Hello, everyone! Mad here! For this special addition, I get to write the disclaimer! Yippee! I love writing the disclaimers, even though I'm very bad at them (I'm censoring my words right now, 'cause you never know who might be reading. With my luck, my mother).

Before I write the disclaimer, I will tell you five random facts about me:

I go more insane after watching a Johnny Depp film, whether he starred in it or he was just there (and not hyper-fangirl insane, literally mad).The first three letters of my first name are MAD (no jokes!).I have trouble writing non-serious fics – I can write funny parts of it, but the whole fic is really difficult for me (for now! Duh, Duh, DAA!)I tell people my name is Hailee just to see their reactions when they find out my name is Madi.And I am learning to play He's a Pirate on the piano (Pirates of the Caribbean theme song, for all the dummies out there [don't cry! I was a dummy before I got the sheet music!])

I (and Hypo, I suppose) would also like to thank xoxoMyRealityIsFiction for taking her time to read and review this story. Thanks to her criticism, I've learnt a few things about my writing style, so massive round of applause for you, xoxoMyRealityIsFiction!

Disclaimer: I wanna be a billionaire, so freaking bad, buy all of the things I never had… Which just so happen to be the rights to Harry Potter and co. I wanna be on the cover of – Potter Magazine – smiling next to Opera and the – Prince.

ENJOY, POTTER FREAKS OF THE UNIVERSE! AND HAPPY DEATHLY HALLOWS!

Eryn

I woke up early to a loud beeping sound.

For a few seconds, I wondered why I was up so early. The window next to my bed showed that the sun was barely up, saying it was probably before six. In the morning. I then realised that today was my first day at school.

Not just any school though – Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry!

I shot out of bed, shivered at the morning coldness and ran to have a shower. As soon as I'd gotten out of my bed, the alarm, as I now recognised the beeping to be, had stopped. I thought back to when my mother had given me this gift before we left for the station.

She said it was an alarm set to go off as soon as I've had exactly 9 hours sleep, or seven o' clock if I get to bed late. I got to bed way early last night, I thought as I was getting out of the shower. I quickly got dressed and woke up Rosa. Another thing about the alarm is that only I could hear it, no matter how loud it is or how close somebody else is to me. It's a great alarm clock.

I decided that Rosa needed a healthy amount of Eryn in the morning on our first day, so I began jumping on her bed, my still wet hair flinging water droplets every where. She woke with a groan, saying something in Spanish I didn't bother listening to, then bolted upright, knocking me off the bed in process. It was my turn to groan.

'Oh, no!' she exclaimed after realising what had just happened. 'Are you alright, Eryn? Do you need some help?'

I smiled at her.

'Nope!' I replied, jumping up. 'Just waking you up for our first day of school!'

She looked at me, then the clock, then ran into the bathroom, waking up an irritable Lily in the process. Of course, she immediately thought it was my fault and glared at me.

'Stop glaring at me,' I said, sighing. She needed to forgive and forget. She could at least be civil. 'I'm sorry about yesterday, but I really didn't do anything. I wasn't laughing at you, you just need to stop thinking the world revolves around you, and I don't hate you or Severus, I just don't like how the Slytherins are blood prejudiced. I don't care if you don't want to be my friend, but at least be civil. We're going to be living in the same place for the next seven years. At least try.'

She stared at me for a second, before going back to glaring. She is way too set in her ways.

'If you don't talk to me, I won't talk to you. So keep away from me, okay, and why would you wake me up at six o'clock in the bloody morning? Why?'

I just stared at her. She thought I woke her up? What is with this girl?

'Fine, if you don't accept my apology, then it's on,' I said. Her eyes narrowed. 'Don't say I didn't warn you, or try to make amends, 'cause I've done both, and you're just being a big party pooper.'

Her eyes turned into slits.

'Fine,' she said.

'Fine,' I replied.

I went back to whatever I'd been doing before, which I guess was packing my bag for school. I had a very … unique bag. It was black with random different coloured stripes on it in wavy, curly, straight and zig zagged lines. It was awesome. I neatly put in everything I already knew I'd need for the day, and figured I'd run back up here when I got my time table.

Rosa got out of the shower, Lily went in and Rosa and I went to breakfast.

Sometime later at the Great Hall

I sat down at the Gryffindor table and looked at what we had for breakfast. Hmm…let's see. Bacon – okay – eggs – blech – many different types of cereal – okay – chocolate – yes – bananas, apples and other assorted fruits – yay – pancakes – deathly allergic to – croissants – yummy … hang on … pancakes?

Oh, crap shit. Oh holy crap shit.

I started screaming. People started staring at me. I stopped screaming to take a long breath, then started again. People were still staring, except for Dumbledore. I immediately suspected he put the pancakes right in front of me on purpose!

It didn't matter right now though. I'm deathly allergic to pancakes. It's not anything specific inside the mix, but the things mixed together. I can eat waffles, which are disgusting so I don't anyway, and pikelets, but not pancakes. Not unless I have a severe death wish. I filed that particular note away for further use. Yeah, I'm weird that way. Rosa finally stopped staring at me and said something.

'What is wrong, Eryn?' she asked, while the boys beside us nodded in agreement. I stopped screaming.

'P-p-p-pancakes!' I managed to get out. They shook their heads and laughed, thinking I was just over excited. I continued talking. 'I'm deathly allergic to them. Sometimes just the smell means that I can go into a delirious state, but if I ingest some, I die almost immediately.'

They started looking at me weird. Yes I know it's far fetched, but it's true. They slowly processed my look of horror, and my words, and realised I was telling the truth. The rest of the hall had long since stopped staring, almost as soon as I'd stopped screaming, they'd turned their attentions else where. I tried to get as far away from the pancakes as possible, but a supposedly kind 6th year pushed the death plate towards me.

'Go on,' she started, looking at my face and seeming puzzled at my look of increasing horror, 'have some, it won't kill you.'

I snapped. I stared screaming again, then finally ran out of the hall.

'Pancakes! No! Why are there always pancakes!' I screamed, at the top of my lungs as I escaped the Great Hall. People were staring after me, before finally putting it to a crazy first year case.

Rosa followed me back to our dorm where I sat, shaking, in the bathroom, using the mirror to look for pancake intruders. When I saw her, I relaxed slightly, then tensed again as I saw who was behind her. It was the 6th year, the one who was still holding the bloody pancakes. I started screaming again, and Rosa realised that the girl had followed her.

'What's wrong?' asked the girl, who I now recognised as a prefect by the shiny badge on her shirt. 'Why were you screaming? Why are you still screaming? Do you need some help?'

All I could do was stare at the death cakes. She looked at what she was holding and came forward. I backed away. 'Do you want some? You look a bit pale.' Rosa realised what was happening and stopped her from going any further.

'She is allergic to … those things,' she said to the girl who looked at my shaking form, what I was looking at, and the fact that I'd been fine until I'd seen them. She frowned, obviously thinking it was a joke. She started forward again, but at a look at my face, stopped, apologised stiffly – probably still not believing us – and walked from the room.

I breathed a sigh of relief.

'Rosa?' I asked.

'Yes?'

'Will you go get me some chocolate, an apple and my timetable? I don't want to go back down.'

She nodded.

'Of course! I hope you are okay!'

'I am. I just … don't want to go near those dreadful death cakes, or that weird prefect.'

She nodded again and left. When she came back about ten minutes later, she had the boys with her.

'Are you okay?' asked James as soon as he saw me sitting on my bed. I nodded. Rosa produced my timetable, and my breakfast.

I could smell the death cakes still so I looked at the boys questioningly. Sirius, James, and Remus all looked slightly guilty.

'We kind of had some pancakes after you left,' mumbled Remus, not looking at me. The boys averted my gaze as well. I glared at them. 'We won't do it again! We promise!' Remus said, this time talking stronger, and looking me in the eyes.

The other two followed suit, as well as nodding. I smiled.

'How the hell did you three even get up here? There's a charm on the staircase making it so that only girls can get up here, even though we can still go up to your dorms.'

I stared questioningly at them for the second time that morning. Remus shrugged, obviously wondering that himself. There was something weird about Remus. The other two boys looked confused. I snorted.

'Of course you two are basically illiterate, so you wouldn't have read Hogwarts, a History, so you wouldn't even know about the charm. I guess you're just too young for it to come into full effect, and Rosa was with you so she must have masked your… boyness from the stairs. It is an old charm, after all.' All but Rosa looked at me weird. 'What?'

Sirius just shook his head, and sat down on my bed.

'We're – actually I'm not too sure about James here – but I'm not illiterate,' I grinned at his use of the word. I don't think James even knew what the word illiterate meant! 'I was brought up by a pureblood family, one that sticks to the old ways, so I was forced upon books from a young age. I just don't like reading.'

I grinned more at this.

'Yeah, I'm not … illegitimate, or something. I can read if I want to!'

Even though James had heard the word twice, he still had no idea what it was, let alone what it meant!

'I'm sure your parents were married when you were born James, but I was asking whether or not you could read and write, not the state your parents were in when you were conceived and born,' I stated dryly.

Sirius, Remus and Rosa, once she'd processed what I'd said, all laughed, while James sat there feeling dumber by the minute. I laughed too, but then got distracted by a hand sneakily trying to grab my chocolate. I stopped laughing abruptly, causing the hand to try and snatch it from the plate, but I caught it. I looked up to see a sheepish Remus, slight chocolate smearings on his face. I glared.

'Nobody eats my chocolate!' I said, before wolfing it down, to the obvious dismay of a certain first year Gryffindor boy whose name begins with Ray and end with Mus.

I laughed at his hurt expression, which James quickly joined, which I thought was simply to get us to forget his illiteracy. Soon, everybody was laughing. Well, except me, because I'd decided to eat the rest of my breakfast before another thief try hard tried to steal my breakfast.

What a great start to my first year, already four great friends, maybe more on the way, lots of chocolate, and a slight enemy and near death experience! Couldn't have been better.

End of the Day, After Transfiguration, Potions and Charms

I was in heaven. I'd found the library and it was full of books. Most were non-fiction, but those were still books, and were still fascinating. Rosa and I had ditched the boys after class to do our homework at the library, and I'd finished it already, and so had Rosa. I'd also corrected her spelling, punctuation and grammar, which she'd done okay on by herself. I decided she still needed some help with her English. An idea struck me.

'Hey Rosa?' I asked her, as she was committing to memory the changes I'd made in the hope of not making the same mistakes in the future. She looked up.

'Yes, Eryn?'

'What would you say if I gave you English lessons?' Her face brightened. 'Not forever, of course, just until you can read, write and speak fluently.' She nodded her head vigorously. I smiled. 'Okay! We'll start tomorrow! Have you noticed how much of a bastard Sirius is? In a good way, though. He needs a nickname …'

She looked at me confused.

'What is a nickname?' I laughed.

'When you give somebody a nickname, you're shortening their name, or giving them a new, usually shorter one. But Sirius needs one to do with the word bastard. Any ideas?'

'How about … President Bastard?' she asked, unsure of her answer. I shook my head.

'No, I don't want to give him a title with that much power. How about … Captain Bastard?' she nodded, smiling. I grinned. 'Captain Bastard it is, then!'

We shook on it, just as he walked in.

'Doing devious deals, ladies?' he asked, grinning. 'Can I have in?'

I smirked, not only at his atrocious grammar, but also the fact that he was basically agreeing to us calling him Captain Bastard.

'Okay,' I said, while grinning at Rosa, who grinned back. 'Our deal was to always and forever call you Captain Bastard–' He seemed pleased with this, but something was niggling the back of my brain '– the second!' I added, and laughed as his face fell.

Rosa laughed too, though she, and I for that matter, had no idea where the "the second" had come from.

'The second? Why the second?' he whined, ignoring our giggling. 'Why not the first?'

'I don't know,' I answered truthfully. 'I just have a feeling that someone, somewhere at some point in time was once called Captain Bastard.'

His face fell even more as he realised there was no legitimate reason for me calling him the second. I just was.

'Fine,' he grumbled. Rosa and I laughed and high fived. This was the start of a brilliant friendship, I thought.

Later that Day (After Dinner)

I was lying in my bed, reading and listening to Rosa and Lily's steady breathing, showing that both were either extremely good at faking sleeping, or actually sleeping.

I wasn't really paying attention to what I was reading, so I can't tell you what it was, as I was thinking about Remus. He was hiding something, and it seemed pretty big and important. Too big for a child, something obviously forced upon him at a young age.

He appears to hate the moon. He's smart, but fun. He doesn't like to loose control over his emotions and is very well mannered. I don't think he has any siblings, he would have talked about them by now like Sirius had. He's not as outgoing as James, Sirius or me, or even Rosa, for that matter. He doesn't mind who he makes friends with, but seems to keep a barrier between all people. He also can't seem to believe that we've made friends with him, as though he were a monster or something.

I doubt that's the case as most monsters that are harmful to humans are only harmful occasionally, or can control themselves. Well, at least the ones they'd let inside a school full of impressionable young men and women.

If that was the case, he'd have to be a shape shifter or something and think himself a monster for not being human … or maybe he was a werewolf, and didn't want people too close to him in case he gets out during a full moon, or something.

All of these hypotheses are pretty much impossible, though certainly improbable. If he was a werewolf or shape shifter or other such mainly harmless creature, it would have been in the news, or Dumbledore would've told us.

But now that I thought about it more, there was a werewolf in the papers a couple of years ago, but he was fully grown, and the child he bit was recorded as dead, as he was only 5 at the time. That couldn't be it.

Maybe he's just shy. Yes, that must be it. He'd get over it soon. And with that thought, I fell asleep, to dream of pixies, faeries, elves and their muggle and wizard counterparts.

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