Hi!

Sorry I've taken so long, but my connection was down and I was going damn near sane!(I'm already insane!)

Any way to make up for it I'm putting up two at once.

ThanX 4 all ur reviews, U guys made me SO happy, I was jumping up and down, and screaming...

Um, in a side note as requested:

I was woried that that might confuse some, but Shadow and Anna are the same person, her friends call her Shadow and her family call her Anna, as is explained in chapter five. At the moment I'm using word, simply cause it uploads onto here,(I prefer lotus) but I tend to do most of my editing on here seeing as it gets lost on the way. I'm also new with this thing so it could be that. Um, but I'm not quite sure what you mean by seperati- oh, now I see, will fix ASAP! Please tell me if I understood corectly.

Daft, it is not the best story eva, I might be absolutely adamant that it sux, but grudgingly I will agree that it's decent, but the best story eva is still LotR!(HP comes very close second... but I'm obsessed.Literally)

Marauders, Mayhem and Me

Then the time came that I would finally meet the infamous Marauders. The gang were in the library, studying, supposedly. I was simply researching with the necessary books close at hand. It was the evening of the first day and news of a foreign student had spread like, well, wildfire.

Four fifteen-year old boys sat in the library. One wore glasses, and had scruffy black hair and another, also black haired, was very thin and sat there laughing. These were the handsomer of the four, the other two were, a studious and quiet looking brown haired teenager and a smaller, mousy boy. They were bored, but telling jokes, and stories about their holidays.

"Hey, James, look it's that new girl." Said the thin black haired boy.

"What that one everyone likes?" The other darkish haired boy said.

"Yeah, that one."

"Where?" "Over there by the transfiguration section."

They all looked to where the black haired boy had referred.

"Wow." The quiet boy exclaimed.

"She sure could give a veela a run for her money." James, the one with glasses said.

"They did say she was from France." The mousy one put in.

"Really?" brown haired boy raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah, they did." James said distractedly.

"What do think, should I go and speak to her?" The black haired boy asked.

"Yeah, why not?" James exclaimed.

"Your funeral" The studious boy muttered.

"Well, if it is, it's worth it." Said the black haired boy.

"He's not." The mousy one said disbelievingly.

"Yes, I think he is." Replied the quiet one.

"My word, he is." Said the scruffy one.

The other Marauders watched in disbelief as the black haired boy approached the new Gryffindor.

"Hi, my name's Sirius, Sirius-"

"Black. I know. You're one of the 'Marauders'"

"Well, glad to know I've gained at least some fame. I don't recall what you said your name was." Sirius raised one eyebrow.

"I didn't." I replied simply.

"Will you not then inform me of it?"

"Perhaps."

Sirius waited for a few minutes.

"Any time soon?" He asked hopefully.

"Maybe. It all depends on your perception after all."

"If you would be so kind as to explain?"

"If you perceive it as being soon, then it will be."

"Ah, interesting, so if I were to tell you that I perceive it as being soon, what then?"

"You would still have to wait for me to tell you."

"What if I'm not patient?"

"Bad-luck."

"Are you any nearer to telling me?"

"Not if you keep asking."

"If I were to ask you something else?"

"No, but perhaps if you were to shut up and assist me with my work."

"I will kindly oblige."

"Did I say you would have to shut up?"

"I believe you did."

"Soon would be a good time."

"So how can I help you?"

"Did he just sit down next to her?" James asked, shocked.

"Yes, I think he did." Remus grinned.

"Whoa." Said Peter.

"What exactly are you doing?"

"I'm researching, what does it look like?"

"That's a rather personal question isn't it?" Sirius replied with a grin.

I glared at him quietly.

"I can't help it."

"I'm sure you can't. What are your friends doing?"

"Probably gaping that you're actually speaking to me." He said frankly.

Tell them to stop gaping and do something useful. Like helping me." Sirius grinned.

Then he got up and fetched the rest of the Marauders over.

"James, Remus, Peter this is- sorry, you still haven't told me." He turned and threw a questioning glance at me.

"And I am likely not to. Take a seat, gents. You are all fifth years, I presume."

"Yeah, and you?" James inquired.

"Same. Your desired professions?"

"Aurors." They all chorused. I grinned.

"I'll enjoy seeing you in all my classes."

"Really?" Said Sirius.

I nodded. "Enough talk, are you going to help me or not?"

The Marauders and I soon became friends over the course of our studies. I became almost an 'honorary Marauder member' as Sirius once said; if it weren't for my late arrival I would have been a Marauder. My brother too, had made it safely to Hogwarts. During the first term there was not much to note. Except that the war outside our school ground's 'walls' had intensified. The power of Voldemort had reached a peak, and he was killing people, wizard and muggle, left right and centre.

One day.

"Why can't he just die?" Sirius said one morning at breakfast.

"Who?" Said James looking up from his porridge.

"You-know..." He said.

The Marauders didn't mind referring to Voldemort by name, but not in public.I was sitting with the marauders that morning. I had made a compromise between two groups, I would sit with the Marauders at Breakfast and Dinner, and with my dorm mates at Lunch. During the conversation Sirius and James got into an argument about what should be done about Voldemort and his Death Eaters.

"Remus! What do you think?" Sirius asked, trying to win the debate.

"Leave me out of this." Remus replied and turned back to his book.

"Peter? You have to agree." Sirius turned to him.

Peter's eyes looked from one to the other. "I - I don't know." He stammered.

"Shad?"

I had been trying to keep my nose down and ignore their argument, but finally could not. "I think you should stop arguing about what to do with other people's lives."My voice was quiet, but my tone was severe. My eyes, normally a deep shade of purple flashed red. I rose from my seat and stormed out the castle.

"What the?" I heard Sirius exclaim just before I left.

"Shad? Shad? Shadow! Hang on a second." Sirius rushed after me panting.

"Don't follow me, Sirius!"

"Can I just speak to you? Can't I even apologise?"He looked pitifully. "Even though I don't know what for but anyway."

"Just leave me alone!"

"Can you at least tell me why you were offended?"

I stopped and sat down on a small tuft of grass. Sirius stopped and sat beside me.

"My dad's on the other side. I don't even know if I'll ever see him again." I said softly.

"I- I'm sorry, I didn't know." Sirius looked at me gently.

"Were you close?" He asked.

"Yeah, we were, once."

"I've never been close to my family. Maybe that's why I sometimes say things I shouldn't."

"What's wrong with your family anyhow?"

"They're all dark wizards; my mother is a big supporter of Voldemort."

"And you're not, right?"

"Yeah."

Written by ArbDreamer Most of these characters and stuff belong to JK Rowling, though I'm sure I would have been nicer to them if they were mine. Well, maybe...