It's the End of the World

Six o'clock - TV hour.
Don't get caught in foreign tower.
Slash and burn, return,
Listen to yourself churn.
Lock him in uniform and book burning, blood letting.
Every motive escalate.
Automotive incinerate.
Light a candle, light a motive. Step down, step down.
Watch a heel crush, crush.
Uh oh, this means no fear
Cavalier.
Renegade and steer clear!
A tournament, a tournament, a tournament of lies.
Offer me solutions, offer me alternatives
and I decline.

It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine.

Jaimie very much itched to skive off Transfiguration and talk about the article with her friends, but she would just as well run around the room and light her head on fire. So she sat out the hour long class, waiting impatiently to talk to her friends about the article. So when the bell rang, excusing them to lunch, Jaimie couldn't help but shoot up straight in the air, frightening everyone within a five foot radius, and grab her bag, urging Sirius and the others to hurry.
When they had gotten into the Great Hall, Jaimie grabbed a few sandwiches and pressed her friends out into the grounds, where they sat under a beech tree near the lake and discussed the subject which she waited so very long to talk about.
"So, its called the Order of the Pheonix is it?" She said plopping onto the ground, her back against the tree's trunk, the others following suit, under the shade of the tree's foliage.
"I guess so. I wonder what they do?" Peter wondered aloud.
"That's easy, they fight Voldemort. I mean, its pretty obvious." Sirius said, nonchalantly taking another bite of his sandwich.
"But what do you think they talk about? I mean, in muggle movies, they have spies and under cover agents and things, I wonder if they have those too?" Lily said.
"Of course they do, but like I said before, there are much better witches and wizards than Riley." James said, playing with a blade of grass.
"Well, he could be a spy." Remus stated, hurling the rest of his unfinished sandwich into the lake.
"Remus!" Jaimie chided.
Remus shrugged, before proceeding to lie down on the grass, his head propped in his hands.
"Yeah. I mean, he seems like the type that would join Voldemort. He's definitely got the temper." Sirius continued, ignoring Jaimie's rebuke.
"But then, if he seems the type to be a spy, he could play double-agent, maybe he's giving Dumbledore false information." Lily said, her eyes brightening with enthusiasm.
"Yeah, that's right! Maybe he's the one that gave the names of the other Order members." James said, sitting up.
"Nah, I think Dumbledore would choose his spies carefully. I don't think that he would trust Riley with this job if he thought that Riley was double-crossing him." Remus said, staring idly at the clouds.
"I suppose so." Jaimie said, slowly.
A group of giggling girls passed by, among them the blonde Ravenclaw girl who's Daily Prophet was still clutched in Jaimie's hand, waving cheekily at the four boys, and giving Jaimie and Lily the cold shoulder. They crossed the short distance from the beech tree to the lake, took their shoes off and waded their feet in the shallow depths of the water. After they were out of hearing shot of them, their talk continued once more.
"Well, Dumbledore could choose his spies carefully, but still, he's a human, he can make mistakes." Sirius pointed out, now following Remus' lead and lying down on the grass, his head in Jaimie's lap. She placed a hand on his head and started stroking his hair, when suddenly, one of the girls from the lake uttered a shriek of surprise.
They all swung their heads swiftly toward the girls' direction and saw that the blonde Ravenclaw had unearthed Remus' uneaten sandwich, now soggy and falling apart on her foot. They all laughed hysterically at the sight.

The next few months passed uneventfully, busily, but uneventfully. WIth every passing class, they were forcibly reminded of N.E.W.T's the following year, but finally it was over. It was all over, until the next year. Their trunks were packed, their closets empty, their four-posters neatly made. Jaimie and the others could be seen sitting casually in their usual places around the fire, enjoying the few hours they had before going home, and returning again for their final year. They all looked happily at each other, a look of triumph on their faces. All except for Jaimie, who was a bit preoccupied over the latest murder of the Bones', and it was also rumored that they were apart of the Order of the Pheonix which they had researched as thoroughly as they could.
"Another year of mischief to Hogwarts." James said, stretching out regally on his armchair.
"Yep, six gone, one more to go." Sirius said joyfully.
"I wonder what's going to happen after this. I mean, its kind of scary. We've been in school for as long as I can remember, and now, after next year, no more Hogwarts. No more teachers, no more pranks pulled by attractively evil boys." Lily said, giving James a steely glint.
"Yeah . . . " Remus sighed, smiling reminscently.
"I don't want to think about it, I'd rather just cross the bridge when I get there." Sirius said, leaning back on his spot on the moth eaten sofa.
"But you always do that." Peter pointed out, slightly put off.
"Worked fine, didn't it?" Sirius commented, a mischievous light in his eyes.
"Yeah, Sirius is right, I don't want to think about it. We got a whole other year for that." James said, frowning slightly.
"What's wrong, Jaimie, you seem quiet." Remus said, looking at Jaimie.
"Just thinking . . .," She muttered, still staring pensively at the table before her.
"About what?" Lily asked, leaning forward.
"About the Bones, Voldemort, " Peter winced at the sound of the name, though everyone ignored him, "and the Order."
"What, like you want to join?" James blurted out.
"Well, yeah." Jaimie said, shrugging.
"Yeah, I suppose that would be a choice career," Said Lily pensively.
"Yeah, but like I said . . ." Sirius began
"You'll cross the bridge when you get there, I know." Jaimie repeated, with a laugh.
Sirius looked rather galled, and Jaimie gave him a kiss on his cheek as a consolation.
That night, at the end of term feast, the food was just as magnificent as ever. The Great Hall was bedecked in banners of blue and bronze and a large picture of an eagle, for Ravenclaw had won the House Cup. The feast had gone well enough, except at the beginning of it when James and Sirius, unbeknownst to the larger part of the student body, had bewitched the large roast chickens, stationed at every table, to turn the colors of Ravenclaw and dance along the house tables, making a mess as they came.
With an amused air, Dumbledore made one sweeping movement of his wand and the chickens had promptly turned their normal shade of roasted brown, stopped dancing and fell with a crash on the table. As the teachers couldn't prove who had done it, they just continued on with the feast, keeping a heavy eye on James and Sirius who were not fool enough to do anything of the sort for the rest of the feast.
Towards the end of the feast, a man had slipped into the Great Hall by one of the side doors. No one seemed to notice him, as he tiptoed up to Dumbledore, staring over at the Slytherin table occasionally. Dumbledore nodded, politely and then whispered something back before the men snuck out of the Great Hall through the same way he came. Jaimie looked at the others to see if they noticed, too. They had, but didn't seem to make a big deal of it, and so he was forgotten.
So the next day, they all checked and double checked their trunks, made sure they didn't forget anything, and were soon boarding the Hogwarts Express. Once more, they had a compartment to themselves, save Lily and Remus who were at the Prefect compartment and were sitting around casually in it when who should appear but none other than Damion Malfoy and Severus Snape. They both looked positively fuming, Damion's hair dishelved and his usually immaculate robes now in burned tatters, Snape's robes were burned as well, but were also covered in a slimy, greenish substance. Sirius and James both stood up, but immediately began sniggering at the sight of them. Jaimie looked around the compartment, and was painfully aware that she would not be able to hold back Sirius and James if a fight were about to ensue, and Peter wasn't exactly able to help, being the same height and most likely strength of Jaimie.
"Black, you did this, I know you did." Damion growled.
"Did what?" Said Sirius in a very supressed voice, as he was holding back a laugh.
"YOU KNOW WHAT YOU DID!" And in an instant, Damion had taken his wand out of his robes and had muttered a spell. A red flash of light emitted out of the tip of his wand, and hit Sirius squarely on his chest, propelling him backward onto opposite wall.
"Sirius!" Jaimie muttered, as she crouched beside the crumpled heap that was Sirius on the floor.
Peter had just stood up and was holding his wand, ready to do a spell, but James stopped him.
"You'll pay for that one Malfoy." James said, and he took his wand out of his back pocket and cried, "Expelliarmus!"
Damion's wand flew out of his hand and James had caught it just as Sirius made to stand up. He deftly reached for his wand and was about to curse both Snape and Damion when Snape had had beaten him and called "Crucio!" and aimed right for Sirius. Shocked that Snape would even dare to use an Unforgivable curse, Sirius and James stood rooted to the spot. But acting quickly Jaimie stood up, and ran in front of the two boys, the full blast of the spell hitting her.
She fell on the opposite seat, crying out in pain as Sirius fell to her side, "Jaimie!"
"She deserved it, Black. She shouldn't have gotten in the way. You needed to be punished for what you did. It was her fault she got hit instead of you." Snape sneered at Sirius, then to James, and then to Jaimie's writhing form. He looked at Damion who was not at all amused at what he did, but on the contrary shook his head as a sign of disapproval. Undaunted, Snape still didn't lift the curse of off Jaimie.
Sirius yelled, "Take the curse off her NOW!" Seeing that Snape was going to let Jaimie suffer more, he was about to curse Snape when Lily and Remus, as well as the Head Boy and Girl appeared in the corridor. In a second the curse was lifted off of Jaimie, and she relaxed on the compartment seat, staring at the new arrivals in disorientation.
"What has been going on here?!" The Head Boy asked, shrilly.
"Snape just-" Peter began, but James interrupted and said, "Snape and Malfoy just wanted to say hello, but they're leaving, aren't they." He and Sirius stared dangerously at Damion and Malfoy, who stood defiantly on the spot, Damion a little paler than usual, but the color flooding in his cheeks once more.
"Well, that's not what the people in the other compartments said. They're saying that you were dueling. Were you?" The Head Girl asked.
Lily and Remus looked politely puzzled behind the Head Boy and Girl, they're eyes wide with shock or nerves, it was hard to tell.
"We were just-just-" James faltered, looking for an excuse.
"We were just practicing a few spells, you know, doing all the magic we can before we reach platform nine and three-quarters. Right guys?" Sirius asked, looking around for a collective agreement.
James and Peter nodded her head in support.
"Well, then, why are you lying down on the ground. You look sick, are you alright?" The Head Girl asked Jaimie, stepping into the compartment.
"She's fine!" Lily said, pushing her way ahead of Jaimie. "She's always like this, allergic reactions to-to-" She look around for an object, but not finding one, she said, "Leather! Allergic reactions to leather."
Still suspicious, the Head Boy said, "Alright. But tone things down, your causing a great disturbance. Oh and you," he pointed to James, "Give that wand back to its owner."
James looked down at the two wands he held in his hands. Reluctantly, he threw Damion's wand back, who caught it easily, and the Head Boy and Girl left the compartment, leaving them alone.
"You'll pay for that one Snape, you just wait. You'll be sorry you ever did that." James said, pointing his wand at Snape.
Snape just scoffed as he walked away, following Damion.
Remus walked in, and slammed the compartment door shut, amid the surprised reaction of everyone else. Lily and he took their seats, as Sirius helped Jaimie to sit up. Her bones were still aching terribly. It felt as if a thousand dull knives were being inserted forcefully into her skin, and her limbs were being pulled away from her body in all directions. Excruciating pain. She lay limply in Sirius' arms, as James pulled from his trunk, a bar of Honeydukes chocolate and handed a piece to her. She placed a piece in her mouth and felt the pain ebb slowly. After she finished the last piece of chocolate, she straightened up and leaned her head on the compartment wall, closing her eyes.
Timidly, Lily asked, "What happened?"
Jaimie opened her eyes, and buried her face in her hands, her elbows on her upper thighs, seeing that she would not explain Sirius said, "Snape and Malfoy came, and-and put the Cruciatus Curse on Jaimie."
"WHAT?!" Remus asked, raising his voice and standing up quickly.
"Well, it wasn't intended for her, it was intended for Sirius," James said, forcing Remus back onto the seat.
"Why did you do that?" Sirius asked, leaning toward Jaimie.
She looked up and said, "Because."
"Because what? It would have been better in you let me take the full blast." Sirius said.
"I couldn't let you take it. After everything you've done for me, I couldn't let you get hurt. And I couldn't think of anything else, so I dived."
Sirius pulled her into a hug, and planted a kiss on her forhead, letting Jaimie lean on his chest.
"Why did he do it though?" Lily asked, her eyebrows furrowed, "Why would Snape use an Unforgivable Curse no someone?"
"Well, I suppose, the first question we have to ask is: How did he learn how to do an Unforgivable Curse." Remus said, placing his elbows on his knees, using his hands as supports for his chin.
"Well, he's always been interested in the Dark Arts. I wouldn't put it past him to learn how to work all of the Unforgivable Curses."
"Even Avada Kedavra?" Jaimie asked, her head still on Sirius' chest.
"Maybe he's joined you-know-who. Maybe he's a Death Eater." Peter piped up.
"It would make sense, since Death Eaters know how to use all of the Unforgivable Curses." Remus admitted.
Peter swelled with pride at having gotten something right.
"Wait, so if Snape is a Death Eater, do you think Damion is one, too?" Jaimie asked.
"I'd say its very likely." Sirius commented.
"Yeah, its a rumor his whole family is in league with Voldemort." James added, just as the witch with the cartful of the candy came by and offered them some.
Gladly, they all took a hefty handful and began to munch on their feast, their conversation now a little more interesting with the prospect of food. They spent the rest of the day talking about the death eaters, and arrived at platform nine and three-quarters late in the afternoon. They all carried their trunks down, and met their parents on platform nine and three-quarters. Since Sirius was not living with his parents any longer, he and James both went to James' parents. Lily met her parents a little away from all the others, Lily's formidable looking older sister sitting defiantly on a bench, watching with narrowed eyes at all the other students, who were dressed as muggles.
Jaimie and Remus, both dragging their trunks, spotted Aunt Charlene and Uncle Alan coming right for them. Indeed Uncle Alan looked even more woebegone than ever. He looked so palled, with his wisps of graying hair that had sprouted prematurely in his sandy-blond hair, and with bags under his eyes. However, he seemed to be cheerful when he greeted Remus and Jaimie.
"Jaimie, Remy! Been studying well?You're a giant!" He said, taking note of Remus' increased height.
"Great, Dad." Remus said a little apprehensively. Perhaps he didn't act this way very often.
"Hello, Jaimie sweetie, how are you? Remus, darling, you're looking pale! It isn't that time of the month yet, is it?" She whispered secretively to Remus.
"Mum! That makes it sound like I'm on the rag*!" Remus cried in indignation.
Jaimie stifled a giggle, Aunt Charlene, however, plowed on, "Sorry, dear, how else am I to put it? This is the best way I could say it without people finding out."
"Yeah, because people thinking that I'm hormonally challenged is way better." Remus commented when Aunt Charlene had turned away.
Just then, James and Sirius had come up to them, cheeriliy, and said, "You have to stay over the summer for a while. Sirius' looking over some flats for when he moves out next year."
"Hey, that would be great." Remus said, as Aunt Charlene moved away to talk to Mr. and Mrs. Potter who had just ambled after their son.
"Hey, Jaimie!" Jaimie turned around to see that Lily and her family were walking out of the invisible doorway to the King's Cross, "Owl me, okay?"
"Yeah I wil!" Jaimie replied.
"Hey James!" Lily called to James who looked back in amazement.
"Yeah, Evans?" He called.
"I'll see you over the summer, hopefully." She said, waving good-bye to the group and smiling at James as she was replaced by the seemingly solid wall.
James positively beamed.
A few moments later, the Potters with Sirius and the Lupins with Jaimie filtered inconspicuously through the barrier between the muggle world and the wizard world. Sirius and Jaimie moved away from the two families saying their farewell to each other, and gave their own good-byes to one another.
"I'll see you soon okay? I'll owl you, and we can all get together over the summer." Sirius said, smiling.
"I'd like that." Jaimie nodded, as Sirius held Jaimie's face in his hands.
"Jaimie, time to go darling!" Aunt Charlene called from a few feet away.
Jaimie closed her eyes in frustration and muttered, "I'll see you." to Sirius before following Aunt Charlene out into the well lighted parking lot of King's Cross. They entered the familiar old car that Uncle Alan had used, and immediately drove away, Jaimie and Remus prepared for another long and boring ride.
When the gates of the Lupin's house opened, and Uncle Alan had driven through, they were suprised to see Mimi come running down the long drive in their direction. Panicking, Uncle Alan stopped the car in its place, and gotten out, and started scolding Mimi. Their voices were muffled by the sound of the car's engine, and the sound of the radio, which Aunt Charlene had increased in volume, so as not to hear what Uncle Alan and Mimi had been saying.
It seemed Mimi was explaining something to Uncle Alan whose anger slowly ebbed away to a look of deathly seriousness, and concentration. When Mimi had finished, she disappeared with a pop, to the great surprise of Jaimie, and Uncle Alan opened the driver's door and said to Aunt Charlene, "There's been some trouble, I've got to go, urgent business, you know what I mean."
"Can I help, Alan?" Aunt Charlene asked.
"No, not this time, you'll need to be with these two," He jerked his thumb at Jaimie and Remus in the backseat, "Make sure that the fire is not on, and if there's any sign of movement that shouldn't be from outside, head straight for the woods."
Aunt Charlene nodded once, and Uncle Alan said, "Good, Remus, Jaimie, I won't be gone long. Be good, and listen to everything you're Aunt says. Remember: do first, ask questions later."
He retract his head backwards and stood up straight. He walked behind their solid brick wall, and looked around him to make sure no one was watching before he apparated on the spot. Seeing that he was really gone, and that the coast was clear, Aunt Charlene turned around to face the two teenagers and said, "Well, I suppose we should be getting inside the house now, shouldn't we?" She smiled serenely, though it looked like she was making an effort to.
She got out of the car, and went to the car's boot and took out both their trunks. Waving her wand once and muttering a spell, both trunks floated eerily out, Aunt Charlene conducting their movement, before she set them down on the concrete, and motioned for Jaimie and Remus to come out of the car. Mimi just then materialized out of nowhere, and hurriedly helped them by using her brand of magic to lift the trunks up off the ground, and speed away into the house. Jaimie and Remus walked up to Aunt Charlene, who looked at them a bit cheerily confused and said, "A bit in the way, this," She pointed to the car which was parked awkwardly so that it blocked entrance to the house. "I suppose we should move it, eh? Don't suppose you two could do magic, so I'll do it." She took out her wand once more and said, "Locomotor car!"
With a bit of difficulty, Aunt Charlene moved the heavy car a few feet to the right, to give a little moving room from the gate. Panting, slightly Aunt Charlene smiled and said, "Heavy little bugger." She let out a false little laugh, and walked ahead of the Jaimie and Remus who were both wondering what exactly was happening.
So once inside the house, Remus showed Jaimie the room she would be staying in. It seemed that Mimi had already taken their luggage up to their rooms, and had prepared the room that Jaimie would be staying in advance. It was a plain room that was painted a very pale yellow. There was a single bed in the middle of the room to the right of the door, and a bedside table next to it, a single alarm clock and a lamp on top. Her trunk lay at the end of the bed, empty, and she found that her clothes were readily folded inside a dresser in the corner, and that her school books were stacked neatly on a desk shelf, and her quills and parchments in drawers all along the face of the desk. Remus looked around and said, "Wow, last time I saw this room, Mum was fixing it up."
He sat down on a chair in a corner and relaxed, while Jaimie took off her jacket and collapsed on the bed. She stared at the unfamiliar ceiling. It lacked the magically glowing stars that her father had put up in her room as decoration. Her dresser missed the many photographs she took herself and her closet lacked the countless amounts of clothing she owned. It would take quite some time for her to get used to it. She propped herself on her side, and looked at Remus who was politely looking around the unfamiliar room. When he noticed that she was looking at him he said, "Something you want to say?"
Jumping up to a sitting position Jaimie said, "Yeah, what was that downstairs? When Mimi came out, Uncle Alan looked in a right state, and Aunt Charlene looked just about bursting with joy."
"I don't know. At the station, they were acting strangely. Mum was such a nervous wreck, she doesn't usually fawn over me like that and we always go to Hogsmeade for a spot of shopping before heading home, but it was strange because we went straight home. And Dad, boy was he off his rocker. He was acting so cheerful it was sickening."
"Yeah, is it me, or has Uncle Alan aged about twenty years?" Jaimie asked, furrowing her eyebrows.
"Yeah, I thought he was just being over worked, you know, since he works at the Ministry and all, but then he was never like that before."
"Strange. And why did he have to leave us there, and what was up with the precaution. He's not usually like that is he?"
"No like I said, he's acting way out of normal."
"You don't suppose that he's an Order member do you?" Jaimie asked, playing with the corner of her pillow.
"I don't suppose so. Dad has never struck me as the soldier sort." Remus said, thinking it over.
They spent much of the night talking about what Remus' father could possibly be doing, until they heard a crack that resembled a gun being shot, and knew that Uncle Alan had just apparated in the house. They hurried out of Jaimie's room and sprinted down the stairs, but stopped and hid, as they saw not only Uncle Alan and Aunt Charlene in the room but five other witches and wizards as well. They all looked very worn and beaten. Indeed, Uncle Alan wouldn't have been out of place at a heavy metal rock concert. His robes were torn, and his hair was askew, the wisp of white more pronounced than ever. He had a cut on his left cheek that had been dripping blood, but was hastily stopped. The others did not look much better. A witch in purple robes was holding a towel to her wounded knee, though the flow of blood was much too strong and the blood seeped through the other side of the towel. Another man, who was in robes of green velvet, was holding his arm which seemed bent slightly wrong. The others sported bruises and small cuts, and all of their robes were ripped. Aunt Charlene and Mimi were busy running among all of them, who were seated in the den, looking very down. Aunt Charlene each gave them a bottle of some liquid, and the man in the green velvet robes was laid down on a little cot by the door to the back yard. Aunt Charlene had conjured up a splint for his seemingly broken arm, and he mumbled a tired thanks. When she saw that all 'patients' were attended to, she went to her husband and conversed to him in a low voice.
Jaimie and Remus peered through the bars on their stair banisters, listening with bated breath to their whispered conversationg, but all to no avail. So, very carefully, they snuck downstairs and up against the wall to listen to their conversation better.
"It was no use, it was a trap, to find out some of the Order members. But its a good thing that Frank caught on or we definitely would have been found out." Uncle Alan said, sighing.
"So what happened to you guys?" Aunt Charlene asked.
"Well, I didn't say we got out of their unharmed did we? No, we managed to hide ourselves, it was pretty dark in that forest, and we managed to attack some of them, but we couldn't see any of them-they were all wearing masks."
"So where are Frank and the others? How many came with you?" Aunt Charlene asked, her voice slightly muffled. She must have come to one of the injured ones and healing them.
"Ten, we split up into two groups, Frank, Alice, Emmeline, Marlene, and I, and then Dedalus, Benjy, Sturgis, Caradoc and Elphias. We were heading in two seperate directions so we wouldn't attract alot of attention, but then, we heard the others yell, and we met up with them, and found the Death Eaters had found them and were closing in on them so we fought. No one got seriously hurt. Dumbledore had come by then. Voldemort and the Death Eaters fled. So then, Dumbledore took Frank and the first group to Headquarters, and the rest, well, here.
"But once we've rested we'll head back up to H.Q. Leave the kids, they're not supposed to come. Where are they anyway?"
Jaimie and Remus looked at each other in alarm, before rushing away from the the living room and up the staircase and straight into Remus' room, which was nearest. They both dived onto Remus' bed, panting, and both glad they got out of there in time.
Jaimie looked at Remus who was looking thinking deeply. They had just heard more than they should have. They were at the point of talking about it when Uncle Alan and Aunt Charlene appeared at the door. Uncle Alan looking much better in new clothes.
"Hey, Jaimie, did you see your room? Did you like it?"
Jaimie nodded, unable to speak.
"Good hey listen, we're going to be gone, but I don't know for how long. Do you think that you'll be alright? Mimi'll be here, so food won't be a problem."
"Yeah, we'll be fine. But where are you going?" Remus asked, trying to look as innocent as possible.
"Just out, we're going to meet a few friends, don't worry we won't be gone long. See you then." He stepped out of Remus' room, but Remus called him back in.
"Dad, Mum."
"Yes, Remus?"
"I love you both."
Aunt Charlene and Uncle Alan both looked at each other, and then at their sixteen year-old son.
"We love you, too, Remus." They walked in and gave him a hug, and then they hugged Jaimie before they walked out of the door, and closed it with a snap.

A/N: Oh yes, as you all know, Sixth year was the year that Sirius had tricked Snape into prodding the knot on the Whomping Willow, and had sent Snape to see Remus in werewolf form. I should have said something about it here, but remember, this is kind of about Jaimie, and it wouldn't make sense that she knows since the only people that did know were Remus, Sirius, James, Snape and I think Peter. So, if you were confused about that, I'm sorry, now you know. Thanks once again for your support.