A/N: This is next on my list! Woohoo! Go me! Two updates in ONE WEEK!!!!!!!!!! *stops* sorry, slightly hyper…

Um…I've FINALLY thought of a plot for this! Before I was just kinda…randomly writing any thoughts that came into my head! Go me again!!!!

Disclaimer: I don't own Remus, Sirius, Lucius, or Regulus. Though, I personally think SOMEONE should start a you/Remus fic, cause I'd DEFINITELY read it. And love it. And IF someone reads this, do make it R, cause EVERYONE loves bad thoughts. Ok, not everyone, but still. Hell, maybe I'LL write an R-rated you/Remus fic, but I'd rather someone else do it.

A/N: If anyone finds, or knows of any, or starts one, PLEASE give me the link, or tell me the title and/or the author! Thank you!

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Yawning, Rachael opened her eyes. It was strange, the fact she never needed a means by which to wake herself up. She always woke up at the exact time she would make herself if she had one.

Shrugging, she opened the tapestries that were around her bed, and glanced around. Everyone else was up and about. She stood up and hurriedly got dressed. She was really hungry. For once.

~*~*~

Sirius opened his eyes to find an annoyed looking James hovering over him.

"'Llo, James," he said sleepily.

"Get up you over-grown ass," James growled.

"Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed."

"No, you were snoring so loud, I wouldn't be surprised if Rachael could hear you in the Slytherin dorms!" Remus said, laughing softly.

Sirius sat up and, ignoring the fact James had to leap back, shouted, alarmed, "I do not snore!"

"Yes you do," came Lily's voice from outside the dorm room. "Now come on, the lot of you, I'm hungry!"

"Bossy girlfriend you've got there, mate. Must be her Muggleborn roots," Sirius grumbled, angry that they had outdone him.

James shot him a warning glare and left, shortly followed by Remus.

Sighing, Sirius hurriedly dressed and followed him.

~*~*~

Looking around the Great Hall, James stopped at Rachael. Once again, like the night before, she was surrounded by the Slytherin Princes.

"Oy, Sirius?" James said, still watching her.

"Mmmf?" Sirius stated around a mouthful of toast. He swallowed, "What?"

"Rachael's sitting next to your brother…"

Sirius shrugged, "So? She can sit where she wants."

Lily stood up slightly and her eyes widened. "She's flirting with him…again!"

"What?!" both Sirius and Remus shouted at the same time, standing up to get a better look.

Sure enough, Rachael was sitting in between Regulus and Lucius, talking and laughing with them like they'd always been friends. Like…Like she's supposed to be there, Remus thought sadly, sitting back down.

As Sirius watched, Regulus smiled at her, then laughed at something she said.

"That bastard!" he hissed.

"Who? Rachael?" Peter asked, curious.

Sirius shot him an evil look, "No, stupid! Regulus!"

Peter looked confused, "What's he doing?"

"He's flirting her!"

"They all are, Sirius," Remus said quietly, staring down at his plate.

"Well…ugh! They're ruining my appetite, which I cannot allow them the pleasure of doing!" Sirius growled, and started to eat again.

James started to talk, mostly about Quidditch, which drew Sirius away from the thought of his brother and Rachael. Soon, the two were deeply involved in conversation.

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Suddenly the male arrived. Owls of all breeds swooped in from the many windows. They flew towards their owners, dropping packages and letters in front of them on the tables.

A beautiful black screech owl swooped down and dropped two letters on the table in front of Rachael.

"Hey Sinead," she greeted the female. The owl hooted as if in greeting and shuffled a little.

She pulled out a few owl pellets and handed them to her owl, which ate them quickly, then, hooting a thank-you, took flight and flew away.

Smiling, and secretly envious of the way the owl could move with perfect silence and grace, Rachael picked up the two letters. One had 'Azalea' on it, written in a sort of manuscript-cursive. The other had 'Davan'.

Opening the first, she read:

Azalea,

Hey!  Are you positive I'm not allowed to kill Seymour? Pleeease? He's so bloody annoying now and he won't shut up about some girl he met! I haven't met her, but I have a feeling he's gonna drag me along anytime!

School here at Durmstrang is…well, interesting, I suppose. You wouldn't believe how many curses I've learned. A lot more than you, so I'm gonna have loads of fun torturing you this summer. I heard one of the professors yelling at Karkaroff  [A/N: I'm pretending that Karkaroff is the headmaster there, since I dunno who really is.] that we should be taught the Cruciatus, Imperius, and the Killing Curses! How great is that? If we learn it, I'll be sure to teach them to you over Christmas. You are coming home, right? You have to! You can't possibly expect me to be home alone with Sey!

How're you? Heh, I'm not the best at asking all this shit. So…yeah. Have you gotten that Black, what's-his-name to like you yet? Ok ok, I admit, I've read your diary. It wasn't that hard either. You need a better place to hide it. That statue, you know, the naked one of Cernunnos (that Celtic god) that's in Ragnarok? There's a secret compartment. I'll show you during break.

Well, you better come home during Christmas, or I won't stop myself from killing Sey, he's a pain in the arse without you here. Of course, you already know that. Why'd you have to get accepted to Hogwarts, I'll never know.

Anyway, write back soon.

Lancelot

Laughing to herself, Rachael shook her head. Her twin brother, Aaron, was such an idiot at times it wasn't even funny. He was the most fun, of her brothers, but had the worst memory ever.

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Me: heh…Aaron's a muse, and he's pretty cute, but shhhh! I didn't tell you all that *glances around*

Cody: *looks at her weird* You DO know we can hear you, right?

Aaron's laughing his ass off on the floor.

James: Shut it! *hits him over the head*

Aaron: Owwwww!

Cody: Oh, do shut up!

Aaron sulks.

Me: *watches them* you guys done yet?

Cody: Yep, I think so.

Me: You don't care?

Cody: Nope, not really, it's not like he'll be hear long enough to do anything…

James: Yeah, besides, we all know you think I'm sexy, which is WAY better than "cute"

Orlando: *snaps from daydream* Hey! She said I was sexy!

James: Well you're NOT!

Orlando: Oh yes I am!

James: Well I'm sexier!

Me: …guys

Orlando: Sexier my ass! I'm sexier!!!!

James: Bloody hell! Nancy-boy thinks he's sexy! Yeah RIGHT!

Orlando: I am NOT a nancy-boy! And I AM sexy!

Me: guys…

James: Yes you are a nancy-boy! And no you're not! Even if you are, I'm SEXIER!

Orlando: No I'm not! And yes I am! No, I'M SEXIER!

James: NO YOU'RE NOT! I AM!

Me: GUYS!

James and Orlando: WHAT?!?!

Me: Stop arguing over who's the f'ing sexiest! God!

Aaron: Yeah, it doesn't matter! Cause in reality, EVERYONE knows I'm the sexiest *nods knowingly*

Cody, James, and Orlando stare at him.

James and Orlando: GET HIM!

Me: *cracking up as Cody, James, and Orlando chase Aaron around* Oh, right! The story, heh sorry!

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Lancelot, Azalea, and Seymour were the nicknames of the three. Lancelot and Azalea, being Aaron and Rachael, were closely tied. Lancelot meant 'land' while Azalea meant 'dry earth'. Seymour, the oldest brother, David, meant 'marshy land near the sea'. It was like a little secret code between Aaron and Rachael that they'd had since they were little.

Rachael and David had a different set of names, however, but the same type of code. This time, Rachael was called 'Davan' which started with a D, like David's. David called himself 'Anselm' which started with an A, like Aaron. They both called Aaron 'Revelin', with the R, like Rachael. It was a strange puzzle, but was a lot of fun when they were younger, and talked about the 'idiot' behind his back. They hadn't ever dropped it when they got older.

Still grinning to herself, Rachael opened the next letter, labeled 'Davan'.

It read:

Davan,

Don't listen to Revelin, he's insane. Honestly! If he says I talk about a girl constantly, he's clearly over-exaggerating. I am in no way, obsessed with Kate! Even though there's every reason to be, she's so…perfect looking. She's like a goddess when she walks down the halls.

However, there's no way mother or father will let me date her. She's not pure enough for them. She's transferring to Hogwarts in a month, because her parents don't like all the Dark Arts we're being taught here. I don't think I should like someone who can't handle that we should be taught those things, because, we will need them. Have you heard about that Voldemort, fellow? He's supposed to be in Hogsmeade next month sometime, I believe. You should go and listen to him, he's worth it. I won't tell you anymore here, just in case someone else reads this, but…just go listen to him.

I hope everything's going well there at Hogwarts. I heard mother talking to father about the Blacks, and they said it would be wise of you to marry into their family and I know how you like their son, Sirius. I don't think they realize that he's in Gryffindor. They'd probably tell you to go after the other one, Regulus, if they did. Parents can be so controlling. Personally, I say to follow your heart.

I hope to talk to you again soon, lil sis.

Anselm

Shaking her head at the wisdom of her older brother, Rachael sighed. Her parents probably would make her go for Regulus if they knew about Sirius being the "shame of the family". Glancing over, she saw that Regulus was glaring at someone. She followed her gaze and saw that he was glaring over at…Remus.

She sighed and quickly put the letters back into their envelopes, then placed those into her pocket. She started to eat again, hungry. Maybe she would go hear that Voldemort person, if she felt like it.

~*~*~

Sirius looked up as the owls came in. To his complete surprise, one landed right in front of him. I couldn't possibly forget anything! James' mom rechecked my things at least twelve times, he thought. Then he recognized the owl as his sisters, Beatrix's.

Frowning slightly, he took the letter, and, glancing over it warily, noted that it wasn't a Howler. This surprised him as much as it intrigued him, and he opened it.

Reading, he paused, then reread it:

Sirius,

Rachael was seen flirting with Regulus for about an hour last night, alone, in the Common Room. She says Regulus came up to her, but you know that isn't his way. Or, maybe you don't, since you left. But anyway, it seems as if your little friend has gotten over you—which could be hard—and moved on to…your own brother. I'd keep an eye on her if I were you. She might betray you someday.

Beatrix

Scowling, Sirius crumpled up the letter in his fist. Then, at the strange look from James, gave it to him.

James uncrumpled the letter and read it. His eyes widened and he passed it to Lily. Her mouth dropped and she glanced at Sirius, who was too busy glaring over at the Slytherin table to notice.

"What's that?" Remus asked, noticing the looks on his best friends' faces.

Lily didn't say anything, too shocked, and just passed it over to Remus.

He raised an eyebrow at them, and then started to read. He felt his heart freeze as he read the first sentence. When he was done, the letter dropped from his hand onto his empty plate. Not noticing the strange looks at his reaction that he was getting from Lily and James, he reread the letter, then stuck it in his pocket.

Surely Rachael wouldn't do that. She wouldn't move off of Sirius onto his brother, who was openly hostile to them. They were her best friends! There was no way she'd betray them.

Having convinced himself, and feeling slightly better, he made a mental note to show it to Rachael.

He grabbed some toast and finally started to eat.

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Unknown to them all, Beatrix was smirking wickedly. Staring at her goblet of pumpkin juice, she started to laugh softly.

Narcissa watched her sister, knowing that she was planning something. She glanced around and saw the letter Sirius was reading. She frowned at her sister, then, brushing it away, turned back to her ritual of  rememorizing every detail of Lucius' face. As long as Rachael—who she guessed was the person Beatrix wrote the letter about—stayed away from Lucius Malfoy, she'd stay out of her sister's plan.