To everyone: I am SO sorry I haven't updated in a while! I've just been too darn lazy. I've no excuse, and I feel horrible. :(
The questions completely slipped my mind. I did not even have time to do a spell-check for the day I posted it; I was hurrying because I was almost late to school. I will have questions this time!
Thank you for your patience!

To Bookits: Thanks for reviewing on both chapter 12 and 13! :D
Blue, purple, and green are awesome colors! I love most all the colors, but blue is my favorite by far!
Oh, and Billy is Jacob's dad, I believe? I'm not that sure, having only gotten my information from my friends and sister whom have read the books…

To Sam: Yes, it is still snowing! (Well, there's snow out. It technically is not currently snowing, but whatever.) We actually had three snow days and one two-hour delay last week! It was so awesome and a lot of fun!
I've always wanted to be in a food fight as well. My sister had been in one once in the sixth grade. One of her friends started it with someone else. The sixth grade didn't get to pick their own seats for lunch for the next four years. Luckily, we were allowed the year I entered the sixth grade! I suppose technically I have been in food fights though. I've thrown teddy grahams at my friends before.

To xo I love emmet xo: *looks up the New England states on the internet* Maine, New Hampshire, Vermont, Massachusetts, Rhode Island, and Connecticut? Haha. My US History teacher would be so proud that I am actually using the things he taught us and I forgot! So…*drum roll* Maine! That's my next guess!
So Rosalie is with Emmet, and Victoria is the evil one? Alright, thank you for the correction! I am not the most knowledgable in Twilight! ;)

Exams and the End of the Year

It was about halfway through May when I started to worry about our school exams. I was absolutely no good in History of Magic, okay in Charms, and alright in Herbology. Astronomy I was rather good at, but I was excellent (If I say so myself) in Transfiguration, Potions, and Defense Against the Dark Arts.

I was both thrilled and disgusted that a teacher I hated (And he hated me) taught Potions, one of my best subjects. I was disgusted because he sometimes managed to make me miserable in Potions, but also thrilled when I would see his displeasure that I was doing well and he could not ridicule me in that area.

I must admit that only the tightly-strung students were studying in the middle of May. Most would be waiting at least another week, and others the night before. However, for me, the exams were almost right after the full moon, and if I was as tired and weak as I usually was, there would be absolutely no way for me to study on top of regular homework.

I was incredibly grateful to Madam Pomfrey. It wasn't until a few full moons had passed that I realized that my wounds were definitely healing faster than usual. The first times, I thought it only as a coincidence, or that the wounds were not as serious as they had looked. Finally, I had asked Madam Pomfrey about it. Apparently the bandages were dipped in a certain potion that cured the wounds faster. Unfortunately, the potion had to be fresh, so there was no way for me to bring it when summer came, and I knew that it would feel much, much worse.

And on top of all that, Fred and George would not leave me alone. There were many times I had flipped out on them, and we got into fights often. I suppose it was my fault. Though I enjoyed a good prank, I still felt as if I was disappointing Dumbledore. I was sure no other man would have let me into Hogwarts, and I felt ashamed that I was getting into mischief. I was at Hogwarts to get an education, an education that would not have been given to me otherwise.

So I was frustrated when I desperately wanted to cause mischief with Fred, George, and of course the marauders-Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs. I couldn't, and got unnecessarily angry with them when I had given in to mischief and fun.

So Fred and George would not leave me alone as I sat poring over my History of Magic notes.

"What do you want?!" I finally yelled at them after having my fingers shut in my book.

"You're coming on a prank. We have to save you from the boring that has already infected our brother, Percy," Fred said solemnly. (As I got to know them I found I could distinguish between the two, if it has not been clear as to how I know which are which.)

"Yes," George agreed, just as serious. "We cannot let such a thing infect all of Hogwarts. We must strive to keep that from happening."

I rolled my eyes. "If I go on one prank, you will leave me alone until after exams?" I inquired.

"Agreed," Fred and George said together.

"Swear to it," I told them eagerly. "As marauders."

They grinned. "We solemnly swear that after one prank, we will leave you alone until after examinations," they said together.

I laughed. It had annoyed me when they used to insist on always using that phrase, but I had come to like it. There was something about the marauders that made me feel less guilty about everything. I seemed to know them in the map, and just holding it made me feel strangely connected to them.

I wandered whether or not they were still alive. If they weren't, they certainly still lived with the map, aiding people in their pranks. I wondered if they had had Filch confiscate the map on their last day of Hogwarts, to ensure that the map would only be found by a student capable of nicking the map and figuring out how to work it.

I often pictured Mr. Moony as the werewolf at Hogwarts that came before me. I identified with him the most, therefore, assuming him to be a werewolf. I was sure I might never find out, however. I suppose it had never been clear that they were boys at Hogwarts, but for some reason, I could not imagine any of them being a girl.

I shook my thoughts away from the marauders as Fred and George had already performed the Disillusionment Charm on themselves. I did not regret teaching them the spell. It helped them out a lot, and their goal was to make themselves and other people laugh. They were not intended to hurt anyone (most of the time) and I did not think anything wrong with helping them with their pranks. After all, sometimes, they'd ask for me to look up how to do a certain something be it with a potion or spell, and I would tell them not to tell me what it was for, but preferred to guess which supplies they had used on which pranks I had seen being unfolded.

I was pulled out of my thoughts as a wand rapped me hard on the head and felt the familiar feeling of an egg being smashed there. Cold trickles were felt to be running down my body from where the wand had struck.

"Nice one George," Fred said, staring at me.

The Common Room was empty because it was late at night. They were both only barely visible. The Disillusionment Charm did not make you invisible, but made you take on the exact color and texture of everything behind you, like a chameleon. Therefore, I could see them, but only if I knew where they were could I see their outline.

"Ready Fred?"

"Ready George."

"I solemnly swear that I am up to no good!"

I grinned as I saw the familiar words scrawl themselves across the page. I marveled at what must have been a difficult piece of magic.

"Where are we going?" My voice dropped to a whisper instinctively, even though we had been previously talking loudly.

"Flooding the castle," Fred responded casually.

I stopped, and they both turned to look at me. "No," I said firmly. "Pick something else, or you're on your own."

"But we need all the hands we can get!" George complained.

"No," I hissed at them.

They pouted. (Though I could not see their expressions, I knew.) "Fine," they finally said. "Then we're going flying."

"Flying?" I asked. I had never told them of my trips I took on the brooms.

"Yes, flying. Not exactly a prank-just a bit of fun. In here. McGonagall's near," Fred warned us.

We went into an empty classroom, and watched the map until McGonagall had passed.

"With brooms?" I inquired. "Not your style. I was thinking more bang."

"Well seeing as broomstick lessons have been over, we've been wanting to get on a broom lately. What do you think?" George asked.

"Yeah. You've been off a broom longer'n we have, but you were great on a broom. Unless you're a bit rusty…?"

"No, I'll be good. Flying'd be great." I was suspicious they had something else in plan, but I did not pester them. I'd wait it out if I had to.

We did not pass any other teachers on the way outside. We nicked some brooms and headed to the Quidditch Pitch.

We even managed to nick the Quidditch gear. We let out a few bludgers, and Fred and George liked to use the club to beat them away. I told them they'd make great beaters.

Unfortunately they seemed to like aiming the bludgers at me. I easily dodged them, but there were a few near misses. I could tell that they weren't doing their best to hit me. I was sure I'd be knocked off my broom if they had because when they were just hitting them at random things, they never missed, and there would be no way for me to have dodged those shots.

We played with the Quaffle back and forth. One of us would be the keeper and the other two would fight over the Quaffle. Then, we'd swap and someone else would be the Keeper.

Eventually, we got bored and settled for flying around doing tricks. Fred dared for us all to fly over the lake with the Giant Squid. They had often hung upside down by their knees on tree branches and jeered at the Giant Squid.

So this was where their fun had been building up to. One second I was facing with by back to them, and the next second I had been swiftly knocked off my broom and was plummeting toward the lake.

The water stung when I hit it, and I felt a brief period of anger at Fred and George. I went to the surface and yelled myself hoarse at them, which caused Hagrid to hear and come outside his hut.

"Hey! Wha's goin' on?" Hagrid yelled. Fred and George intelligently landed to the ground so that they could freely burst out in laughter.

"Oi! Sam, you alrigh'?" Hagrid called.

"Fine!" I called back, still fuming about Fred and George. As I got to dry land, I began to feel my anger evaporate as I realized the humor of the situation. Then, I too fell over in laughter, my clothes heavy on me and I realized for the first time I had been wearing my pajamas-the purple ones with the stars and "jacket" that went with it. This caused me to thunk Fred and George each on the side of the head (Not too hard, of course) and then laugh again.

Hagrid shook his head, but he was grinning. "What are you lot doin' out o' bed after hours anyway?" he asked us when we had finally stopped laughing.

"Bit of fun!" Fred said enthusiastically.

"We weren't up to trouble, honest Hagrid," I said, now shivering. The lake was cold, and the night, though not frigid, was cool out.

Fred and George both nodded their heads in agreement.

"As far as I know anyway," I added.

Hagrid seemed to be amused by us. "Alright then. Get up ter bed, 'fore Sam catches summat."

We grinned at him, and left, though we felt his eyes on our backs the whole time. We only strayed from our course to put away the Quidditch equipment. (My broom had been easily retrieved for it had crashed luckily to the ground.)

That night I dreamed about two faceless figures playing Quidditch-Mr. Padfoot and Prongs.

The full moon approached, and Fred and George had been true to their word about leaving me be. As usual, I had a headache and got a potion from Madam Pomfrey, thinking bitterly how horrid it was going to be when term ended and I was left on my own to control my headaches.

And when the full moon arrived, I went to the shrieking shack, and everything was the same. I woke up in the hospital wing the next day.

Freshly bandaged, I set about doing my homework until my eyelids felt too heavy to stay open. I allowed myself a quick rest before starting on Salone and Snape's outrageous load of homework. It seemed Snape gave us the lengthiest homework when there was a full moon. I wouldn't put it past him, but it might have just been my imagination being half-asleep.

I thought that Salone might not know where I went every month. He seemed not to, while the other teachers did. I thought, perhaps, that it was because of the fact that he was a new teacher and Dumbledore did not yet know him. However, I never dwelled on the fact.

Two days after my release from the Hospital Wing, the exams started.

We were given new quills that had an anti-cheating charm on them. The rooms where we took the written exams seemed unusually hot and stuffy. Many students were having nervous breakdowns, and Fred and George found it rather funny. I think they were the only ones unworried.

The practical exams were far easier for me. Flitwick, in Charms, had us make a pineapple dance across a desk. I often wondered why we needed to know how to make pineapple dance, so I had never practiced the Charm much. I was not dead awful at it, but definitely not brilliant.

In Transfiguration with Professor McGonagall, we had to change mice into snuffboxes. Points were taken away if the box still had whiskers, but points were earned for how pretty it was. I excelled in this though I must say that the light purple box with the blue pattern though rather nice in my opinion, could have been nicer had I wanted it to.

Potions was nerve-racking for some people. We had to make a forgetfulness potion and the fumes, along with Snape breathing down our necks, made it rather difficult to remember how. I was confident, however, that I had done exceptionally well.

History of Magic was last, and I was sure that I had done better than I thought I would. It was not as difficult as I had expected it would, and at the end, everyone cheered. We had a full week to do whatever it is that we wanted! Fred and George even set off some of Dr. Filibuster's Fabulous Wet-Start, No-Heat Fireworks.

I did my best to enjoy that week with Fred and George, but the constant reminder of the beginning of summer loomed over my head. Slytherin won both the House Cup, but thanks to Quidditch Captain Charlie Weasley, we won the Quidditch Cup!

I dreaded the train ride home.

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