AN: This is a sort of sequal to a fic written by another person, handle Oy Angelina. The fic is Pensieve. The story has to do with a tale of Sirius dating a Slytherin, Remus and Arabella Figg, James and Lily, Peter being Peter to a fault, and being somewhat distrusting of Winifred Wilkes, Severus Snape talking to Lily Evans, Mary Tudor and Aaron Lestrange trying to sleep with James and Lily for some twisted revenge, and how Peter... actually, you'll just have to read the story.

But I digress. This story takes place the year after all of this, with James and Lily in love starting off their seventh year at Hogwarts. The reason it's a sequal of sorts is because A) I love the characters from the fictions and B) I'm somewhat of a loser when it comes to OC's. I can't really characterize well, all of my characters seem really perfect, which I try (miserably) to correct when it is far, far, far too late.

So all the names that aren't canon belong to Oy Angelina, several locations in the Castle also belong (are products of her imagination) to Oy Angelina, but just about everything else (except plot and one main character) belongs to J.K. Rowling. Think of this as a fanfiction fanfic. Yeah, wrap your brains around that. The only thing I can promise about this fic is that there are spoilers for Pensieve, so go read that first (I expect I'll see you in about a month.) Pensieve does not appear to be finished, much to Oy Angelina's fan's dismay, and I doubt that it ever will be, but there is a rumor that she is going to become a real (origional stories) writer, and I think she'd be (to borrow a line from Sirius Black) bloody brilliant at going about it.

For those of you who have read Pensieve already, enjoy this. Fortunatly, the character I got to make is a mentor character, so he gets to be perfect. Also, a few parts of Pensieve are updated, like Sirius Black's family, and perhaps a couple more things that are annoying to people who forget that Oy Angelina's masterpiece was written prior to OotP. I'll be updating things to HBP level, not that it should change much.

Chapter 1: On the Train

Many of the sixth years glanced out of their compartment doors as the tall blond walked down the aisle to a compartment occupied only by one smallish teenager. The girl was, amazingly beautiful to put it into understatement, and very fun to boot. Her only problem was the twenty-odd cats she had in tow. Or rather, the long, thin, greying boy behind her had in tow.

The boy looked 17, and felt 50. He gave off an air of wisdom, and maturity that many fully grown (and recently dead) wizards failed to even posses. The boy carried not only his own trunk, and two-dozen cats, but he was currently using a levitation charm to hold up the multitude of beds, and two more trunks that belonged to one Arabella Figg (and her various feline compadres) who was, as previously mentioned, the object of much awe.

"Sweety, are you sure I can't help you with some of that?" Arabella's voice matched her body; promiscuous.

"No, dear." Remus Lupin showed all of the chivalry of his house, and more. "I'll be fine."

Remus looked far from fine, as a tall, very handsome boy behind him noted.

"Would you be a dear, Honeybunch, and carry my trunk too? My arm's a wee bit tired from holding this levitation charm..." Sirius Black said, mimicking Arabella's voice.

"More likely tired from some other, extracurricular activities you indulge upon."

"Well, we don't have wonderfully gorgeous werewolves to go about with, do we?"

Arabella turned to Sirius and glared at him before throwing the compartment door open. "Peter, put a leash on your dog friend here.

Sirius glanced at Remus quizzically, and Remus looked down a little. "Arabella, would you excuse us for a moment?"

"Sure." Arabella closed the compartment door.

The small boy in the compartment pointed his wand at Arabella when she closed the door, saying "Muffliato."

"Why did you tell her?" Sirius asked, seemingly calm. "We keep your dirty secret silent for so long, what was it, forever? And you can't last a year into your relationship with that girl before you tell her ours."

"Well, I had to..." Remus started before he was cut off by Peter.

"Tell her that we were criminals? Give her information that could very well have landed us in Azkaban? Merlin's beard, Remus, James told Lily he could turn into a stag, but he didn't give away any information regarding the rest of us. What you did was so, disloyal to the rest of us."

"She was upset I wouldn't let her along on our trips! It was hurting her feelings!"

"Oh, great. So in order to make ONE PERSON feel better, you sell out the REST OF US? And I thought you were the brains of this outfit... ONE PERSON IS LESS THAN THREE, YOU TRAITOROUS BASTARD!" Sirius exploded. "I'M SORRY IF I DON'T FEEL AS THOUGH YOUR RELATIONSHIP WITH ARABELLA IS WORTH GOING TO AZKABAN OVER! AND I'M SURE PETER AND JAMES FEEL THE SAME!"

"If you're finished yelling at me, Pads, Bella wouldn't turn us in."

"That's a bloody rich gamble you took, though. After all, it wasn't your skin you were risking, was it? And to think you got mad at us for finding out you did her..."

"That's different..."

"Yeah, that's different. The difference is, there, the stakes were yours and her good name, where as with our secret, the only stakes were the piddling idea of THREE PEOPLE GOING TO AZKABAN! What the hell's wrong with you? No person, no matter how special they are, is worth three people." Sirius asked, dripping sarcasm into what would be (if sarcasm were a viscous liquid) large pools of sticky sarcasm. Using his wand, he levitated his trunk and stormed out of the compartment. As he passed Arabella, he muttered "Finite Incantatum."

"You know, you really should have thought this over more." Was all Peter said, before following what he thought was his only remaining friend.

"What was that about?" Arabella asked Remus, after watching Sirius Black wave his wand at her, and storm off, and watching Peter walk off.

"Something between us guys, Pet."

"Tell me, it'll make you feel better."

"I wish it weren't true, but our talking so candidly was the cause of this little spat." Remus said, not realizing just how large this little spat would become.

—

"I am the Head Girl, and this is the Head Boy." Lily said, brushing her long, red hair out of her eyes. Whenever she preformed this action, James gave an involuntary and invisible shiver. "And we have your assignments this year, if not your names. To start, there are three years of prefects, and four houses. This adds up to twelve pairs, and there are seven days in a week. That means that if we are going to have a day a week for patrol per house per year, we need to pick two prefect groups that will double up. Or, what I propose, we have a schedule so that everyone makes up the extra two weeks. Raise of hands in favor of this action?" More than half of the prefects raised their hands. "Motion passed. Okay, the second motion of business is the discussion of events this year. As you all know, last year we had a Christmas ball, and a beginning of term and end of term feast. This year, we will have the same feasts, and instead of a

Christmas ball, we'll be having a Valentine's ball. We'll also have a Christmas feast, and an Easter jamboree, which will give the people who stay over that holiday something to cheer about."

Everyone nodded their heads in agreement to the ideas being presented.

"Third motion of business. All fifth-year prefects are responsible for making sure the first and second years of your house know the passwords. All sixth-year prefects are responsible for third and fourth years, and seventh year prefects are responsible for fifth and sixth-years. If anyone from those years steps out of line and you don't do anything about it, we'll probably end up having a little chat."

"What about the seventh years?" A fifth-year boy said, he looked like he was from Ravenclaw.

"If they forget the password, let them sleep outside. Merlin knows they've had six years to get the drill down." James said, earning smirks from around the room, except from the Slytherins. Indeed, Snape gave James a look that would've killed, if looks were so inclined.

"Anyway, that is all, you may go now." Lily dismissed the prefects, and they filed out of the compartment, going to their friends elsewhere on the train. Lily closed the door.

With a wave of his wand, the Venician blinds on the compartment door closed. "Collaportus." The door was now locked.

"Let me guess..." Lily said, unbuttoning her blouse with a smile.

"You got that right!" James said, and not waiting for her to fully disconnect her shirt, he pulled her close by her waist and began to gently tug her onto the seat. Lily fell onto him, throwing out her hands for support. "I'll just finish up for you..." James undid the rest of her blouse.

"Oh, so considerate." Lily poured out the viscous, liquid sarcasm onto her boyfriend just before kissing him.

"Oooh, I liked that. Why don't we do it again?" James asked, and Lily kissed him even more violently.

—

Severus Snape entered the compartment full of the delinquents he called housemates.

"Ah, Snape. And to what do we owe your, wonderful, presence?" Mary Tudor asked.

"Your ineptitude at staying in favor of our lord, coupled with the non-ceasing sex drive of one Head Boy and the amazingly licentious Head Girl." Snape replied coldly. "Would it kill you to follow his orders correctly for once in your pitiful existence?"

"Maybe so. But maybe not. Anyway, the other black, the younger brother of Sirius, he's joined us." Aaron said, feeling up his girl. "And he proved to us that not all of the Black's children are mudblood lovers. Oh, and it was my pleasure to join Malfoy on some muggle torturing..."

Macnair and Nott high-fived each other. "We got some mudbloods... the guy who went into the ministry last year, he graduated from this school..."

"Don't know the name. Anyway, we killed him."

"You two are the sickest things I have ever laid my eyes on." Snape sneered. "Talking about torturing muggles as if it was a sport. We are supposed to be advancing a glorious cause through all means, which includes being disgusted at surprising displays of inhumanity."

"Oh, Snivellus, you're such a wet blanket." Mary said, her head on Lestrange's neck. "You should be less concerned about our enthusiasm in doing whatever the Dark Lord asks us."

"Don't call me that, Tudor." Snape growled.

"Don't call you what?"

"Do not ever refer to me as 'Snivellus,' unless you wish to run the risk of..."

"Of what?" Mary interrupted. "Of being slipped a poison? Of getting a strange hex coming my way? You wouldn't dare attack one of the Dark Lord's most loyal."

"Or would I? You never know, people fall out of favor fairly quickly..." Snape glared.

"And that could apply to you."

"I have yet to fail at a task assigned by the Dark Lord." Snape said, and smiled as he watched Tudor and her degenerate boyfriend glare at him under the pretenses of what Snape said.

—

"Yer thinken again, Gwen." The big girl smiled at her little friend.

"Just because it's so hard for you doesn't mean it's tough for us." Gwen replied.

"Well, it in't her fault... it's hereditary." Brownyn smiled before kissing her girlfriend.

"Kiss me again..." Cassidy smiled, and turned to Brownyn.

"Okay, you two, we put up with enough snoggin last year..." Gwen said. "What with Remus and Bella, and then James and Lily... I think another couple's just beyond my ability to stomach."

"Well, let's get in on the action then." Rosier, Gwen's boyfriend, said while kissing the girl hard.

"Now I feel left out." Meeks said.

—

"Hello, Sirius." Winifred Wilkes, a pretty Slytherin girl entered the compartment that Sirius and Peter took after the fall out with Remus.

"Hi, Winifred!" Sirius said, his face rose.

"Hello, Wilkes." Peter had warmed up a little more to Winifred, though they were not friends, still they were civil. Peter, of course, harbored a special dislike of Winifred, but was willing to ignore those feelings for Sirius' sake.

"Pettigrew." Winifred said, much like Peter, quite civilly. "So, Sirius, how was your summer?"

"Great. For the first time in seventeen years, I feel free from the maniacal pure-blood shit I put up with. God, I hate my parents. My little brother's no better... the damned fifth-year is a Slytherin under Slughorn. Wonderful, both of those losers cuddling each other in Slytherin."

"Slughorn's not bad. In fact, he maintains some semblance of control over a house of freaks. He's the one who put Snape and Copia in control of the house, which is a good decision, considering the other options." Wilkes said. "Not to ignore the fact that I would prefer to be prefect, but Slughorn noted my, er, uncanny ability to slither like the Serpent that represents our house."

"I've noticed. I think that's why I'm so attracted to you."

"And why I don't like you." Peter said.

"I understand you both. Perhaps you, Peter, more than Sirius. I don't understand why people enjoy my presence, as I find it rather, upsetting. Hm... come to think of it, I don't know why I haven't been killed by my house yet... I'm the only one who... better not speak of that just yet."

"What?" Peter and Sirius said.

In response, Wilkes kissed Sirius.

"Clearly she means something about inappropriate relations with a friend of mine..." Peter muttered, and then cringed when he saw the face Sirius pulled; the face that indicated he was about to use a particularly painful curse.

Winifred never thought Sirius looked so hot.

—

The train pulled into the Hogsmeade station, and everyone got out. The night was less stormy than it usually was going to Hogwarts, but it wasn't as beautiful as it was last year...

"First years, come to me." A new voice said. James turned and saw a tall man with shoulder-length brown hair, much like Sirius' in a different color. "First years, to me."

"I wonder why Hagrid isn't taking the first years across the lake?" Lily asked.

"Clearly they want the new teacher to have some experience with children before he teaches." James said. "Either that, or they're afraid that the first years are heavier, and Hagrid may sink a boat..."

"Well, there's always the squid..." Lily said.

"Hello, beautiful." Sirius spun Lily around and planted a wet one right on Lily's kisser. He relished the crisp slap that came onto his cheek. And then the punch on his arm, though that was significantly less pleasent. "I'm sorry, I forgot you, love." Sirius turned to James and kissed him to. James' surprise was sufficient to avoid Sirius getting a knuckle sandwich. The snog thief fled laughing.

"Where the hell did he come from?" Lily asked, while James spat onto the ground many times.

"Where all the little bastards come from; day care centers. This is a sure sign of public child development if I ever saw one..." James went back to spitting.

"Was, was that Sirius Black making out with you and your girlfriend?" Bill Weasly, the (now) fifth year boy asked, sounding rather confused.

"Yeah I decided to have a menage a trois with my best friend and my girl."

"What's a menage..." Bill started, before Lily said

"You know what? Never mind. That's just the horny Head Boy shooting his mouth off in front of kids."

"Kids?" Bill said in outrage.

"Yeah, kids. You? Younger than me. Thus? You kid. Do you understand yet?" James said.

"All I wanted to know is what a menage a trois is." Bill muttered while stalking off.

"Why'd you have to do that?" Lily demanded of her boyfriend.

"I forgot how old he was, I'm serious."

"No, but you're acting a hell of a lot like him. Why do you have to go telling people that you're interested in gay threesomes?"

"Gay? What aren't you telling me?"

"Only this: Forget coming to me tonight for any comfort." Lily stalked off, joining the other Gryffindor girls and Brownyn Weaver.

"Aw, c'mon, Evans!" James called after her, before throwing his elbow behind him.

"Nice shot, Prongs." Sirius said, approvingly glancing at the bent-over form of Peter. "But I would like to know why you're out to get Peter... I'm the one who kissed you." Sirius didn't have to see James to know exactly where the next punch was aimed.

—

"Welcome first years, and welcome back the rest. I am truly glad to see such wonderful young faces ready to learn in my hall again. Another dark year has fallen on us, but I am pleased to mention that after the retirement of our last Defense teacher, another, very capable, wizard has agreed to fill your noggins with knowledge. Knowledge that he gained on the front lines against evil wizards every where..." Dumbledore said.

"If anyone here reads the prophet they'd know. It's not like it's every day an Auror resigns to take up a teaching post. He must be taking at least a seventy percent cut in pay. And he isn't even doing the good he could be doing by fighting." James said. "I'd never quit a job as important as an Auror to teach."

"There's no higher calling than teaching, or so they say." Arabella said, as Lily was doing her best to ignore James. "And what'd you do to her anyway?"

"Mentioned something highly inappropriate in front of a fifth year."

"My oh my, Lily Evans sure is defensive of the children. Makes you wonder what kind of a mother she'd be. Oh, wait, we know; over protective." The pretty blond witch said.

"Just because I don't want their minds to be tainted by thoughts of Sirius and James sharing a bed LET ALONE a girl..."

"Oh, c'mon, Lily. You can't deny there are many, many girls at this school who'd pay good money to be in your shoes if that ever happened. And in any case, you know James would vomit before seeing Sirius naked."

"Don't be so sure; I shared a shower with him for four years. Luckiest thing that ever happened to me: becoming team Captain."

"You know you pine at night missing my wonderful preformances..." Sirius trailed off, making doe eyes to his friend.

"The only thing I miss in the showers are the games of Soap Hockey." James said.

The applause started as the new professor stood to make a speech. "We'd better pay attention, Moony, he's supposed to be brilliant." Peter said.

"I must say I am glad to be back in the halls of Hogwarts again. I lived withing sight of this castle up until I graduated, and for a couple of years after, much thanks to the Rosmerta's. I was here, oh, twenty years ago, when I graduated top of my class, and went on to Auror training for four years. After those four years, I spent sixteen years of my life doing the second most important thing anyone can do in these troubled times: fight To- Voldemort."

A general flinch from the first-years and several war-ravaged families. A dark glare was in order form most if not all of Slytherin.

"Once my fourth four-year tour of duty was up, I decided I was too old to continue this sort of work, so I handed in my resignation from the force. Now I am doing the most important thing anyone can do: Teaching young people how to defend themselves in these troubled times. While it might seem a little strange that it would be better to teach you to defend yourselves than find Voldemort and bring him to justice, I have only this to say.

"If you give a man a fish, he will eat for a day. If you teach a man to fish, he will eat for a lifetime.

"It is my intention to not only teach you how to fish, but teach you how to teach others to fish. The most important thing we can do for one another is to stick up for each other. Not simply because our bonds are what Voldemort wishes to destroy, but because of the wise words of a Benjamin Franklin of the United States of America, 'We must hang together or we shall surely hang separately.'

"I expect what I always expect from anyone; nothing less than their complete and utter devotion to ensuring their survival. While there is no guaranteed way to ensure your survival in these troubled times, there are steps that may be taken to raise your chance from the piddling odds that exist now, if only slightly. Unfortunately, I cannot take those steps for you. I can only show you the way."

There was no applause after this dark speech. The new teacher just told them they were highly likely to die, and all of his knowledge would hardly be of any help to them.

"Thank you, Mr. McCadell. For those of you in Ravenclaw house, you know that the head of Ravenclaw retired this past year, as he was our Defense teacher. While the Charms teacher, Professor Flitwick, is technically next in succession for the privilege and honor of heading that house, Professor Marcus McCadell will be fulfilling that role." Dumbledore said. "Tuck in!"

And with that, the entire Great hall began to eat, no one noticing the marked absence of Rubeus Hagrid, though the new Defense master seemed to look up and down the table and then look at Dumbledore expectantly. Anyone who was skilled in observation and inclined to ignore the two facts of their hunger and the enormous amount of food in front of them would have noticed that Dumbledore mouthed the word "Later" to Professor McCadell. Professor McCadell then proceeded to use his wand (which was in his left hand) to utilize the utensils placed before him.

McCadell, surprisingly, did not drink any of the various liquids in front of him, but poured from a hip flask some clear, sparkly liquid into his goblet, which he drank, drawing the stares of the professors about him who were busy taking wine and other drink.