(Another chapter awaits thee! In this is a hint of Mature content and some serious post-game snogging-that will be all! In my mind, HP is not explicit sex scenes, you want that from me read my THG story "When two Worlds Collide" (not finished) We're getting close to finishing the year. If anyone cares to know, I do research things I have no clue about. This includes Hogwarts, classes, books, potions and family rings, traditions etc. I spend ALOT of time researching for my work. As always: I don't own it! Enjoy!)

Hogwarts, Quidditch & Defense Class

Alyssa POV

The weeks flew by and soon enough it was finally starting to warm up on the Scottish Highlands. It amazed even myself, who was so used to the Northeastern climate, that i took this long to warm up. By now, the temperatures back home would start leveling out.

Part of me was terrified that Prongs would learn about my former life with my family. He had figured out more about my life than I had anticipated. He just didn't know what had been done to me. Part of me wished he would never find out, but I knew that I would have to confess one day. And I feared that one day would come soon enough.

With the match against Ravenclaw finished, I was quite proud of Prongs. He did quite well, even though I disapproved his maniacal save to catch the snitch. I didn't know which was worse. Dementors making him fall off his broom or his w on antics to dangle off his new broom. When the fake Dementors showed up, I was impressed with Prongs amount of power that came from him when he cast the Patronus Charm. However, those 'Dementors' weren't so. I snuck into the Infirmary to spy on them once Madam Pomfrey had left the room.

All three were shaken up, but nothing lethal. Too bad, because that was a horrible prank that could have has worse consequences. If it had been any other spell, those boys would be laid up in the hospital far worse off. Exiting the Infirmary, I turned and nearly ran into the Headmaster who was busy talking to the same tall blonde man that was part of my interrogation earlier in the year.

He looked similar to Draco Malfoy, so I'm assuming this was his father. Leaning against the wall, I knew I couldn't cast a charm on myself. The Headmaster was too close and I knew he would pick it up as soon as I cast it. So, I stood there breathing as slowly as I could to listen. The emotions I picked up on were loud and was going to give me a headache.

Anger

Distrust

Betrayal

Deceit

The emotions were coming from both me and I had to brace myself because they were so strong with such dark intent that I felt I needed to do a ritual to cleanse myself of them. Too long of being exposed to dark emotions would wear on my skin.

"Albus, what is the meaning of this!?" Mr. Malfoy exclaimed angrily.

"Now, Lucius, it was a prank gone awry. Your son and his friends dressed as Dementors and tried to crash the Quidditch game earlier." the Headmaster explained.

"I can see that. Why is my son in the Infirmary?" Mr Malfoy tried towering over the Headmaster.

"Because one the Gryffindor team members cast a Patronus on them thinking they were, in fact, Dementors." Albus kept explaining.

"And who was that team member?" the venom in Mr Malfoy's voice made my blood run cold.

I couldn't see the smirk coming from the Headmaster, but the way he took his time answering made me worry. The emotions rolling off him were dark and manipulative. The power that the Headmaster wanted over my brother was enormous. "It was Harry Potter, Lucius."

"That wretched boy cast a spell on my son?! I'm taking this to the Board of Governors Albus, mark my words." Mr Malfoy threatened.

Worry crept down my spine and I waited for them to leave before I took my leave and rushed back up the stairs to the Gryffindor Common Room. There I met up with Harry who was patiently waiting on me. Rushing into his arms I felt myself come back to life. I felt a surge of strength and energy wrap around us and our souls rebonded.

Looking up at him as the instantaneous rebonding begin weaving between us, he lowered his head to kiss me properly on the mouth. We have not had contact in almost two weeks and I needed him. Feeling his skin under my fingers, we broke apart as soon as we heard the Portrait swing open. Grabbing his hand, I him out of room and up to the Astronomy Tower, where I knew we wouldn't be disturbed.

"Where are we going?" he asked nuzzling my neck as he nudged me against the stone wall. My breath caught in my throat and my eyes closed instantly feeling his lips bring my body back to life.

"Astronomy Tower.. No one is up there right now." I muttered, taking his hand and dragging him up the stairs that led to it. Pushing the door open, I watched him cast a 'Notice-me-not' Charm while I threw up a 'Silencing Charm' . Turning back to him as I pocketed my wand, I lowered my shields with him and pulled him to me. Our tongues clashed, our hearts hammered in our chests for the love that poured out of us. Our moans escalated as we tore our robes off and he pushed me into the wall again. I barely remember casting the Contraceptive charm before I gave myself over to him.

An hour later, we laid there on the stone floor with a Cushioning Charm underneath us. Completely rebonded, my soul sang feeling his. The aftermath of our love making was coming to an end and I knew we would have to vacate the area soon.

"Harry…" my voice was soft as I rested my head against his chest.

"Mhmm..?" his voice croaked from lack of moisture.

"We need to get going…. Someone is sure to find us and I hope it's not Prof Sinistra. She will tell the Headmaster and you could lose your privileges to come see me."

"But I'm so comfortable." he complained.

"Me too, but we need too." I said. He sighed and nodded. Kissing me smartly on the mouth, we slowly sat up and being the hunt for our clothes. Finding them, we slipped them on. I couldn't stand to look at him because if I did, we wouldn't leave the tower for the rest of the day. Once we were dressed, we cancelled the charms and snuck back down from the Tower.

Entering the Gryffindor Common Room, we took a seat in a oversized chair. Just the feel of him close to me warmed me and stabilized me. I could pick up his thoughts and emotions without even trying. They weren't overpowering like everyone else's could be, but subtle, like a gentle ocean caress.

Blocking out the height of the party, everyone stood up and cheered when the rest of the Gryffindor Quidditch team emerged from the Portrait hole. I have never seen enthusiasm like this before over a game. Harry whispered in my mind that it was normal. But the Gryffindor House tended to party harder than the other three houses.

I nodded and we continued our talk with the occasional interruption from other housemates. The music was loud, the emotions high and I was feeling half way alright. The party lasted for several hours, even with me berating my daft brother for his antics. He laughed, like the rest of them and continued with the party, but I knew he would consider being a touch more careful next time. The next and final game was against Slytherin. I wondered how well those practices were going to go.

Finally, once everyone departed, Hermione began to complain about missing a whole day of studying. I snorted and Harry looked at me with an incredulous look.

'She's just doing it to keep Ron away….' I used our mind-speak

'For what reason? Today was a Quidditch day…'

'She and my oh-so-lovely brother are dating…' I replied cheekily.

His eyes widened and we watched as Hermione dragged Prongs out the Portrait hole. Snickering, he shook his head at their antics.

'While Ron is busy with Chess, this gives them the time to sneak off. Ron wouldn't dare enter the library unless he's forced.'

'That's good but why keep it a secret?'

'I asked him the same thing. They're not sure how Ron will take it. I think they're doing it this way to see how it goes until they are brave enough to tell him. They will have to tell him before Prongs leaves for America.'

'Great Merlin if he finds out the hard way….'

I shot him a look that told him I understood. I didn't want this to blow up in my brother's face but he was the one who was keeping a secret from his best mate. Part of me felt sorry for him, but the other half knew that karma was going to bite him in the ass.

'I heard something I wasn't suppose to hear today.'

'Oh? And what's that?' I 'heard' him ask as he nuzzled my neck again. His need of me sending sparks down deep into my belly.

'I heard Albus tell Lucius Malfoy, who is Draco's father, that Prongs was the one to cast the Patronus Charm that hit Draco.' his eyes widened as he forced me to look at him. 'Harry, I could feel the headmaster's emotions. He did it on purpose with dark intent…..'

'Are you going to tell Prongs? Or wait to see if Lucius can pull it off?'

'That's the thing, I don't know. Prongs did it to protect himself and everyone else thinking that they were Dementors. How was he suppose to know they were human?' Panic in me started to rise. How was I suppose to fix this problem?

'Calm down love, we'll think of something. Now about this thing with Sirius, do you still need me to go with him?'

'If you could, please. Prongs about had a panic attack when I told him that Uncle Siriy would have to go himself.'

I could hear Harry chuckle and shake his head. He knew what Prongs and I were like. Especially me. Prongs tended to be a bit more like Lily but there were times when Dad showed strong in him. Like myself. I was more like Dad than I was my mother. Harry checked his watch and sighed.

"It's almost time for curfew. I need to leave. When do you want to do that thing?" He asked as we disentangled ourselves from each other.

"In the next couple of days…."

"I'm free tomorrow. I'll keep an eye on him, I promise." he swore to me. Kissing me softly on the lips, I watched him leave the Common Room and disappear from my sight. I sighed watching him leave, but my soul wouldn't scream for his knowing that it had reforged and he would be close by.

The next day, I was rewarded with the letter from our lawyer saying he had the memory for the Penesive and they were going to look into it and see what they could glean from the situation that put Sirius in this mess.

Another two weeks flew by and things were progressively getting warmer. It was warming up but the rains that shadowed the grounds were another thing. It was dark and overcast most of every day with rain showers that lasted throughout the night. I had finally started using a Silencing Charm around my bed to protect the girls in my dorm from my nightmares.

Another thing I hated.

Storms.

They brought back bad memories as a child living in the South. Not just the storms themselves but the tornadoes that followed them. Even the ones that my stepfather created to punish me with. On a daily basis, I would recieved concern letters from Harry. Asking me if I was OK. I kept telling him I would be fine as long as things died down soon. The last Quidditch game was coming up soon and the whole of the school was getting pumped up for it. Oliver was running his team into the ground because, as Prongs put it, it was his last year and Great Merlin's balls, they were going to win the cup.

This led Prongs to become quite grumpy for I knew what was making him irritable. No alone time with Hermione and his hormones were being little devils to him. With Easter break coming close, I figured I'd give Prongs a weekend back to the Manor, but changed my mind when I realized that Easter was only a week long break. Maybe a short holiday to a nearby beach. I knew from learning about the location of Hogwarts, we were close to Dufftown. It's where Sirius said he had been hiding out for weeks until he confronted us.

So I got to looking. Finding a small beach called Lossiemouth, I booked a reservation there. It would be me and Prongs. He said he had never seen the ocean or a beach so this was a perfect place to take him. There were a lot of things he said he didn't get to do growing up. This concerned me. Shouldn't his relatives had exposed him to such things?

Booking a room at 'The Lossie Inn' I knew he would be pleasantly surprised. The day before Easter break was supposed to start, I found Prongs sunk into the bench in the Great Hall. Everyone around him was talking about where they would be going during Easter break. Even Hermione and Ron, who were sitting with him, were talking about it. Easter break reminded me of the Spring Break we have back in the States. I could feel his emotions flaring all over the place. The bad thing was that Ron didn't even think to invite him over for Easter. Which kind of angered me. Ron is his best mate and didn't even think to invite him over.

Taking a seat beside a very moody Prongs, I snatched up a cup of tea. Fixing it, I idly listened to everyone talk. The glum that poured off my brother was heart-aching. I think he suspected that since I was around, we would go somewhere. Of course, he didn't ask me, he just assumed. Silly boy.

"So Harry, where you going for Easter break?" Dean Thomas asked after shoving his friend Seamus.

"I think I'll be here…." he muttered.

"But... I…." Dean started and I shot him a dirty look. This was supposed to a surprise for my brother. I had asked around. Since they knew him better than I did at that point. It was Neville who gave me the idea of taking him to the seaside. A damn fine idea, if you ask me. "Well, OK then. I'm going with Seamus. He better not get me pissed."

Everyone laughed at their Irish mate. Even though, they were thirteen, the boy liked his drink. Begged me several times to buy them Firewhiskey-which I adamantly told them no. Boys, I swear.

The next morning, everyone was preparing to leave. Hermione gave Prongs a very heartfelt hug-one that I was sure was from kissing last night. They had arrived back minutes before curfew. Ron had vocally complained that his best mate was turning into a bookworm. I rolled my eyes at him and watched as Prongs took the steps to calm himself down. It was entertaining to say the least.

I found Prongs back in bed after everyone had left. Pushing the curtains aside, he looked up from his perch and eyed me carefully. "This isn't another prank is it?"

"No, get your bum up." I demanded childishly.

"Why? I'm here for the week. I thought you would be spending your week in London with Harry?"

"I was, but I told him otherwise. He understood." I replied evasively. "Now get your lazy bum up." I hit him with a shower of cold water and shrieked as I ran from his dorm. In seconds, he was hot my heels. I kept running. Through the Common Room, out the portrait hole and down the staircase that led us back to the Entrance Hall.

I didn't stop there. I kept running. Turning back every so often to make sure he was still behind me, I dodged trees and brush. He was cursing and laughing a little while he chased me. Every time he got close, I pushed a little harder and escaped his clutches. Finally reaching the spot outside the wards, I stopped and grabbed him.

Activating the portkey, it jerked us both roughly. We sped through time and space before landing on our asses in the quaint town of Lossiemouth. The sky was an overcast that threatened rain. That wouldn't be a problem because the rest of the week it was going to nice and sunny. We could enjoy the beach then.

"Wh-where are we?" he asked stunned.

"Welcome to your Easter break…" I smiled happily pulling myself up to standing.

"And that is?"

"Lossiemouth." I replied. "It's by the…."

"...Beach." he interrupted me staring at the waterfront. The awe and amazement that flowed from his voice outdid his wonderment from his emotions that splayed over the small area. The smile on his face, the childlike happiness that poured off him made me smile.

Grabbing his arm, we walked along the street till we found the Inn. Checking in, we found our rooms and got sorted. As we did, it begin to rain. We ate dinner at a local diner and spent the night listening to the rain.

The rest of the week passed pleasantly. We ate, shopped and spent an inordinate amount of time on the beach. Prongs was the first one up and on the beach every morning. And the last one to sleep. He watched the water lap the shoreline like he would never see this again. Just wait until his birthday. When I took him to a real beach.

Returning back to Hogwarts, we had very little time before the last Quidditch game happened. Oliver had kidnapped my brother, keeping him hostage until the night before the match where he snuck off to spend time with Hermione instead of sleeping like he was supposed too. I didn't say anything but I knew he needed to talk to Ron soon. What would happened if Ron tried hitting on Hermione during the summer hols and she rejected him?

The morning of the game brought loud and boisterous noise from all sides the Houses. It seemed that everyone disliked the Slytherin team so much that everyone banded together to cheer for the Gryffindor team. Scarlet and Gold colors were pinned to the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff robes in honoring of support.

I dressed in my Potter robes. Everyone knew who I was rooting for and so it didn't matter. Hermione sat with me while Ron sat with Ginny and Neville. She was anxious but seemed like she was ready for this game to be already over with.

The emotions around me were palpable. Tangible even. Only Hermione's was all over the place while everyone else was centered on excitement.

Anxiety

Fear

Hope

Love

"Hermione, hun, you know if you keep wringing that napkin you'll turn it back into a tree.." I chuckled throwing her a joke.

Scowling, she shook her head at me. "No, I won't Alyssa. So hush."

"Shall I be telling my brother how bossy his…." I looked around and dropped my voice dramatically, "...girlfriend is being?"

"No, and hush up still. No one knows about that." she snipped. Her eyes lit up when she saw Harry get up with the rest of the team. He shot us a wave and the whole of the Gryffindor team walked out of the Great Hall to prep for the upcoming game.

Once breakfast was done, everyone started to rise to head over to the Pitch. I was ready as I ever could be. Following a noisy crowd of Gryffindors up to the stands, I was vaguely aware that we wouldn't have anywhere to sit. I'm sure that the Pitch fixed it self for the influx of students. Because it seemed, to me, that the whole of Hogwarts was here. Along with several people that weren't Professors. Were parents allowed to the games?

Wedging myself between Hermione and Ron, We had the whole of the third year Gryffindors behind us. The loud rancours group were giving me a headache. Throwing my shields up to full power, I eyed the Pitch. Marking each spot in case something were to happen. This was the last game of the year, I wouldn't put it past anyone to do something stupid.

The crowd was so loud that we didn't hear Lee Jordan's announcement of each time. I could see Prongs look around the PItch. From my spot, I couldn't detect a single nervous reaction from him. How could he handle all this insanity. After a minute of coaching from Madam Hooch, the two teams were airborne.

I had learned from Neville that Slytherin was leading by two hundred points, which meant that if Gryffindor wanted to win the Cup, they would have to score two hundred and ten or higher. What a goal. We watched in rapid movement as Angelina Johnson scored first. This earned a huge cheer from my section of the stands. I cast a look at Hermione and saw that she was sitting serenely. Catching her attention, I then, felt the Silencing Charm. She could watch the game in peace without hearing the barbarians behind us. I took her non-verbal advice and did the same for myself.

A loud boo came from the Pitch as Marcus Flint crashed into her, so Fred threw his bat at the back of Flint's head which smashed into his broom handle, bloodying his nose. Which resulted in a cheer from our side and boos from the Slytherin side. I looked up, seeing Prongs chuckling but then dodged a bludger that was headed his way.

Penalties were given to each side. Alicia Spinnet scored effortlessly which resulted in her a small victory dance on her broom. When it was time for the Slytherin to score Oliver Wood saved preventing them from gaining ten points.. The game continued but Madam Hooch blew her whistle when Montague grabbed the back of Katie Bell's head. It was another penalty shot that she scored another ten points.

Results: Another loud cheer.

The headache was growing...as were the Gryffindor House.

The game continued for another ten minutes when Marcus Flint then scored for Slytherin. A cheer erupted from the Slytherin side causing a boos from ours. One of the Slytherin Chasers hit Alicia with his club, almost knocking her off her broom and George elbowed him in the face. Another whistle from Madam Hooch,

Results: Two more penalty shots.

I knew that Oliver was determined to win when he saved the Quaffle again. Then Gryffindor scored. Must be talent of theirs. Scoring on penalty shots. Another goal from Katie Bell rose the score 50-10. By my calculation, we would only need ten more points and the catch the Snitch. Then Gryffindor would win the Cup. The two Slytherin Beaters wounded Oliver Wood with two Bludgers to the stomach. This was the one hit that he wasn't expecting and like Alicia, it about knocked him off his broom.

Angelina Johnson, who was quite efficient at scoring for the penalty shots, scored the resulting penalty. Gryffindor was now leading with 70-10 lead when Alicia scored. Once we were in a comfort zone with a possibility of winning, I focused my energy on Prongs. I watched as my brother zoomed on his Firebolt. His eyes frantically searching for the tiny gold ball that could end this madness. Suddenly, very subtly, I watched as his body stiffened. He had seen it. Finally! As Prongs shot off like a firework to catch the Snitch, Malfoy snuck up behind him and grabbed his Firebolt.

My breath caught in my throat, but Prongs deterred him by moving faster than Malfoy's Nimbus could move. There was shouting from the two Seekers and I laughed when I caught the words forming on my brother's lips.

Results: Another penalty shot.

The Slytherins were trying to play dirty but they were failing.

Alicia, for the first time today, missed a penalty and some bloke scored for Slytherin. This wasn't like Oliver but after his incident, he had become a little wobbly on his broom. Still putting up the good fight though. The Snitch disappeared again from the Seeker sight. I wasn't as sharp as my brother to keep an eye on it, but I could tell he was getting frustrated.

Just as we were starting to get worried, Angelina Johnson scored to make it 80-20. Another cheer erupted. Merlin, I hoped this didn't take all damn day. Suddenly, out of nowhere, Malfoy plummeted towards the Snitch-which he had seen merely seconds ago. This time, I saw it too. Prongs, who saw Malfoy dive pursued him. The battle for the Snitch began and we watched as the tow Seekers flew hard and fast. Both trying to push each other off their respective brooms. Prongs, in a stupid stunt that had my heart stopping, took both hands off his broom to reach out -nay lunged, and capture the Snitch.

Results: Gryffindor won the Cup.

The enormous cheer that erupted from the Gryffindor side of the stadium was so loud that it shattered my Silencing Charm-which I knew to be impossible. Ron, stood up and rushed from the stands as fast as his feet could carry him. I had to grab Hermione, who was cheering just as loudly, from getting trampled on. Mind you, I was cheering, but I wasn't excessive. This was the last game I would be able to see as a student. Maybe I would take Prongs and his friends to the World Cup.

Now that would be fun.

Following the crowd down to the Pitch, we had fireworks, streamers, lions roaring that shook the ground. It had been a long time since Gryffindor had won the Cup. Not since Charlie Weasley had been Seeker. So this was a monumental cause for celebration. Madam Hooch wedged herself through the crowd and handed Oliver the Cup. Which he thrust it in the air and the cheers were louder.

And were there tears in Prof McGonagall's eyes? The thought made me smile. She was one of my favorite teachers and I enjoyed her stern exterior-unlike a lot of her students-so, to see her with joyous tears was amazing.

Just then someone screamed "PARTY!" In minutes, the Pitch emptied as everyone rushed back to the tower to get ready for a party that was sure to last till dawn. Thankfully, it was a Saturday. No classes tomorrow. I followed leisurely behind the crowd. I would join the party temporary but I wasn't much of a party-goer. A shame, I knew I was bringing on the House of Potter. As the last one out, I stopped short seeing Mr Malfoy and Draco. They were close talking about something. I knew this couldn't be good and even worse was when the Headmaster joined them. Closing my eyes, I detected the emotions that would give me an idea of what they would be talking about.

Anger

Deceit

Manipulation

The blood in my veins ran cold. I couldn't hear what they were saying but I knew something was going on and it was wrong on so many levels. Did this have something to do with the fake Dementor attack? I wanted to get closer, but I was afraid I would be found be out and I couldn't afford to be a suspect in eavesdropping. It could come back and haunt me.

So, I quietly snuck away and took a different route that led around the Gryffindor locker room. I expected it to be empty with all the team members back up to to the tower, but I stopped when I heard noises. Palming my wand, I ran over a list of non-lethal spells in my head. Ones that would help me out just long enough to grab a Professor. Creeping slowly, I frantically ran my eyes over the area and when I came to the door, I paused and listened in. What I heard surprised me.

'Harry…' I heard a female voice moan.

'Fuck Hermione…" the boy gasped.

Was that my brother? I listened again. I didn't want to interrupt, but I needed to make sure. When he moaned again, my eye widened and I turned several shades of scarlet. My brother was in there using the locker room for private fun.

Stealing quietly from the locker room, I walked from the Pitch to the Castle. My heart in my chest thudded and I suddenly missed Harry. April was coming. Then May, then June. My time here would be over within a matter of three months. My feet carried me as my thoughts ran rampant with the ending of my teenage years. Once these few months were done, I would be thrust in the adult Wizarding world.

Then, until Prongs reached of age, I would be Lady Potter and take control of all the financial dealings. I would teach him as time carried on. Then I would tell him about the special traits that carried within the Potter lineage.

His Empathic abilities wouldn't fully surface until he was fifteen. The one I would explain to him after his birthday-around the time he would be ready to enter his fourth year, was interesting. It was a weird way to detect if someone was real or not real. It had to do with a heightened sense of smell. Everyone, muggle and magical alike, conveyed a scent about them that was unique to their personalities.

Those were the two that I was already experiencing with. Over the course of a few days at the beginning of the school year, I was in the Potter Vault when I stumbled across a book about Potter abilities. We weren't listed to acquire every ability but the Potter's were a magical bunch. There was Empathic, Presentence (which is the ability to sense events instead of seeing them),

Elemental powers but based on the Zodiac sign. This could be a problem because both Prongs and I were fire elementals. And oddly enough, the one that I was most interested in was Ward Manipulation. There were many, many more, but I had a feeling we would be inheriting these. Maybe even spell creation!

I wasn't sure when we would inherit the rest of the traits, or powers if you wish to call them that. I had hoped I would before I graduated, but closer inspection of the Book of Potter Abilities informed me that every Potter would receive their gifts before their seventeenth birthday.

Hold up, wait a minute…..

I'm already seventeen.

I shuddered to think of what could be causing the delay. After I had found them out, I rushed to the library and found out that it was called Magical Negation. As I read over the description, my hands began to tremble from the anger that coursed through me.

Magical Suppression

The caster of this power has the ability to cancel out the powers of others, making them unable to utilize their powers as long as they are under the caster's effect. This is normally used for children who are particularly gifted in magics that can be harmful during childhood, but lifted as the child grows and learns to harness their ability (Metamorphmagus for example). The standard witch or wizard cannot properly set the spell, but someone with great power has too. It's considered advanced magic. To undo the negation, the caster must remove it or it has to be forcefully removed.

Closing the book, I sat back in the chair and I felt the anger roll through me like a hurricane. If I couldn't access my traits, this is the culprit. I decided not to tell Prongs until I knew for sure if I could have it removed.

Entering the Common Room, I ducked as a flying water balloon sailed past me. Dear Merlin, they were in the midst of a water fight. Looking around the crowded room, my eyes searched for Prongs and his friends. Not seeing them, I sighed and maneuvered my way through the crowd and found a seat by the window. As I surveyed the room, I noticed that several of the students were engaged in the water fight. They seemed to be young, but the Prefects turned an eye and let them continue to soak the Common Room.

Casting a Silencing Charm as well as a Notice-me-not Charm, I sat there and watched the party-goers. They were entertaining at least. Thirty minutes after I arrived, Prongs snuck in with Hermione chasing his heels. They were trying to be inconspicuous, but Fred Weasley caught them and a cheer roared through the Common Room. Prongs turned a brilliant shade of scarlet and they lifted him on their shoulders. I swallowed a laugh but waved at him when he shot me a dirty look.

I didn't put them up to it like he was thinking. This was all the twins idea, I'm sure of it. After a minute of crowd surfacing my brother, they sat him down only after he threatened a prank war on them. Both Fred and George seemed ready to take on his challenge, but he remember that next time, there would be expulsion.

They let him down and he was flanked by his friends. Weaving his way over to me, he stopped confused by the wards I put around me. Waving his hands around to get my attention, I sat there and stared at him like he was stupid. I kept my grin until his annoyance turned to anger then I cancelled the charm. The roar of the crowd had finally died down to a bearable hum.

"Why did you have wards up?"

"Wasn't the game bloody brilliant? Better than those Americans…."

"Ronald! That's rude." Hermione chastised.

"OK, firstly, I'm not a party-goer and the silence blocks the emotions that running so high that NASA has to send a ship to bring it back down." Hermione chuckled at this, while Ron looked confused and Prongs turned to Hermione for explanation. "Yes, Ronald, the game was better than I expected. But American play just as hard as Brits."

He scoffed, "I doubt it."

I bristled, "You've never seen American Quidditch so don't judge." the warning in my voice was evident.

"Fine, fine...I'm off to play some Exploding Snap. Harry wanna join me?" Ron pleaded with him. Prongs let him beg for a minute before relenting. Turning to Hermione, the girl blushed a shade of red that I wasn't sure existed.

"So, you must have heard us earlier?"

"Don't know what you're talking about Hermione…" I told her letting her know her secret was safe with me. She sighed in relief and took a seat beside me. We sat there and chatted for a while before Ron complained loudly of being hungry. Several people laughed and followed him out the Common Room to eat dinner.

ProngsPOV

The game was, by far, the highlight of my third year. So far. With the exception of Hermione becoming my girlfriend. Right after the crowd left us, the team and I left to clean up. I waited back longer than everyone because of the headache that had started forming since the match began. Like Alyssa and I had deduced, if the emotions were high and overwhelming, I would be able to feel them.

And by Merlin did I feel them.

The screams and immense happy emotions kept me distracted throughout the match. Thankfully, I had something to focus on or I would have fallen off my broom. I nearly did several times, but I made sure no one was paying attention to me. Looking around, I saw Alyssa and Hermione sitting peacefully watching the game. I wondered how they managed it. When I caught the Snitch, I nearly collapsed from everything. I had to get out and that's why I was still in the locker room. Sitting on the bench, I held my head in my hands and sighed. I really needed to learn Occlumency, but I had Junior Auror camp this summer. Maybe it would be taught to me.

Then a knock on the door interrupted my thoughts. Looking at it, I wondered who was there. If it was a teammate, they would walk in. No, this had to be someone else. Getting to my feet, I stepped over boots and pads before reaching the door. Grasping the handle, I turned it to open the door. On the other side stood Hermione. Her eyes were sparkling like mad. She was up to no good, I could already sense it.

"Might I come in?" she asked but breezed by me. Turning, I quickly closed the door. Regardless, if she was a Gryffindor, she wasn't allowed to be in here. With quick thought, she pushed me against the door. Her hungry lips on mine. It took my mind a second to catch up but when I did, I returned her kiss just as passionately.

There was something wonderful about having a bookworm for a girlfriend. She was always naughty and up to no good. This time it was no different. Resting my hands on her hips, my fingers traced circles slowly. Our tongues danced in an ancient rite that could lead to more. But I didn't think we were ready.

Her nails clawed at my scalp, I groaned from the pain, but she kept me pushed against the sodding door. Teeth, tongues and lips clashed and I finally broke away from her puffy lips to trail my own down her neck. Nibbling and teasing her with every touch. Her moans echoed off the walls of the locker room and I hoped no one was around to hear us. Because of the secrecy of our relationship, I couldn't mark her like I wanted too.

Her hands crept under my shirt, touching the skin, my body shuddered from the charge of a million sparks. Before I knew it, my little minx helped me out of my shirt and it sailed across the dirty locker room to whereabouts unknown.

"I love how your body feels under my skin.." she whispered seductively in my ear before her lips traced the column of my throat. She wanted to tease, so I was going to tease back. Reaching under her thigh, I lifted it around my hip. My hips bucked gently into hers.

"Harry…" she sighed audibly.

"Fuck, Hermione…." I moaned when she pushed back into my hips. Easing myself from her, the wild look in her eyes, the darkness that conveyed from them made my head swim. Spinning us around, I pressed her into the door and found her lips again.

Then I felt it. Or sense it. Or whatever you call it. Someone was close by. Whoever heard us was embarrassed to hear us. Breaking the kiss again, she looked at me with confusion. "Someone is close by…."

The panic that settled over her pulled me from my lust. My hormones complaining loudly. Very loudly. Pushing the down, I moved Hermione to the side and pushed the door open. Looking around, I saw no one but I wasn't sure if they were still there. Shrugging, I turned back to my girlfriend and shot her an amused look.

"What was that all about?"

"I, uh…" she stammered. Then huffed and sized me. "Well if you didn't like it, we won't do it again."

"Oh, no...I didn't say that. I loved every second of it. I'm just curious." I clarified.

"It's for winning the game today." she mumbled a blush staining her lovely cheeks.

"If that's the case, I need to win every game." I smirked and kissed her lips. Breaking the kiss before things got out of hand, I went in search of my fallen shirt. Finding it, I slipped it back on. She was still leaning against the door and her emotions were everywhere. They were overwhelming that I fought hard to keep myself from lunging at her.

"We need to get to the party. Someone will notice that we aren't there." she finally said after a long stare down.

I nodded dumbly having lost my function to speak. Taking my hand, she led me out the locker room and back to the castle. My body still tingling from our encounter earlier. Taking a detour to the library, I raised an eyebrow at her.

"For my cover. I'm buried in here and you forced me out to join the party." Her genius mind always had a cover story. It's one of the reason why I was friends with her. Sneaking in, she grabbed a book and rushed out. Taking my hand once more, we moved effortlessly through the castle till we arrived back the Gryffindor Common Room. crawling through the portrait hole, we were soon accosted by Fred and George Weasley who grabbed me and threw me on their shoulders and proceeded to crowd surf me around the room. Catching Alyssa's eye, I shot her a dirty look when she waved. This must be her doing.

Finally, they put me down and Hermione, Ron and I found our way over to her. She was sitting serenely by the window but I felt wards up around her. The roar of the party behind was deafening and I suddenly realized why she did it. Why she could withstand the enormous crowd during the game.

Before we could have a decent talk, Ron pulled me away for some Exploding Snap. Hermione and Alyssa sat by the window and talked. About what, I'm not sure, but they stayed there for the most part of the party.

Another week passed and the full moon was upon us. While Remus was far off hiding from the student body-which we were ignorant of, I was taking a seat in Defense. Hermione and Ron flanked my sides as we all sat down. While Ron turned to talk to Dean and Seamus, Hermione pulled her book and parchment out. Preparing herself for class. Taking a leaf from her book, I did the same thing.

The door burst open and everyone turned to see what was going on. Storming in was Prof Snape. As he walked through the classroom, he waved his wand and begin closing the shutters. Blocking out the light. When he reached the front of the class, he pulled a projector screen down and turned to everyone. His beady eyes surveyed the room in disgust. Apparently he didn't want to be here. Prof Lupin was nowhere in sight.

"Turn to page 394." he demanded. Everyone in class stared at him, but begin flipping our books open.

As he passed by Hermione and I, "Excuse me Prof Snape, where is Prof Lupin?" I spoke up. My voice stopped him and he turned around glaring at me. I didn't back down from his gaze. I just held my own.

"It's none of your concern is it Mr. Potter." he sneered. "As it were," he begin addressing the class, "Prof Lupin has found himself incapable of teaching at this time. Turn to page 394." he instructed once again.

I looked at both Ron and Hermione and shrugged. There must be a good reason why Prof Lupin wasn't in class. Maybe when he was up to teaching again, I would ask. Tapping the projector, I turned to look at the screen. Suddenly, in Snape's impatience to Ron's slow turning, he flicked his wand and the pages flipped furiously to the right page.

Ron leaned down and looked around, "Werewolves? We're going to learn about werewolves?" his already pale face paled even further. That wasn't right…

"But Professor Snape, we're supposed to be learning about hobgoblins. We aren't' supposed to cover werewolves til the end of the year." Hermione spoke up. My ever learning loving bookworm. I kept my eyes on her but felt Ron look my way. Shrugging, I turned to him and frowned. Why would we be learning this now?

Prof Snape left this podium and walked around the room. The black of his robes billowing as he wandered aimlessly. "Now which one of you can tell me the difference between an Animagus and a werewolf?"

No one but Hermione raised her hand. Of course she knew. I knew but I didn't feel like being subjected to Snape's insults to answer. Whereas Hermione read it from a book, I learned it from Sirius. He was Animagus. He voluntarily chose to change form.

The silence was deafening for a slight moment, "No one?" Prof Snape sneered at my class.

"Sir," Hermione spoke up refusing to be ignored. "An Animagus volunteers to change form, a werewolf has no choice. Once bitten under the full moon, they will forever be changed. They will strike out to those around it. Killing or biting all that's in its path."

"Miss Granger, this is the second time you've spoken out of turn. Can you not control yourself or do you plan to be an insufferable know-it-all forever? Five points from Gryffindor." Snape insulted her.

If it hadn't been her hand on my arm, I would have stood to challenge him to a duel. I didn't care if I lost or not. I didn't put up with Malfoy insulting her, I wasn't going to let him do the same thing. He must have noticed I was about to get up, but chose to ignore it for the moment. I knew it was going to bite me in the ass later.

Turning back to the chapter on Werewolves, Snape proceeded to 'educate' us about the origins of lycanthrope. It was strange to know that these creatures-er, humans were inflicted with such a horrible disease. That's the only word I could think of to call it. He wasn't born with it, yet they still are prone to it.

Before the lesson was over, Snape waved his wand and opened all the shutters in the room. "I want two rolls of parchment on how to identify and kill werewolves by Monday.." The entire class groaned so hard that the tables surely creaked.

Sighing, I shoved my book and parchment into my bag and followed Ron and Hermione out. They were talking about the lesson and all I could think about was her holding me back from dueling Snape. I could see her reason behind it, but she didn't have to do it. I could have easily handled myself. The greasy git. No wonder my dad didn't like him. Then my mind drifted back to our lesson. Why was it so important that we learn about werewolves on a day that Prof Lupin wasn't in class? Was there something that he wasn't telling me or Alyssa?

Following them to the Great Hall, I spotted Alyssa already sitting down with a scroll of parchment in front of her and Poe waiting patiently. Plopping my bag down under the bench, I sat down heavily and watched her. Conjuring a candle, she lit it and I watched as the wet wax drop slowly onto sealed parchment. From out of nowhere, a ring appeared on her left pinky finger. It was gold signet ring that had a symbol of a deer or lion-or maybe a Griffin and Stag etched on it. It was simple. Pressing the ring into the wet wax, she blew on it and tied it to Poe's leg. I watched him fly off and turned to her expectantly.

"Be warned. Snape is teaching Defense today. Prof Lupin is not able to teach today…" I said reaching for a sandwich.

"Oh." was all she said. Didn't she hear me? Snape was teaching our favorite class.

"You alright?"

"Yea," she yawned. "Didn't sleep well. So what were you saying?"

"Professor Snape is teaching Defense because Prof Lupin is under the weather." Hermione explained.

"Lovely. I'm sure he was unpleasant." she muttered.

"Unpleasant!?" Ron cried. Everyone turned their head to him. "He was a downright bloody git."

"What did you learn?" Alyssa pipped up ignoring Ron-like she normally did.

"Werewolves." he replied shuddering.

I watched as Alyssa's eyes narrowed and her expression darken. Something wasn't right about us learning about werewolves, "Oh? Did you now?"

"We-did. Why?"

"Nothing...just nothing." she muttered to herself. "That bloody greasy bastard…'

That's when I knew something wasn't right. Alyssa never cursed. I turned to look at my friends who shrugged. They were just as clueless as I was, but I was sure Hermione would figure it out soon.

"Not my story to tell Prongs." she said holding up her hand to keep me from asking.

"What? I didn't say anything!" I protested.

"You don't have too Prongs."

"So," I decided to change the subject. "May I see that ring? And who were you posting?"

As soon as I asked, the ring-rings appeared on her fingers. My eyes widened as Ron sputtered from his seat. "That-that's the Potter rings."

"The Potter rings?" I asked dubiously.

"The pinky finger one is the signet ring for letters and important documents. The one on her pointer finger is the Potter Ring that can get into your vaults. It's only worn by the Head of House." Ronald explained finally coming out of his stupor. "How did you get those?"

Alyssa chuckled at him and sipped her fruit juice. She had sworn off pumpkin juice after she tried it at the beginning of the year. I was astounded that she didn't like it. Said that Ilvermorny didn't make it.

"Because….I am the Head of Potter family, Ronald. I've had Dad and Lily's wills read last term."

"What about Harry?" Hermione asked.

"Yea, what about Harry?" Ron frowned at her.

"Until he comes of age then he will take over. You know as well as I do, Ronald that the Potter line is patriarchal." Alyssa explained. "I'm just holding all the power till he turns seventeen."

Poor Ron could only nod at her. Then he gulped, "So that means you have access to everything? Including the properties? Heirlooms, monies?"

"I do. Though, I haven't visited the Heirloom vault. I'm sure it will be fascinating. Full of stuff that predates the Middle Ages."

"We go back that far?" Prongs asked wide eyed.

"Back as far as the 12th century. Don't you listen in History of Magic?" she said a smirk growing on her face. I could see that she was teasing me. Hermione barked a laugh that could be heard from down the table. People looked up from their lunches to see what was going on.

"The Weasley's are just as old. I mean, maybe not that far, but we older than when the Founding Families signed over fealty so the Ministry could be developed." Ron added.

"When did you become so knowledgeable?" I asked. Hermione peered at him closely as well.

"He's polyjuiced...I swear he has to be!" she proclaimed with a look of mock horror on her face.

We all laughed and he rolled his eyes. "Hate to sound like a Malfoy, but I am a Pureblood. The Potter's were and still are a Pureblood family with the exception of Harry. So, we tend to learn the ins and outs of the families."

"How's Alyssa a Pureblood?"

"Because my dear old mum was a Pureblood. Not that her family ranked high in the hierarchy but they were Purebloods." Alyssa spat with venom.

"You don't like that her family was low-level Pureblood?" Hermione asked confused.

Alyssa sighed and closed her eyes for a second. "It's not that. I just don't relate well to my mother."

No one said anything else about her family. We all looked at each other till she shot us a smile that didn't reach her eyes.

"So can I see the rings?"

"Sure." she held out her left hand for me to inspect. The pinky signet ring was a simple gold band ring with a symbol of a knight's armour helmet on top and below it a majestic stag. The Potter Ring was a gold band that held a modest size ruby with a 'P' in the center and flanked on each side by two crystals. Around it there was a tiny etching of letters saying 'vires animi et sapientia.'

"What's the saying mean?"

"It's the family motto. It means 'Strength, Courage and Wisdom.'" she explained. "I had to ask too. My Latin isn't that great anyway."

"That sounds appropriate." Hermione reasoned. "You and Harry both carry those traits. Well, maybe not wisdom." she teased.

Both I and Alyssa stuck our tongues out at her. Everyone chuckled and turned back to their lunch. The day wasn't half over and if things were bad in Defense, I just hoped that the rest of the day went by smoothly.