Just so you're not freaked out or anything, the story jumps forward to their sixth year at Hogwarts. Here's chapter three everybody! Enjoy!

It was at least my sixth visit to Diagon Alley with Jacey, and yet it never got old.

Jacey and aI were going into our sixth year at Hogwarts, and were shopping for our school supplies, as school started in little under a month.

We had wanted to bring Mum, as we had all our other years, but she had said she was feeling too weak to walk through the crowds today. She had fallen ill last year, and it seemed as if every day she was feeling worse and worse.

I was busy admiring the newest broom-I'd been thinking of trying out as keeper on our Quidditch team this year-when someone wrapped his arms around my waist from behind and spun me around.

"Albus!" I screeched. "Albus Severus Potter! You bloody git, put me down!"

"Missed ya this summer, True," Albus grinned when he put me down.

"I missed you too until you did that!" I tried to say sternly. My facade broke, though, and I smiled.

Jacey walked up then. "True, do you have to have such strong vocal cords? I could hear you all the way down my Flourish and Blotts!"

"You can blame Al for that!" I said.

Albus hugged Jacey. "Good to see you, Jacey!" he said good-naturedly.

Jacey smiled back, a bit shyly. "Hey, Albus." She had begun to fancy him a bit last year, around when Mum fell ill.

"So, are you, James, and Lily buying your Hogwarts things?" I asked.

"Yeah, along with Rose and Hugo. Uncle Ron and Aunt Hermione were both working, so Uncle Ron asked Mum if it was okay if they came along. Of course, Mum didn't mind. They're all in Flourish and Blotts," Albus explained.

"So why are you all the way down here at Quality Quidditch Supplies, rather than there?" Jacey asked.

"True's the only one, besides you, dressed like a muggle. I could probably have seen her from a mile away," Albus said jokingly.

"Please," I scoffed.

"So have you both finished your shopping yet? I'm sure my mum would like to meet you," Albus asked.

I said, "Sorry, but Mum is expecting us home as soon as we've finished shopping. And as much as I wish, there's no way I have enough Galleons to buy that broom."

"Alright then," Albus said. "I'll see you two later, then?"

Jacey nodded, and I said, "Bye, Albus!"

We left Diagon Alley to go back into the muggle-world of London. It still surprised me to no end how well-hidden the wizarding world was. The muggles didn't have a clue.

Then again, before Professor McGonagall had showed up on our door, I hadn't known a thing, either.

"I wish we could apparate already," I grumbled as we hailed the Knight Bus. I hated traveling by it, but it was the quickest way around, for underage wizards. Jacey nodded, and said, "Only one more year, at least."

We didn't speak on the Knight Bus, mostly because we both felt as if we would be sick if we opened our mouths, if only for a moment.

We arrived in front of our apartment building only a few moments later. It was the Knight Bus, after all. When we got inside, we found that Mum had moved from her bed to the couch, to watch the telly.

"Hey Mum!" I greeted her.

She pressed mute. "Hey girls, how was Diagon Alley?"

Jacey groaned. "It was even more mad than usual! It seemed as if everyone decided to go shopping today!"

"You got everything you needed, right?" Mum asked.

"Yeah," I assured her as I sat down on the couch. Nocte hopped up onto the couch next to me, and I scratched behind her ears. "I'm glad we got there early, though. We would've gone mental if we'd decided to go later, like the Potters did."

Mum perked up a bit when I said 'Potters'. She knew that Jacey fancied Albus. She suspected that I did, too, but I always assured her that he was my best mate, and that was it. "The Potters?" Mum asked.

"Yeah, Albus, being the prat that he is, scared me out of my mind. But he said that his mum had taken them and the Weasleys to go shopping," I explained.

Jacey said, "True, he did more that scare you. I'm sure everyone in Diagon Alley heard you."

"Oh, you shush," I stuck my tongue out at her.

"You know," Mum said thoughtfully. "I'd like to meet your mates. You've been friends with them for nearly six years, and I still haven't met them. Why don't you invite Albus, James, and Lily over for dinner, along with Rose and Hugo? How about Saturday night? Jacey, why don't you owl them?"

"Okay!" she said, and went off to send the letters. Denahi returned a bit later with their confirmation.

And then I realized: James Potter was going to be in my home.

Oh Merlin.

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As I helped Jacey make dinner-Mum was feeling too ill to do it-I thought about James.

And no, not in that way. I don't fancy James. We'd been sort-of mates ever since first year, mostly because of Albus and Rose. They were my best mates, after all.

I don't think I even could fancy James. Ever since probably his third year, he's been a bit of a player when it came to girls. I mean, he was relatively nice to girls, he just dated a lot of them. Not to mention that he pranked all the bloody time.

I heard the bell ring and told Jacey to go get it, as I was taking the beef out of the oven, then once I heard greetings, I turned and saw that it had been Rose and Hugo to arrive first.

"Hey Rose, hey Hugo," I smiled at them. The bell rang again and this time I got the door and welcomed in the Potters.

I hugged Albus and Lily, and smiled at James. "You guys can come on in. Dinner is almost ready. I'm about to finish it now, actually," I said, leading them in.

I went back to the kitchen as Jac3ey did introductions. I heard Mum say hello and I started to get plates to set onto the table.

Then james walked into the kitchen. "Where are the napkins?" he asked when I put the plates down.

"Ummmm, why?" I asked, confused.

"I figure that if I'm a guest for dinner, I should help in any way that I can," he explained. "And since you've already finished cooking, I'm going to help you set the table."

"Oh, um, okay, thanks. The napkins are in that drawer," I pointed. He got them out as I got silverware. I followed behind him, putting the silverware onto the napkins.

At one point, he looked up at me, into my eyes, and smiled.

For a moment, just a moment, I could see what all the girls at Hogwarts saw in James.

But then the moment passed and I called everyone to eat.

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Dinner passed without much event. I caught James looking at me a few times, but passed it off and went back to the conversation.

Almost immediately after dinner, James, Albus, Lily, and Hugo left; the Potters had promised they'd be home early, and Hugo was bored.

Mum agreed to let Rose sleepover, so we had a girls' night. Mum ordered a movie on the telly, so we stayed up late watching it. If you could call what we did watching. Rose was so amazed by the muggle telly, and she kept voicing her wonder.

As soon as the movie was over, Mum turned to me. "So, tell me more about James," she prompted.

"Ummm why don't you ask Rose? He's her cousin. I hardly know him," I said, and grabbed a handful of popcorn.

Mum looked sort of surprised. "He just made it seem as if you two were good mates. I saw him glancing at you a lot, almost as if he fancied you.

"That's ridiculous!" I scoffed.

At the same time, Rose jumped up and started dancing around the room, singing, "I knew it, I knew it!" over and over again.

I sighed, knowing I would regret asking. "What did you know, Rose?"

Jacey giggled. I think she had a feeling what rose would answer. Rose pulled me up and started swinging me around the room with her, while I tried very hard to not get hit by anything. Rose exclaimed, "I knew he fancied you! I've been thinking it for about a year, but now I'm not the only one!"

Rose allowed me to pull from her grasp and flop back down on the couch. Nocte curled on my lap, as if not wanting me to get pulled up again. "You all are mad. There's no way James Potter, the James Sirius Potter, fancies me."

"Well, why not?" Jacey's question stopped me short.

"Well, because... Because... Because he's James Sodding Potter! Sorry for the language, Mum, but it's true! He dates a new girl every week! I don't know if it's even possible for James to truly fancy a girl, much less me!" I protested.

Jacey giggled at me again, "True, did you see the glances he sent at you? He was practically staring at you all night!"

"You all have gone mental," I said, and went into my room to sleep.

More like pretend to be asleep when Rose and Jacey came in. I didn't want them to tease me about James when I was still questioning the matter myself.

Merlin, this was going to be a long night.

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The few weeks passed in a blur, one filled with much teasing. Mum let the James matter go, but there didn't seem like there was any way Rose and jacey would let it pass. Rose would even send me letters, almost daily, about it.

After saying goodbye to Mum on September 1st, Jacey and I climbed onto the Hogwarts Express and went into the compartment that we had been sharing with the Weasleys and the Potters for the better part of five years.

The Weasleys were already waiting there for us, but the Potters were nowhere to be seen.

"Were are the potters?" I asked Rose, confused as I sat next to her. Most of the time, they would all arrive together.

"Thinking of James, are we?" Rose teased me.

I rolled my eyes. "Yes, because in the last twenty-four hours since I've last talked to you, I've fallen madly in love with him," I deadpanned.

"Fallen in love with who?" asked James warily, who had suddenly appeared at the door of our compartment.

"Nobody," I quickly responded, which made Rose laugh.

Then she whispered, "He seemed a bit protective, don't you think?" as Albus and Lily came in.

I rolled my eyes again, and the train started off. We all talked a bit, catching up, while playing a small game of exploding snap. After, James and Hugo left to find their friends in their own years, and Jacey left to sit with her Ravenclaw friends, so it was just me, Lily, Rose, and Albus.

After talking a bit more, I realized what time it was. Albus and I had the prefect meeting. I quickly pinned on my badge and dragged Albus, who was in the middle of flirting a bit with Rose.

I was in for a bit surprise when we got there: James Potter was Head Boy.

I was speechless, with my mouth hanging open. Albus chuckled and put his hand underneath my chin and closed it, saying, "Careful there, True. You don't want a griffin to fly into your mouth."

James caught me gawking at him and grinned cockily. "Surprised, True?" he asked me.

"But... How...? I sputtered. "You're one of the most well-known prankers at Hogwarts!"

"McGonagall must trust me," he grinned. The prat.

The rest of the prefects must have arrived, because James and the Head Girl started talking. I wasn't paying attention, though. I was too busy questioning everything I had learned about how a Head was supposed to act. It didn't seem possible for James.

"And Trudy Middleton will patrol with me on Monday, Wednesday, and Saturday nights from ten o'clock until midnight," I heard James finish. I silently groaned; Rose was never going to let it go that I spent three nights with James every week. "You may all go back to your compartments now. We'll be arriving in about 5 minutes."

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The sorting passed without event. The first years walked in, looking nervous and wondrous, got sorted, and Professor McGonagall gave her welcome speech. Then came my favourite part of the first day at Hogwarts: the feast.

I immediately started piling food onto my plate and stuffing myself. It was delicious.

"Hey James," I said when I was finally rull, with the fifth-year prefects leading the first years to the Gryffindor Tower. James stopped groaning about how full he was and looked up at me, interested.

"How does it feel for you to be full for the last time because of the welcome feast?" I teasingly asked.

His eyes widened, as if just now thinking about it, and he started loading his plate up with more desserts.

"Merlin, I thought you were full!" One of James' friends, Alex Flanigan, said incredulously.

James turned to him and said, with his mouth full, "Mate, this is our last welcome day feast!" and started eating even more.

"Well, I'm going to go to bed before you throw up on me," Albus said, standing up. "Coming, True?"

I nodded, and Rose stood up as well. "Seeing you eat that much is going to make me sick. I'm coming, too."

We walked to the tower, chattering quietly. It was nice to be back at the school, after being gone for the summer. The paintings welcomed us back, saying they were glad too see us.

Sometimes it felt weird, being so, I don't know, well-known at Hogwarts. Albus was a son of 'The Boy Who Lived' and Rose was the daughter of two of the 'Golden Trio' as others put it. Being their best mates made people know my name pretty well by extension, just because of how we were around school.

When we got to Gryffindor Tower, we decided to stay in the common room and hang out for a bit. I was glad to be back among the comfy couches with the fire blazing in front of me.

My mind came back from it's wandering to find that Rose and Albus were whispering, and occasionally glancing at me.

I narrowed my eyes at them, and said, "What are you two talking about?"

They clammed up immediately, and tried, but failed, to look innocent.

"What are you talking about, True?" Rose tried to say nonchalantly.

"Sure," I said suspiciously, and stood up. I may as well start putting away my things before I wanted to just sleep; it was already getting pretty late.

I tiptoed up the stairs to the girls' dorms quietly, trying to not wake anyone that was already asleep. I was a bit surprised that Rose hadn't followed me. Oh well, I thought. At least she won't be teasing me about James.

I put everything away in record time. Nocte was sitting on my bed, waiting for me, when I got up there. As soon as my things were al where they belonged, I changed into my pajamas and curled up into my bed with Nocte tucked under my arm, and I was asleep within moments.

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I ended up pretty happy with my classes that I had this year. "What's your schedule, True?" a seventh year who had fancied me-quite obnoxiously-for a while asked.

"Charms, Transfiguration, Care of Magical Creatures, Ancient Runes, DADA, an off period, and Advanced Potions," I responded.

He looked a bit crestfallen. "We don't have any classes together..."

"That's too bad-" I started to say when Albus called me over to where him and Rose were standing. "Gotta go, sorry!" I said, not sounding very apologetic, and I jogged over to them.

"Thank you for saving me!" I said graciously.

Rose smiled. "You looked like you needed saving."

I nodded as Albus said, "What classes do you have?"

I rattled off my schedule and both Albus and Rose beamed. "McGonagall must love us! She gave us all the exact same schedule except when you have Advanced Potions, I have Advanced Herbology, and Al has double DADA, after our normal period of DADA," Rose said excitedly.

I grinned. This was going to be a good year. I could just feel it.

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I was practically buried under homework. I already had three essays, and I hadn't even had all my classes yet.

I had finished my first essay when my mind decided it was too tired to do anymore. My brain was just sort of shutting down.

I changed into my pajamas and brushed my teeth as fast as I could. I had just crawled into bed when there was a knock on the door.

I groaned and got out of bed. Whoever just knocked had better have a good reason for making me get up, I thought.

"What?" I snapped as I opened the door. A scared-looking second year was standing there.

"I-I'm sorry! The h-head boy s-sent me up to get you!" she said.

I groaned. "What does James want now? I said to myself.

"H-he said something about p-patrols," the girl said, before running back to her own dorm.

Great. I'm a prefect and now I've scared a second-year. Fantastic. And I have to patrol with James.

I put on my robes, not caring that I sort of looked horrible. My chocolate-brown hair was a bit frizzy, and I had a touch of dark bags under my electric-blue eyes; good thing it's only Potter.

I trudged down the stairs into the common room, where I spotted James snogging Nancy McGuffins.

I rolled my eyes and walked towards the portrait entrance. "Oi, Potter! If you had already forgotten, you sent someone for me to patrol, and I'd like to be asleep as soon as I can, so let's patrol!" I snapped at him.

I waited outside for him to exit. When he finally did, he had a gloating pleased face.

"Done?" I asked.

"For now," He grinned back.

So I hope that everyone enjoyed that! I'm terribly sorry that I haven't updated in so long. It was finals week, so my mum banished me from everything on the computer except for anything related to studying. And I need to appologise again, because I've started another story. I'm calling it Transported, and I should have it uploaded in a bit. It's another HP fanfiction, only it's placed in the Marauder's Era. It's taking up most of my time because I like it better than this story (Because my OC ends up with James. Long story), so I'm writing it more than I'm writing this. No promises for how often I'll update. Here's the summary for Transported: Imaging loving something for most of your life, but knowing that it's not real. Imagine saying it was real for so long, but knowing that it's ultimately not true. Imagining it suddenly becoming real and you being involved. This is what happens for best mates Beatrice and Lucette, as they're transported into the Marauder's Era.