U.S. of A. had no such restrictions prohibiting underage magic, so long as a magically capable adult over the age of twenty-one was present at all times. Lily was, needless to say, vibrantly green with envy.

So far, Treasure had spent her days moping about the apartment. It wasn't a particularly large apartment, at least, it wasn't meant to be. It was on the 88th floor of the building and had a balcony from Treasure's room. The balcony wasn't grand. It was made of concrete and alarmingly fragile railing that shook suspiciously like aluminum foil on windy days. Louis and Dana Belle had bewitched the apartment to make it more spacious nevertheless. Originally, it was meant to be just a two bedroom, single bathroom apartment complete with a kitchen and dining and living room area. Muggle yuppies had been tricked into paying unfortunate sums of money for places like this to live in, after all it was the city. Dana Belle was an interior decorator and knew quite well how to redesign with magic and had managed to enchant the space so that it was worth the small fortune of Muggle money that they were paying for it.

Treasure had a large queen sized bed that stood parallel to the balcony and was surrounded by a large window on each side. The bed came complete with green and white gauzy canopies, much like the beds in the girl's dormitory at Hogwarts did. By the windows and balconies were drapes of a turquoise blue. In the corner of her room Treasure had a marble vase of birds of paradise plants that were enchanted to actually sing; the songs were eerily familiar to a phoenix song and related to Treasure's mood accordingly. Right now, they sounded agitated, which was strange because she'd never heard a phoenix to be agitated.

The room was furnished with a large dark wood dresser and bureau, which stood on opposite sides of the room. There was also a closet in which Treasure kept all her school things - her trunk, and the books that she'd collected over the years, along with her school uniform, neatly pressed, folded, or hung up depending on which articles of clothing there were. The best part about her room, though, was the light fixture in the middle of the ceiling. Dana Belle, a reputed interior designer among the wizarding community, had traveled to Hawaii to decorate the inside of a tropical mermaid's wedding cave. In return she had been given a small fortune in crystals and pearls, which now made quite a lovely chandelier.

Treasure wasn't taking notice of the chandelier, however. One of the room's many enchantments was that it usually kept itself neat. Treasure didn't really like having to clean up after herself, something she'd had to do for years before finding an enchantment to put a rest to the bothersome task. Now, however, thanks to Martha Steward's Household Spells and Charms, Treasure didn't have to worry about cleaning up her room. A simple re-ordering spell did the job for her, and left the room clean for up to two weeks, not matter what took place inside it. Treasure found it quite amusing that Muggles and magic-folk alike benefited from the household endeavors of Ms. Steward, who wasn't quite the pristine, friendly blonde lady she liked to portray. In fact, she was actually quite a mean witch, in spite of her smiling face and perfect matron-esque appearance.

But Treasure wasn't taking notice of the versatile Ms. Steward either. She was laying on her bed, staring up at the ceiling through the green and white hangings that made the canopy above her. The re-ordering spell that had been done was wearing off, and Treasure's school books were lying messily all over her floor and bed, along with her summer clothes. Treasure had completed most of her homework, leaving Transfiguration and Potions for last once again. She felt her necklace grow warm and opened it up, muttering an annoyed "Mrs. Treasure Black," before coming face to face with Lily.

"Hey, Tres," said Lily, smiling up at her from the miniscule locket. Treasure sighed and allowed a grin, "What's up, Lils?" she responded, rolling over onto her stomach to talk to her friend. Lily was looking over Treasure's shoulder at the state of the bedroom.

"God, Tres, what blew up in your room? What a mess!" Lily said, her eyes wide as she took in the socks and bras that were hanging off the once-elegant chandelier. Treasure rolled her eyes and aimed her wand over her shoulder.

"Ponorden!" she snapped, and at once all the scattered items in the room set themselves right and hopped about to their places.

Lily looked wistful. "You're so lucky you get to do magic," she sighed. Treasure smiled slightly. "So what's new, Lils?" she asked. Lily shrugged.

"Nothing. I've finished all my homework…it leaves me very little to do, actually. Petunia's taken to ignoring me completely, but my parents are rather interested in those picture's we took at Hogsmeade last year."

"Pictures?" Treasure said faintly, remembering the conditions under which the pictures had been taken. Lily grinned.

"Yes. Remember, we went into Zonko's and nearly got kicked out because you and Sirius wouldn't stop hurling Dungbombs at each other?" she said, rolling her eyes. Treasure smiled again, but promptly lapsed into a scowl.

"I remember," she said, raising an eyebrow. Both she and Sirius had found it quite necessary to test the merchandise before buying it. Needless to say, they were quite satisfied, although perhaps the Zonko's manager was not. "One of them hit him right in the face too." Lily rolled her eyes, while Treasure looked pleased.

"Yeah, and then you got all soppy and helped him clean it off -"

"But the Scouring Spell burned him, didn't it?" Treasure was starting to look smug. Lily had to remind herself to be patient, that Treasure wasn't feeling particularly benevolent towards Sirius at the moment. Lily wondered if there would be an all-out war between them at Hogwarts this year. She hoped not - judging by the amount of homework they'd gotten, sixth year was going to be a tough one.

"Yes, it did. And then we went to Madam Puddifoot's, where you made it up to him quite eagerly…" Lily said. Treasure frowned. "I forgot to keep those pictures away from my parents, by accident, Tres. They asked me if the teachers truly allow such fraternizing between students to go along unchecked…" Treasure felt her face heat.

"Your parents saw that picture!"

"Yes. It appears that even in a photograph, neither you nor Sirius can keep your hands off each other. It's nearly as bad as Laurel and Remus."

"Yeah, well, it hasn't been that way for a while," Treasure snapped, very nearly slamming the locket closed on Lily. Lily looked sympathetic.

"I'm sorry, Treasure, but you've got to stop harping on about him. You keep complaining about how he never wrote you - but it doesn't look as if you wrote to him either, now does it?"

"I haven't been harping, Lily! You keep bringing him up all the time!"

"Only because I know you want to talk about it, but are too bloody proud to say so!" Lily retorted.

Lily, damn her, had a point. Treasure didn't let the scowl lift off her face, but she didn't say anything either, so Lily knew that Treasure knew that she was right. Lily laughed. "I bet you right now he's just as angry at you as you are with him. You two do know how to make a very talented mess of things, don't you? Well, I have to go, Tres. I'll talk to you tomorrow." And Treasure heard the tiniest of clicks as Lily shut her own locket, leaving a blank space that would have normally been filled with a picture, if this had been a Muggle locket.

Treasure rolled over again and stared at the ceiling, but after a while a piece of parchment and a quill floated reluctantly over to her.