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Chapter One

Nike

Left. I had one second only to move.

I whistled. "Damn James. You should seriously reconsider your position," I grunted as the Quaffle slammed into my chest.

James shrugged nonchalantly, but was grinning from ear to ear. "You think so?"

"Hell yeah! I mean, we're replacing Derek anyways, so why don't you take his place and we just find another Seeker?"

He seemed to think about it for a moment. "We just might do that."

"'Might'? James, when will you learn to listen to me?"

"I do listen to you, my lovely girl," he said, catching the Quaffle I threw to him, "it's just not that often."

"Oh ha-ha," I said, glaring at my friend. Tall and well muscled, James Potter was quite a looker, even more so now since he was starting to grow into his features. He had jet-black hair that would not lie flat no matter what, a great sense of humor, was athletic and had a good build that wasn't buff but wasn't lean, and wore black round glasses that covered expressive brown eyes…wait. Brown eyes?

"James," I started to question, "when did your eyes go brown?"

"What?" he asked, startled for a moment, not expecting the random question that had come from seemingly nowhere to him.

"When did your eyes turn brown?"

"They've always been brown," he replied, giving me an odd look.

"No. They were blue when I first met you last year," I argued.

"Oh," he said. "That's because my eyes are hazel."

"What's hazel?"

"It means they are many different colors."

"But I thought you said they were hazel."

"They are hazel, Nik," James said, getting impatient. "Hazel means your eyes change color."

"But they were blue," I said, grinning inwardly. I loved to make people (especially him!) mad.

"Yes! Merlin, yes Nik. They. Are. Blue. Okay? End of story," he said, throwing his hands up in exasperation.

"But you said they were hazel."

"They are hazel!"

"What's hazel again?"

"Forget it!" he yelled, lobbing the Quaffle at my head, which instead hit me in the stomach because I was laughing so hard and didn't think to either catch it or move out of the way completely.

"Two weeks into vacation and you two are already at each other's throats. I should've known I couldn't trust you children alone."

"Remus!" I screamed, laughter ceasing as I jumped off my broom and threw my arms around his torso, for that was really the only part of him I could reach.

Remus Lupin was probably over six feet tall and he, too, was extremely handsome, even more so when he actually smiled, which he seldom did. Remus was a werewolf, and he had been so since he was five. The proof of that day were the two long, jagged scars that ran parallel down his face. He was also lean and well built; he was pale and had startling pale blue eyes and shaggy light brown hair. He, out of the other two boys, was the smart, more cautious one.

"That big meany-head over there is mouthing off to me! He's hurting my delicate little feelings!" I pulled my shirt up a bit to show a huge Quaffle-shaped red mark. "LOOK! HE HURTED ME!" While James yelled,

"YOU explain it to her! I'm done!"

"Really James," Remus said in a deep, stern, fatherly voice, pulling my shirt down to cover the mark. "Don't abuse her. We don't want people asking questions. Besides, you should be kinder to a sweet, innocent girl like this. You could ruin her; turn her into one of us. That would be horrible. "

I looked over my shoulder and stuck my tongue out at James for emphasis.

James snorted. "I'll be kinder to her when she actually becomes 'sweet' and 'innocent' and stops being 'one of us'." He landed next to us. "You traitor."

"C'mon James," I said. "It's not his fault he loves me more than you. I'm just lovable."

Pleasantly deep laughter sounded from behind us. "Yeah. Right. Nike is so lovable. She's such a people person and gets along with everyone; it's just one of her many award-winning traits, didn't you know? We just adore the little angel."

"Shut-up Sirius," I snapped, not even bothering to second-guess myself. Just go through the checklist. Is the voice sarcastic? Why of course it is. Is it a guy? Unless some chick has a really deep voice, then yeah, it, sorry, he is. Is it insulting me? Wouldn't recognize it if it wasn't. Was it argumentative? When was it not? The voice fit all of these, so yes, it was him. I'm so smart.

Remus chuckled. "Now that I didn't ever expect to change. Especially in the short time period of two weeks."

"You can't really blame me for him being so irritating," I protested, crossing my arms over my chest and pouting.

Sirius Black. Those two words brought many feelings to everyone at Hogwarts. Troublemaker and number one heartthrob, he was very well known, in more ways than one, I'd come to overhear. He, along with Remus, James, (me, too, if they were still brave enough to keep me), and their awkward little friend, Peter, made up the Marauders, the seemingly elite group of our pleasant little school.

Sirius was tall and muscular, and he had beautiful blackish-grey eyes. He had just recently cut his slightly curly black hair so that it was almost a normal guy's hairstyle. This was the way he wore it when things were going right in his life, James had said, whereas when things were bad, he'd wear it long. His humor would either do two things; get him out of trouble, or put him in it. He, too, was extremely good-looking, yet I would never admit that too his face. He was already way too full of himself and thought way too highly of every action of his. He thought he was perfect, and to the eye, he may seem to be. But become close to him and you will learn he's far from it.

"No, we can't," Remus agreed. "But we also can't say you haven't increased the irritating-ness by thousands.

"I just bring out the best in people."

"I would say you brought out the worst…but then I would be insulting myself, wouldn't I?" Sirius asked.

"Yup. You would," James said.

I rolled my eyes at them and turned to Remus. "So how are you? Summer good so far?"

"It's been great. It's nice to spend time with my mum and both sets of grandparents."

"Good. You've been relaxing?"

"Yeah. You?"

"Hardly," I scoffed. "You spend the summer with those terrible two and tell me you get the chance to relax."

"Touché. Did you get settled in alright?"

I hesitated, exchanging glances with James. "Umm…about that. Remus…I have something to tell you and Sirius."

His smile faded. "What is it? What's wrong?"

"Do you remember the meeting in the Room of Requirement?"

"How can I forget?" he said, a disgusted look on his face. "Are you referring to Professor Lovegood's news?"

I nodded.

"What's happened?" he asked, blanching.

"It started with that one Quidditch game—"

Sirius crossed his arms over his chest. "The one that Napier was a total jackass in?"

"Knock your crap off," I snapped. "It wasn't his fault." Sirius never stopped bothering me about Gary, or the one Quidditch game we'd ever lost, for that matter.

"What 'bout it?" Remus prompted.

"There was this girl; she was really creepy and cold-looking. She was a…a…"

"…Parselmouth," James supplied.

"Yeah. A Parselmouth. She was hissing at me about months and days and was telling me that she was coming. Then I could see again, and then out of nowhere I'm plunged into darkness again and I see the girl for an instant and then this huge snake that reeked of evil appeared and bit me on my neck, so I set it on fire. Not meaning to, of course," I added after a moment. "Well…actually a voice told me to…"

"Huge snake?" Remus questioned. "It could've been—"

"Nagini? Yeah, I'm sure it is," James said.

"What about a voice?" Remus asked. "What voice?"

"Er…I'm not sure. It was male and it sounded like an adult's. I'd never heard it before in my life…yet it sounded almost…familiar, if that makes any sense. But it told me that I had to be careful and not let it get too much of my blood."

"This is coming from you. Of course it makes sense," James said, rolling his eyes. "Go on. Tell them about when you stepped into your room."

"You mean that huge crash?" Sirius demanded, finally breaking his unusually long silence. "James told me that was nothing! And you did too when you came down an hour later! You both lied to me!"

"Shut-up Sirius!" James snapped.

"She–well they–reappeared with something to say again about months and days—"

"Two months and thirty days," James said. "And the first time was six months and twenty-one days."

"And then the snake flung me against the wall and promised me I would die."

"Well that makes you feel all special inside if Voldemort's snake is planning your death and will execute it personally," Sirius said dryly.

"Quit being a jerk," Remus said. "You're not helping."

"I think I have every right to be ticked off if she doesn't trust me enough to tell me what's scaring her."

"I'm not scared."

"Well you should be. Because you know what that means?"

"What?" I asked, exchanging annoyed glances with Remus and James. When Sirius got pissed off, he always tried to act smarter than us and make us feel like we "needed" him.

"According to your visions Voldemort will be here in two months and seventeen days and will be after you. And for what reasons? Not even the gods and Merlin combined know why. You're just an extreme pain in the ass." And with that he stomped away into the Potters' house, sulking.

"You know," Remus said slowly, looking at the closed door that Sirius had slammed shut rather loudly and dramatically, "I think he's right."

"Hey!" I said, punching him. "I am not a pain in the ass. And most definitely not an extreme one! At least…not most of the time…"

"No, I didn't mean that part—"

"Although I think it's true," James said, cutting Remus off.

"I meant I think he's right about your visions," Remus said before an argument followed James' statement. "But I don't think it's Voldemort himself. That would be an awfully bold step for someone who was already defeated and killed once. I think…I think it might be a…a messenger of some sort. Or maybe his eyes and ears. Who knows? Maybe even his snake is coming back, but from the sounds of it, she's got herself a human body."

"Yay. A human with poisonous fangs is going to stalk me until her daddy is re-born. I absolutely love it," I said dryly.

"I wouldn't worry about it Nik," James said. "Look on the bright side; Remus could be wrong."

"Yeah, but see the only problem with that is that Remus is never, ever wrong."

"I am too wrong sometimes."

"Oh quit being modest. You. Aren't. Ever. Wrong!"

"And neither are you apparently," James muttered.

"Yes, I know, and I'll admit it too. If you ask me to, I'll make sure the whole world knows it."

"Remus John Lupin! Why didn't you tell me you were here?!" a woman shrieked. Seconds later Remus was engulfed in a tight hug from his second mum.

"Mum," James groaned, looking up at the cloudless brilliant blue sky in exasperation. "Don't kill him yet."

Mrs. Potter pulled back, hands on Remus' wrists, smiling up at him. "When did you get here?"

"About fifteen minutes ago."

"How was the trip?"

"Quick, easy, and safe."

"How are you?"

"Great."

"Are you hungry?"

"No—"

"You've certainly shot up. Look at you growing inches every week! You must be over six feet by now! Come on, we've got to put some meat on your bones."

Mrs. Potter led Remus away, leaving James, who was rolling his eyes, and I to follow.

I elbowed him. "Just wait until Lily gets here."

His face darkened and paled at the same time. "My feelings are mutual about that."

"You aren't happy about seeing her next month?" I exclaimed. "That's rude James. Just plain rude."

"That's not what I meant and you know it."

"Or do I?"

"Well you certainly aren't a brainless rock, so you do know."

"What are we talking about here?"

"How your head is a huge black hole."

"Yay! I can get rid of people using my head! Come here James! Let's test your theory." I reached for him but he took off running into his house.

Grinning like a devil-woman, I gave chase, laughing madly the whole time.

A/N: Ta-da! Book two is OFFICIALLY up! Hope you guys liked this first chapter, and that you'll stick with me like you did for the last one. I'm going to be honest; this one will be quite a bit different than the last, but I hope you'll like it.

So I didn't really expect to get five reviews, but man, they came quick and some of them…wow. Thirty-five reviews? Holy hell...I didn't expect that! These were some of the BEST reviews I've gotten on this story. So, my thank-you's:

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Nike