A/N: … I don't even have words. Sorry it took me so long guys. (Working title. I'm too tired right now to think of something better)

Disclaimer: Queen Rowling is Queen.


All of the Transfiguration

(Nick)

Lily was a very good kisser. Her kisses were soft and sweet and not too often, which suited Nick perfectly well.

They sat under a tree by the black lake, making the most of their first free period as sixth years.

"We should probably be starting all that homework Flitwick gave us," Lily said, resting her head on his shoulder.

"Probably," he agreed, though he didn't move.

"We're probably going to get a lot more from Professor Puddle this afternoon, and then what'll we do?"

"Actually, something tells me we won't get that much from Puddle," Nick disagreed with a slight smile.

"What makes you say that?" Lily asked.

"You saw him, he looks quite a bit on the nervous side. Now imagine him trying to teach a class containing Caitee and David. And Potter and Black for that matter."

"He'd be putty in their hands."

"And I'm pretty sure getting out of homework is on the top of their agenda."

They laughed.

"Hey Lily?" Nick said after a moment.

"Mmm?" she replied.

"Has Sirius been acting weird around you since yesterday? Or any of the Marauders for that matter?"

"No, they're just as idiotic as usual. Why?" she asked, frowning up at him.

"Well, Sirius decided to be nice to Caitee out of the blue, which, you know, seems very out of character for him. I'm just concerned that it might …"

"Have something to do with us?" Lily finished, raising her eyebrow at him.

"It does seem suspicious that he decided this just as we stared dating. And he is James's best friend," Nick explained.

"Look, even if they are plotting something mysterious, do you really think they have any real influence over my love life? I can make my own decisions, you know," she said.

"I know. It's just … you know them, they're not exactly harmless."

"They are when it comes to who I'm going to date. Besides, I'd believe you over any one of them any day. Well, except maybe Remus."

Now it was Nick's turn to raise his eyebrows. "Oh really?"

"I'm kidding, I'm kidding!" she said, leaning up to kiss him.


(Caitee)

They didn't have anything special planned for the first Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson.

"Lull him into a false sense of security," were the words Caitee had used. "Or at least let the Marauders make the first move."

They sat in the back, left corner of the classroom, David and Caitee at the desk next to Nick and Lily, as they waited for Professor Puddle.

Caitee smiled at Remus when he walked in, her stomach flipping when he smiled back. Sirius smiled at her too, but she didn't have time to figure out how to react to that. Professor Puddle had been trying to gather the class's attention for at least two minutes and Caitee figured she should at least give him enough attention to find out exactly what kind of teacher he was.

Caitee didn't know why she ever thought asking Remus to tutor her would be the hard part. No, getting him on his own was going to be the hard part, and this is what occupied her mind for most of the second half of DADA.

He was going to get up and leave with the Marauders when the class ended, and Caitee was at a loss as to how to get him away from them. The only sane thing she could come up with was simply asking. It seemed lame and potentially awkward, but it was better than some of the other insane options that ran through her mind.

The class ended all too soon and Caitee almost backed out entirely, except that this might be her only chance and, besides everything else, she really needed a Transfiguration tutor.

"Hey Remus, can I talk to you for a sec?" she found herself saying, feeling extremely awkward as she caught up with him as he left the room with the Marauders.

"Sure Caitee. Go on without me guys," he replied, pausing so she could fall into step with him.

"So, I didn't do quite as well in my Transfiguration O.W.L as I'd hoped," she began when they were alone. "But McGonagall has agreed to let me take the class at N.E.W.T level, on the condition I get a tutor. Do you think you might be up to the task?" she asked, silently praising Lisa for the millionth time.

"Are you sure you want me? I mean, there are people better in our class," he said.

"Maybe, but I wouldn't trust any of them to have the patience to teach me, only you," she pointed out. "Plus, you're seriously talented."

"Well, if you're sure," he said, blushing a little. "We can have our lessons after the class on Fridays?" he suggested.

"Sounds perfect," Caitee grinned. "Hey, uh, do you want to—"

"Come on Moony, what's taking you so long?" Sirius popped up from out of nowhere, interrupting Caitee's sudden idea.

"I'm just having a conversation with Caitee," Remus said, rolling his eyes. "Sorry," he said to Caitee.

"Don't worry about it," she shook her head.

"Hey Caitee, how's life?" Sirius asked her.

"Grand," she replied, with just a hint of sarcasm.

"That's good. Well, we must be off. Nice chatting to you."

Remus barely had time to wave goodbye before Sirius had pulled him around the corner.

Caitee stayed there for a few more moments, trying to figure out exactly what had happened. Then, with a sigh, she headed back to her common room, looking on the bright side: at least Remus had said yes to the tutoring.

The rest of the week went by fairly uneventfully for Caitee. Except for Thursday when Marcus Davis, captain of the Ravenclaw Quidditch team, came up to where Caitee was sitting with Mo and Nick at breakfast, looking a little hysterical.

"Okay, I've booked the Quidditch pitch for Monday so we can hold try outs. I don't know how we're going to replace Sean and Michael. Sean was the best seeker I've ever seen and Michael worked so well with you and Rory, Caitee. But we have to win this year, I can't lose in my final year, I just can't!" he said, speaking very fast, before collapsing on the bench between Caitee and Mo.

"Marcus, look at me," Caitee said, putting her hands on his shoulders and shaking him slightly. "You're the greatest Quidditch captain Ravenclaw has ever seen," she continued when he raised his glance. "And I'm sure that, no matter who tries out on Monday, you'll pick two people who are perfect for the team. Or at least will be when you're done with them."

"And besides, we'll be there to help you make the decision, so there's no chance of you screwing up," Mo added.

Marcus nodded, seeming reassured.

"You're right. You're totally right. Thanks guys." And with that, he stood up and left the great hall.

"I have a feeling we're going to have a tough time keeping that one from going insane this year," Mo said as they watched him go.

"You can say that again."

Friday arrived with an orangey glow through the dorm room window and the prospect of almost an entire day dedicated to Transfiguration.

The double period went much smoother than Caitee had hoped. It seemed the knowledge she'd be seeing the object of her usual distraction immediately after the class helped her be … not be distracted by him.

They were learning about human transfiguration, which McGonagall demonstrated by turning her face completely unrecognisable and then back again. Caitee managed to make her hair grow a whole ten inches, much to her surprise. However, she also managed to turn it an alarming shade of green.

"Nice hair," Remus commented when he joined her once class had finished and the colour still hadn't faded.

"Thanks, I'm thinking about keeping it permanently," Caitee replied, flipping the masses of it over her left shoulder.

"Definitely makes your eyes pop," Remus agreed.

Caitee laughed, trying to keep her nervousness at bay. This was getting off to a good start; she didn't want to ruin it.

"So, library then? I figure we'll start with revising the theory before we need a classroom for the practical stuff," Remus suggested.

"Sounds like a plan," Caitee agreed, slinging her bag over her shoulder.

They walked to the library in silence, and Caitee tried not to fill it by over analyzing everything in her head.

This was proving near impossible.

Caitee was very bad at not worrying, and at that moment, she had a lot to worry about. She worried about seeming dumb when Remus tried to teach her, and the fact that this was her first time alone with him for an extended period of time and ohmymerlin what if she's boring or lame and why did her hair have to be green?

"This'll do," Remus said.

Caitee hadn't even noticed they'd entered the library, but there they were, at a table in the back corner and Remus was getting his textbook out and Caitee figured she should probably do the same.

"I thought we could start with the things you didn't understand from last year, that way you wont be lost when we start building on all that stuff this year. Is that okay with you?" Remus asked pulling out a stack of notes and letting them fall onto his textbook.

"That's, actually, genius. I knew I chose the right person to tutor me," Caitee replied.

Remus did prove to be particularly good at tutoring. Once Caitee got past the whole "holy shit I'm this close to Remus freaking Lupin" thing, she found she actually understood what he was explaining to her. Concepts that had previously eluded her were suddenly completely obvious thanks to a trick of Remus's, or the way he worded an explanation.

"So, how'd you end up in need of a Transfiguration tutor?" Remus asked as Caitee copied out some notes. "I mean, you've always seemed quite intelligent, and not just because you're in Ravenclaw."

Caitee let out a laugh. "I may be intelligent, but Transfiguration seems to be a bit of a weak spot with me. It's one of the most complex areas of magic, which is probably why I find it so fascinating. Otherwise I would have just given up on it completely and taken Potions this year instead".

"Why didn't you?

"Because I'd much rather spend my time trying hard in something that interests me, like Transfiguration, then cruising along in something that bores me, like Potions. Besides, I want to write novels or for The Daily Prophet after Hogwarts and none of the subjects we can take are essential to me getting into that career path, so I might as well do what I love and have as much fun as I can while I'm here."

"Wow," Remus said, looking astounded.

"What?" Caitee asked, suddenly worried she'd said too much.

"I think you may have just found the key to happiness."

"Maybe in one aspect of life," she said with a smile, looking down at her parchment. "I'm still working on some of the others," she added quietly.

Caitee could feel his eyes on her as she wrote and she tried to focus on not blushing (along with not misspelling everything or spilling ink everywhere).

"What about you then?" she asked suddenly, glancing up.

"Sorry?"

"Well, you seem reasonably intelligent too, you know, for a Gryffindor," she teased. "What are your plans for the future?"

"Oh … well … I haven't really thought about it," Remus replied, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly.

"Seriously? You don't have any dreams? Goals? Things you really want to do after school?"

An odd expression crossed Remus's face for a split second. But Caitee only had enough time to register that it was sad, at least, before it was gone.

"Not really, I'm more of a 'make the most of now' kinda guy. Which, if we go by the speech you just made, is not unlike yourself," he pointed out.

"Well, you're not wrong there."

They smiled at each other for a moment, before Remus glanced up at the clock on the wall.

"Wow, is that the time already?" he said suddenly. "We've gone ten minutes over schedule."

"And here I was, thinking this was going to be a drag," Caitee said with a laugh. "Thanks, by the way. I'm going to have to find a way to repay you for this."

"Oh, no, no, don't even think about it. It's my pleasure," he said, shaking his head.

"Maybe, but it can't exactly be convenient for you. No, I promise to make it up to you whether you like it or not," she vowed.

"And I promise to avoid it whether you like it or not," he counted. "Hey, sorry about Sirius on Monday, by the way, my friends needed me for something urgent," he added, packing his notes away.

"Don't worry about it, I'm sure it was important," she said, helping him.

Remus scoffed. "Only a little."

"You've got me curious now," Caitee said.

"Well, it's top secret Marauders stuff, I can't exactly tell you details. Though I will warn you not to eat the peas on Halloween."

Caitee raised her eyebrows. "Noted."

"Anyway, same time next week?"

"Same time next week."


(Lisa)

"We should plan something for Halloween."

Lisa looked up from her Divination homework when Caitee walked into the Room of Requirement.

"Your hair is green," she pointed out.

"Long story," Caitee said, flopping down in her favourite armchair. "Anyway: Halloween. Prank ideas. Brainstorm. Go."

"Wait, why are we pranking on Halloween? Haven't we already done that?" Nick asked.

"Yeah, two years ago, I think it's the perfect time to revamp the exploding pumpkins prank, or something similar. Besides, Halloween is such a great time to pull something and this might be our last chance. Next year we'll be too worried about getting through N.E.," Caitee explained.

"She's got a point," David said. "Besides, it's the end of the first week back and we haven't even discussed the possibility of pranking, I've been having withdrawals."

"I'm in," Lisa agreed. "If you explain to me why your hair's green."

"Transfiguration. I was only supposed to make it grow but … well you know my track record in that class," Caitee explained.

"How'd you're study date, or whatever you want to call it, go anyway?" David asked.

"Really well, he's actually a brilliant teacher," Caitee replied, hugging a cushion to her chest and grinning widely.

"So, 'Operation: Get In Remus's Pants via Tutoring' is right on track then?" Lisa asked.

"Ye-no! What? That's not what it's called!" Caitee said, frowning.

"What is it called then?"

"It's not called anything. Its just Remus tutoring me in Transfiguration cause I need a tutor in Transfiguration."

"And you just so happen to want to get in to his pants."

"Lisa …"

"Ooh! Did he get his wand out?"

"Lisa."

"Is it long and thick?"

"Lisa."

"Did he work his magic with it?"

"I swear to Merlin."

"Did sparks fly out the end?"

"Okay that one didn't even make sense."

"I'm sorry, it's just a rich area. A rich, woody, area."

Caitee threw her cushion at Lisa's head, which she tried and failed to dodge, her cheeky smirk staying right in place.

"You guys are going to ruin my innocence," Nick said, closing his Charms textbook in defeat.

"You've known us how long?" Caitee asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Fair point," Nick replied.

"So, I saw the dog again," Lisa said in a complete change of subject.

"The shaggy black one?" Caitee asked.

"Yeah. I asked him where he came from today, not expecting him to answer of course, and he grinned at me. The dog grinned at me. Like he knew he was screwing with my mind."

"Are you sure he's not just a figment of your imagination?" David asked.

"I swear to Merlin he's real. Fang saw him. Actually, Fang seems to like him, which is weird, cause there's definitely something going on here."

"Lisa, honey, it's a dog. Merlin knows there are a million other things in that forest. Things significantly more terrifying than an ownerless, shaggy black dog," Caitee pointed out.

"Fine, don't believe me, but next time we visit Fang and a second dog shows up and looks at you funny, then you'll know what I mean."


A/N: I … can't promise the next part will be up quick. But I can try! Sorry again.