"Yeah... Yeah. Thanks, Pads. Bye."

"Bye, sweetheart."

I set the mirror down on my lap and stared out of the window of the Gryffindor common room. I heaved a deep sigh. I had just spent my free period spilling my heart to Sirius about Kylie, who had told me he was going to 'deal with her' himself, like he told her he would do back when we first got together if she broke my heart, to which I told him not to start any trouble, if I felt she needed 'dealt with,' I'd do it. At this, Sirius looked at me through the mirror quite admiringly and fondly, and helped me brainstorm pranks to do on my ex girlfriend.

Harry slid onto the sofa beside me, slinging an arm around me.

"Talking to Sirius?" He said, indicating the mirror.

I nodded. "Yeah, I was."

Harry sighed, latching his eyes onto mine. "Daze... how are you coping? I know I asked that yesterday, and the day before that too -"

"I'm fine, Harry." I said. "I just needed to talk to him. I needed to reassure myself that I wasn't the one at fault here."

Harry blinked. "Of course you're not the one at fault. Who said that?"

"Nobody..." I said, looking at my lap. "But Kylie did ask to come back like a week after we broke up, and I turned her down, but now I'm wondering if I should have just -"

"No." Harry interrupted, a small scowl forming on his face. "No way. She made her decision. She doesn't get to fuck you up, and when you are just getting used to being without her, fuck up your feelings again."

"I know." I said, leaning my head against his shoulder. "I know. I'm just sorry that you lost friends out of this, Harry."

My brother shook his head. "Don't worry about me. I'm fine with just Ron. I don't know how I could ever be friends with Kylie again after this. After hurting my sister..."

"Indeed."

"Naturally." We both chuckled as I snuggled into Harry. My eyes caught Terry clambering through the portrait hole, calling something back to the Fat Lady. I rolled my eyes, grinning. He's basically a Gryffindor by now, and the Fat Lady clearly doesn't have the energy to fight with him anymore about letting him in.

"Ugh!" Terry flopped down on the other side of me dramatically. "Oh, hey Harry, how's it going?" And without waiting for an answer, Terry continued, "Draco is seriously pissing me off these days. Like, how hard is it to just put a little bit of effort into your relationship?"

Harry and I exchanged a glance.

"What happened this time, Ter-bear?" I said.

Terry kicked his feet up onto the table, passing a hand over his face tragically. "He just doesn't understand me. He thinks that he can buy my affections."

"Are you sure you aren't just feeling the second-hand effects of my breakup with Kylie?" I asked. "You weren't fighting with Draco before it."

"Definitely not, Softpaw." Terry said, sniffing. "Draco is pompous, he's spoilt, he's grown up getting everything he wanted and now he thinks he can win me over by spending his millions of Galleons on silly gifts. Well, he can't."

I shrugged at Harry as Terry tilted his head back onto the sofa, groaning. But Harry was gazing over my shoulder.

"Why won't Romilda Vane stop staring at you?" He questioned, looking confused.

I turned. The very pretty curly-haired brunette with big brown eyes was looking over at me with said brown eyes smouldering. As soon as she noticed me glancing back, she fluttered her eyelashes and turned back to her friends.

"I thought she would stop after we fucked." I said. "Oh well."

There was a silence. I turned back to my brother and my best friend. They were both staring at me with their mouths open.

"What?" I said dismissively.

"Y-you and Romilda Vane fucked?" Harry demanded.

"Get it, Softpaw!" Terry crowed. "She's cute."

"She's just always staring at me and giggling with her friends." I shrugged again. "She clearly has a massive crush on me. I thought if I just gave her what she wanted then she'd stop. Besides, she definitely isn't bad looking, so I wasn't totally opposed."

"Chad Softpaw." Terry sat up to high-five me.

"She has a serious kink for the Chosen One." I said. "She kept telling me I had to act all arrogant and heroic and refer to myself as the Chosen One, and she squirte-"

"TMI!" Harry plugged his ears with his fingers in alarm. "I mean, couldn't you have just made out with her or something, why did you have to -"

"Softpaw is going through her hoe phase, Harold." Terry interrupted, smirking. "Don't worry, she's well experienced -"

"What?" Harry interrupted this time, loudly. "Who else have you had sex with, Daisy?"

Terry looked down at his watch. "Blimey, we're going to be late to Defence. We'd better run!"

I immediately jumped up from my seat, slinging my bag over my shoulder. Harry stood up next to me, his eyes narrowed.

"Don't think we're done with this conversation." He told me as we picked our way across the common room.

"You don't need to know everyone I've fucked, Harry." I rolled my eyes. "Besides, I'm sure McLaggen's blabbed all over the school by now so you'll be hearing -"

"WHAT?"

After meeting up with Fred and George outside of the DADA classroom, them, Terry, and I waited for five minutes before entering the classroom late. Snape glared at us, pointing us into our seats.

"We were just going through the register before we were so rudely interrupted." He drawled, lowering his hook-nosed face back to the register. "Blaise Zabini."

"Here."

"Michael Corner."

"Here."

"Daisy Potter."

"UUUUHHHH... fuck YEAH, baby..."

There was a deafening silence. Snape lowered his register once again.

"I do not need to hear you making disturbing noises when I call your name on the role, Miss Potter. I simply need to know that you are in attendance."

"Oh, I am!" I said brightly.

Snape glared at me, ticking off my name on the register. "Fred Weasley."

"UGH, fuck baby, take it, UHHH..."

"... A simple 'here' would do, Weasley."

After the role was called, Snape stepped up to the blackboard and began teaching. I raised my hand almost immediately.

"Professor Snap?" I called. Snape shut his eyes briefly at 'Snap,' then turned to me. "Can I borrow your wig?"

Snape turned back to the blackboard. "So, non-verbal spells simply -"

"Professor Snap!" I waved my hand in the air. "I've lost my pet werewolf. Have you seen it?"

"Stop interrupting this class, Miss Potter. I will have to send you to the Headmaster's office if you do not behave. Do you understand me?"

I grinned. "Yes, Snap."

After fifteen minutes in Dumbledore's office, I slipped back into class. Terry was proclaiming loudly, "He's done it again!"

I collapsed into the seat beside him. Terry had multiple textbooks propped open in front of him, and Snape was gritting his teeth as he attempted to teach the class.

"... And that is the basic underlying reason why non-verbal spells are so difficult."

"He's right, you know!" Terry said loudly, pointing at a paragraph in one of the books. Several classmates tittered.

"Do you want another detention, Boot?"

I stared at Snape, smiling widely at him. It took him a minute before he noticed me, and he looked slightly taken aback when he made eye contact with me.

"Sir, are you verified on social media?" Fred asked.

Snape ignored him, restarting his lecture. He prowled around the classroom as he did so, walking between desks. This was the perfect time to sneak up to his desk while his back was turned, and Transfigure all his quills into giant purple peacock feathers, just like Lockhart's ones back in the day.

When I snuck back to my desk, I noticed that the boys were on Fred's phone. I bent over to see that they had hacked into Snape's Facebook account, and I snatched the phone gleefully, pointing the camera at our dear professor from across the room. I took an obscure photo of him in low light, making sure it was slightly blurry and pixelated, zooming into his face, and made it Snape's profile picture. I made sure that I let it get posted to his timeline as well, sniggering.

"Tarantellegra!" I hissed, pointing my wand at Seamus. Instantly, my Irish classmate started tap dancing. The class turned at the sound and sight and started giggling. Seamus, thinking that it was George, shot a jinx in return at him, who started laughing loudly and uncontrollably. The class descended into a battleground of jinxes, hexes, and curses within five minutes, which Snape was only able to stop by shooting a momentum-freezing spell into the air, right after Fred hit me with "Rictumsempra!" which tickled me intensely.

"Enough!" Snape roared. "Control yourselves. This is supposed to be a sixth year class! Are none of you imbeciles mature enough to be here?"

We all quietened in our seats, still softly giggling and sniggering.

"AS I was saying..." Snape said, "the theory behind -"

"Sir?" George raised his hand. "Why don't you make out with Filch? You share a passion for hating Daisy."

Snape gritted his teeth. "The theory behind -"

"Sir, I'd like to invite you to Sirius's birthday party at the Whomping Willow." I said cheerfully.

"Detention, Miss Potter."

"Okay."

"Sir, why don't you pick on someone your own size?" Terry growled, standing up, then going onto his tip-toes. "Like me!"

"Detention, Boot."

"Okay." Terry shrugged, sitting down again.

Snape prowled the room, lecturing the class, stopping and frowning every now and then at people's notes, as several of my classmates had taken to doodling things on their notes about 'that cute Potter kid.' I blushed furiously at Fred's doodles, for no reason that I could think of.

After another five minutes of playing with Fanged Frisbees and Screaming Yo-yos, all of our toys were confiscated and Snape was close to losing his absolute shit. I had never seen him so angry. He shot a glare at me from across the classroom, and I fell out of my seat, screaming and writhing.

"AAAHHHHH! SIR! TAKE THE CURSE OFF, PLEASE!" I screamed at the top of my lungs as my classmates crowded around me curiously. "AAAHHHHH, it hurts SO BAD!"

Snape pushed through the crowd, glaring around and telling everyone to go back to their seats. As soon as his gaze left me, I immediately sat upright and returned to my seat too, beaming.

"What was that all about, Miss Potter?" Snape said lowly, his eyes glinting with fury.

I smirked up at him. "Don't put the Cruciatus Curse on me, Professor. I didn't do anything wrong!"

Snape looked to be restraining himself from rolling his eyes. He turned away from me, continuing his lecture, and I turned to the boys, gesturing at the pictures hanging on the walls. The three nodded, grinning.

Within minutes, the Insurgents had all of Snape's weird pictures of people getting tortured or having their soul sucked out or being eaten, and I snuck over to the window, opening it wide. I propped up the pictures, sniggering at the top one of someone after they'd been eaten by Inferi, and slid them out of the window to the ground several floors below.

"Miss Potter!" Snape strode over to me, his face the picture of fury. "Get back to your seat now!"

I wandered back to my desk, hands in pockets, whistling cheerfully. The next time Snape passed me, I pointed my wand at his robes and whispered, "Incendio!" and his robes immediately lit on fire. Terry, Fred, George, and I sniggered as he strode up the aisle, unsuspecting.

Dean suddenly snorted loudly and nudged Seamus. Ron and Harry started tittering, and soon the whole class was whispering and laughing, their eyes glued to Snape's flaming robes.

"Time for the Snackboxes." Fred said, getting out the little box from his pocket, and we each took a Puking Pastille.

The class ended with a hilarious concoction of Snape going apeshit once he discovered the fire, and me, Terry, Fred, and George vomiting all over the classroom.

~~~

"Mmm..."

I kissed Lavender deeply, running my hands over her naked body. Her hands rested on my bare hips as I tasted myself on her lips, our tongues tangling.

We broke apart slowly, and Lavender purred as I traced her breasts.

"Daisy... who knew my classmate could be so GOOD at..." I silenced her with another kiss, feeling her full lips against mine.

"We'll do this again sometime, Lav?" I said, pulling away and standing off Lavender's bed. She nodded, her eyes not moving off my naked body. I smirked, pulling on my underwear, making sure to bend over slowly and pull on my school shirt and skirt sensually, looping my tie around my neck once and wedging my feet into my shoes, sending Lavender one last smouldering look before exiting the sixth year Gryffindor girls' dorm.

I stopped at the landing. Everything in my sight was wavering. I squinted, trying to focus, but the more I tried the worse it got. Suddenly, everything blurred. I staggered to the staircase and sat down on a step, massaging my temples.

"What the fuck?" I said to no one in particular.

"Daisiel, come back here! Don't talk to the demons."

I giggled, flapping my tiny wings. I propelled myself towards a red-eyed man with horns sticking out of his messy clump of hair, and he turned to me with a giant bloody chainsaw in his hands.

"Can I play with that?" I asked, beaming up at the demon. The demon shrugged, bending down to hand me the chainsaw, and I shrieked with delight, wielding the instrument above my head.

"Seriously, Darrmoth?" My dad sighed, putting his face in his hands. "Thanks a lot. Daisiel, give Darrmoth back the chainsaw, sweetie."

"No way, Daddy!" I cackled, flapping my wings. I shot high up into the air of the fiery cavern, spinning around, then relaxed onto my back, letting my wings flap along lazily underneath me. I cradled the chainsaw in my arms, ignoring the blood dripping from it, giggling giddily.

All of a sudden, Lucifer was beside me in the air, his great black wings stirring the air around us, making dark purple dust clouds from the rocks nearby. He pried the chainsaw from my little hands, to my protests, and grabbed me in his other arm, flying us back down to the ground. Lucifer shook his head, looking to be restraining a grin, and handed the demon back his chainsaw.

"Sweetheart, you know you can't play with the demons. Your grandad doesn't want you to be corrupted."

"Whatever, Daddy." I said, gazing up at my father adoringly. "I just want to be like you!"

"I know you do, baby." Lucifer gazed down at me in rather the same fashion. "I wish I could be more like you, too."

I was suddenly sliding down; my eyes flew open and I shrieked as I slid down a spiralled slide. I came to rest at the bottom of the Gryffindor girls' dorms staircase, only it was a slide now. The twins and Terry were standing beside me, looking down at me amusedly. Fred stuck out a hand, helping me up, and I stared at them.

"What were you guys doing trying to get up the girls' stairs?" I said accusatorially.

Terry laughed as Fred grinned.

"We heard that you disappeared with Lavender Brown up there." George said.

"Didn't know she was your type, Softpaw." Terry said conversationally.

I shrugged. "Right now, everyone's my type. What's up, guys? Or were you trying to catch a glimpse?" I added aggressively, narrowing my eyes at them.

Terry and George stepped back, their hands up in the air, as Fred flushed.

"Ew." Terry said.

"Wouldn't dream of it." George said honestly.

"We wanted to see if you were done yet. You'd been up there quite a while and we wanted to hang out with you." Fred said, his voice getting quieter as he spoke.

I grinned at him. "Aww, that's cute. Okay, let's hang out. What do you guys want to d- WAIT!"

I'd just remembered what had literally just happened. The boys looked at me inquisitively.

"Guys, I think I just had a memory of my childhood!" I said excitedly.

"Okay?" Terry said.

"No, it was my angel childhood!" I said. "I was a little angel baby in Hell with my Satan dad."

"Oh, cool!" Terry said as the twins raised their eyebrows in interest. "What was that like?"

"I think I need to talk to my brothers about this ASAP!" I clasped my hands together. "Do you guys wanna come?"

Terry, Fred, and George exchanged glances. "Um, fuck yeah!"

And so I prayed for Gabriel and Castiel to come collect us, and in just under twenty seconds, we were all sitting on Gabriel's bed in his heavenly mansion, Gabriel and Castiel standing before us, Gabriel's whiskey-coloured eyes twinkling at us, Castiel's hands hanging awkwardly on either side of his trench coat like usual.

"To what do we owe the pleasure, dear sis?" Gabe drawled, unwrapping a lollipop.

"Is everything alright?" Cas said nervously. "Has the demon pestered you again?"

"Funnily enough, he hasn't tried anything in a while." I said, glancing at Terry, and both of us shrugged. "But that's not what I came here for."

"Why have you brought your mortal friends with you?" Cas quizzed.

"Ah, let them live, Cassie." Gabe said, throwing himself down on the bed beside Terry, swinging himself around, and planting his head in Terry's lap. Terry jumped, his eyes widening. "They're doing no harm. They're clearly Daisiel's brothers from other mothers."

"What he said." I pointed at Gabe, nodding. Cas tilted his head. "Anyway..."

I told them about my memory, to which both Gabe and Cas showed signs of delight. They all listened intently, bursting out laughing when I said about taking the chainsaw, with the exception of Cas, who remained confused as usual.

"That's your first angel memory!" Gabe said brightly. "And what an awesome one it was. Now, don't expect TOO much after this... you'll get a few more, but nothing too important I suspect. You'll regain your full bank of memories usually in your early adulthood. But from now, you'll remember little things like that. Cute."

"Gabe..." I said tentatively. He glanced at me from Terry's lap (who was now bright red and didn't look like he knew what to do with his hands) and raised an eyebrow. "Why did my dad say he wished he could be more like me?"

Gabe hesitated, then sighed, sitting up. Terry visibly relaxed, shooting a nervous side glance at my angel brother.

"He wished he could be innocent like your little angel baby self." Gabe said. "You didn't understand what the demons did at that stage. You just thought that chainsaw was a fun toy, not a torture instrument. He also knew your heart was good at its centre... he wished for more of your good heart, Daisiel."

He reached across for my hand, and squeezed it. We sat in mutual silence for a moment, me remembering my baby wings and my dad's young face that was nearly identical to his today.

"Daisiel... is that pussy I smell on your fingers?"

"Jesus Christ, shut up, Gabriel."