A/N: I found pictures of what I think all the characters look like. For links, email me. Yeah, it's called box breathing. I always use it backstage right before I'm about to go on because I usually almost have an aneurysm. Lol.

Won-Won-Weirdo: I like how we got absolutely no writing done tonight. At all.

xxvisionaryxx: Not to mention Abarella Abbott, Patrick Peters, Gwyneth Garret, Katherine Kirkwood, Brandon Bones, Marilyn Mercer, Susan Suthers, Peter Parkinson, and Caroline Crabbe.

Chocofrolicangel: That's a really good point, I guess I never thought of that. I was just having an issue making time pass. Haha. Thank you for the review, it made my day. I love thorough reviews like that!

Coolcat1000: I'm glad you like everything and enjoy the story, I hope to keep you as a reader.

Side Note: I've never finished a fan fiction in my entire fan fiction career. I'm sorry if I stop writing this midway.

I can't believe Heath Ledger's dead! He was gorgeous, and talented! Aww. Make it be un-true… Rest In Peace.


"Kate!" I shouted when I woke up the next morning. I saw her form in her bed and decided to attack it.

"Liz?" She asked groggily, slowly opening her eyes. Kate and I always loved the weekend, it gave us a chance to sleep in while it gave Demi and Gwyn a chance to rush about and do their beauty routine.

"You're back!"

"I wasn't dying or anything," she said, pulling the covers over her head and curling up into a ball.

"Then why did you have to go to the Hospital wing?" I poked her unconscious form, trying to get her to wake up and stay that way.

"I just needed a break," she sighed, staring at me from a little hole in the covers. "Now leave me alone before I feel the need to seek out Madam Pomfrey again."

"Fine," I yawned getting up off her bed. "I'm going to shower but you better be dressed by the time I get back!" I grabbed my shower things and made my way to the Prefect's bathroom.

I got in, locking the door behind me. I continued to set my things on the counter, making sure everything was ready for my bath. Gwyn and Demi had a beauty routine consisting of buying new make-up products, where as Kate and mine consisted of relaxation and nice smelling soaps. I flicked my hair behind me, winking at the mermaid in her painting who had a mischievous grin on her face. I abruptly stopped undressing when I heard a noise from somewhere inside the bathroom.

"Hello?" I asked, standing there in my tank-top and girl's boxers. "Is there anyone in here?" I started walking around the bathroom, slowly walking towards the closets.

"Die!" Black shouted, jumping out of the closet.

"Oh my God!" I shouted back, falling to the floor as I clutched my chest. "What the hell! What the fucking hell!"

"Calm down," he managed to get out between bursts of laughter. "I'm not actually going to kill you." I took a moment to breathe, regaining my posture.

"What the hell are you doing here?" I asked, still sitting on the floor. "You are neither a prefect nor a girl."

"I am, however," he smiled, "Sirius Black." He extended his hand out to me.

"No thanks," I replied, slapping it away and getting up on my own. "Now get back to your house before I deduct points."

"Are you sure you wouldn't fancy a bath instead?" he asked, giving me an elegantly casual smile.

"I would actually," I replied, "one completely void of scum like you. Now, LEAVE."

"Right," he smiled, "call me when you change your mind."


"That is it!" I shouted, stomping into the Girl's bathroom in our dormitory. "I am thoroughly, utterly, and completely sick of Sirius Black."

"What's he done now?" Gwyn replied, peeling a greenish layer off her face.

"I caught him in the Girl's Prefect bathroom!" I threw my stuff in the general direction of my bed and stood behind Demi and Gwyn, crossing my arms over my chest. "He cannot get away with this!"

"Did you deduct points?" I heard Kate's voice from beneath her covers.

"No," I replied. "I have a better idea."

"Yes?" Gwyn asked, her eyes lighting up.

"Operation Black Attack is revived," I said with a smirk. I immediately heard a frustrated sigh come from Kate.

"Now, now, Lady Katherine," Gwyn smiled, getting up and walking over to her bed, "no reason to be so judgmental."

"I'm not being judgmental, I'm being reasonable," she replied, still insisting on being buried beneath her dozen blankets.

"Just hear me out then," Gwyn smiled. "You might find reason in my answer."

"Fine," Kate answered, peeling away her blankets and finally emerging from beneath them. "Justify it."

"He's arrogant," I said.

"He needs to learn this lesson before it's too late," Gwyn added, crossing her arms over her chest.

"We'll be doing him a favor," Demi muttered, speaking for the first time in my presence.

"I'm not buying it," Kate said, and began going back beneath the blankets.

"Wait!" Gwyn yelped before Kate was submerged again. "We need you, to send you in as an agent to keep Remus busy."

"Remus?" Kate asked, her face lightening up.

"Yes," Gwyn replied with a huge smile. "Remus Lupin."

"Alright," Kate sighed. "I mean, I guess Black needs to learn this now before it irrevocably damages him for life."

"Yes and who better to teach him," Gwyn started, "than…"

"Us," we all spoke together.

"Fantastic," Gwyn breathed after a minute of silence. "We're all on the same page then?" She looked around the room, taking a second to stare at each of us individually and wait for a nod. "Beautiful. Now if you ladies don't mind, Demi and I must really get these masks off before they set themselves into our pores." They rushed to the bathroom, closing the door. I could hear them fighting over the sink.

"So what do you think?" Kate asked as soon as we heard them start the water.

"You know what I think," I sighed, sitting on the bed beside her. "What do you think?"

"Operation Black Attack is a go, as far as I'm concerned," she said, giving a weak smile. "Gwyn, however…"

"Come on, you saw how supportive she was," I replied.

"Yes, but she seemed as if she were expecting the entire thing," Kate was concentrating hard on her hands. She always did that when she was attempting to figure out a puzzle.

"Katherine, you're being absolutely paranoid," I said. "I mean, I know you and Gwyn clash, but that doesn't mean she's a bad person."

"I'm not saying she is," she looked up at me. "But if something happens, and I'm saying if, not when, then remember that I told you so."

"Deal," I jutted my hand out at her.

"Deal," she said, shaking mine. "I no longer feel compelled to warn you."

"And I no longer feel compelled to listen," I laughed.


"So what is your plan?" I asked Gwyn when we finally made it to breakfast.

"Well, first thing's first," Gwyn smiled. I had decided to ask early on into the meal, seeing as how she seemed about to burst with excitement. "Observation."

"We're going to watch Black," Demi added, "see everyone he hangs out with, the stupid jokes he makes, the bands he's into, what he finds attractive, we're going to find out—"

"Everything," Gwyn finished for her. "We will be doing that until the first Hogsmeade visit which is exactly in twenty-eight days."

"Also known as four weeks," Demi added.

"Upon our visit to Hogsmeade," Gwyn went on, rushing her words out in her excitement, "we're going to buy all the clothes and items we find suitable for the operation from Gladrags and wherever else we need to go."

"And by the end of that week," Demi said, catching Gwyn's twinkle in her own eye, "you will be everything he's wanted."

"And by the end of this school year," Gwyn said.

"If everything goes to plan," Demi added.

"You will be everything he's dreaded," Gwyn said, a wicked smile contorting her features. I sat back for a second or two, not knowing how to react.

"It's quite brilliant," Kate admitted, having paused in reading her book to listen to the plan.

"I think so," Gwyn said, taking a few deep breaths.

"And he deserves it," I said. "I'm in."

"As am I," Gwyn said.

"So am I," Demi said, looking at me.

"Well," Kate sighed. "I guess I am too."

"Beautiful!" Gwyn screeched. "Now, Liz, there's something that you need to do until our first visit to Hogsmeade."

"Yes?" I asked, finishing the last of my tea and starting to actually eat.

"We need you to lay low," Gwyn sighed.

"Hmm," Kate replied. "That's a good idea. You should disappear from his view for a while."

"But how am I going to spy on him if I'm laying low?"

"You're not spying on him," Demi said with a bit of resentment, "we are."

"But then how do I know what kind of clothes you're going to be ordering for me?"

"You won't," Gwyn smiled. "It's going to be a surprise."

"This sounds like much more fun than I originally thought," Kate giggled, closing her book which was an epic event in its own way.

"I don't know," I was starting to be unsure of everything. I didn't know whether I wanted to go into a makeover completely blind of what the outcome would be.

"Oh come on," Gwyn sighed. "Don't ruin our fun."

"Yes, Liz," Demi said, a smirk placing itself on her face. "Don't ruin our fun."

"Alright," I sighed. "What's the worst thing that could happen?"


At first the days passed by slowly. We were all easing into our new responsibilities. I spent most of my time with Kate in the library, in total isolation of Sirius Black. Kate's main job was to do all she could to keep Black from realizing I was alive. I hardly ever saw Demi and Gwyn, seeing as how they were always tailing Black and his group of miscreants.

We all mainly made our own job outline. No one exactly knew what to do. However, as the days slowly turned into weeks, we were all turning into experts in what we had to do. Slowly, but surely, time ticked down to our first visit to Hogsmeade, where the group was to unite inside The Hog's Head and review the plan.


"Are you ready?" Kate asked as she bowed her head against the intense wind as we made our way to the shady bar.

"I was born ready, Katherine," I said, popping my collar against the wind. The weather had taken a harsh turn. "How do you feel?"

"If Demi and Gwyn did as well of a job as we did," she paused as a group of Third years passed us, "then all should go well."

"I hope," I replied. I opened the door to the bar and walked inside. I immediately spotted Demi and Gwyn at an isolated table in the shadiest corner of the bar.

"Hello ladies," Gwyn smiled as we sat down beside them.

"Good afternoon," Kate smiled.

"It feels nice to reunite," I chimed in.

"Quite," Demi answered, moving the boxes of clothes that they had ordered off the table to make room for the Butter Beer they had just ordered.

"Well then, down to business," Gwyn started. "It's time to tell you two what we've learned."


A/N: -insert evil laughter here- On a scale of one to ten, how much do you hate me? I'm thinking it's about an eight. Not only did I write a short chapter but that's possibly the worst cliffhanger I've ever left. Thanks for reading. R & R.