Disclaimer: Check first chapter.. Oh, I don't know if they had CD players in the Marauder's Era, but because I'm lazy and an idealist, I'm warping time. My world, my inventions…blah blah blah…

Er, I may have made a mistake with the Care of Magical Creatures professor… but I don't know if Kettleburn was the teacher for the Marauders, so it's not as wrong as it could be.

POV: Limited Omnipotent

Chapter Two

Adrian considered herself lucky.

In her second year she had discovered a recently made spell that would let her use electronics in Hogwarts.

The summer before her third year, she had given up on quills and ink, and had brought a full box of notebook paper and pens, journals and sketchbooks. She had been able to convince all of her teachers to let her use them (causing Izzy to comment that Adrian is definitely a Slytherin). Yes, it was strange for a pureblood witch in a house full of muggle-haters to use a muggle object, but her brother's glares scared them off…

She had made it on the Slytherin Quidditch team with her brother as beaters.

She had good friends, a loving father, and a twin who she shared almost every thought and action with.

She was lucky.

But then why did she always seem to find herself in the middle of a feud between houses?

For Salazar's sake, she didn't even care!

It was that damned ability to make friends with all the outcasts… Or maybe it was her belief in equality.

"Miss Lucretia, I asked you how you and your companions came to be here." The stern voice of Minerva McGonagall made Adrian look up.

She thought back to that morning, and how it all happened.

XXXXXX THAT MORNING XXXXXX


It was a clear Saturday, the sky was blue, the birds were singing, the students were procrastinating, and Adrian was heading out to sit under a tree and draw.

Her brother had decided he'd rather sleep in (even though it was already eleven, by Merlin) and Adrian found she would rather be outside, even if it was without her "better half."

Breathing in the fresh air, Adrian was happy.

Because of this, when Adrian had made herself comfortable in the grass, she began to draw a thestral.

Most people when happy will draw bunny rabbits and rainbows, but not Adrian. Adrian would be drawing the bunny with fangs and a human arm next to it, and the rainbow would instead be a gloomy graveyard.

When happy, Adrian was especially morbid.

'Hmm… That's actually a good idea…' She turned the page, and proceeded to sketch out a rabbit outside a cave, with crazy eyes and body parts in medieval clothing laying about it. She giggled to herself.

"What's so funny?"

Surprised, Adrian looked up to meet the amber eyes of Remus.

"May I sit here?" He asked, gesturing to the spot beside Adrian.

"Uh… Sure. Why not."

Adrian mused on her situation; she was a Slytherin and he was a Gryffindor. It honestly wasn't like she really cared about silly, pointless prejudices, or what other purebloods (in other words, and in all probability, future Death Eaters) thought about her, she had enough power in her family to keep her safe from the scorn reserved for blood-traitors…

But did she want to extend her hand in friendship to this scraggly boy? Well, that was going a bit far, she decided. He had only asked to sit next to her… 'Strange, that… but oh well, may as well be polite… A new "ally" could never hurt.' Adrian thought to herself.

"So really, what were you looking at?" Setting his book bag beside him, he pulled out Hogwarts: A History and made himself comfy.

Adrian grinned evilly. "I'm not sure you want to know."

"Oh, really? Try me."

"Is that a challenge?"

"It depends on if you take it as one."

Remus didn't think it was possible, but her grin widened. She passed him her sketchbook, and proceeded to re-tie her hair (now without dreads- no damage, the magic of charms) back with a large clip.

He glanced at the sketch, looked up, and looked at it again.

"Well… that's certainly interesting…"

"Why, thank you." Adrian smirked at him, taking the book back to fill in the details.

"What made you draw that?" She had already spiked his curiosity, and now he was even more interested in her- What made her tick, how she acted, how she thought, the works.

"Oh, just a thought."

"Are you… okay?"

"I'm perfectly fine." That grin was back again. "I'm just in a superbly good mood. It's so pretty outside, you know."

Remus blinked. "Being happy makes you draw violent pictures?"

"Yes." The answer was simple and to the point, but it still sparked questions in him. He sighed, and thought 'At least she doesn't make them moving.'

"Mhm… Can I look through your sketchbook?"

Adrian blanched.

"Um… I don't know… I really don't know you all that well…" And there was the reason for why she shouldn't have let him sit with her.

"Well, I don't want to push you into anything you don't want to do." For some reason, both of them felt that Remus was talking about more than art.

Shaking the strange feelings off, Adrian spoke. "Well… I suppose I could show you a few…" She proceeded to show him drawings of women, in various styles and poses, a dragon, a vampire, a man dressed in women's clothing, and a werewolf.

At the last one, his face paled, and he wanted to ask her why she drew that. It was a painting, and the moon was behind the howling creature.

Resisting the urge to ask her about her (probably negative) opinion on werewolves, he instead chose to compliment her.

"You're really talented."

Adrian smiled at him, and looked him straight in the eye. "Thank you, Remus."

"Why don't you charm them to move?"

"It takes away from the beauty; from the emotion the picture holds. This way, they're held in that condition, where needless movement doesn't distract from the meaning… if that make sense…" Suddenly shy, she looked away. 'Another point against me, if anyone decided to challenge my position as a Proper Pureblood. Oh well…' she thought.

"No, that makes perfect sense. Not may wizards think like that."

Grinning again, Adrian winked at him. "Yep, I'm different then most of the population." Her tone of voice was teasing, but honest, and Remus stuck his tongue out at her.

This started a conversation about the differences of Muggle and Wizard art, and it continued for another fifteen minutes without interruption.

But as they were discussing Victorian style, an obnoxious voice interrupted them.

"Snivellus! What are you doing outside? Shouldn't you be in your dungeon, brewing some stupid potion to make you popular?"

Remus groaned… Not again, not today… Not while he was having such a good conversation. Why did they have to do this EVERY time?

Adrian was having a different reaction… She had reverted back to her clueless self, once her thought process had been broken, and was curious to see what was going on… Was it a lover's spat?

"Leave me the fuck alone, Potter!"

"Oh, running away? How like you! You're a slimy, greasy git!" Sirius spat.

Only a few meters away from them, Sirius, James and Peter had surrounded Severus Snape.

Snape growled, "Please, Black, is that the best you can do? Why don't you go back to your dormitory with your tail between your legs like the filthy dog you are! Then maybe Potter will give you the love you oh-so want from him!"

Adrian had heard worse insults… From her mother, for one, but for some reason, this angered Sirius more than it would have her…

"Furnunculus!" Severus broke out in boils, and his eyes narrowed. He performed a Jelly Legs Jinx, but James and Sirius had easily overpowered him, and he was now hanging by his ankle, wet, with boils and red hair.

Adrian had long since stood up, her wand pulled out from being tucked behind her ear. She should have interfered right away, should have stopped this silly fight… For Merlin's Sake, Severus was a housemate, a friend even! She glanced down at Remus, who had opened Hogwarts: A History, and had a defeated expression on his tired face.

She felt her own throat growl. "Why the fuck aren't you doing anything? It's three against one, it's not fair!"

"I can't do anything."

"Where's that damned Gryffindor courage I hear so much about? They started this whole stupid scene!"

"It's not going to make a difference."

She glared at him, and blew her hair out of her eyes. "Oh, grow a fucking backbone."

Adrian stalked to where the three Gryffindors were poking Severus with sticks.

"Potter, Black, Pettigrew! What the fuck do you think you're doing?" It wasn't a question.

"Just having a bit of fun." James gave her his award-winning smile, expecting her to melt. It didn't work.

"This looks more like torture to me!"

"Oh come on, it's no big deal." Peter spoke up, and received a bat-bogey hex for it.

"Petrificus totalus!" James had still been shocked that a girl (other than Lily) hadn't fell for his charm, even if she was a 'slimy Slytherin,' but Sirius had reacted to the hex cast at Peter.

"Protego!"

She stomped up to Sirius, and punched him in the face. The boys were usually on top of their game, but this was a shocker- someone actually helping Snivellus- a girl helping Snivellus! They had no idea what to do.

The fourth Marauder had put down his book when the bat-bogey hex had been cast. He didn't know if he should get involved now, this was a new situation for him. Remus had already pissed Adrian off by not helping Snape, and he didn't want her to hate him for hexing her from behind. 'What should I do?'

"Oh, da bitch broke by nose!"

Four things happened then, so quick that few caught all of them. Severus fell from his hanging position, and shot a Hair Growth charm at James. James had shouted "expelliarmus" at the same time as Adrian shouted "Densaugeo" at him.

Adrian's wand flew from her grasp, and instead of running after it, she launched herself at the hairy, bucktoothed James. She fell flat on her face, a bleeding Sirius grinning.

"WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?"

Three new people had joined the fray. Izzy started exchanging hexes with Peter, as Rami faced off against James. Severus had taken the opportunity handed to him to stumble to the infirmary. Adrian lay curled up in a ball, and as Remus watched, her furious twin rounded on Sirius.

Remus picked his way through the battling peers to help up Adrian, and when he reached the castle, a bloody Sirius ran past him, Dominic following.

Remus had never seen the boy show such emotion. He was usually stoic and calm, but now, Remus swore that Dom's ears were steaming.

Dom saw red. He hadn't been this angry since… since… Bad things had happened.

He slammed Sirius up against a wall, adrenaline coursing through his body. It was a serious brawl- one of his ribs was cracked, and his jaw hurt like hell. But Dom had returned the favors to Sirius; though he knew that the nose was not his own doing- his sister had a damn good right hook.

"What the f- what the fuck do you think you were doing?"

"She hit me first!"

"Don't you-ever-dare to EVER hurt my sister-ever again!" He stumbled through his words, so angry that he was.

Sirius hit him in the face, and they proceeded to roll around on the floor, hitting each other. Dom knew that there would be at least one black eye tomorrow.

"You two! Separate at once!"

Two sets of hands pulled them apart, marching them to the infirmary.

"Madame Pomfrey, I have to more for you!" McGonagall called into the room, practically throwing Sirius onto one of the beds, as Septima Vector did the same to Dom, but gentler.

While Pomfrey fussed over his rib hastily, Dom looked around the room. His sister lay at on a bed across from him, curled up and moaning. Dominic wondered what Sirius did to her, red clouding his vision. A few beds down from were she lay, Remus sitting next to her, lay Severus Snape who was asleep.

Izzy and Rami burst through the doors, and Peter Pettigrew were not far behind them. For a moment, he thought they had made up, but behind them was a furious Professor Sprout, and after they had lain down on beds, she joined Vector and McGonagall in their muttering.

Pomfrey thrust a potion at him, and he drained it, grimacing at the taste. He watched her turn to where Sirius lay, and sleep took him.

XXXXXX PRESENT XXXXXX


Adrian finished her story. She had told Professor McGonagall, Professor Slughorn (her head of house) and Professor Dumbledore how she had been sitting with Remus when Sirius, James and Peter had attacked Severus, how she had gone up to defend him when Remus didn't move, all the way to her being hexed with whatever that terrible feeling had been. She didn't want to know, but Madame Pomfrey had certainly given her a lot of potions for it…. And then there was the throwing up… That had been a problem…

Mentally, Adrian made a face.

She looked at her hands, not wanting to face their disappointed faces. "I know I didn't react the right way, I should have gotten a Professor. But… It just made me so mad, they were so…" She drifted off, nervously focusing her attention on her bag. It had been brought up from the grounds by a House Elf, who she had thanked profusely until it had started sobbing and groping at her leg.

"Miss Lucretia, I'm going to have to remove twenty five points each from Slytherin because of this. And you have detention for the next four Saturdays." Professor Slughorn promptly walked off when he finished telling her punishment, and McGonagall followed.

"Lemon drop, Miss Lucretia?"

"Um… sure."

"You were right of course. You did handle it wrong." She glanced up after Dumbledore had spoken, and his eyes twinkled at her.

"Yes, sir. Just, I had to do something… And Remus wouldn't. " Adrian couldn't stop focusing on this. It felt like a betrayel.

He smiled kindly at Adrian. "I know you had good enough reason. And also, I'm sure Mr. Lupin had one as well."

"Yes, sir."

"What would you have done, if it was your friends?" He seemed genuinely curious, so Adrian replied honestly.

"I don't think my Rami or Izabel would… Maybe Dominic, he's the one that gets the angriest… But usually only when one of us gets hurt first…" She was rambling now.

"And…" Dumbledore prompted.

"I think I would still tell them to stop, if they started it. Honestly, I wouldn't put up with that from them. But… maybe I would feel confused… I mean… they are my friends… I don't like butting heads with them; they've helped me through so much."

"That's how Remus feels, my dear." He smiled affectionately at her, looking like he was considering something.

"Yes, well. I might be a bit hesitant if it happened, but I'd still stop them from torturing some poor boy! Er… Sorry Professor."

"Yes, yes, that's good. It's very good that you can stick up for yourself and others. You have a good heart, Miss Lucretia." He smiled, again. "Now get some rest, and do try and stay out of fights for awhile."

He left, and Adrian snuggled up to her pillow. 'That was strange… But I can't say it didn't help me think about what Remus was feeling.'

It had been three days since the "Incident" as Izzy liked to call it, and Adrian was the last person left in the Hospital Wing.

She blew a strand of hair out of her eyes, and drifting into sleep, dreaming of vampire bunnies, Monty Python and cuddly werewolves that brought her coffee.