A/N: Long chapter, couldn't sleep. I always feel like I write sentences that are too long. Let me know if it's too much, I'll make sure to shorten them up next chapter. Enjoy :P

She couldn't get James Potter out of her head. That night, Storm had levitated Lucius into his bed and then lain awake for hours thinking about him. And when she awoke, the next morning she had thought of him even more. When Lucius had arrived in the great hall for breakfast that morning, looking very confused, Jamie had eyes him quizzically.

"Where were you this morning?" He had said, irate. No one missed the morning meeting.

Storm had held her breath, praying that the memory charm had worked. And then for some reason, the image of James' face when he found her, his concerned brown eyes staring down at her concernedly filled her mind. Lucius had responded that he merely slept late and Storm was filled with relief. She pushed James Potter to the back of her mind, refusing to think of him again. Glancing down at her timetable, she realized she had ancient runes first and her heart leapt. Storm wasn't one to dance around her feelings. If she felt something, she immediately acknowledged it, and then decided whether to act on it or not. At that moment she realized that she liked James Potter. And at that moment she decided to act.

Storm left breakfast, heading for her ancient runes classroom with a strange feeling of excitement. She deserved to be happy. She had sacrificed so much for the damned greater good, and while she acknowledged that she had made the right decision, Storm realized that she had always put her work for the order first. Sure she had boyfriends; back at Beauxbaton's where she knew her family couldn't interfere. But she had never done anything for herself that could possibly affect her position as a spy. Storm knew that staying at Hogwart's and constantly playing the pureblood bitch would eventually drive her mad. She needed a friend, someone at the school who she could confide in. And James Potter had proven himself to her. Suddenly she was jerked from her thoughts as Jamie approached her, his expression stormy.

"We need to talk, now," he said, furiously, pulling her from the crowded corridor, into an empty classroom. Storm was scared. Had he found out about the spying? Did he know about Lucius? He mind was a swirl of panic. But her expression betrayed nothing, her face a mask of indifference.

"What is it, Jamie? I need to get to class," she said, meeting his gaze coolly.

"I haven't had the chance to talk to you about that stunt you pulled on the group the other night. What were you thinking, telling them to stop attacking the other students like some high-and-mighty prefect? Gone and gotten a conscience have you? Feeling a bit sorry for the blood traitors and the mudbloods?"

Storm was relieved. This, she could take. She knew exactly what to say to calm him down. "Of course not, brother. I'm shocked you think so little of me," she paused, raising her brow at him, "I was merely ensuring that our allies remain in school. You know how our dear headmaster is. The old fool believes in equality. He believes that the disgusting vermin are our equals. He would not hesitate to expel those of us who feel…differently," she finished, her expression cold as ice.

Jamie seemed unconvinced, "I hope, for your sake, that you are telling the truth. Remember, I will be watching," He said, turning on his heel and leaving the room.

Storm breathed a sigh of relief. But as she approached the ancient runes classroom she realized – it would be dangerous to pursue anything with James now. She couldn't jeopardize her position. As much as she wanted to think about herself for once, it would be impossible with Jamie watching her every move. She entered the classroom, feeling her resolve set. She would have to go it alone, at least until Jamie let up on her.

Storm took her seat beside James, her face an emotionless mask.

"Storm, we need to talk. Are you okay? What happened with Malfoy this morning?" James questioned, whispering.

"It's Hunter to you. We don't need to talk. Nothing happened, remember?" Storm responded coldly, feeling sick with herself. She hated being so rude to him, especially after all he had done for her.

James was taken aback by her rudeness. "Fine," he muttered, hurt. He turned to the front, and begrudgingly began to take notes as the professor droned on about the properties of dragon stone. Not another word was exchanged for the remainder of the lesson.

Night had fallen, and James, Sirius and Peter crept across the grounds, all three of them under the cover of James' invisibility cloak.

"I think we're right to take the cloak of now boys," James said, swinging the cloak off them and tucking it into his robes, "Wormtail, go ahead and press the knot on the willow. Remus will have transformed by now."

Peter grinned, his silhouette disappearing from view, only to be replaced by a small, grey rat.

"Excited Prongs?" Sirius said, as his body morphed into an enormous black dog. He shook his fur, playfully biting at James' heels.

"Ah, Pads. Like I said this morning; there is nothing like a full moon!" And with that James leapt into the air, landing gracefully in the form of a stag. The two boys approached the whomping willow, entering the hidden hut through a concealed door in it's trunk. It was going to be a great night.

Storm was moved quickly down the stairs of the dormitory, and through the common room. It was five o'clock in the morning, and she had been shaken awake by a scared looking first year who had informed her that James Potter was outside the common room, and had asked for her. Storm was worried. Things travelled fast in Slytherin house. How long until Jamie and the other mini death eaters discovered that a Gryffindor blood traitor had come to the common room asking for her at five o'clock in the morning? This was bad. Storm pushed open the exit of the common room violently, stepping out into the corridor too find a dishevelled looking James Potter.

"What. Are. You. Doing. Here." Storm said, coldly.

"I know it's early, please just hear me out. Last night you said you would do me one favour to repay me. Well I need to call in on that one now. I have a serious problem, and it really cannot wait. Walk with me, I will fill you in on the way," James spoke in a rush, grabbing Storm's arm and pulling her after him as he moved quickly down the corridor, away from the Slytherin common room.

Storm immediately nodded her acquiesce, allowing him to lead her down the stairwell. She had told him she would do one thing for him. She had said anything. And Storm wasn't one to go back on a promise.

"Fine. Explain what I need to do," she responded, pulling her arm from his and walking quickly to keep up with him.

James was surprised, he come to her only out of desperation, and had half expected that she would turn him away.

"How good are you at healing?" He asked her, his tone anxious.

"Very. My parents aren't the most forgiving," Storm responded, calmly.

"Fantastic...Sort of. I'll need you to bear with me while I explain this, there is a bit of a story too it but it's all relevant to the favour I'm asking. Sirius Black, Remus Lupin and Peter Pettigrew and I are best friends, have been since first year. Two years ago, Sirius, Peter and I discovered that Remus was a werewolf," James paused briefly, allowing her a moment to digest the information. Storm nodded, and he continued, "So, being the great friends we are, we all became illegal animagi so that we could keep him company during his transformations."

At this, Storm raised her eyebrows in disbelief, stopping in her tracks. "Well that's…dedication. But why are you telling me this? Aren't you worried I will tell the whole school? I'm a Slytherin after all, I hate half breeds, mudbloods, blood traitors and such; you know the drill," She said, frowning.

James grabbed her arm, pulling her back into motion as he descended yet another staircase, bound for the Gryffindor common room. "I'm not really concerned. I have quite a lot on you," he said pointedly, before continuing with his explanation, "Anyway, so we stay with Remus every transformation. And last night was full moon. Things got a bit out of hand, and he attacked Sirius – who was in his animagus form, of course. But he scratched him up quite a bit. We can't take him to the hospital wing – Pomfrey will ask too many questions. And we all kind of suck at healing," James finished, looking at her nervously.

Storm caught on quickly, "So you need me to heal him?" She asked.

James nodded, "Will you? Please. This is out last option. We can't ask anyone else, we can't risk it."

"I said anything, James," Storm said as they approached a huge portrait of an overweight woman seated on a chaise lounge.

"Password?" Asked the painted figure.

"Pig snout," responded James, and the portrait swung open to reveal a large, cushy looking room with a crackling fire surrounded by red and gold armchairs.

Storm surveyed the room, guessing it was the Griffindor common room. She allowed James to lead her up a staircase, and he pushed open a door to reveal a dormitory. On one of the beds, the curtains were drawn open to reveal Sirius Black looking rather worse for wear. A pudgy boy that Storm assumed to be Peter Pettigrew stood by him, looking panicked.

"What hurts?" Storm asked, approaching the bed and noting a large scratch that extended from Sirius' shoulder to hip.

"Isn't it obvious?" Asked Sirius, surprisingly lucid given the state he was in.

"Padfoot, watch it. She is doing us a favour," James snapped, seating himself at the foot of the bed beside Peter.

"I'm not doing you a favour, I'm returning the favour you did me. Shut up so I can fix this and go back to bed," Storm spoke coldly, slipping into her pureblood persona as she surveyed the damage. Sirius groaned as Storm ran her fingers down his chest over the torn flesh.

"This is bad. I can fix it, but don't expect that skin to go back to normal. It will leave a scar," Storm said as she withdrew her wand from her robes.

Muttering a spell, she ran her wand over the length of the wound, and the marauders looked on in wonder as the skin zipped up leaving nothing but a faded, pink scar.

"I'm leaving. Consider that debt repaid," Storm said, turning on her heal and leaving the room, making her way down the stairs. She was moving through the empty Griffindor common room when a strong arm grabbed hold of her hand, pulling her around.

"What is it?" Storm asked coldly, despising herself. There was nothing worse than being cruel to good people, she reflected. That was the most horrible part of being a spy.

James said nothing, his face taking on a strange look as he stared into her green eyes. Suddenly, he pulled her too him, crashing his lips against her own. Storm stood still, shocked for a moment before tangling her hands in his hair and kissing him back, caught in the moment. All too soon, she pulled away.

"I can't," She said, turning on her heel and leaving the Griffindor common room. Storm was shocked with herself. She wasn't the sort to go back on a decision, and she had made the choice not to pursue anything with James Potter. She walked back to the Slytherin common room in silence. There would be hell to pay tomorrow when the mini-death eaters found out about James asking for her that morning.

"I was wrong," She whispered to herself, "The most horrible part of being a spy isn't being cruel to good people. The most horrible part of being a spy is being cruel to myself."