Kalli here!

Wow guys... if your still reading my story at this point, you have gained all my respect. My plan for the summer did NOT go as planned. This was THE LONGEST writers block i have EVER had. 6 months? You all must hate me by now.

So, here i am. First day of my holiday break and im spending it writing for you guys (: 3

Honestly, thank you all so so so so SOOO much for the alerts! I love you all for that! And the reviews, yes.. reviews make me happy *hint hint*

In other news, my birthday is coming up on January 5th :D Yay!

Okay okay, enough of me. Here's the chapter i whipped up today. (it's boring, no Sirius scenes so.. beware :D )

I own nothing except for the plot and Sirius's first-born!


You know, this morning would be much more desirable if I hadn't gotten the Princes of Hogwarts stuck in all my classes. It'd also be a bonus if everyone weren't smiling as if Christmas had come early. It couldn't siriusly- I mean, seriously- be all that funny.

Right? I definitely hope so.

"Stop smiling like fools! It's not all that funny, really guys." I stubbornly closed my eyes and furrowed my brows together, shaking my head all the while.

"You just had to see your face Brielle! It was priceless!" squeaked Anna. Everyone broke into laughter, all eyes on me. I was starting to get uncomfortable. I hadn't felt this self-conscious since I lost a bet and had to dive naked into the riverbank back home – in front of guys. I was only ten then and nothing was there yet, but honestly. Look at me now; I have…decent proportions… I think.

Lily, probably sensing my utter discomfort, brushed away a strand of red hair as she rolled her eyes. "Really, Brielle. We almost have the same schedule, except you – along with Potter and Black – took Ancient Runes instead of Divination."

This brightened my mood a bit, but still.

Then again, this could be the perfect chance to test out how skilled I really am at casting embarrassing spells.

After shoving my food away with a brightened pout – it took all of my self-control to do this- I got up from the table, books weighing down the shoulder bag I carried, and said a simple, "I'll meet you in class." to the others.

I made long strides towards the oversized doors at the end of the Hall, boldly smiling at anyone who looked, sneered, or scoffed in my direction.

When I made my way out into the Entrance hall, I immediately stopped in my hasty escape. There, near the marble staircase, stood Regulus and Bellatrix Black, torturing what looked like a first year Ravenclaw. The poor girl's robes had large gashes in them, exposing her under shirt. She had tears running down her face, her brown hair messy and shaking as her petite frame shivered. I looked around, wondering why no one had decided to help the girl, or why teachers seemed to never be carefully patrolling the halls.

Seeing that no one was here to help, I took my wand out of my robes while quietly making my way behind an empty, large hourglass. My heart pounded and my blood pulsed in my ears, the fighting gene already kicking in.

"Look, mudblood, you have to learn how to treat your higher beings." Regulus sneered at the little girl, tears still sliding down her cheeks. "You don't step on their feet, let alone touch them."

"I doubt anyone will notice if we dump her in the forbidden forest, huh?" laughed Bellatrix, who twirled her wand in the air.

Wait a second. Didn't James, Peter, and Sirius deal with Bellatrix and Renee? Or did they honestly just let them go without punishment? I rolled my eyes, annoyed at the thought. Who were the oh-so clever wizards I had been hearing about all this time?

A small shriek brought my attention as to where I was and what I was doing. The Ravenclaw girl was now hanging upside down, as if a giant was carrying her by the ankle. It registered in my mind that the same thing happened to me on the train the previous day. A strong flare of anger burned in the pit of my stomach as a sneer took over my face, ready to defend the girl and hex the slimy Slytherins into oblivion.

I jumped from the hourglass I was standing next to and raised my wand. And then almost as suddenly as I said "Slugulus Eructo!" and watched as the green ray of light hit square at Bellatrix's chest, a small man came around the corner at the top of the Grand Staircase, his robe waving behind his small body. I remember seeing him at the table in the Great Hall among other teachers and staff.

So he was a professor. How awesome.

He suddenly stopped and stared straight at me, the wrinkles in his features becoming more prominent as his eyes became slits.

Bellatrix's eyes widened. She lurched forward, dropping her wand and clutching her stomach, her pale skin starting to receive a slight green in color. Then, (I needed to cover my mouth from disgust) a slimy, squirmy slug slid out of her mouth and landed on the stone floor. And then another... and another. The professor ran to her as he waved his wand in the air and a bucket appeared. He placed it under Bellatrix's hunched form, murmuring something, and then sat straight up and met my eyes.

"Excuse me, Miss Pandora. I need a moment with you in my office, right after you escort Miss Black here to the hospital wing on the seventh floor."

"But, Professor-"

"Hush. No excuses! Now go!" he bent over and picked up Bellatrix's wand, and then held his hand out. "Give me your wand, also. You'll get it back once I consult with Professor McGonagall."

"Professor-"

"I said enough!"

"No, I don't know who you are-"

"Oh. Dear, I'm Professor Flitwick and the teacher of Charms. Madame Pomfrey will tell you where my office is."

I nodded, acting as if I weren't confused on who was Madame Pomfrey. So after hunching my shoulders in defeat, I trudged over to the demon spawn that was still leaning over the bucket, her slug-mouth too full for her to speak. Instead, she glared at me, her black eyes flashing. I grabbed one of her sleeves and forcefully pulled her up to her feet, where she swayed on the spot and regurgitated some more.

One thing I noticed before we left for the hospital wing; Regulus seemed to have suddenly disappeared, along with the little Ravenclaw, before the little professor saw them.

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The matron of the Hospital wing, Madame Pomfrey, took Bellatrix from me. I had to explain to her what I did, and she shook her head while "tsk-tsking" saying students these days had no care for the health and safety of others. I tried to tell her the full story, but Bellatrix just kept 'accidentally' stomping on my feet or flinging her elbow back to meet my gut.

Apparently, she would be perfectly fine in about five minutes, so I had to distance myself as far as I could. But it wasn't hard, since classes were in ten minutes and I still had to go to Professor Flitwick's office. Madame Pomfrey had scribbled directions on a torn piece of parchment and handed them to me.

How I found it with these directions in this big castle, I have no idea.

I opened the door to Flitwick's class. My eyes widened for several reasons; the classroom was huge, and the windows that stretched from floor to ceiling didn't make it seem smaller, and this was my first real-life glimpse of an actual wizarding classroom. Desks and books were everywhere. There were papers scattered on the floor, even though classes didn't start yet, and various knick-knacks lay on shelves; feathers, candles, small toys, etc.

I took a deep breath, closed my eyes, and trudged to the door on the far wall. As I raised my hand to knock, the door flew open, and Flitwick's voice croaked "Come in."

I stepped into the round, small room. There were absolutely no bare surfaces, since books or more knick-knacks covered every inch of the room.

"Sit down, dear."

I took the seat directly across from Flitwick. I almost smiled because I was taller than him while sitting than he is while standing at his full height.

"Miss Pandora, explain to me why you hexed Bellatrix Black." He said simply, his mustache twitching.

And so I told him about the incident with Bellatrix, and how she and Regulus were torturing a Ravenclaw, and how I hexed the psychopath so she would stop.

"Hm... No one else seemed to be there when I came walking in. In my point of view, you shot a curse at Miss Black for no apparent reason."

"But Regulus was there! And so was the little girl!"

"This little girl… you said she was a Ravenclaw? I'm head of that house. I'll ask them myself if anyone was being tortured. You will be punished, Miss Pandora, if you're lying. Now go. Classes start soon. Tell Professor Binns you were having a talk with me and that I hope its ok for you to be late."

I sighed, hefting my shoulder bag – which seemed to be getting heavier by the minute - and saying, "Yes, Professor Flitwick."

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Thank Merlin for friendly Hogwarts students. A very tall, cute Hufflepuff sixth-year named BernardMeadowes showed me where the History of Magic classroom was. Before I entered the room, he whispered "Don't have too much fun." In my ear and then disappeared around the corner, off to his own class.

I entered the class with hesitation. Of course I was the last one to arrive; my luck was as pure as a rotten apple.

I was taken aback that Professor Binns was actually a silvery ghost who looked about as excited as I was to see Bellatrix. He frowned at me and said in a droning voice "Already late, Miss..?"

"Sorry Professor. Professor Flitwick wanted to have a word with me, and he hopes you don't mind." I pursed my lips and inched towards the open seat next to Anna, who was holding back giggles.

"Well... if that was the case. Anyways, class. This year you'll be taking the O.; Ordinary Wizarding Level tests. That means you must pay extra attention in this class and take extra-intricate notes. I will not be slowing down for any of you. It will be your responsibility to understand what's going on. Quills ready?" Shuffling around to room indicated that everyone was taking out parchment and ink. "Okay. The Goblin Rebellion in 1367 sparked..."

For the next hour and a half, I tried scribbling notes and organizing the dates by ascending order, all the while trying not to fall asleep. My eyelids wouldn't cooperate, however. I thought about learning about History of Magic back in Brazil and remembered that father's friend, Mr. Santiago, would use emotion in the passages he repeated aloud, and sometimes even act scenes out.

Occasionally my attention would drift around the classroom. Emma and Amelia sat together in the front, repeating everything Binns said as if they were to memorize it by heart. They then fell on Remus, who looked sickly pale, but was still hunched over taking notes. I noticed that James and Sirius, who sat in the back, were tilting their chairs back and making paper planes and sending them across the room to random students. (How would they learn about the Goblin Rebellion?) James, who saw me looking, smiled and sent one to me.

I turned my head around and saw that Binns had his back turned, while still rambling on about the importance of the imprisonment of who knows what. The paper plane landed on my parchment. I opened it gingerly, and read in James's quick-scribble penmanship:

Tell Lily I said she looks more beautiful than usual today.

Cheers!

I quietly laughed to myself, handing Anna the note, who smiled and passed it on to Lily. She rolled her emerald eyes and continued writing notes, her quill scratching the parchment.

As class ended (there were sighs of relief throughout the room) I stood and stretched. My hand was cramped from the note-taking, and I remembered Bernard, who told me not to have too much fun. I cracked a smile, which earned a "What're you smiling at?" from Anna.

I shrugged and said "Nothing." but still smiling all the way.

"Why were you late, anyway, Brielle?" asked Lily as we headed towards the exit of the class. James was waiting by the door, pulling off a puppy-dog look and staring straight at Lily. She gave him a hard look and brushed him away, turning back to me as she waited for my answer.

"Got in trouble already. I made Bellatrix cough up slugs for torturing a little Ravenclaw, along with that sleazy Regulus. It's a shame that Professor Flitwick had only seen me cursing Bellatrix. Regulus and the little girl had disappeared before Flitwick had time to see them. I had to escort Bellatrix to Madame Pomfrey and then report to Flitwick's office. He says he'll talk to his house. If I'm lying, he said, then I'll be sure to get detention."

Anna raised her eyebrows, impressed. "Let's just hope you didn't lose us any points. It would kill me to see Slytherin beat us out in the House Cup this year." She saw my look of puzzlement on my face. "-You see, Brielle. Each year the school holds a competition where you receive points from professors or doing something good. But, you can also lose points by getting detention or breaking the rules. The house with the most points at the end of the school year gets the House Cup, a big honor."

"Er... well… I'll try to behave. I'd love to beat out Slytherin, too. Now, which class do we have next?"

"Potions." said a voice from behind. Remus Lupin caught up to us and he smiled, although it didn't have much effect because of his pale face and extra-dark circles under his eyes. He looked as if he might pass out any second now.

"Ooh, I always hated potions. In Brazil, I would never be able to measure anything out right, or stir correctly… or do anything precisely, for that matter!"

"Well, good luck with Professor Slughorn. I wouldn't fret too much, though. He only pays attention to star students, like Lily and Snape." Remus replied, shrugging.

"Snake?"

"No, no, Snape. S-N-A-P-E. Trust me; you'll know who he is. You'll get to meet him right now, actually, because we share Potions with Slytherin."

I pursed my lips at this, thinking about the mischievous glimmer that I saw in James's eyes as Remus mentioned Snape.


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