Ugh, made you wait a while. But my computer's been a stupid-bi-polar-PMSing-bitch-in-an-anti-gravity-chamber up until about two weeks ago.

My bad.

Screwy Dewey 10 (double digits baby)

Bleh.

"JAMES!" Sirius shouted to him from behind, "JAMES, WHO IS THAT?"

James scowled with his feet still pounding on the pavement, had they not heard him shout 'DEWEY' pr were they just not sure who she was.

"WHO DO YOU THINK, IDIOT, IT'S DEWEY," That was Remus.

"DEWEY WHO?" Sirius again. He was always a bit slow when things shocked him. Actually, he was always really slow when things shocked him.

James could literally hear Remus roll his eyes, "DEWEY POTTER, WHO ELSE?"

Just as Dewey and her friends skidded into an alley in front of him, Jude (fed up with the running, for fear of his guitar Michelle being seriously harmed) spun around and pulled out his switchblade, shoving James against the alley's stone wall.

James was knocked into the wall so hard he felt his breath whoosh out of him, and felt his heart skip a few beats (in a non-romantic way, of course). The cool blade of a knife pressed sharply against his throat, and he felt a bead of hot, sticky blood trail over his collarbone.

"Oi!" He saw Sirius pull the Irish man off of him and shake him, "Back off, mate!"

James pulled his wand out of his pocket and saw Dewey (it felt so good to say that, that he saw Dewey!) imperceptibly shake her head. Of course, as her twin, he percepted it, and ignored it.

"What'ya gonna do, mate?" The Irish bloke sneered, "Poke me tah' death wit' yer twig? Ah don' go down tha' easily, Misteh High an' Migh'y."

"It's not a twig, you idiot, it's a-" Sirius was cut off by Dewey

"Stick!" Dewey broke in, "You know what'd be weird, Jude? If James, my long lost twin brother here, and his pal, errrr….Sir-rye-us?"

"Sirius."

"And his pal Sirius, thought that the twig was a magic wand!" Dewey laughed fakely, "Wouldn't that be odd?"

The Irish guy, Jude, shook his head a took a step back from James, switching the blade closed and returning it to his back pocket, "Fer sure, that'd be odd. I dunno where yeh come up wit' these wacky ideas, Dews."

James blinked in understanding. So Jude was a muggle. What about the other man? (Subconsciously, James puffed up a bit. Even if he had been a muggle, James could've taken him…right?) James wrinkled his nose. Dewey was staying with two men. He shifted, willing himself not to ruin his chance at getting his sister back.

There was a long pause.

"Well, this ain't awkward at all." It was then that James noticed the black boys American drawl, like a cowboy except less noticeable.

"Dewey, you have to come home!" James cursed himself out in his mind. That was SO not the right way to start the conversation.

Dewey snorted loudly, "Yeah, right, I'm coming home for you."James frowned and Dewey coughed awkwardly, "Next time the 'rents are out of the house, find me and we'll jam it up, it'll be mad crazy, we can chat, get plastered and shit, a'ight?"

James blinked at his twin, "Errr...can you repeat that? ...in British?"

"The next time our mother and father our out of the manor, just locate me and we shall listen to some music and throw a huzzah, it'll be all over the gaff, wicked barmy, we can gab, you'll be off your face and kick it off, the full monty!"

James nodded eargerly, "Yes! That'd be absobloodylutely fantastic!"

"Down, boy," Rich laughed a bit, "Why don't you and your minions follow us over here, mah alley-"

Jude coughed.

"Oh, fahne, our alley is jus' this way," Rich swept away the back wall of the alley to reveal their little niche.

"Whoa," Peter muttered.

"I know, eh?" Jude agreed, "Innit weird how Rich found that blanket that looks just like the alley's wall."

"Yeah," Dewey smirked, "Real lucky for us."

James examined the small home, colorful blanketswere strewn across the floor, and the stone walls had been painted, the back wall was a large life-like painting of Rich pulled a rabbit out of a top hat. The wall to the left had an older looking Jude, but this Jude had a ripped shirt and jeans, a black lightening-bolt shaped guitar and was singing into a microphone on a stage, with screaming rock fans reaching up at him. On the thrid wall was a half finished painting of his sister – of Dewey – she was half-naked, he noted with a frown, wearing only a pair of pants and a red sports bra, she was smirking and playing with fire, as she usually is. The back ground wasn't quite finished yet, but it appeared to be some kind of desert.

"Why isn't Dewey wearing a shirt in that painting?" James demanded.

Sirius muttered, "Why is she wearing one now?" But, luckily for Sirius, no one heard him but Jude and Rich. Who 'hmmmed' his agreement.

"Cannot agree more, mate," Jude nodded, undressing Dewey with his eyes. Rich punched him in the arm, causing Jude to pout, "Oi! Yeh know I bruise likeh peach."

James observed Rich, Jude, and Dewey's interactions silently. He frowned. He and Dewey had never been that comfortable with each other, and the three street kids all simultaneously stretched their arms over their heads and fell backwards onto three different beanie bag poufs.

"Take a seat, y'all are our guests," Rich waved his arm and three more seats fell out of the air.

Jude clapped, "I still don' know 'ow yeh do that, Richie, 's pret'y impressive, iht is. 'S like real magic."

Remus raised an eyebrow and Rich shrugged modestly, "Takes a lotta practice. So, yer Dewey's...twin brother. That's...intrestin'."

"Yeah, I left home 'bout two years ago, after my – after this kid I had been staying with broke my face open-"

"Broke your face open?" Rich raised an eyebrow and James nodded.

James cleared his throat, "Yeah, how did that happen?"

"Well, we were pretty smashed, and we were playing golf on the roof-"

"The roof?"

"Yes, the roof, anyway, I puked off the side and then...well, we had some sort of conversation that I forget, and then Doo – then he whacked my face with a golf club and I lost some teeth and blacked out, woke up at my place, my father fixed my face and sort of kicked me out."

"You weren't kicked out!" James protested, "You left! And what happened to Dean?"

"His name wasn't Dean, it was...it was Doon, his name was Doon."

"Y'know, I like the name Dean."

"Not the point, Rich," Jude muttered.

"He got a job in Romania, working at a dragon habitat, a year ago," Dewey shrugged like she didn't care, "Haven't seen 'im since."

"Oh."

"Yeah, but good for him though, right?" Dewey wrinkled her nose, "I don't think the whole 'job' thing is for me."

"Like anyone would want yeh," Jude teased.

Dewey punched his arm and Jude let out a small 'eep', then she cracked her knuckles, "That was for bein' a wimp, ya' mamas boy."

Jude scowled at her, "Jus' 'cause I keep in touch wit' mah mothah doennit make meh a mamas boy."

James blinked furiously, taking off his glasses and rubbing his eye with his palms.

"Right, then, I'll just go now, then," James stood, "Nice to meet you all, I'll find you Dewey, or you can come to me – you know which window is mine, mum and dad are going to me gone for the last three weeks of summer, come visit, see you then, bye."

The rest watched as James left in a rush, he – though he wouldn't tell anyone, even Sirius – couldn't believe Dewey had started calling someone else a mamas boy. She had always called him that.

Sirius and the others stood up as James hurried out.

Remus smiled at the three others, "Well, it really was nice to see you again, Dewey, even though we've only met a handful of times before." He held out his hand for her to shake and she slapped it like a high five.

"It was nice to see James again," Dewey grinned, "I'll visit eventually, not this summer though, I'm going to South Africa to visit this witch I've been owling, funny story actually. See, we both got arrested in New Jersey this one time – well, just make sure James is home for Christmas."

"Sure thing, Dewey," Sirius smiled blindingly at her and she smirked back, "I'll make sure the message gets to him."

"Thanks Sirius." He shivered at the way his name rolled off her tongue and he, Remus, and Peter left the alley.

Remus shook his head, "She's James sister."

He smiled a bit and shook his hair out of his face, "I know."

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"This is unacceptable," Minerva McGonagall peered down her glasses at them like a hawk, "For a professor to just- just pick up a student like that!"

Dumbledore entered the office at that moment, and moved to stand behind Minerva.

"But it's perfectly fine for one best friend to pick up another," Dewey said smoothly, but blanched at McGonagalls glare, "Uh, ma'am."

"Please, Minerva," Dumbledore soothed, "It was only to be expected with a teacher so young." Doon coughed. "but with so much experience in his field, and we had no other choice but to hire Professor Kettleburn, he was most praised at the dragon habitat."

"Yeah, and I went to school with these AIE kids," Doon nodded, "It was only to be expected and whatnot."

"Yes, I suppose," McGonagall agreed hesitantly.

Dewey and Doon stood simultaneously, backing slowly towards the door.

Doon started, "Well this has been nice..."

"But we need to go now."

"People to see..."

"Plans to make..."

"Things to catch up on..."

"People to bother"

"You know,"

"Rounds to make"

"So tata for now, fellow professors."

"So long, peoples of higher power."

And they left the room. Dumbledore chuckled, "I fear this will be more interesting than we were planning."

"Say coffee."

"Caw-fey."

Doon chuckled, "Ha. Nice."

"Well, you say cah-fee," Dewey stuck out her tongue, "Nasty American boy."

"Boy?" Doon puffed up, "I'm a man."

"Yeah, mmmkay."

"Dewey!" Doon whined, "Don't say it all sarcastic-y!"

She saw the approaching portrait of the fat lady, and announced loudly, "Thank you, Professor Kettleburn, for accompanying me back to the common room and forgiving me for mistaking you for my old friend who you're not and then I assaulted you, bye!"

"Way to be subtle, Dews," He murmured before letting her enter the Gryffindor common room.

Dewey crawled through the portrait hole and as soon as she stepped foot into the common room the sound died out and people began to stare.

Sirius was suddenly behind her and grabbing her arms and James was grabbing her legs, and she didn't protest.

They were halfway up the stairs when she said, "You know, I would've come willingly."

"I know," Sirius smirked and shook his hair out of his face.

James giggled like a girl, "This is just more fun."

Remus opened the door to their dorm to let in Sirius and James (and Dewey, of course). Dewey was blinking sleepily (it was now ten at night, as she had spent the last few hours with Doon, catching up with him. But neither of them had very much energy after the sun went down (they were fire elementals).

James dropped her leg and Sirius stumbled backwards onto his bed, Dewey crashing on top of him.

Dewey blinked sleepily and wrapped her arms around Sirius chest, leaning her head over his heart.

"You're comfy," She muttered.

James rolled his eyes, "How much sleep have you gotten since you've been here, Dewey?"

"Shishteen hours," She mumbled.

Remus sputtered, "She would be dead, we've been in classes for nearly two weeks."

"Yeah, but she's a fire elemental, she sleeps for an hour when the sun goes down and then is up all night and day. It's weird. Like, if she got two hours of sleep she could be awake for two days. I dunno. It's madness."

Dewey was half-asleep and Sirius was burning up, "Merlin, you're practically a kertrillion degrees!"

"Your heart is beating really fasht," She mumbled into his chest and Remus snickered as James obliviously nodded.

"Yeah, the heat'll do that to you," James agreed.

Remus chuckled quietly, "Mhmm, it's the heat that's getting to him. The heat that's causing all of the tension in this room."

"You shmell like fog," Dewey inhaled deeply, and Sirius inhaled sharply, "It shmells sooo grood. Heh. You're pretty manly. I feel drunk. I need more shleep."

"Get. Her. Off. Of. Me."

James laughed a bit, "You and Dewey have been so awkward since last summer."

"We've always been awkward," Sirius grasped for an excuse, "Since we're secret aurors together and all."

"Oh, yeah, I forgot the ministry recruited you guys at age eight to attend secret meetings and save the world six times before the age of thirteen," James said, "Can't believe I forgot about that. That makes sense."

With that, James decided to go prepare for bed, and Sirius shook his head after the idiot he called his best friend.

"He is so gullible."

XD

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