I am very, very stupid! Massive wait! And I compeletly forgot that James and Lily were meant to be Schoolheads! Duh! I'm kicking myself now.

To make it simpler, this will be remedied this chapter, though slightly awkwardly. Please forgive me!

Anyway, on the with the show! :P

Chapter III... Wake Me Up by Ed Sheeran

Minister Speaks up Against the Rumours of Spies within Britain.

The Minister for Magic in Britain, Millicent Bagnold, has spoken at a conference about the reccent rumours of spies within Brittain, and whether any of these

spies are a danger to Britain.

"...These rumours are just that, rumours! Britain has nothing to hide, underhand or illigal, from other countries even if this were true. Our National security is of utmost importance at the moment, but we can assure you that we are not at risk." When Minister Bagnold was posed a question on the subject of the supposed 'Dark Lord' Voldemort, he had this to say:

"We are not at risk, from anything or anyone. Brittains Wizardry population is entering it's best economical change in decades. This

Dark Lord, as you say, cannot, and will not, ever, pose a threat to Brittain. If he is real, alive and kicking, with the intention of hurting the Britains, give us proof, for I have seen none!"

Whether or not this is true, time will tell...

~Line~

Violenta woke early, due to her early bed time. The sun hadn't even peaked over the mountain line when she got to work. Pulling the notebook, given to her by Dumbledore the night before, from underneath her pillow, she set to work. Violenta gripped the clasp on the edge, and pulled. A stinging sensation pulled at her from ther finger placed at it's centre. The book made a hissing sound, and flung itself open.

"Sly, old dog!" Violenta muttered to herself. Dumbledore wasn't as naive to her work as he seemed. And placing a charm on the book meaning that it would only open to her blood was a dash of genius.

The book was thick, thick than probably necissary, and sleaved in dark leather. Every two pages, it appeared to the new Slytherin, was given to a Slytherin student, although some had more than others. Deciding that the start was the best place to begin, Violenta flicked to the front.

The First name, in alphabetical order, it seemed, was a boy, Cassius Bloombadge. There was a small black and white sketch of the boy, elegant and arrogant-looking, below which was a small biography.

It had everything from the boys mothers maidan name, to his favourite sport, Quidditch (how predictable!) Skimming the information, Violenta learnt everything to know about the boy, but didn't know him at all.

There wasn't anything interesting there, just things to do with daily life. It wasn't until the bottom of the last page that she realised why. Written, in what was clearly the Headmasters handwriting, were two words.

High Interest

.

Catching onto Dumbledores system, Violenta flicked to the next person.

Vincent Crabbe. Low Interest.

The sun was starting to show, and Violenta knew she had to get a move on, so rather than read all the information, she flicked to the next name.

Clarissa Edan. Medium Interest.

Ambrose Hepburn. Medium Interest.

Niall Parkinsen. High Interest

Susan Prewett. High Interest.

Henrietta Shaidet. Low Interest.

Severus Snape. It was this name that made Violenta pause for a moment. Under the heading Allies, which Violenta took to mean friends, it had one name. Lily Evans, Muggleborn Gryffindor. Odd for a Slytherin, but it explained his lack of other Slytherin friends, and the fact that at the bottom of the sheet it read: No Interest.

Virginia Stone also read, No Interest.

Christian Wilks. High Interest.

And his twin sister: Christiarna Wilks. Low Interest.

The stiring noises of the girl beside her, interupted Violenta's musing. The girl, a curly haired red head, burst out of her curtains and fixed her eyes on Violenta, whose curtains were half open. The girl, whom Violenta recognised as Virginia Stone, grinned in a very un-Slytherin-like way.

"My name's Virginia Stone, but you can call me Thea." Seeing Violenta's confused look, the girl added. "I hate the name Virginia, and my middle name is Theadora." Violenta smiled despite herself. This girl was a veritable odd-ball. "I was going to talk to you last night, but you left before I got a chance."

"Nice to meet you... Thea." A small smile laced onto her lips at the name. "What did you want to talk about?" The red-haired girl, who was now apparently very Scottish from her accent, bit her lip, smile falling from her face.

"Can we talk after breakfast? Somewhere more private?" Appreciating the longing for privacy, Violenta nodded. The grin reappeared on Thea's face.

"Great. You look more awake than me, do you want first shower?" Violenta nodded, still slightly bemused at the behaviour of a fellow Slytherin. She jumped from the bed, and headed to the bathroom at the other end of the room.

~Line~

"Where's Prongs, Padfoot?"

That's how Sirius first day at Hogwarts started, it showed a lot about how the day would progress for him.

He turned on his back, and glanced lazily up at Peter, who was sitting up in bed, looking across at James' empty bed. Sirius, black hair haning over his forehead, gazed impartially at Prongs' bed for a moment, before turning back over in bed.

"Don't know. And it's too early to care." He announced, voice numbed by sleep. Peter starting muttering about 'stupid and annoying mutts', and Sirius greatfully ignored him.

Really, the boy was too tired to care where James was. Sirius hadn't slept well, and when he'd finally been able to drift into oblivion, he'd dreamed of firey girls with white hair and tired eyes.

It was beyond disturing for a person who never dreamed at all.

Despite his efforts to reclaim sleep, Sirius was forced to consider waking up when Remus came back into the room from where ever he'd been, fully dressed and wearing an under-used grin.

"You'll never guess where James is." He announced to the two boys, both who were half awake.

"Snogging Evans." Sirius answered straightfaced, as he sat up in bed, dragging the blankets up with him. Both Remus and Wormtail just stared at him for a moment, before returning to the matter at hand.

"Ummm... No?" Remus said, almost fraising it as a question.

"Damn. It was worth a shot thought." Sirius said, grinning and flopping back onto the bed.

"Well, no. It's not that exciting." Remus restated. "It's more intriguing than interesting." Sirius groaned.

"Intriguing things can wait until after breakfast."

"Not this one. James was getting a note from one of the Ravenclaw Prefects in the Commonroom. Dumbledore wants to see him, before breakfast." Remus explained.

"How'd he get in trouble before breakfast on the first day of school?" Peter asked, more confused than humourous. Sirius groaned.

"Well, that's my sleep-in gone." He announced bad temperedly, jumping from the bed, with swagger only Sirius Orion Black could have at seven thirty in the morning. "What time did Dumbledore want to see him, exactly?" He addressed Remus, but someone else answered.

"Too early in my mind, then again, I don't think Dumledore really cares." James announced from the doorway, leaning against the door jam and running a hand through his hair helplessly. James said it humously, but it hit a cord within Sirius, reminding him of the girl. And he had a name now.

Violenta Nyda

. An odd name, for an equally odd person. Compared to the name he'd been given at first, it seemed tame though, although Fox seemed to suit her better somehow.

"Dumbledore can wait for me, I need to do my hair." Sirius muttered loudly, heading for the bathroom. He was pulled up short when James stopped him.

"Padfoot, you don't need to some with. It probably has something to do with all this Head boy crap." Crap my ass, Sirius said mentally. James had been going on so much about his place as Head boy, opposite Evans, for the entire holidays. There was absolutely no point in trying to be modest now.

"Na Prongs. If I let you walk there yourself, you'll probably run into a wall from staring at Evans." A likely possibility, it had happend before, but Sirius had other concerns and reasons for going with his friend. Even at the early hour, there were likely Slytherins, Ravenclaws and even Hufflepuffs stalking the halls. James may have been entirely in the dark about the extent of the war, closeted by his parents, but Charlus and Dorea had had no problem in informing the ward of the dangers. In fact James' father, Charlus Potter, infamous Aurour, had made a point of telling Sirius of the dangers, instead of their biological son. This way James got to enjoy his last year, he had a protector(of sorts) and Sirius got to be completely informed.

Emerging from the bathroom ten minutes later, Sirius was dressed for school, had his wand hidden in his right arm guard, and a knife in his left. His hair was also perfection incarnate, if the whistles from the other three boys were anything to go by. Which they usually weren't.

"Okay, let's go Prongs. I want to see you get in trouble." He announced to the room, and was rewarded with a glare from the intented target.

"If I get in trouble, it's because you made me late. I was meant to be there ten mintues ago." Sirius shrugged.

"We'll be more late if you keep this up. Let's go!" James shook his head slowly, but lead toward the stare case. The Commonroom was almost empty, except for the few people trying to fit in last minute cramming for tests, which considering it was the first day of school, was pretty usless. When the pair emerged through the portrait hall, they were met with an empty silence. After a few mintues, James spoke.

"What are you doing after Hogwarts?" Sirius just looked at his bestfriend with a raised eyebrow.

"Seriously? Haven't we been talking about this for the last two years?" James quickly realised his mistake, and elaborated.

"No, I mean relationship wise."

"We're still not on the same page, Prongs." Sirius responded, without looking at James.

"Well, you know mine. I'm marrying Evans, on a Winter night with snow all around," Sirius interupted him with an amazed scoff at his friends confidence.

"You're getting a bit ahead of yourself, arn't you? You and Evans haven't even been on a date yet." He pointed out.

"Let me worry about that." James responded. "Anyway, I was wondering if you had plans on getting with someone this year. I know you and Marlene were tight last year." James said suggestively, as they walked down the hall. Sirius laughed.

"Oh no, McKinnon and I had an agreement." Was all he said. James just frowned, coming to a halt.

"You mean you were just shag-buddies? No feelings involved at all?" The fact that James found this strange at al was hilarious.

"Mmmmm... Pretty much. We both knew it was to hard to go any further, with everything going on. And feelings would have just complicated that." He paused. "Aren't we meant to be getting to the Headmasters office, ten minutes ago." James nodded, and started walking again.

"Not going to pick it up again?" James asked, curiousity too obvious in his tone.

"Nup. She wanted to consentrate on NEWTS this year, rather than me." When he didn't recieve any other information, James was quiet.

In fact, Marlene had want to pick it up again that year, Sirius, when she'd asked him the night before, had surprisingly told her he couldn't. Marlene had taken it well, considering. She'd laughed, told him she was there if he wanted her, and walked off, muttering about smitten fools.

Sirius wasn't smitten, of that he was almost certain. But when she'd asked him, his brain had been filled with pale skin and white hair. What he did know was that he was slightly obsessed. Then again, it wasn't every day you met a girl, who lied to you about her name, and then she turned up at school. On that train of thought, though, perhaps her name wasn't really Violenta Nyda. That's why he was obsessed with her, Sirius realised with a quiet realisation. Because there were so many questions surounding her.

James came to a sudden stop, bringing Sirius out of his thoughts, when he realised they were already at the Headmasters office.

"See ya later Padfoot."

"Don't stutter infront of Evans, Prongs." Was the only reply he recieved from his friend, as Sirius was distracted by a flash of colour coming in his direction.

The black-haired boy didn't even notice his bestfriend vanish up the stair-case, as he saw the object of his confusion coming toward him.

Well, Sirius corrected, not toward him, just going passed him. Still, as she strode down the coridor, he couldn't help but frown at her. She was a study of contrasts. Her small, petite body and the strength she held herself with. The tight grip she had on her wand, and the humour and curiousity in her eyes as she saw him. The way her expression became guarded almost immediately, and yet her body language gave away more than her expression had in the first place. She stopped when their paths met.

~Line~

Violenta's morning had started off rather well. The Slytherins, for the most part, ignored her, making her job a lot easier. Well, all of them except for Thea.

Thea Stone was an odd-ball Slytherin, Violent decided as she walked to the Great Hall. The curly, red-haired Scottish Slytherin was definately unique, if nothing else. She was not guarded around people, unlike nearly all Slytherins, and seemed content to tease, poke and prod everyone around her. Even just this morning, she'd annoyed a seventh year girl, Clarissa Edan, so much that Edan had drawn her wand.

Thea had just laughed, and shaken her finger tauntingly. "Wouldn't want me to tell Ani, would you?" She asked cheekily.

Edan had huffed and stormed out of the room without a backward glance. Whoever 'Ani' was, Violenta vowed to find out who he was.

Her thought process was interupted by a perfect smirk, on a pale face.

She had never thought herself unlucky. If anything, she had extremely good luck, but seeing a smug, handsome, familiar face, in the middle of the hallway, at 7 o'clock in the morning, was beyond unlucky. More than unlucky, it conplicated things. She hated complications.

"Hi, I'm Violenta Nyda. It's nice to meet you." She strode forward, hand out, with a small smile. Denile was her best option at the moment, althought the idea that he wuold have forgotten the night before was ludercrous.

Seeming slightly bemused, he took the hand and grinned in a way that would have had most girls a blushing, giggling mess. Needless to say, Violenta wasn't most girls. "Lovely name. Although I believe Fox suits you better." He told her. Damn. Damndamndamndamndamndamndamn damndamndamn. He wasn't going to let her bluff it. Yeah, won't make the connection, my ass. With Dumbledores', somewhat hesitant assurance, that the boy wouldn't pose any problem, Violenta hadn't given any thought to a cover story, should she need one. Really she shouldn't have needed one. There were over two thousand students at Hogwarts, and she just happend to run into the one she needed on for.

She needed to bluff it, again.

"I'm sorry, did you just call me a Fox? That's rude." She asked, frowning slight and feigning confusion. From his smirk the guy wasn't even taking the story.

"Don't play dumb, sweetheart. It doesn't suit you." The grin had slipped from his face, and his demeanor completely changed.

"What was your name again?" Vilenta asked, obviously stalling for time.

The black-haired man smiled cockily. "Sirius Black, at your service Miss Nyda. I'm sorry, I forgot, you must only know me as Padfoot." The way he said it bugged Violenta. He was belittling anf too smug.

His name though... it rang bells. Alarms. Black. Sirius Black. An odd name, but not so odd compared to other wizard elitists.

Then she had it. The Noble House of Black. Estimed Pure-Blood elitists.

The problem with large Pure-Bred families, like her own, was that they were so closely entiwined, meaning it was too hard to tell who was related to whom. Cousins marrying cousins. Grandfathers marrying granddaughters. Luckily, unlike in the Muggleworld, Pure-Blood inbreds weren't seen as disgusting as they usually were. This, and the fact that magical blood had evolved to counter most of the worst effects of close blood ties, such as insanity,(most of the time) meant that it wasn't often looked upon as something bad.

Still, Sirius Black had a large history hanging over his head.

"Don't worry, I'm a Pure-Blood." Violenta reassured sarcastically.

Black regarded her steadily for a moment, demeanor cooling slightly. "And I'm a Blood-Traitor."

How the Hell did a Black become a Blood-Traitor? Even in France, the Black's sat alongside the Malfoy's, Longbottoms, Potters and Prewetts as Britains purest.

"Nice to know." It was an interesting thing to know, as was his blantent show of it.

Violenta edged passed him slowly, as she was running out of this to say and ways to redirect his attention.

Her quiet exit was interupted by a loud scrapping noise, as the staircase decended from the Headmasters office. Trying to act surprised, as it probably wasn't common knowledge that it was the Headmasters office was here, Violenta was astonished when two people exited.

A girl came first, red-hair, deadstraight to her waist, wearing an annoyed expression. A grinning boy followed her, running a hand through dark hair.

The grinning boy immeditately turned to Black, who frowned at him, confused.

"Padfoot! I'm living with Evans!" The grinning boy exlaimed, not noticing the redheads dark glare.

"What?!" Black seemed even more confused.

Violenta, still edging away, caught the unwanted attention of the red head.

"Hello, I'm the Head girl. Lily Evans." The red head, Evans, announced to Violenta, who had just made it passed Black.

She was forced to stop and return the greeting. "Violenta Nyda." She said shortly, then turned to Black, ready to make her escape. "It was nice to meet you Black. Let's not do it again." Then she walked off, leaving a very confused party of people behind.

~Line~

Sirius stared as the Nyda-Fox-Girl walked away. There conversation had been nothing like he'd expected. He realised he'd unconciously prepared himself to get all the information he needed within seconds of seeing her. He was completely unprepared to walk away with more questions than before.

He turned back to James and Evans, both who were staring after Nyda. "Who was that?" Evans asked, seeming to forget her previous annoyance with the two boys to further her knowledge of the girl.

"I really don't know." Sirius answered truthfully.

James jerked out of the trance first, grinning gleefully. "As I was saying, Padfoot. I am going to be living with Lily." Hearing him say it a second time made the implications sink in.

"Because you're both Heads... That makes sense." Sirius muttered, connecting the dots.

It hadn't been a real surprise that Evans was Head Girl, infact that Marauders had had various bets on that for years. The real shocker was James, and the fact that he was also Quidditch captain made it equally unbelievable. But if you closely at the interaction between the two, as Sirius had at length, you noticed things. Like how James counted Evans various and frequent mood swings with ease. How Evans could control James even in his most boisterous moods. They complimented each other perfectly, not that Sirius would ever tell either of them that.

"We are NOT living together Potter. We just happen to be sharing the same space!" Evans burst out, face flushing with anger and embarassment. At what exactly, remained to be seen.

James completely ignored the girl, blinded by excitment Sirius sumerised, and continued to explain.

"Usually Dumbledore would have informed the pair of us last night, but we both left too early from the feast, and he decided to let it wait until this morning." His glee was all too obvious.

"And that's what ruined my morning..." Sirius trailed off as Evans gave a huff of frustration and stormed off. When she was out of sight, grey eyes swivled back to James.

"Are you going after her?" Normally, Sirius would have expected his friend to have stopped her from leaving altogether, not caring if he had to use force. The hazel eyed boy was staring after her, eyes wide in an expression of awe. He answered Sirius absently, not listening to himself.

"No. She's overwhelmed. She just needs space for now. I'll talk to her later." Without further pomp, James turned and went in the direction of the Great Hall, leaving Sirius to follow in his wake, wondering if James was right in assuming he would marry Lily when he was older.

If James' understanding of Evans' personality was anything to go by, they were destined.

Snorting at his own patheticness, Sirius sped up, leaving all of his romantic thoughts behind.

~Line~

Walking down to the Great Hall after the confruntation with Black, Violenta wondered when her life had gotten so complicated.

Probably when she'd been bounced of Dumbledores wards and landed in a coridor, she decided. Or maybe when she'd joined the Order, or even when her parents had joined the Order.

Her thought process was borken when she came to the doors at the entrance to the Great Hall. Banishing the complication that was Sirius Black, Violenta stepped inside the Hall.

Few people noticed she was there, and those who did paid her no mind.

Striding toward the Slytherin table with confidence that was easily faked, Violenta caught sight of Thea easily. The good-natured girl was sitting in the middle of the table, two Slytherin boys opposite her and a girl to her right.

What made her so easy to spot was the colours. She was wearing the school issue uniform and black robe, with the usual green tie, but on her head sat a bright pink hat and matching scarf around her neck. It clashed horribly with her orange/red hair but Thea didn't seem to care, and infact nobaby seemed to notice anything strange. It seemed the girl had some odd habits.

Violenta took the seat to the left of Thea, who looked up and grinned.

"Lovely to see you, 'Lenta." She greeted. "I can call you 'Lenta, can't I?" Well great. Another name to add to the long pile of code names, nick names and fake names to remember. Despite this, Violenta nodded. "It's just that Violenta is such a mouthful." Thea explained needlessly. Violenta's name had always been a problem.

"Yes, don't worry. Do want to talk now or later?" Violenta, the newly dubbed 'Lenta, asked, not so subtly taking the subject away from names.

The grin faded from Thea's face. "Not here. We'll wait until later." Thea said, her voice low and quiet. The grin suddenly reappeared on her face.

"I love your hair! The colour is amazing. The only oerson I've ever seen with hair like that is Lucius Malfoy, but he's a little bit of a prick."

Lucius Malfoy. Rich. Pure-Blood extrodanaire, and, apparently, a prick.

As quickly as Thea's attention had been on Violenta's white-blond hair, it jumped to something else.

"Oh, 'Lenta. I alsmot forgot. Professor Slughorn gave me your schedual, since you missed the handout."

Slightly beweildered, Violenta took the piece of paper offered. At a glance, she was over-joyed.

Advance Potions. Charms-Extended. Astronomy 3. Advance DADA. History of Magic: People of Influence, et cetera.

Although Viloenta hadn't been to a proper school in years, she could definatley appriciate the variety of subjects she'd been given. Of course, without any previous standard to go by, most of the classes she'd been put in were probably the ones taken by the most High Risk students. Despite this, Violenta couldn't hold back the smile at learning in a proper school. It was a silly and idealistic thought, but having the chance to actually learn in a planned lesson, with teachers and other students, gave her a thrill of excitment. Violenta's reflection was interupted by Thea rising from the seat.

"Come on 'Lenta. Let's get to class. What have you got first? I've got Potions." Thea paused for a second, glancing back at her schedual. "Oops. No I've got Charms Extended. Have you eaten breakfast?" Talking to Thea was exhausting.

"I've got Charms too, and I'll be fine without breakfast." Violenta decided the easiest way to deal with Thea was to paraphrase everything she said.

"Oh, that's good. We can talk on the way." Violenta smiled at her enthusiasim, and followed her up and out. Glancing back at Hall as she exited the door, she noticed that Black was absent from the room.

Complications.

Well, that took forever! Sorry for the wait, my week was pretty busy, and involved a hospital visit, working on my holiday, and four new books. Really, I have no excuses. Hope you liked the chapter... I got really side tracked with the second scene, and had to scrap it. This is good though, because it gave me an idea for a series of Lily/James one-shots I want to do... Probably would be a reality for now, but still...

I was also wondering if there were a way to answer all my reviewers personally, without writing it all up on here... On that note, I would like to thank all my reviewers so far:

MsTonksLupin;

Thank you so much! As my first reviewer, I owe you so much! And, on your suggestion, I read you story, My Bonnie Lies over the Sea! I absolutely I love it so far! Thank you so much for reviewing, you made me squeal!

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Thank you so much for your two brilliant reviews! She recently turned eighteen, although this won't really play much of a role in the story at the moment, as she's faking to be seventeen. Thanks!

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