This chapter skips ahead to fourth year. Just so you know. And sorry I've been neglecting this story so much, but I'm inspired now, so I'll write a few chapters so I'll be ready for my muses to take another impromptu vacation.

Editing this later...my muses have left...again...but I have a few chapters done. This chapter gets a bit odd, but bear with me. And keep in mind that personalities do change a bit, as do speech patterns. Lise's speaking will be a bit more normal from now on, just so you know.

I'll also take the time to tell you that from here on, the story will get much more complicated. Just try to understand it, and I'll do my best to make it clear.

The day was passing slower than usual. If any of the boys noticed slight tension in the air between the two girls, they chose not to comment on it. After all, for all they knew, Lily might have just been in a bad mood. And you did not want to bother Lily Evans when she was in a bad mood.

Five minutes into the time they were doing homework, Sirius clapped his book shut and flipped over onto his back on the floor, fake-moaning. "It's sooooooo boring in heeeeeeere!" he said, flipping a hand dramatically over his forehead. Remus rolled his eyes and continued reading, while James emulated Sirius.

"Hey." James said, a glint in his eyes.

"Hey." Sirius said back, with that same glint.

"Y'know what we should do?" James prompted.

"Of course. You're thinking we should go to the --"

"Kitchen!" James finished for him. The two boys laughed and high-fived, gleeful at their own creativity and intelligence. They had just found out the secret of the painting the Sunday before, and now were visiting it at least once a day, gorging on junk food. They had found that the elves could whip up just about anything they wanted, and would do it quickly and without question. The kitchen was heaven, as far as Sirius and James were concerned.

Cricket Cricket Cricket

"So...does anyone else want to come?" Sirius asked.

Cricket Cricket

Remus put down his book and rubbed his eye. "I guess I could take a break for now," he said.

Peter, not wanting to be the only Marauder left behind squeaked "I'll come!"

Lise was silent. James gave her a pleading look. Seeing that this didn't work, he stared as hard as humanly possible at her.

His technique worked. Within a minute, Lise dropped her book on the floor and glared. "Fine."

"Oo-hoo, touchy, touchy!" Sirius commented, and Remus quirked an eyebrow in agreement. "What is it that time o' the month or something?"

She stood abruptly and, passing by Sirius, kneed him hard in his groin. Sirius doubled over and fell of the floor. "God! What the hell was that for, woman!"

Luckily, none saw the yellowish glow in her eyes. Lily, sitting in the shadow in another chair knew what had happened, however. It was the day.

Sirius hadn't been to off about time of the month, although this was a different time than he knew. Tonight was the new moon.

Over the years Lily had learned a lot about Lise. More specifically, about what Lise was. Vampirë. Lily now had more knowledge about their culture than about any normal witch, wizard, or muggle. Or any other species, for that matter.

The Vampirë were a unique culture, run the same as old-fashioned colonies. The children were raised to work hard at everything they did and to obey their elders without question. In addition, culture was the backbone of the community. The Vampirë were trained in the art of self-control. This may not have seemed like much of an art to outsiders, but when your life is spent craving blood, it was most important to learn. They used mostly outdated methods of life, living as those of the fifteenth through seventeenth centuries had done. Many of them had been alive that long, if not longer. Approximately one-fifteenth of the population was virtually immortal.

Lily had learned all this through conversations with Lise. She was even learning the language of the Vampirë. In return, she had taught Lise something about muggle culture. How to work many electric things, how the people lived in the complicated society of the human race. It was all quite puzzling to Lise at first, as were the Vampirë to Lily, but eventually the two grew to understand each other's lives. They shared a bond only the best of friends could have.

A loud thump jerked Lily out of her thoughts. Sirius had dumped his large textbook to the floor. He moaned for what wasn't the first, and surely not the last, time of the night. "Man," he said. "I want to go downstairs to the kitchen, but I'm scared to now that that girl's down there!"

"Aw, is wil' Siwius afwaid of da big, bad witch?" James taunted.

"No way!" Sirius retorted, snorting. "I'll go down there! But I have an idea. It's getting dark, so how about we grab the cloak and head down to the grounds?"

"Sounds fine to me. I could always use some more inspiration for what else to do around here. After all, we have to play some pranks, or else we lose respect. We wouldn't want that happening, right?" James said.

"Exactly, my good man!" Sirius replied. "You come too, Moony. We could use your company. You might have to stay here, Pete. The cloaks getting a bit crowded, if you know what I mean." Peter nodded, and stuck his face back behind his book.

"So then, off we go!" Sirius exclaimed in a mock-valiant voice, pointing to nowhere in particular.

The grounds were incredibly dark. With no moon to be seen, there was only the light from the stars to guide the threesome. They kept bumping into each other and stepping on each other's feet. Sirius got to try a lot of special newly learned expletives during this trip.

"Soo, does anyone else think we should turn in?" he asked.

James laughed. "What, Padfoot, scared of the dark?"

"No way!" Sirius said, and elbowed James hard in the rib, causing a sound of pain from his companion and his own foot to be stepped on a bit too hard for it to be an accident.

A branch cracked. Sirius jumped a foot in the air and screeched.

"Gah! What was that!" he said in a high-pitched voice.

"One of us probably just stepped on a branch." Remus offered his explanation calmly. Suddenly, there was a glow in the darkness. The three turned around to be met with a pair of fire-coloured eyes. All three took a step back -- or two. Then a voice came from the being with the fire eyes.

"Why, hello, boys."

James took a step forward, showing (or trying to, he was shaking visibly) Sirius that at least he wasn't afraid. "Who are you?" he said, voice trembling.

She stepped out of a shadow of a tree, coming into view, if only slightly. "I am Edante. But that is of no consequence, for you all shall die now."

Muahaha. Cliffie. But I'm not worried, since I'm writing a new chapter as soon as I finish this. But I won't post it until I get sufficient reviews. And since I won't define sufficient, I suppose you'll just have to review to help reach the quota, right? Get to it, please!

Later edit again.

Later chapter written. Review or it'll just take it's time being proofread again and put up...