Siriusprotégé

Oblivious

Disclaimer: Every thing you read here belongs to the wonderful J K Rowling and not me! Everything you don't recognize as J K Rowling's' is mine! Thanks to the over-active imagination of a 15 year old girl.

Summary: Lily Evans' life is far from perfect. She's an orphan and lives with her best friend rather than spending time with her horrible sister. Her life is not as good as it appears to be and things get a lot more complicated when the Marauders, the most popular guys in school begin to notice her and her friends. Especially one Marauder in particular. From Lily's point of view. Kind of like a diary.

WARNING: there will be alcohol abuse and a lot of swearing in this fanfic.

Chapter 2

Damn, my back.

I woke up around seven this morning with gruelling back cramp and one hell of a hangover. Luckily Toddie made us a HOC (hangover cure). I swear that house elf is a genius; he makes some home mad concoction with a happiness potion mixed in so we end up acting like we're drunk again for the first ten minutes after drinking the stuff.

O bollocks.

I just read my last entry about last night. Of course it took me an age to decipher my writing, but if what I've read happened then we are in big trouble. I hope Lottie has something to blackmail the Brats with. O God not to mention the Marauders.

O my giddy aunt! Lottie has just put on "Rescue Me" by Fontella Bass as loud as she possibly can and at the moment is chasing Katie around the kitchen, singing at the top of her particularly boisterous voice. If you have ever heard Lottie singing you will understand why Katie's running.

I can't help it. I've got to dance - no one can resist that rhythm! I'm trying very hard to drown out Lottie but I'm beginning to think nothing will shut her up. The girl may be blessed with looks and brains, but her singing voice is worse than a tomcat yowling.

"Do you think they're still drunk?" Whoever said that wasn't female. Katie's gone bright red and Lottie is now banging her head on the counter top, but she is still singing loudly. Turning round who do I see? Yes, you guessed it: the Marauders are out in full force. Wearing, surprisingly, the same as Lottie i.e. boxers and a t-shirt. Why do they have to grin like that?

"You guys are remarkably…" Potter seems to be struggling. I'll help him out a bit. Just this once.

"Happy?"

"Alive. For people who were absolutely out of it last night." He's doing that bloody lop sided grin. You know I think he thinks it's cute. How wrong he is.

"How was the floor last night Price? I hear it's very comfy." Black is such a… Lots want to write something.

Oooo and here was me thinking star boy was all brawn and no brains!

Immature I know, but that's Lottie for you! Laughing at the comment anyway I've earned myself an odd look from the Marauders. Katie wants to read it.

"You know that could be misinterpreted as a complement," Katie always picks up on these things.

"I suppose but think of my tone of voice and my facial expression," Lottie looks at her with a raised eyebrow. Katie laughs

The boys exchange looks and look like they're about to ask something…think Evans. What can you say to get them off this topic…wait a minute they came from the north stairs!

The north wing is the only wing that has stairs leading directly to the kitchens and therefore is our wing. Our haven has been breached!

"What did you…?"

"What were you doing coming from our wing?" I cut in quickly.

"Your wing? We just came down the stairs outside our rooms." Lupin looks confused.

"Your rooms? But all of the Brats' friends are meant to be in their wing. Your rooms are in their wing. Why were you in ours?" Lottie's in interrogating mode.

"Well…er…we kind of had enough of the…er…'Brats' and their friends as you call them and asked your dad if we could be moved as far away from them as possible," Potter actually looks slightly disgusted.

"Oh, he's not Lily's dad. But that's not the point, what did they do? You seemed fond enough of them last night." Lottie's looking wide eyed and innocent, this means she's up to something. Oh, of course, the mistletoe!

"Well this stupid mistletoe started hanging over our heads so every time the…er…'Brats' saw us they stuck their tongues down our throats." Ew! Black has no idea when to stop on the details does he?

Lottie's biting her lip to stop herself from grinning, "That must have been a real hardship for you."

Katie's now disappeared under the table…I may have to join her soon… that or go purple.

"Well you try having someone you can't stand sticking their tongues down your throat at every possible opportunity,"

"Too much detail Black… Tell me is your language usually this crude or just about people you hate?" Lottie's getting back at him for the floor comment and I'm pretty sure I'm purple at the moment. "Oh, sorry to ruin your morning, but it looks like the Brats are going to be doing that for a long time. The mistletoe hasn't gone away yet," Lottie finishes with a triumphant simile. I'm having an awful lot of trouble breathing.

Suddenly there is a muffled voices coming down the corridor, "Ned I don't care what you say! Tell me the truth!" Charlie's just trailed in after Ned looking more than a little put out.

Humph. This had peaked my interest, "truth about what? Who are you talking about?"

"What?" he looks worried, "Oh nothing…ok, you and Lottie. Wait a minute," uh oh I really don't like the way his eyes have lit up… it is very unnerving. "Lily isn't a Price. Lily can be saved! We must save Lily!" Ok now I'm extremely worried.

"What are you going on about AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH" Charlie has just picked me up and is at this moment throwing me out into the snow in my pyjamas…HE IS DEAD!

"I don't care what you say you are not getting me outside in this. NED PUT ME DOWN!" Ok so now Lottie and Katie have joined me and I don't know about the other two but I am seriously pissed off.

"This means war!" grabbing a fist full of snow I pelt it as hard as I can in Ned's direction hitting him square in the face. "Yes!" I pump my arm in the air, but my victory was short lived… as both Charlie and Ned started to bombard us with snow balls.

We fought back - winning of course, seeing as it was three against two. The Marauders are just standing in the door watching… and they say they know how to have fun! Well they've got a funny way of showing it!

"Uh oh!" Katie just threw a snow ball and has some how managed to hit Black straight in the face. It would have been a good shot… except she was aiming for Charlie who just happens to be left of them… far left of them…like 2 metres left.

"Oi what was that for?" he doesn't look too happy.

"Serves you right Black! For standing like a bloody mongoose in the middle of a snowball fight!" Lottie quickly ducks as Black send a snowball flying her way.

"Lils, if I had any idea that calling him a bleeding mongoose would make him chase me I wouldn't of called him one!" Lottie mutters as she runs past me as fast as she can, I can't help but laugh… my laugh was cut short however as I got a mouthful of snow complements of Potter. This snow fight is getting bigger and more personal by the second.

"NO! Put me down! I swear Edward Price if you drop me in this stream I will make you wish you were never born!" Ned's holding Lottie up by her feet as if he's about to dunk her in the stream.

"Sorry sister dear, I am immune to your threats." Ned grinned and motioning Charlie to go get someone else to put in the stream. Poor them.

"AAAAA! No Charlie no! Put me down! Charlie if you put me down I'll give you a chocolate chip cookie! Please? AAAA" O My Giddy Aunt this water is so cold you have no idea!

"You are so going to die for doing that!"

"Any idea's Lots?" I mutter under my breath at her,

"A few but what's yours?" damn that girl knows me so well.

"Do you still have the album of embarrassing photos you were going to reveal on Ned and Charlie's wedding days?" She nodded slowly, trying to stop the weeds in her hair from falling onto her face. "Well you know how they've got Chloe and Alice over?"

"Yes, what's your point?"

"Well, since Chloe and Alice are over, I think we should give the brides a little preview."

"Oh, we're wicked" Lottie's grinning evilly at me and I'm fairly certain I have the same image on my face. I told you Lottie had corrupted me.

"Lottie Price and Lily Evans get out of that stream immediately!"

"Uh oh." That was Newboobs "some how I don't think she's too happy." I murmur to Lottie as we head towards the bank of the stream.

"Of course she's not happy Lils we aren't acting in the way that proper ladies should." Lottie imitated Newboobs scarily well.

Ned, still laughing, held out his hand and pulled Lottie and I out of the stream, giving his sister a quick look up and down as we walked back to the house, he suddenly realised what she was wearing, "Why the hell are you wearing my boxers? And for that matter my air-tex?"

"Your boxers are comfy and so are your air-texs so I'm wearing them." Lottie replied shrugging, oblivious to the fact she now had the attention of everybody in the hall.

"Ok let me re-phrase this. How did you get them?"

"You remember that time you found Lily and I in town? And we then crashed at yours and Charlie's?"

"Yes"

"Well you lent them to me to sleep in and I never gave them back." Finding this an adequate answer he shrugged and grabbed her in a head lock messing up her soaking raven black hair with his knuckles.

Breaking free and using me as a human shield she dragged me up the steps and into the doorway where I stood still in temporary surprise. I had not expected to reach the doorway that quickly, especially when I was sure my feet had frost bite.

"Mistletoe, Lils!" Ned shouted out of no where just as Potter started to walk through the doorway.

"Huh?" I looked at him in surprise just as Lottie whirled round in amusement to see the out come of her brothers' trouble making. Potter being the idiot that he is stood still and looked up to see the bloody mistletoe.

"You and James are under the mistletoe," I looked at Ned then at Lottie then finally at Potter before looking back at Ned

"Really?" then taking one particularly long step to the side, into the safety of the Hall I grinned, "not any more!" then I caught a glance at Potter's face when I turned to go upstairs and almost burst out laughing, it was quite obvious he wasn't used to girls doing that to him. Arrogant bugger!

I followed Katie upstairs whilst dragging a hyperventilating Lottie behind me, "Lottie we are going to need something a lot crueller than that photo album."

"I don't know what you're in a stress about; did you see Potter's face? It was priceless. So was Black's for that matter. Oh you make me so proud Lils! Finally I have nothing left to teach you!" Lottie smiled her award winning smile at me.

I shoved her into her room, "go get changed you stupid woman. And have a shower - you smell of pond water."

"So do you!"

"Shut up!"

An Hour Later (Ok two hours later… fine two hours and a half!):

Finally! After having a shower and after making sure all signs and smells of the stream had been banished I rooted through my wardrobe for something relatively smart for me to wear. However, I was having little success. Not because I lack smart clothes but because my wardrobe at home is very different to the wardrobe I have at school.

You see like I've mentioned before Lottie, Katie and I don't like being noticed by people. We're quite shy I guess. Anyway, so our clothes at school are usually not fitted and rather baggie, for example an air-tex, a hoodie and a pair of jeans that are usually a size to big.

At home however our clothes are fitted and could be considered revealing – though not slutty (well not often); we have no friends around here so we don't mind people looking from a distance as long as they don't approach us and we don't have to talk to them.

Now you're probably wondering why on earth I'm worried and why I don't just go to my trunk and get out some of the clothes from school. Well two reasons spring to mind

1) Lottie's dad wouldn't approve when we have such nice clothes upstairs.

2) our trunks are up in the attic waiting to go back to school. And the attic is unfortunately completely un-reachable.

So I ended up settling for a pair of very nice jeans, with a pair of black court shoes and a black top that has long sleeves made of a gauzy material, but off the shoulders with a bodice which you could undo to show your stomach if you wanted, I chose to leave it done up – I don't want the guests perving at me.

I asked the mirror Ned had given me for Christmas a few years ago to do my usual make-up. Then it dried my hair and gave me a side parting that caused voluptuous curls to constantly fall in my face. Normally it would irritate the hell out of me but right now I'm happy as long as it hides my face.

Finally finished I went to see Lottie who had obviously also given up on finding something not fitted, she settled for a low–cut sapphire blue shirt, the same colour as her eyes, a pair of tight jeans and some blue court shoes. The collar of her shirt was pulled up - her trade mark. Her make-up was similar to mine, except black kohl made her eyes stand out from her face, accentuating her striking appearance; her long raven black hair was poker straight and had a side-parting which caused it to frame her face.

"Hey Lils, I'm almost ready. Katie's already down stairs, she's not staying but she's waiting for us to say goodbye." Lottie put on a long silver necklace that would go as low as the cut of her shirt, after that we went downstairs.

Katie's parents had already flooed back home so Katie was just waiting for us in the hallway, "hey guys, I've got to go now. Mum and dad weren't too comfortable so they decided to go, but I wanted to say good bye," Katie smiled at us, flicking her wavy, dirty blonde hair out of her face.

Katie was one of those people that when you first looked at them you don't think they're that special, but the more you look at them the prettier they become until you think they're the prettiest person you have ever seen. It was something in the way her eyes sparkled and her smile was so ready with everyone. She's by far the most optimistic and grounded of the three of us.

"Traitor! You're abandoning us for the safety of your own home. Leaving us to the mercy of the people in this house, our only weapons being tight low-cut tops and Irish teas, champagne and maybe the odd vodka? How could you!" Lottie, always over-dramatic, just can't say a simple good bye, she has to embellish it until it's unrecognisable.

I decide to say bye with a hug and a simple "you lucky sod, you better be praying for us!" Katie just laughs and waves before jumping into the green flames and disappearing from sight.

"Ok, here's the game plan, Lots. You get a bottle of champagne and stash it in the second lounge, I'll get a couple of glasses, we make an appearance, smile, pretend we aren't uncomfortable in our clothes then run into the second lounge get pissed and hide for the rest of the day. What do you say?" I look at her expectantly; she looks straight back at me an eyebrow raised, I mean is it actually fair for someone to be striking, funny, intelligent and elegant? I don't think so.

"You've been practising this haven't you?" the corners of her mouth twitching slightly.

"Yes, why? Did I over do it?" I ask.

"No it's a brilliant idea Lils, now you go get the glasses and I'm off for the champagne. I'm modifying it slightly though. There is absolutely no we are getting pissed on one bottle… a bottle each however might just do the trick!" she winks and disappears, must go and find the glasses.

Officially 16 hundred hours, New Years day.

My brilliant idea didn't seem to be so brilliant after all. Well, the first bit worked, after Lottie returned we re-entered the "socializing room", as Newboobs calls it and was forced to put up with being stared at and forced to talk to a series of ancient beings who pose as the top of wizarding society but actually that is only a ploy to cover the fact that they are the biggest perverts on the bloody planet.

I'm mean I can put up with people staring at me, I embarrass my self so much that I'm used to it now, but after I had my arse grabbed for the 15th time by someone who I'm pretty sure was alive in the middle ages I decided enough was enough, I quickly went to look for Lottie who had been cornered by what looked like three Egyptian mummies all telling her that "their son's had recently come of age and they're looking for a suitable bride"

Grabbing her we make a quick escape into the second lounge, found the bottles, popped the corks and forgot about such civilized things as glasses and started drinking it straight from the bottle. However our moment of peace was to be short lived.

No sooner had we settled ourselves down in our favourite chairs than we were joined by the Marauders and their fanatical following. Now I can handle old men looking me up and down, lets be honest they haven't got much life left in them, but when the Marauders do it, I wanted to crawl into my size 16 hoodie and never reappear.

Shifting uncomfortably under their gaze I glare at them, Lottie however decided to take a more verbal approach, "Olivia get you ruddy friends out of our bleeding lounge, we've had enough perverts for the day thank-you very much!"

The Marauders raised their eyebrows to the point where you can't see them any more, "Shut up Charlotte! Please, come in and sit down!" Olivia smiled politely at her friends and they all came and sat themselves down on the sofas. Groaning audibly I take a long swig of my Champagne and I am now going to scribble in this until I fall a sleep.

6 o'clock pm

I've just woken up and fortunately in my normal position, both my legs over one arm and my back resting against the other, head leaned against the back of the chair. I'm pretty sure all the circulation has been cut off from my legs, but at least I'm not flashing at anybody.

Lottie however doesn't sleep in such an elegant position. She's so much like a dog it's actually funny. She had one leg over the back of her chair and the other on an arm. Her head then rests on the actual seat, not very lady-like and gives anyone who looks at her an excellent view down the front of her top. I probably should wake her up. Grabbing a pillow I throw it at her and luckily it lands on top of her face. She takes one look at me and…

"AAAAAAHHHHHHH" she screams, falling off the chair and landing sprawled out on the floor, I don't believe it. When did Lottie decide to die her hair Florescent blue? "Lils hunny when did you decide to go platinum?"

"What? I didn't. When did you die your hair Florescent blue?"

"I didn't," Looking slightly amused she stands up and looks at herself in the mirror, I quickly follow suit, and sure enough my hair is such a fake colour blonde that I look like a hooker wearing a wig, I'm not quite sure whether to laugh or cry but one look at Lottie with Florescent blue hair quickly makes my decision. I burst out laughing. Lottie quickly joins in.

Pointing at her I manage to gasp out, "You look like a blueberry!"

"What you don't think it brings out the colour of my eyes?" She says sarcastically, "Besides a blueberry is far better than looking like Malibu Barbie, you look like a hooker with a wig on!" Suddenly, she clasps her hand over her mouth and stumbles backwards tripping and falls ever so un-elegantly onto the floor. Eyes wide and bursting with laughter she spat out, "I have a brilliant beyond brilliant idea!"

She had that look in her eye that means one thing. This is going to be fun! Whatever it is I am so game, "What?"

"We already have hooker hair right?" where was this is going? "so I'm thinking short skirts, tight tops, lots of makeup, clubs and a bet!" her eyes sparkling she looks at me, I can't help the maniacal grin that is spreading over my face.

"What's the bet?" I ask, grinning Lottie jumps to her feet and starts pulling me out of the lounge.

"Five galleons says that I get more propositions than you."

"You are so on, meet me in the hallway in and hour!" Running upstairs and into my room as fast as I can I quickly root through my wardrobe until I find a short leather skirt that could be mistaken for a belt, a top that is completely see through round the stomach and quickly grab a pair of fishnet suspenders, finding some black knee-high boots, and a denim jacket I start work on my makeup.

This time I black my eyes out, put on bright red lipstick, some dark blusher and foundation, I plaster my eye lashes with mascara to make them longer and black, I decided to leave my hair so my voluptuous Blonde curls still fall in my face, I look like the perfect slapper. Finally satisfied I go outside and wait for Lottie.

Lottie is already waiting for me, leaning against the wall she was wearing bright blue court shoes the same colour as her hair, black fishnet tights with holes in random places a tight black skirt, with a huge clasp, actually it could be a belt! A blue and black top that could have been painted on her, slashed in casual places around her stomach, it also showed off an awful lot of her cleavage and showed how skinny she was.

It reminded me how close to being anorexic Lottie had been last year, now however I'm glad to report that she can't get enough of food, however she never really looks like she's recovered properly. Any way her outfit is finished off with a leather jacket, makeup the same as mine and a cigarette sticking out from bright red lips, Neither of us really smoke but it goes with the role so I take the one she offers me and grin as I light it.

We walk down stairs carefully and get as far as the door before we heard, "Lottie Price and Lily Evans where are you going?" Ned's looking at us wide eyed and ever so slightly annoyed.

"Someone blessed us with this wonderful hair, so we figured seeing that we already have hooker hair we might as well finish off the theme, that's about right isn't it?" Lottie nods.

"Then we decided it would be funny to have a bet to see how many propositions each of us can get. It's about five galleons each at the moment feel free to join in. We'll let you know tomorrow who won," smiling charmingly at her brother Lottie turns around and climbs into the car after me.

1 o'clock (am), Operation hooker finally finished.

I definitely shouldn't have had that last shot. Everything seems to be spinning, and I know I'm not walking in a straight line, but by fuck that was scary. Fun to begin with but terrifying towards the end.

When Lottie and I got in the car we immediately opened a bottle of something, what it was I'm not completely sure but it was definitely alcoholic, so by the time we reached the bars we were slightly pissed.

We managed to get into the bars without any trouble and were immediately propositioned by two old guys, laughing we told them we were on a break but if they checked back later we might be available. We had a lot of breaks that night!

Getting drinks wasn't really a problem and we managed to get with a few fit guys, who just wanted a good time, however dressing like a whore does have its down sides.

I was just dancing with some random person when this big bald guy comes up behind me and propositioned me. Laughing I said in as flirtatious a voice as you can when you pissed out of your mind, "Sorry hunny I'm on a break," unfortunately that answer wasn't what he wanted.

"No your not, your coming with me," he grabbed me by my shoulder and started to drag me out of the bar. I was petrified at this stage and I had no idea where Lottie was, so I did the only thing I could think of.

Some how I managed to get myself free from his grip and ran towards the nearest table. Sitting down with a random group of people, I gushed out, "Please help me, this guy's really scaring me. Please help me!"

They looked at me completely startled by the appearance of a very drunk looking whore, suddenly the bald guy was behind me, he looked at me and smiled, "Come on love you're making a scene!" when I refused to get up he grabbed my chair and started to drag it towards the door.

Thankfully one of the guys sitting at the table stood up and pulled me out of the chair, "Look mate she obviously doesn't want to go with you so I think you should leave her alone." I stood behind him clinging to his arm gratefully.

The bald man looked at the tall guy who had stood up for me, and then over at his friends, before throwing the chair on the ground and walking towards the door. Giving the tall man and his friends a slurred thank you I ran off into the toilets to find Lottie, she wasn't there. Running around I finally found her in the corner sitting on a randomers knee.

"Lots we've got to go!" I said to her urgently.

"What? Why? What happened?" Lottie slurred, still smiling. In her drunken state she didn't notice how scared I was, with my mascara running slightly because I was almost crying.

"Nothing, nothing happened, can we please leave?"

"Yeh. Course we can if you want." she said standing up, and wobbling slightly in her three inch heels. We quickly got out of the bar and started walking to where a large line of taxis were waiting.

"There you are!" a gruff voice said behind me. A strong hand grabbed my arm in a vice like grip and started to drag me towards a waiting car.

"LOTTIE" I screamed as loud as I could. Lottie turned around frowning.

"Hey what are you doing?" she asked, when he didn't answer and just continued dragging me away. Lottie ran up behind me and started to pull me in the opposite direction.

He turned around and seizing my opportunity I kicked him as hard as I could in the balls, when he doubled over Lottie kicked him in the head. Free we ran as fast as we could to the nearest taxi where we jumped in and asked to be taken to Lottie's house.

The adrenaline from the sudden attack sobered us immediately.

Now we're back and at Lottie's order I told her everything. She was furious to the point where she wanted to go back and kill the bastard. I managed to talk her out of it.

We opened the door with a loud bang and Lottie stormed into the sitting room, me following slightly more sedately. Lottie immediately went to the booze cupboard and I grabbed two glasses. Just before we managed to get safely into the second sitting room Ned's loud angry voice echoed through the room and sighing we headed into the now empty socializing room, "Lottie, Lily where the hell have you been? We were scared out of our minds for you. We searched everywhere!" Looking around the room, I saw Ned and Charlie looking furious, Black was sitting there too nodding like a puppet.

I tried to steady myself and sat on the nearest thing to me whilst I mumbled "here we go again." Now I was safe I suddenly realised I was shaking badly and the tears I had held in earlier started to stream down my face. I looked at the ceiling to try to get them to stop.

Lottie mouthed "leave it" at her brother and thankfully Ned took her advice. She took a glass, slammed it down on the table, filled it with some vodka and sipped at it slowly. She opened her mouth; and looked at me with that look about her that asked 'can I tell him?' I shook my head, and put my face in my hands which I couldn't get to stop shaking.

So instead Lottie asked, "How many did you get?" I have the best friend – trying to distract me.

"22" I mumbled into my hands

She snorted, "You won!" suddenly she frowned at me the corners of her mouth twitching slightly, "You comfy there Lils?" she asked biting her lip.

"Not particularly. Why?" I asked genuinely confused

"You're sitting on Potter's knee!" Lottie muttered smiling at me

I could feel the look of horror spread across my face even before I jumped about a foot in the air. Mumbling an apology I flopped in to the opposite chair, checking this time that it was un-occupied. Tears started to roll down my face again and I could feel everyone looking at me, I covered my face with my hands and curled into a ball on the large armchair, just wanting to hide from the world.

Lottie came and stood in-front of me. Bending down so her face was close to mine she muttered, "Sorry", only then did it occur to me that Lottie might blame herself for letting me get into that situation, but right then I didn't care; I just wanted my bed and comfort from someone, someone to look after me.

Lottie smiled before saying quietly, "at least we know the bastard won't be-able to procreate!" I smiled, trust Lottie to know exactly what to say to make me feel better. She is definitely the best friend I could ever hope for.

"It wasn't your fault, Lots!" I said sincerely, opening my eyes so I could look at her.

She didn't answer but instead said, "Lets get you to bed, you need to sleep!" We went to our rooms, leaving the boys to wonder what had happened I guess. Lottie rejoined me so I could talk about it if I wanted to, I didn't, just wanting to forget. But in the end Lottie crashed at the end of my bed and for some reason it made me feel safer; as if I had a guard dog sleeping at the end of my bed.

A/N: Hey WOW I got a review from TWO people who I didn't know! Thank you soooooooo much you two are my new favourite people! Besides my Beta of course who is brilliant! Sorry this chapter took to long in coming but I've been revising like mad for my GCSE's which I have decided I am doomed to fail! Hopefully the next chapter won't take so long, and if you read my other story "A fine line between love and hate" it should be up-dated shortly! O my Beta: Tweeny Weeny, has a story up to called Fatal Incompatibility it's also a Lily and James and you should read it because she's a much better and much funnier writer than me! Any ways please R and R! Even if it's criticism because I need all the help I can get! Thank you lol Sirius Protégé.

B/N: (see what I did there – BETA's NOTE! – clever huh! Hehe) anyway the wait is also partly my fault I have had this for a week and have only just finished. Sorry.