I know, I know, you all hate me cuz I restarted :) I'm okay with that though...

READ THIS: It's because I had no idea what to do next, and the chapters I had written got deleted when my computer crashed. So I was either going to abandon this or restart it, and if you don't approve: TOO BAD! Because I already did it, so get over it. It WAS stupid of me to do, I'll admit it. I sort of did it on a whim...Sorry, but I don't really care if you don't approve. I am really mad at myself for doing it though, but I'm over it.

And yes, I am bribing you by posting this chapter now. I will be updating much more frequently.

Chapter Two

1971

Dorea Potter ran around the house, rearranging pillows and getting the scorch marks off the wall with her wand. It was dark out now, meaning James' friend would be here soon...

A small black blur ran past her screaming.

"Dewey!" Mrs. Potter shouted after the blur, "No running in the house!"

"Muuh-uuum," James whined to her as he skulked past, "Dewey stole my quidditch magazine!"

Dorea Potter ran a tired hand over her face as James left the room and followed Dewey. "Give the magazine back to your brother!"

"Chudley Cannons suck!" Dewey shouted, waving the magazine in James' face.

"They do not!"

"Do to!"

"Do not!"

"Do not!"

"Do to!" James clapped a hand over his mouth as Dewey laughed and ran from the room, James hot on her heels.

"No!" Dorea heard James shout, "Don't do that- MUM! DEWEY LIT MY QUIDDITCH MAGAZINE ON FIRE!"

"Dewey Andromeda Potter! What did I tell you about lighting fires in the house?" Dorea ran into the other room to find a half-burnt magazine on the floor and James chasing Dewey around the table. Dewey skidded to a halt in front of her mother.

"To not to," She blinked innocently. "But antagonizing James is so much fun, I just had to!"

"We have guests coming today, Dewey. No more fooling around," Dorea guided her to the staircase, "Go clean your room."

"Why?" Dewey mumbled, "It's not like anyone's going to be in my room anyway." She raised her voice, "Because someone won't let me have my friend over!"

"I've said it before, Dewey," Dorea wagged her finger at Dewey, "It isn't appropriate for you to be friends with a fifteen year old boy!"

"Why? I told you Doon was chill."

"Because I said so, now go! And 'chill' is not a proper word to describe someone with." Dorea turned to James and smiled at him, shaking her head, "Where on earth did she get her wild streak from?"

"No idea, mum," James grinned, just as the door chimed. "He's here!"

James opened the door and Sirius walked in uninvited, clapping James on the back and dropping his stuff on the floor.

"I cannot believe your mum let you come," James said to him, pulling Sirius over to meet his mum.

"I know!" Sirius exclaimed, "She said she's happy all of my friends are purebloods."

"Isn't Remus a half-blood?"

"Well, yeah, but I didn't tell her that."

James high-fived his friend before introducing him to his mother. "Mum, this is Sirius. He's my best friend."

Dorea laughed, and then they heard a loud 'bang' from upstairs.

"What was that?" Sirius asked, staring after Mrs. Potter, who had dashed up the stairs after the explosion.

"Oh," James shrugged, "That was my sister."

"Is she okay?"

"Probably," James dismissed the subject easily, and began talking animatedly about the broom his parents had bought him.

Mrs. Potter came back down, wiping black smoke off of her face. "Well," She said, "I hope this doesn't spoil your first impression of, Sirius, but my daughter can be a bit...eccentric. Moving on, when are your other friends coming, James?"

"I told you, mum," James rolled his eyes, playing 'cool' now that Sirius was here, "Remus said he wasn't feeling well, but he'll be here in a few days, and Peter's family went to Australia for the summer to visit his aunt."

"Of course, dear. Why don't you two go get ready for dinner?"

"Is Dewey coming down?" James asked his mother.

"No," Dorea said, her lips thinning, "She's grounded to her room until she learns that mattresses are not made to be blown up. Honestly, that's the third time this week."

"Third what?" Charlus Potter said as he entered the room, wiping dust from the floo off of him, "Did Dewey blow up another mattress?"

"Yes. I want you to talk to her," Mr. Potter chuckled, "Char! This isn't funny!" After winking at the boys and kissing his wife on the cheek he headed up the stairs to talk to Dewey, Mrs. Potter following him.

Sirius turned to James, "How do you blow up a mattress?"

"It's really not as difficult as it sounds," James shrugged, swiping one of his mothers cookies of the counter while she was out of the room.

"Is every day here like this?"

"You don't know the half of it..."

1976

Dewey wandered aimlessly down the empty Hogwarts corridor, dragging her hand along the stone wall and the edges of the paintings. Her eyes were closed and she was humming under her breath. The sun was coming up. She could feel it getting closer.

Dewey found a window and opened it slowly, walking onto the roof outside of the window and sitting down, ready to feel the sun come up.

Just as she was getting comfortable, and was able to feel the heat creep over her skin, someone interrupted her quiet time.

"Dewey? Is that you?" Came a voice from the other side of the window.

She cracked an eye open and let out a huff, before putting on a happy face. "Hello, this is Dewey, may I inquire as to whom I am speaking with?"

"Er, Sirius," He climbed out onto the roof, banging his head on the window as he stepped onto the roof.

"How did you know I was here?" She asked, eying the old piece of parchment that he was shoving into his pocket suspiciously.

"What, you think I was looking for you?" He shot back, his eyes darting around.

"Actually, I didn't think that. But now I do."

"Well, I wasn't." Sirius changed the subject, "What are you doing out here anyway?"

"Feeling the sun come up," Dewey said, waving her hand toward the now-pink horizon line.

"Feeling the sun come up?" Sirius sounded skeptical.

"Mmhmm," Dewey nodded, closing her eyes again and stretching out on the roof, holding her hands out in front of her torso, grasping at thin air, "Like this."

"Riiiight," Sirius raised his eyebrows, "You have fun with that."

"I will."

"This is so much fun."

"Make one more sarcastic comment and I'm going to push you off the roof." Dewey glared at him through one eye.

"Sheesh," Sirius scooted away from her, "Isn't someone just little miss sunshine-y today?"

Dewey stood up and pushed him off. There was a dull thud and then a loud, "Ow!"

"I warned you!" She called after him.

"I think you dislocated my shoulder," Sirius cried out.

"Don't be a baby," She said, jumping down next to him, "That wasn't more than ten feet."

"Yeah," Sirius grumbled, sitting up and rubbing his shoulder, "Ten feet of excruciating pain."

Dewey rolled her eyes but helped him to his feet. "Let's go. The Great Hall should be opening now, right?"

"Yeah, the Hospital Wing should be opening too," Sirius snapped.

"The Hospital Wing never closes, stupid." Sirius shrugged, but then winced in pain.

There was an awkward silence all the way to the hall, and when they got there McGonagall was just opening the doors.

"Mr. Black," She nodded curtly, "Punctual as ever. And Ms. Potter, up much earlier than your brother will ever be, I assure you." She handed them there schedules and took a seat at the head table.

"She totally just dissed James, didn't she?" Dewey snorted.

"She tends to do that," Sirius said absentmindedly, "James is always late to her class, the idiot. He just never learns."

Dewey snorted and glanced around the hall. Dumbledore had just entered the hall, winking towards them and smiling politely. Barely five minutes later a Hufflepuff girl walked into the hall and sat down across from Sirius. She had shoulder length brown hair and earth green eyes.

"Sorry I'm late, but get this." She said to Sirius, "Edgar Bones dumped Lynette Corner for Emma Peterson, who he's been cheating on Lynette with for months, apparently."

"Aren't Emma and Lynette best friends?" Sirius furrowed his eyebrows, "Wait, why are you telling me this? Why should I care?"

"Because," The girl said, "There's going to be a girl fight in the abandoned corridor on the third floor at noon, and I've been wanting to see Emma Peterson get bitch-slapped for years."

Sirius looked at his schedule, "Damn, d'you think Binns would notice if I left for a half-hour bathroom break?"

"Doubt it," The girl snorted, "Just leave after he takes attendance and come back before the end, that's what I do every time I have history of magic."

"Didn't you fail you history of magic OWL?"

"What's your point?" Finally noticing Dewey, the Hufflepuff introduced herself, "Oh! Hello there!" She reached across the table to shake Dewey's hand, "I'm Pippin Harrison. Yes, my full name is Peregrin, yes, it is a boys name, and yes, I am named after a Lord of the Rings character. And you are?"

"I'm Dewey Potter," They shook hands, "My name is a dude's name too."

"Wicked," The Hufflepuff stood up, revealing her average height, "I see Ray, I'm going to go tell him. He is so going to want to be there."

"She was...interesting," Dewey said to Sirius as Pippin walked away.

"That's Pip for you," Sirius said, before the awkwardness returned. "Look, Dewey, what happened last summer..."

"Nothing happened last summer," She said, raising her eyebrows again. "Right?"

"Yeah. 'Course." Sirius nodded, shrugging casually, then rubbing his shoulder.

Later, when the other Marauders came into the hall, both Sirius and Dewey acted like nothing had happened.

It was going to be a looong year.

A/N

1- Do you want me to keep Screwy Dewey going or not?

2- Sorry I restarted it, it was a stupid decision on my part.

3- Do you like Pippin? I do :)

4- Yes, I'm bribing you into reading my fic by constantly updating. I'll probably update again tomorrow. Because I have no life.