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I gulped, taking in the murderous looks on both men's faces.

"So," started Sirius, "when did you plan on telling us that you've been spending an insane amount of time in Umbridge's classroom."

"And," continued Remus, "That you were assigned detention with her."

"..Um…Well…You see….I….." Man it was hard to talk under death glares.

"Why?" asked Remi. "Why on Earth did you think that was a good idea?"

He seems to ask me questions like that a lot….

"I did it for Harry."

"Harry? What's he got to do with it? Is he okay? Is the toad-bitch hurting him?" Poor Siri sounded pretty panicked over the idea of Harry in trouble.

I sighed, choosing my words carefully. "I don't trust her alone with him. Harry's a smart kid, but he doesn't have the self-control to hold his tongue around her. When I'm there though, I can focus the attention on myself instead of him."

"Rika," Remus shook his head. "You're just a kid. You shouldn't be worrying about protecting Harry, that's our job."

"But when it comes to Umbridge, there's nothing you can do."

Both men winced.

"That doesn't mean you should get hurt!" Pads growled in frustration. "You're just as young as Harry! I don't want him in trouble, but it's not right for you to take his troubles onto your shoulders!"

"You don't get it! Harry has twice the amount of crap to deal with than I have! Dark wizards are constantly trying to kill him, his family is shit, he's always got people watching him or restricting him, the Daily Prophet constantly mocks him, and the poor kid won't complain about anything because he doesn't want to bother anyone! He doesn't need to deal with Umbridge on top of all that shit! What's the worst she can do to me? Tell me I'm a beast, a monster? Big deal! At the end of the day, I come home to a family. I don't have the fate of the whole effin world resting on my shoulders. So if I wanna spare Harry from having to deal with just one of the many piles of crap he has to deal with on a daily basis, then I will, and you'll just have to deal with it!"

Both men watched me wide-eyed as I panted. Note to self: never try to say a whole rant with only one gulp of air.

Suddenly, Sirius's face broke into a small smile. "You come home to a family?"

Leave it to Siri to pick that out. My cheeks heated a little. "..Well, yeah.. I love you guys."

Siri ran forward and hugged me. "Awww, can we stop being mad at her now Rems? She's just so cute! And she was just trying to help Harry."

Remus's lips twitched upward. "We're not going to be able to stop you, are we?"

I smiled back. "Probably not."

"Just tell us if she hurts you okay."

Hmmm… Well hurt is a relative term… "Okay."

Sirius suddenly pulled away, glare returning. "Are you wearing a guy's robe?"

Oh boy.

"Yes Pads, I am."

"Why?" he growled lowly.

"Because I was cold so he lent them to me."

"And who is 'he' exactly?"

"Aubrey."

"Aubrey! That little punk!"

"Calm down Sirius," Remus soothed.

"Like hell I'll calm down! Rika do you know anything about boys? First he gives you a jacket—"

"Technically it's a robe…"

He ignored me. "And then he weasels his way into bed with you!"

"And technically, he's already been in bed with me…"

Siri threw his hands up, making an odd scream-growl noise.

"You're not helping Rika," Remus said, but he looked amused.

I turned to him. "You don't have a problem with it?"

"It's just a robe. Aubrey is a nice guy, I trust he would give a robe to a cold girl without an ulterior motive."

I laughed. "Well I'm going to slip off to bed before Sirius remembers how to use words instead of…whatever the hell that noise would be classified as, and starts lecturing me again. Night."

"Night."

"RRRAWWWRKNLKSNLRRRRRRR!"

In the morning, I hid my hand easily by slipping on a pair of fingerless gloves. I always wore muggle clothes so the gloves didn't stand out with my usual attire. As soon as I entered the Great Hall for breakfast, I was ambushed by Harry. He glanced at my gloves and winced. "Blood quill?"

I smirked, pulling back my glove. "Nope, just a new tattoo."

He laughed, eyes lighting up with mischief. "Wicked! I wish I could've seen her face when she saw that!"

"Just like a toad who lost its lunch." I slipped my glove back in place and sat down with all my Gryffindor buds—plus Damon—for breakfast. After they were mostly finished, I plopped down by Aubrey. "Hola."

"Hey."

"I'd give you your robe back now but I doubt you wanna carry it around all day."

"You'd be correct in that assumption."

"So after school?"

"I'm skipping lunch to go library-ing. You could drop it off then."

"Sounds good."

"So, is there any reason why Professor Black is glaring at me?"

I glanced up at the staff table. Sure enough, Siri was glaring directly at Aubrey. I laughed. "He thinks you're trying to get me in bed."

Aubrey nudged me playfully. "But haven't I already gotten you in bed?"

"That's what I said! ..Then he started making some weird growly noise, so I just ignored him.."

He laughed, shaking his head. "You wanna really mess with him?"

"Sure. But it's your grade at stake."

Still chuckling, he slung a friendly arm over my shoulders. I could practically feel Sirius's glare intensify a hundred fold. I groaned. "I'm going to get another incoherent lecture tonight."

"And I'm going to fail Care of Magical Creatures."

I patted his head. "Awww, poor Bre-Bre."

He whapped the back of my head lightly. "I thought we already discussed the girly nickname issue."

"But I like it! It's cute!"

"I'm a man. We strive not to be 'cute.'"

"Would you rather me call you Mr. Stud-bucket McManlypants."

"Yes in fact, that would be highly preferable."

I laughed, standing up. "You got it Stud-bucket. See ya later."

"See ya."

Library time. I threw Aubrey's robe over my shoulder, whistling as I went. Aubrey was in a big squishy chair, surrounded by Defense Against the Dark Arts books. I sat on the chair's arm. "Doing some extra studying?"

"Umbridge can't teach a thing and I, for one, would like to actually learn something."

I nodded, patting his head sympathetically. "I'd look at A D.A Power Display by Zinnie Edwards. Its got some cool spells and simple instructions."

He smiled sideways at me. "Oh, what's this? Learning some magic illegally are we?"

"There's no law against reading."

He nodded. "I respect that. Even if it's a skill you may never be able to use, it's always better to be prepared for things."

"Plus I like stickin it to the man."

He laughed softly, shaking his head. "Well maybe we should have a study session together sometime."

"I'd like that….But you know what I'd like more?"

"Do tell."

"A singing session."

He nodded, eyes lighting up. "Definitely. I think that time we sang together during the Summer was the best duet I've ever sang."

"Positively the best. Can you play any instruments?"

"Guitar, violin, piano, drums, and sax."

I whistled. "Damn. I can do piano, a little guitar and basic drums."

"My parents were rich so I got all the music lessons I wanted."

"I learned from my friends."

"Good friends."

"The best."

He glanced at the library clock and sighed. "Gotta go. I don't want a detention with Umbridge for being late."

I shuddered. "Oh no you most certainly do not."

I was chillin in the Gryffindor common room with everyone when Kayla started complaining melodramatically about being hungry.

"Oh, we feel your pain sister." –Fred

"But luckily, we know the perfect cure!" –George

"Anyone up for a kitchen raid?" –Both

Kitchen raid? Sounded interesting.

The Hogwarts's kitchen was huuuuge. The house elves welcomed us happily, asking if there was anything they could do for their young masters. One elf in particular, Dobby, was very excited to see 'young master Harry and his friends.'

I bent down to his level smiling. "Awww, you're adorable!"

He blinked his large eyes at me. "You mean Dobby ma'am? Adorable?"

I nodded enthusiastically. "I don't want to be rude, but you are just so cute! Can I hug you?"

"Young Mistress wishes to hug Dobby?"

"Uh-huh!"

The elf hesitantly reached his arms out, and I scooped him up. "Oh my gosh you are just the cutest thing ever! And you don't have to call me Mistress or ma'am. Rika is just fine."

The other elves were staring in shock. Apparently they'd never seen one of their own get a hug before. Soon I was surrounded by the little guys, all of them wanting hugs too. Smiling, I gave each one a hug, telling them how cute they were while they squealed delightedly. Afterwards, they pilled us up with an insane amount of food, even by elf standards. It was officially decided that if anyone ever wanted anything from the house elves, they would send me to get it done.

After a few more hours with the Gryffies—and Damon. Poor Damon. So alone.— and I went back to my quarters and dropped a massive amount of food into Moon's and Pad's laps.

"What the heck is all of this?"—Pads

"Let's just say the house elves reeeaallly like me."

Remus shook his head amused, opening a bar of chocolate and taking a large bite. "I always liked the house elves here. They could tell I was a werewolf, but they didn't care because I had wizard blood in me."

Sirius laughed. "Remus's side of our dorm was the only part they'd clean. They were afraid to touch James's and my side because of all the random explosives."

I shook my head. "Poor things. You probably traumatized em."

"Life's no fun if you don't get a teensy bit traumatized in the process."

I flopped down in between them, squishing a large amount of food in the process, and slung an arm around both their shoulders. "To true. To true."

Author's note: Please help! I'm struggling with writers block! If you have any good ideas for a chapter, or things that you would like to see happen, please leave them in a review or PM them to me! I already know how the story will end, but I need some stuff for the middle!3