Sorry for the wait, I've been wicked busy lately. I've had barely any time to work on this. I wasn't sure how I wanted this chapter to end, and I'm not sure I like the outcome, but anyway. Then fanfction was put into a read-only mode, so there goes updating for a while. I also have to fix the previous chapter… it's all mangles up :O

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Chapter 5 of Reporting for the Daily Prophet

I woke up to loud knocking on my front door. I stretched; my neck hurt so badly. Why was I sleeping on my recliner? I never do…

The events from last night came flooding back into my head.

I looked over to my couch and saw James in a peaceful slumber, snoring just a bit. I yawned and got up to open my door (The knocking hadn't stopped. How rude can people get?).

As soon as I opened my door I had to quickly sidestep a falling person. Who else but Sirius Black?

"Good morning, Lily," Remus said, gently walking around Sirius and into my living room (Which I guess is now is the center of my "Household.")

"Long time no see!" Sirius picked himself up. He followed Remus.

What scared me the most was not they had arrived on my doorstep, no I was expecting that. I was scared because they knew their way around my flat. It just scared the bajeezies out of me.

So I did the only rational thing I could think of. I followed them.

"We-I," Remus had elbowed Sirius hard, "was just about to know your door down. We thought you two were up to something fierce." He grinned.

I stared. If this was a movie, a bunch of crickets would be playing right now.

"Ok," Remus cleared his throat, trying to break the awkward silence Sirius had created.

"Should I wake him up?" I asked, nodding my head at the figure that had slept through all of this, lying on my couch.

"Nah, that's ok, we want to let him have his rest, right Remmy?"

Remus nodded slowly.

Another awkward silence passed.

This time, it was my turn to break it. "Are you guy's hungry?" That was apparently the right questions because as soon as I asked, Sirius' eyes lit up at the mention of food. Even Remus looked hopeful.

What have they been doing? Starving them?!

"Let's see what I can make for you two." I led them to my kitchen, and at once, Sirius started touching all my cooking appliances.

I turned on my stove and began to boil water for tea. I gave them both a cup.

"You can drink that while I cook. Do you two like scrambled eggs?"

I made pancakes, and bacon, and toast, muffins, oh and bowl of fruit. Plus the eggs.

Between the both of them, they managed to polish off almost everything.

As they began gobbling my food, I started to study them.

Sirius Black had opened up a joke shop in Diagon Alley. I had to do an article on it, way back when.

It was apparently doing well because he was wearing the finest dragon hid jacket available.

Remus, the more laid back of the two, looked to be doing ok. I didn't know what he was doing now, but he seemed to be getting along alright.

He still had those large bags under his eyes, but I suppose he'll be stuck with them for the rest of his life.

He had told me in 3rd year that he was a werewolf, and I didn't doubt it. I mean, for 7 years he was gone once a month and he always came back scratched up. If you put the facts together, it made perfect sense.

Of course, you'd never expect that Remus J. Lupin was a werewolf. He's probably the most level-headed of the three (James, Sirius and him).

At Hogwarts, there were 4 of them: Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, and Peter Pettigrew.

While we were at school, Peter was more of a tag along; "using" the other three, as a protection of some sort. If he didn't have those three, he'd have been chewed up and spit out instantly.

He wasn't here now with Black and Lupin, and if he was, I don't think I would let him into my kitchen. I wouldn't feed him; that much I know for sure.

I guess I don't know enough about him to judge Pettigrew, so I guess I shouldn't.

Anyway, those 4 were the resident pranksters. I was usually the butt end of the joke more often than not.

I'll never forgive that stupid person who stepped on James' big toe.

But I can't say that they weren't given they're fair share of pranks.

Nosiree, Mariah, Arabella, Sabra and I made sure of that.

I think it became a tradition for the people eating breakfast to see what each party had done to each other when we came into the Great Hall each morning.

I also think that with those boys coming in to our dormitory at night to create chaos and panic, I am the world's lighted sleeper.

Any unwelcome noise will wake me up with a start.

During all my reminiscing, Sirius and Remus had finished stuffing their mouths.

Sirius waved his hand in front my face, "Yoo hoo! Lily! Anyone home?"

I smiled at him.

At that moment, James came staggering in, "I smelled food."

"Jamesie ole pal!" Sirius grabbed him by the shoulders and set him down on one of my kitchen counter chairs, "So nice of you to join us."

"Huh? Oh, hi Lily… LILY?" He jerked his head around, first looking at Remus, then Sirius, then me… Then at Remus, Sirius, and me again. And back to Remus… yeah.

"You're at my flat," I explained, "You fell asleep during the Wizard of Oz."

Realization dawned on his face, "oh."

"Yeah. Maybe you can tell me why Remus and Sirius both appeared on my doorstep? I was quite shocked to find two hungry guys come knockin' on my door."

James turned his attention from me to the two other people sitting in the room.

"They're both fed. Really! What do you three eat at your place? Or do you ever at all?"

James laughed. I think he just really woke up.

"I suppose they came to collect you, but why don't you eat breakfast first?"

Pretty soon, James was sitting down to what was left of the previous breakfast… Which happened to be close to nothing. So I made him a bowl of oatmeal.

And just ask quickly as Remus and Sirius, he gobbled it all up. It made me wonder if his mother knew how he was eating.

He finished eating and the three of them left, with James asking me if I would like to go somewhere else with him sometime soon.

I was left alone, pondering what I should do, when I realized that I only had 5 minutes to get to work. It was, after all, a Wednesday. I quickly changed into fresh clothes and grabbed an apple to eat when I arrived at work.

I apparated to the Prophet building and raced through security; just barely making it on the elevator in time before I would be considered "late." In all my career as a journalist; reporting for the Daily Prophet, I have never been late. I pride myself on being very punctual. Like I said earlier, my mom was a sucker for being early to things.

As the elevator starts to head up, I reminisce about my childhood. I was lucky to have such loving parents, and even though Petunia was horrible to me after we found out I was a witch, I didn't care. As long as my parents were proud of me, well, why should I care what my sister thinks? That was my philosophy anyway, even if it sounds a little crazy.

The elevator dings and I head out, making the journey across the perilous floor of the Editorials and Complaints where owls come zooming through and you're always ducking so not to be attacked by a fur ball with a sharp beak and claws. Pass the Arts & Entertainment section do I go until finally reaching (unharmed) to the small but prospering Sports department.

I walk over to my desk where Jarrod Finnigan, the guy with whom I work with on the telecast version of the Daily Prophet Sports section, is waiting for me. Crapola. I slept in (Then I had the whole breakfast ordeal) and I have just a few minutes before the 7.30 news in the morning. Sports isn't on until 7.45, but still, there's make-up and oh fudge I forgot my notes.

Every weekday, we three telecasts: morning at 7.30, 8, 8.30 and 10 Am. Then at 1 PM do we go again, stating the same things as earlier. Then we have the 5, 5.30, 6, and 6.30 casts to do. After that, we give the floor up to the World News section. Because they're so big, they get to go until 7.30.

Weekends, I have Sports Desk where we go over every major game happening that weekend. Sundays I have the Magpie Nest.

Now that I've stated it, kinda seems as if I don't have any free time to myself. I have little breaks in between each newscast, but that's about 15 minutes. Man, that's one crazy schedule.

But maybe that's why I like it here at the Prophet. Because it's always chaos and hectic. Because I'm always busy. I detest not having anything to do; that's what made this career path so beautiful to me.

Journalism? Beautiful? Hah! Man, with all the Voldemort deaths going about, things are everything but pretty. I'd have to be sick if I thought it was beautiful.

What gets me the most is the people who did get killed, hadn't done anything to Voldemort. And I bet most people didn't know that Lord Voldemort was a half blood. Betcha none of his Death Eaters do. Isn't that a cahoot?

No. But you gotta be optimistic.

So I walk over to Jarrod, he's practically seething. The worry lines on his face were very apparent.

I was just a little late, I've been later before and he's never said anything. Sheesh, he's not my boss, Sheryl is.

"They canceled out show for today," He said.

"WHAT?!" Cancel the sports? You can't do that, people watch the news because of the sports! "WHY?"

"There's been a major attack. Down by the minister's house, it was horrible. They're doing special reports all day. You can go home, that's what I'm gonna do," He said in his thick Irish accent.

I know how hard it was for Jarrod. Everyday he comes from his house in Wicklow, Ireland and I tell you, that's no small feat. Apparating between countries is very difficult, especially so early in the morning when you're not quite awake. To be told that you can't do your job after all that hard work you put into it, it's, well it leaves you speechless, agog, and just plain flustered.

I nod. "Tell Elena that I said hello," Elena was in Ravenclaw, a year under me so I used to tutor her in Charms. She was probably the sweetest person I've ever met.

"I will. Have a nice day (If it could be considered nice)," He walked away, probably trying to get as close to Ireland as he could before apparating there (The closer you were to where you were trying to go, the easier it became).

I was still holding the apple I had picked from my fruit basket earlier, so as I headed out the building, I shot it into the trash. It had gotten all squishy (Which was amazing because I could have sworn they were the freshest bunch out of the grocers) and nasty.

I decided to walk back to my flat instead of apparating. As I said earlier on, I hated that nasal feeling that floats down into my stomach, making me feel like I've just swallowed a powdered poison (Even though I have never had poison, and I don't expect to).

I took my key out of handbag and unlocked my door. I saw my owl Artemis sitting on my perch and decided to send a letter to my three best buds ever: Mariah, Sabra, and Arabella. In my letter I asked them if they wanted to spend the day in Diagon Alley, just hanging out.

About two hours later, the three of them popped into my living room (Which still was kind of messy from the morning). We walked arm in arm around Diagon Alley, stopping at little tinker shops with useless nothing items. Those were the ones I loved the most. Around my room, I had shelves and shelves just filled with little ornaments and souvenirs from my travels, when I had to "report for the Daily Prophet."

Way back when I was working on Front Page. Hehe, back in the good ole days.

At Florean Fortescue's we sat out in the patio area at a small white table, eating ice cream sundaes. "What do you think of all those attacks?" Mariah asked.

"I dunno, I'm getting really worried about my dad. He's always stood tall for what he believed in, and I think he's on Voldemort's hit list. Y'know? But I don't want to stop him for standing up for what's right… Does that make sense?" Earlier in Hogwarts, Arabella didn't need to worry about her family; she was "pure."

At least she didn't have to worry about her life. Sabra and I were both muggle-born and always, since the uprising of Voldemort have we been worried for our safety. It's what has made me so bent on reporting the truth about what was happening. But that didn't last, did it? Nope, I was sent to the sports section.

We paid for our sundaes and spent the rest of the day shopping around, trying to get as much happiness from the day as we could.

Because really, the world isn't always pretty, and right now, it's just plain harsh, so be happy while you can, right?

And you never know how long it is gonna last… the peacefulness, that is.

I know that an attack happened real early in the morning; a big enough attack to start an all day special report on it. But still, the people I love (Like my buds) weren't hurt, so you just have to be happy while you can be.