"Hey, I know you." Said the drunk 'gypsy leader'. "Weren't you hear yesterday, sometime?"

"Erm... hi." Liza said. "Yeah we were here yesterday, and we have a favor to ask you."

"What do we get?" The gypsie asked greedily, clutching a flask of alcohol. He motioned to the group of gypsies how were lazying around a fire and talking amongst themselves.

"Well... my father breeds horses and if you help us, and not try to kill or harm us, you may keep one." Said Liza.

"Err... Well... I like your spunk so... what's your request?" He said.

From his spot, James could see the passive look on the gypsie's face.

"Have you been to India?" Liza asked.

The gypsie smiled.



"Put the sword down before you hurt me!" Exclaimed Remus as he barely avoided Sirius's wild swinging movements. They were in James and Liza's barn... practicing. Practicing wasn't the word... Sirius needed a lot more help and training to begin to practice.

"Sirius! Your form sucks!" Remus said.

"Gee... thanks." Sirius said sarcastically.

"Your welcome." Remus said taking the sword from his hands. "Like this." Remus said, he then tried to do the blocking technique. His arm was starting to hurt again so he dropped the sword. "Ouch."

Sirius frowned and bent down to pick up the fallen sword. "Maybe we should wait till James and Liza get back." Sirius said. Remus nodded. "Ok."



"Yes, that's where we just came from." Said the gypsie as he walked the two to one of the camp fires. "Sit.... What would you like to know?" He asked, looking them over.

"We are going to a ball... for the announcement of the joining if England and Spain." Liza started to explain. "And only royalty are allowed so we need a false.... identity."

"I see."

"The only thing we could think of is India, some ancestors of ours are from there." James said.

"India, you must understand, is a very secluded country." Said the gypsie.

"We know. That's why we need some... inside information about them."James said quickly.

"I see... so you're going to try and fool the parliment into thinking you're a prince and princess of India?" They nodded. "Very well... I will teach you the ways of the India People.. the government... the dance." He then raised his eyebrows at Liza.

"Hey, what are you implying?!?"Said James, standing up.

"Nothing." Said the gypsie slyly.

James sat back down because the other gypsies were coming around because of his brakeout.

Liza was glowering at the 'head gypsie'. "I won't need to know 'the dance', thanks. He's the one who needs help." She jerked her head towards James.

"To bad." Muttered the gypsie.

"Pervert." Muttered Liza.



"Get away from my BATHTUB!" Lily screeched at the maid person, who was bugging the hell out of her.

"Miss..."

"NO!" Lily screamed. "Go away!"

"But miss."

"Do you want me to get out os this tub?" Lily sighed as the maid left the room disgruntled.

She sat in the tub with her long red hair pulled up onto the top of her head. She was trying to relax. The bubbles were relaxing. The maid just wouldn't leave her alone for one second. Lily was positive the maid was to watch her every move. Sent by the prince of Spain, of course. That arse. Snape was taking no chances of letting her escape, obviously.

"How am I going to get out of this?" She whined to herself.



"What's his name?" Princess Petunia asked her mother. "Peter." Her mother, queen of England, replied curtly. "Peter Petigrew." (* wondering where he he would come in, huh?*)

"What royal structure is he and why do you think he's qualified enough to rule England alongside me?" Petunia said with her nose in the air.

"He's the second in line to the inheritence of France, if we were to join forces, along with Spain... could you imagine how large the trade industry would get?"

"Amazingly huge." Muttered Petunia. "And if something would happen to his brother, prince-soon-to-be-king of France?" Ask Petunia, looking at her mother briefly.

"You shouldn't think about such things dear."

"Lily goes off to Spain and I'm stuck here with the prince of France? He's a bit too young isn't he?" Petunia asked thoughtfully.

"Only three years younger dear."

"Then, why are you bringing this up now?" She said hotly. "He's bloody sixteen!" "We need to plan this ahead of time." Said the queen. "And your sister and Severus are only sixteen."

"That's different! The standards in Spain are different." Petunia sighed. "When do I get to meet the future king of England?"

"He'll be at the ball dear."

"And who all are we having at this extravagansa?" Petunia asked, uninterestedly.

"Oh, everyone dear. Artists, foreing representitives, foreign royalties, it's also the beginning of the knight's ball." Said the queen proudly.

"So I take it, it's probably the biggest deal ever?" Asked Petunia.

"Most definitely."



"I'm not eating that!" James said, after a bit of on-hand experience, James decided that he never wanted to even go to India.

"You'll be insulting Zelda, our Indian cook!" Exclaimed the still drunk gypsie.

"She'll be upset? I don't care, what if I die?!" Exclaimed James, disgruntled. The gypsie rolled his eyes.

"This is what the people in India eat!" He said. "You're the one who wants to learn their ways!"

James looked down at the mess of... stuff... on his plate. He took a glance at Liza. She was poking her food.

"What is it?" She asked. The cook, Zelda came out and cracked a grin at them.

"That there is a special dish me family makes." She said, interesting... she had a very heavy Irish accent.

"She's not from India!" Exclaimed Liza. "She's Irish! What gives?"

"Well... erm... well... we've never really been to India." Muttered the gypsie sheepishly.

"WHAT!?!" Liza yelled.

"Have you been leading us on?" James got to his feet again, as did Liza.

"Well... I don't think the parliament would ask that much about your country anyway, all you really need to do is look loyal!" Said the gypsie defensively. "Listen, be here tomowrrow, and we'll help you look more like royalty, we've got the clothes." He added quickly.

"I can't believe we believed them in the first place. And I can can't believe I almost ate that..." James said disgustedly as they walked back to their house.

"We'll get him back James, don't you worry." Liza reassured him.

They got to the house and met with Remus and Sirius. They started to disgust what Sirius was going to do to not get killed.

After a while, they had Sirius doing things almost at an intermediate level.

This went on for the next week... James and Liza had their revenge, Sirius went pro, and Remus was still hurt... The night of the ball was tonight and it was early, early in the morning.

"JAMES! Get up! We have to meet the gypsies today!" Liza shouted at James in the barn at dawn the day of the ball.

"I'm up." He mumbled.

Liza grabbed him by the shirt so he was standing up, taking James by surprise. As he marveled at her strength, she threw him clothes and walked out the door. James hurriedly got dressed and followed.

They rode horses into their meeting spot that morning. The 'head gypsie' was there as scheduled.

"Finally!" He exclaimed.

"Shut up." Mumbled James.

Now, was time for the preparation of the ball...