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James and Sirius headed to breakfast the next day, excited about the upcoming school year. Remus was currently up in the dormitory, taking a shower and Peter was who knows where.

"How much do you want to bet that we have Crudele the first day back?" Sirius asked. Professor Crudele was the Potions teacher, and he absolutely loathed the Gryffindor students and coddled the Slytherins.

James shrugged. "I would place that bet, Sirius, but unfortunately for you, I agree," he replied.

Sirius sighed. "Then it's sure to happen," he groaned.

They reached the doors to the Great Hall then. They made their way to the Gryffindor table when James stopped dead in his tracks.

"What is it, James? See a hot girl?" teased his best friend

"R...Robin!" James yelled, surprising Sirius slightly. He turned to see what James was looking at when his jaw hit the floor.

Sitting at the Gryffindor table was one of the most beautiful girls Sirius had ever seen. She had long, silky black hair that fell to the middle of her back. Her inquisitive blue eyes were currently occupied by a book that was propped against the milk jug. She looked up at James' cry and smiled, her whole face suddenly becoming radiant. She stood up and ran up to James, throwing her arms around his neck and earning herself numerous glares from the surrounding admirers.

"James!" she cried as he hugged her back.

"Robin, what are you doing here?" he asked, pulling away.

Robin's eyes were twinkling happily. "I transferred here from Beauxbatons," she replied. "Mum and Dad finally agreed!"

James laughed. "I can't believe it. You're here!"

Robin grinned. "Get used to it. You're stuck with me," she shot back.

Sirius suddenly coughed, not wanting to be left out of the conversation.

"Oh, sorry old chap," James apologized. "Robin, this is my best mate, Sirius."

Sirius grinned and gently moved in front of James and extended his hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Robin," he said, taking her hand and kissing it.

James rolled his eyes. "Don't get any ideas, Siri. She's my cousin."

Sirius shrugged. "So?"

James sighed. "Let me put it this way. How would you feel if I went out with Belatrix?"

Sirius looked as if he wanted to throw up. "That's different!" he cried indignantly.

James raised an eyebrow. "How so?" he asked.

"She's just pure evil!"

James shrugged. "The rules still stand. You can't date my cousin."

Robin frowned. "What if I want to date him?" she asked.

"You don't."

"You don't know that."

James sighed. "Robin, you don't want to date Sirius. You want to date Remus. You told me that."

Robin blushed. "Thanks for telling everyone, James," she snapped angrily.

"It's only Sirius!"

"Well what if I want to date Sirius?" That brought back the former argument, something James had been hoping to avoid.

Sirius, meanwhile, was trying his hardest to stifle his laughter, and he was trying valiantly, though failing in the long run. He couldn't contain himself and just burst out laughing. James shot him a reproving look and turned back to Robin, who was smiling slightly, as if to tell him that he wasn't getting out of it.

Suddenly, Lily and Jordan walked through the doors of the Great Hall, talking about whatever they normally talked about.

James bet all his Galleons that Lily was talking about how annoying he was.

Sirius wished that they were talking about how hot he was.

But it wasn't the case at all.

"David sent me a letter telling me that he's going to teach me some of the magic that he's learned as an Auror!" Jordan cried excitedly.

James froze. "But Jordan, that's really advanced magic," he protested.

Lily shot him a look, thinking that he had been eavesdropping.

Jordan merely shrugged, not caring that James had overheard them talking. "My brother's a good teacher. It'll work," she replied.

James shook his head.

Robin stepped forward. "You must be Lily Evans and Jordan Hearst," she commented.

Lily gave her a curious look. "Yes," she replied slowly. "How do you know?"

Robin smiled mischievously. "James has told me all about both of you."

James looked as if he wanted to die then, and he seemed to dearly want to kill his cousin. Everything he'd done to annoy Evans was down the drain!

Lily smiled slyly, as if she had just learned some very valuable information. And in a way, she did.

Jordan frowned. "Like what?" she asked.

"NO!" James cried, jumping forward and clamping his hand over Robin's mouth.

Suddenly, Professor McGonagall appeared carrying the time charts. "Mr. Potter, stop trying to suffocate Mrs. Potter," she demanded reprovingly.

James reluctantly pulled away. He now kept Robin in his sights at all times, in case she were to spill any of his secrets that he had stupidly told her.

But his cousin was trustworthy, and told nothing. In ten minutes, she became good friends with Lily and Jordan.

Professor McGonagall walked down the side of the table, passing out time charts.

Sirius took one glance at his and breathed a sigh of relief. "We don't have Crudele," he announced.

Remus suddenly ran into the Great Hall, out of breath.

"Rem, where have you been?" James demanded.

Remus frowned. "I would have been here a lot sooner if you hadn't jinxed my trunk to bite my hand!" he cried, holding up his injured limb.

Sirius held up his hands in defense. "This time, it wasn't me!" he cried.

Remus frowned.

James grinned. "Sorry, mate. Couldn't help it," he apologized.

Remus sighed and sat down at the table. "Who do we have first?" he asked wearily, picking up a time chart.

"Flitwick in Charms, Lillian's favorite class," James replied.

Sirius turned to Remus. "Have you noticed that he finds a way to associate everything with Lily?" he asked.

James' face reddened. "I do not!" he cried.

Sirius and Remus rolled their eyes. "If you say so," they replied.

Peter suddenly waddled up to them and slid into a seat beside Remus. "Sorry I'm late," he apologized.

"Peter, what kept you?" demanded Sirius. "Did James jinx your trunk, too?"

Peter didn't seem to be enjoying the attention that he was getting. "No, I was just having difficulties getting around Malfoy and his gang," he replied, looking down at his plate.

James frowned. "Malfoy's just a worthless scumbag, Pete. Hex him and run," he advised.

Peter nodded and hurriedly ate a piece of toast before the group headed off to charms.

The hallways were exactly the same from last year, the old feeling of familiarity welcoming everyone with open arms. Lily smiled. This was her home. This was where she felt she belonged.

James sat down beside Sirius right behind Lily and Robin while Jordan sat behind Sirius to keep him in check. Remus and Peter sat together, thinking it better to stay out of the potential danger zone.

Lily was in her element in charms. She had read through the first six chapters of the book and memorized anything potentially useful, as well as every incantation for every spell. Some would think she was an overachiever, but Lily just enjoyed the wizarding world and learning. There was nothing wrong with that.

Professor Flitwick appeared through a small door and made his way to the stack of books that was his podium. He began the lecture on what would be expected during the year and then dug right into chapter one. The homework for the class was to read all of chapter one and write a paper on it.

Next was, much as James and Sirius hated to admit it, divination. Lily, Peter, and Remus were all lucky, as they hadn't chosen the class. Peter had opted for a class that Remus could actually help him in, while Lily had thought that the class was pure rubbish.

Robin, though, was actually quite good in the class, and gladly accompanied James, Sirius, and Jordan to the North Tower.

"I hope the class is as interesting here as it was at Beauxbatons," Robin commented.

James and Sirius exchanged looks before climbing up the silvery ladder, closely followed by Jordan and Robin.

The class was just the same as before: stuffy. The sticky-sweet incense that perfumed the room was thick and nearly choked the students. The drapes were drawn as usual, as their teacher thought that the light hid things that could be revealed to the Inner Eye.

Robin raised an eyebrow. "This is your divination classroom?" she asked.

James nodded, thinking it better not to comment.

Robin smiled. "Better than Beauxbatons," she said before walking over to a table in the front.

Jordan groaned, having already promised to sit with Robin. She hated the class, but thought better to wing it and sit in the back at all times. That way, she still aced the class and got as little attention as possible. James and Sirius did and thought the same.

"Erm, Robin? Why don't you sit in the back with us?" Sirius suggested.

Robin gave him a quizzical look. "Why don't you sit in front?" she asked, slightly confused.

Sirius shifted uncomfortably under her gaze.

Luckily, James took up the slack. "All the students who need help sit in front," he lied. He didn't want to tell his cousin that their teacher was a loon; she would find out herself.

Robin shrugged and moved to the back to sit with them. The rest of the students came and all chose seats nearer the back. When almost everyone had gathered, their teacher arrived.

She appeared from behind a turquoise beaded curtain, her neck plagued by millions of necklaces, all for good lucky or to ward off evil spirits. Her curly blonde hair was frizzy and shooting off in all directions; her eyes were large, her pupils almost lost in the sea of crystal (and creepy) blue. Sirius, personally, thought she was on some kind of Muggle drug he had heard about. Marijuana, was it? Or was it alcohol? Maybe it wasn't a Muggle drug after all...

Their teacher snapped him out of his trance with a loud gasp. "I sense many evil spirits in this room!" she cried. Her hands flew about wildly, trying to pinpoint the origin of all her stress. Finally, her finger came to rest on Robin.

The new student was stunned. Why in bloody hell would she be giving of evil spirits? Maybe this was some way that the teacher welcomed new students. Maybe not. But all Robin knew was that she wanted to leave.

"You!" screeched her teacher. "LEAVE US BE! GO BACK TO HELL WHERE YOU CAME FROM!"

Sirius' eyes were bulging. Finally, a reason to give her the boot! He had proof! He could give this to Dumbledore, who would sack her for sure! Wait, he needed to write this down.

James glanced over at his friend, who was currently writing as quickly as he could. It turned out to be the accusation that his cousin was from hell. Interesting. Good idea. Bloody good. Sirius...he would have to congratulate him for it. Finally, they could have a normal Divination teacher!

Robin shook her head. "You're mistaken," she replied. "I'm not from hell. I came from Beauxbatons. My parents allowed me to transfer."

But did the professor listen? No.

"LEAVE ME BE! I SHALL NOT GO TO THE UNDERWORLD NOW! LEAVE ME BE!" screamed the teacher. "I have foreseen your coming, and done everything in my power to prevent it. But you, child of the Devil, are as persistent as ever! Do not haunt these innocents! Leave us be!"

Robin stayed firmly in her seat, her blue eyes now hard. "Ma'am," she began.

"No!" cried the teacher.

Suddenly, Dumbledore walked through the trap door, his eyes sharp.

"Trisha, what are you doing?" he asked.

The professor's hands were flailing about as she pressed a hand to her chest. "We have...a descendant of the Devil in our midst," she in a raspy voice.

Dumbledore shook his head, knowing that the Devil didn't have descendants, as it was impossible. "Come here, Trisha. Climb down the steps and I shall deal with it," he replied, as if trying to calm a little child. Slowly, Trisha walked over to him and down the ladder, her eyes never leaving Robin.

Dumbledore, meanwhile, shook his head. "I'm sorry, students. Your instructor was classified as "mentally unhealthy" at the end of last term. We sent her a letter instructing her not to come back, but it seems that it failed to work," he explained.

"Mentally unhealthy?" Sirius asked.

"Loony," James clarified.

"Oh..." came the reply from his comrade.

Dumbledore sighed. "Because of recent events," he said, coughing slightly, "You are excused from Divination for today." The headmaster left, leaving the trapdoor open.

Everyone looked up at Robin, trying to gauge her reaction.

The girl merely shook her head.

"What a nut."

That night, James, Sirius, Remus, and Peter were all sitting in their dormitory, planning their first prank on the Slytherins.

"I think we should do something where they end up dancing," Peter commented.

"Too wimpy," James and Sirius replied in unison.

"What if they ended up dressed as women?" Remus suggested.

"Did it already, remember?" Sirius asked.

Remus nodded, slightly put out.

"I wonder what the girls are talking about," James commented randomly.

Sirius gave him a look of disbelief. "James, do you only think about Lily?" he asked. "Because if you do, I'm disowning you as my best friend."

James' face reddened again. "I was talking about the girls, not Lily!" he cried defensively.

"Lily is a girl!" Sirius yelled. "Get your mind off of her!"

"Have you noticed that you two are fighting about Lily?" Remus asked.

Sirius' face became cherry red, and James couldn't help but want to murder Remus then. Although, he would settle for throwing a pillow at him.

Which is exactly what he and Sirius did.

"What, I was only making an observation!" Remus cried indignantly.

James and Sirius didn't bother to listen. They only continued to beat Remus with their pillows.

Meanwhile, the girls were having a very interesting conversation in their dormitory...

"Lily likes James," Robin chirped.

Lily's face flushed angrily. "I do not!" she cried defensively.

Jordan rolled her eyes. "Sure you don't," she replied sarcastically. "You only rat about him every day."

"That's because he's an annoying, conceited, arrogant jerk!" Lily cried.

"Conceited and arrogant are the same thing," Jordan pointed out.

"I have the right to be repetitive!" Lily declared, annoyed at how the conversation had taken a turn for the worse.

Robin sighed. "Lily, I haven't known you long, but even I can tell that you like him, so just admit it," she urged.

"But I don't," Lily insisted.

Jordan and Robin sighed in defeat.

"Whatever you say, Lil," Jordan murmured, turning over in her bed to go to sleep.

"'Night, Lily," Robin said.

Lily sighed in frustration and fell back into her bed, waving her wand to turn off all the lights. She was asleep instantly.

Slowly, someone stepped out from the bathroom. Her gray eyes boring into Lily's face. She couldn't like James. No. She wouldn't allow it. James was hers, not Lily's.

Well, let me say, that the only reason this chapter is up is because my good friend o scorched eggy bugged me to, so you all have her to thank. I was hoping for more reviews, but you get what you get, and I'm happy.

Can I have some constructive criticism? Please?

Reviews:

sirius-black-85007: I will!

O scorched eggy: Ok, Jordan is cool, and is NOT ME! I put in a blonde for other reasons...? Oh, and Robin's like you. NOTICE HOW SHE WAS MISCHIEVOUS? Yeah, that was you...you have so many secrets, and you're part of the mafia! HELLO?? YOU CAN BLACKMAIL EASY! O crap. Don't listen to my ideas...I'll shut up now before I get in more trouble.

There ya go!

R&R! PLEASE!

---Jojo---