So, this is my first Harry Potter story but not my first fanfic. I decided, in honour of the end of the Harry Potter series, to try writing a story about the wonderful world of magic. However, I am quite fond of the Marauders, more specifically Sirius Black, so don't expect to see Harry, Ron or Hermione.

Summary: He's the illustrious troublemaker; she's the school's chameleon. In spite of everything, two completely different people realize that the other side doesn't seem so bad after all.

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters, places, spells or anything else to do with Harry Potter; that pleasure belongs to the talented J.K. Rowling.

Chapter One: Frosty Paws

Six years ago I first passed through the seemingly solid wall between Platforms 9 and 10 in King's Cross Station, only to find myself in an entirely different world. Now, moving onto my seventh and final year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, the shock of seeing so many people like me in one place has finally worn off. No longer do I stop and gaze at the thin women with their tall, pointed hats or the plump men in old-fashioned Muggle clothing. I am also immune to the unusual pets that some students bring with them to school, like barn owls, toads, or the odd tarantula. Finally, at seventeen years of age, I consider myself experienced in the ways of the Wizarding world.

I pushed my trolley past a group of rowdy boys and maneuvered around a large family hugging their children goodbye. The Hogwarts Express would be leaving in ten minutes so the first half of the train was probably full, leaving the only empty compartments in at the very back.

Near the end of the train, a very pretty young woman with silky blonde hair waved me over. Smiling, I pushed my trolley faster, eager to greet a familiar face. After almost crushing three second years, I finally managed to fling my arms around my best friend.

"Cameron!" she squealed as I almost popped her head off from squeezing her so tightly.

I laughed at her annoyance, "Mary!" I mocked.

I pulled back to get a good look at the best friend I haven't talked to all summer. Mary Macdonald has always been one of the more attractive seventh year girls; now with her sun-kissed, shoulder length, blonde hair she'll have to beat the boys back with a troll club. With the body of a model and gorgeous wavy blonde hair, she could make millions on the runway. Instead all she wants to do is write the world's largest Encyclopedia on all the known magical plants and their properties. Alright, I admit, I am a little bit jealous.

"I haven't heard from you all summer! What happened? Did you spend two months living in a cave eating rats or something?" Mary exclaimed.

I sighed, "How many times have we been over this Mary? Owls can't fly across the Atlantic."

"I know," she pouted and stuffed her hands in her jeans, "I just missed you. It's just so boring living as a Muggle now when I can finally use magic outside of school." At my startled look she elaborated, "My parents don't want me using magic in front of my brothers and sisters. Out of ten kids I'm the only one with any magical ability and my parents don't want my siblings to feel left out. Although I think my little brother Jason somehow managed to turn Alexandria's stuffed teddy bear orange last week."

"Did he really?" I grunted unladylike while tugging my trunk up the steps of the Hogwarts Express. Mary grabbed the other end and helped me lift my trunk onto the luggage rack. "Not green or blue or yellow? Why orange?" I asked as we went out to grab Mary's trunk and my owl.

"Well," she breathed, "Alexandria called him a rotten tomato so I think he was really aiming for red."

We relax back into the burgundy cushions on the compartment seats as the final whistle blew and the Hogwarts Express jerked forward. From my seat at the window I watched as mothers and fathers waved goodbye to their children and younger siblings were clutching their mothers' legs with fat tears flowing down their cheeks. I smiled to myself, remembering the time my father stood on that platform just like all the other parents. Not wanting to dig too deep into those memories I turned back to Mary.

"So your parents didn't come with you this time?" I asked, curious why she was alone.

"Yeah," Mary shrugged, "Jessica, my twelve-year-old sister, got pneumonia so she's their top priority right now." I felt a twinge of pity for Jessica, afterall; I once had pneumonia when I was ten.

"So how is she doing- Oh! Hi Ginger!"

Ginger Yates is another one of those ridiculously good looking girls. Confident, assertive, and full of common sense, she is the ideal Ravenclaw Prefect. Over the summer she had cut her dark, strawberry blonde hair into a sleek bob which made her face seem sharper and rather intimidating. However, after being friends with Ginger for five years, I am quite aware of the fact that she is nothing more than a big softie with a cold exterior (which for some reason guys find attractive). Mary and I took turns giving her hugs before offering her a seat.

"Sorry girls, have to go to the Prefect's compartment for the first bit. Maybe I'll drop by later," She waved good bye and headed towards the front of the train.

"You know," I began, "You could've owled Ginger during the summer if you wanted contact from the Wizard world so much."

Mary shrugged, "Well, yeah, I owled her, but it's just not the same."

"Aww," I cooed, "Mary really missed her best friend."

"Shut up"

I grinned at her response, same pouty, sulking Mary. However, a shuffle outside the compartment door caught my attention. I lifted my finger to my lips, signaling for Mary to be quiet incase someone was listening in. The shuffling noise was soon followed by a thud and a squeak as someone fell on the floor. I smile as I recognized the squeaky noise and opened the door to find a rather plump seventh year with mousy brown hair sitting on the corridor floor, nursing his toe.

"Hello Peter," I sang. He looked up startled at the sudden greeting but quickly scrambled up. Even after six years, Peter Pettigrew had not changed a single bit. He still had the same watery blue eyes, large front teeth and a strange awkwardness that he never seemed to grow out of.

"Cameron! You have to hide me! Please!"

"Umm… Okay," I let him into the compartment and closed the door. He nervously greeted Mary and sat down beside her, wringing his hands in his lap. I've been friends with Peter since our first train ride to Hogwarts. We were two kids who didn't know anyone else and were completely invisible to the rest of the student body. Of course, not much has changed since then, I still blend into the crowd and compared to his friends, Peter is still invisible.

"So who are you hiding from this time Peter?" Mary asked conversationally. Peter's cheeks turned red, not out of embarrassment though, he's had a huge crush on Mary since fourth year.

"Umm … well, no-one important… j-just a friend," he squeaked.

"Aww, c'mon Peter," I prompted, "Tell your dear friend Cameron Morgan all about the big bad bully."

Peter turned pale, "Y-you better not say that, he's in a f-foul enough mood as it is. I don't want him getting angrier b-be-because someone called him a-a bully."

"Who is it?" Mary and I asked. Peter opened his mouth but froze, his eyes flickering in terror at the sound of someone stomping down the corridor. The footsteps stopped outside our compartment and the shadow of a person appeared in the foggy glass. I jumped as the compartment door slammed open and felt my blood run cold at the young man in the doorway.

Sirius Black was standing in the doorway.

A very pissed off Sirius Black was standing in the doorway.

A very pissed off yet somehow exceedingly attractive Sirius Black was standing in the doorway.

First off, there are several things people should know about Sirius Black. Yes, he is one of those Blacks. No, he is not at all like any of those Blacks. Yes, he is so attractive that by simply mentioning his name in the fourth-year girl's dorm, one can cause several fainting spells. No, he is not a man-whore. Finally, yes, he does not share his family's views. No, he still retains the famous Black temper.

"Wormtail," he growled, glaring at the pale boy. His dark eyebrows were drawn low over his stormy eyes, making them glow an unearthly pale colour. He approached the shaking boy, paying no attention to the fact that there were two girls in the compartment. He focused in on his prey. "Did you runaway from me as well? Do you not like hanging out with your good buddy Sirius Black?"

"No!" squeaked Peter, "I-I…j-just w-w-wanted too…" he trailed off as Sirius' lips pulled back into a sneer. I wasn't quite sure what to do as I don't know what Sirius is so angry about. All I know is that even Lily Evans, who is the bravest girl I know, has a hard time staring eye to eye with the infamous Black Death Glare.

"First Moony is a goody-two-shoe, then James turns traitor, and now my last remaining friend can't even stay in the same compartment as me? And what are you looking at Macdonald?" He turned and snapped at Mary, who was staring at him in complete disbelief. My friend's cheeks turned scarlet and she buried her nose in her Muggle magazine. Feeling a little annoyed at the way he treated my friend, I gathered up what little courage I had to say something that would take his attention away from my friends.

"James Potter is a traitor?" I asked. Sirius jumped in shock and spun around to meet my eyes. I was somewhat pleased that the anger on his face was replaced by surprise, but also disappointed that he didn't notice me before hand.

"Merlin," He breathed, "I didn't hear you come in Morgan."

I forced a tiny smile on my face, trying to ignore the frustrated feeling clawing at the walls of my stomach, "I've been here the entire time Sirius."

"Really?" He asked, "I never noticed you."

I felt my cheek muscle strain to hold my neutral face as the unintentional insult cut me deep inside. "I don't need spells or Invisibility Cloaks to become invisible."

A small sniffle broke the calmness that settled behind the eyes of Sirius Black. Annoyance broke the surface and he rounded on Peter, grabbing his arm and hauling him out the compartment door. "You are coming to sit with me," growled the black haired Gryffindor, "whether you like it or not."

"Bye Peter," I called to his retreating body. Turning back to Mary I asked, "James Potter is a traitor?"

Mary shrugged, turning back to her magazine, "They probably had another argument, we'll find out soon enough. Remember last time they had a fight?"

I shuddered, not wishing to relive those memories.

The rolling fields outside the train became mountainous hills with thick pine trees and dense forests. As the Hogwarts Express slowed down, several younger students ran up and down the corridors in a state of panic. I straightened out my school robes once more and pushed back some of my long brown hair that managed to escape my ponytail. Mary and I locked up our trunks and disembarked with the hundreds of other students as the train stopped at the Hogsmeade platform.

As we reached the "horse-less" carriages, I couldn't help but run my hand over the bony spine of a Thestral. No, I cannot see them; however, my grandparents have several on their ranch in Canada. So after spending the past four years taking care of them, I'm no longer afraid of the creature that is considered a dark omen in the Wizarding world.

Mary and I were followed into a carriage by our fellow Gryffindor roommates Dorcas Meadowes and Lily Evans. Dorcas has always been the athletic one out of the four of us, making the Gryffindor Quidditch team as a Chaser in her fourth year (of course, I prefer to hide my swimming ability and Muggle life guarding job, not wanting the attention athletes receive at Hogwarts). Tanned with light brown hair and dark brown eyes, Dorcas is somewhat like a surfer girl. Lily, on the other hand, is a well-known bookworm with one heck of a temper when she gets fired up, especially if James Potter is the target. Her thick, red hair and sparkling green eyes are two of the many reasons James cannot leave her alone.

However, I noticed Lily had something new pinned on her robes. "You got Head Girl? Congratulations Lily!"

Mary offered her compliments too but Lily just shook her head in exasperation. "I don't want it anymore."

"Why?" I asked. Everyone knew that Lily had been after the Head Girl position since fifth year.

"Because it means I have to deal with him," she snarled. At our questioning looks she elaborated, "James Potter."

"Oh, we'll you always manage to somehow put him in his place," said Mary as our carriage stopped right in front of the Entrance Hall doors. "You can give him detentions now and everything!"

Lily just hung her head and trudged into the Great Hall. "What's up with her?" I asked.

Dorcas smirked, "She's just found out that the aforementioned James Potter is Head Boy."

"What?!"

"Yeah, you should've seen her face," Dorcas said as we sat down at the Gryffindor table, Lily stared down at the empty plate in front of her, obviously trying to tune out the conversation, "She kept telling me how Remus Lupin was sure to be Head Boy. Then when James walks into the Prefect compartment with the Head Boy bag she-"

"Don't you say another word," hissed Lily as she slapped her hand over the brunette's mouth, "I don't need everyone knowing!"

"Oi! Evans!"

I watched as a tall seventh year Gryffindor with messy, jet black hair and hazel eyes almost skipped down the aisle between tables towards us. Although he was never, and will never, be as good-looking as Sirius, James Potter was still very attractive. Beside him was the tall, blonde, Remus Lupin, a sickly seventh year who seemed to have some sort of chronic illness. Following the two was Peter who would glance over his shoulder occasionally at Sirius who was several feet behind the three and glaring heatedly at the back of James' head.

"Well, now we know why Sirius was so upset earlier. His best friend is the enemy," whispered Mary. I nodded in response as James sat down on the bench next to the redhead, grinning as she buried her head in her arms. Remus and Peter sat down next to James but Sirius squeezed between them and hopped over the table. He sat down beside me and continued to glare at James from across the table. Trying to ignore the sparks shooting up my arm, I focused on James who was prodding Lily's head with his finger.

"Are you doing okay now Evans? Not feeling light headed or a bit queasy?" Lily's muffled response didn't sound too pleasant but James chose to ignore that part, along with the fact that Sirius was still boring holes in his head. "Not going to faint again are you?"

"Faint?" Mary said, "Did you actually pass out Lily?"

"Yup!" Dorcas said cheerfully as Lily lifted her head to glare across the table, "Right when she realized James was Head Boy." Remus and James snickered while Lily's forehead turned bright red.

"I am going to kill you Potter!" Lily grumbled.

James sighed, "Only once Padfoot is done with me," he turned to look at Sirius, "When are you going to give it up mate? I can't do anything about this!"

Sirius sneered, "Only when I get an apology for having to ride the train without you! After six straight years of tradition you decide to go and have tea and crumpets with all the stuck up snobs and leave me alone."

"I already told you, I had no choice. Honestly Black, get a grip!"

People all around our area were staring at the two feuding friends. James Potter and Sirius Black always seemed more like brothers then best friends, but now they were both glaring fiercely at each other, unaware at how unsettled the Gryffindor table was. Even Lily seemed worried, lifting her head to glance back and forth between the two. I looked at both their faces, disturbed by the death glares they were sending across the table. The tense atmosphere was broken by the arrival of Professor McGonagall, the first years, and the school sorting hat. While everyone turned their attention towards the front of the Great Hall, I couldn't help but notice how neither Sirius nor James turned their eyes away from the other.

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