Hi, I'm back. I'm sorry that this has taken so long, but first it was christmas, than exams, grumble, and then for some reason, the document manager wouldnt let me put the story up. Nonetheless, i've got a couple of chapters written, and will put them up over the weekend.

Risi: Yes he does take after James. That was the idea. How would he behave if James had always been a major influence in his life.

Marauder-Magick33: Harry's mean cos he's a prankster, and having grown up on tales of the Marauders, will think that it was harmless fun.

Aprilise: No they aren't very pleasant. But they might get better. hint

Mahia: Sorry it's taken so long. The reasons are above.

Tomiko the Muse: Yeah, well aren't there enough Saint Harry stories. around. I'm just trying to make him different.

KT: Yeah, i understand Amaya's experiences as well. and their behaviour is what would be described by themselves as harmless fun.

Oh and thankyou to Charlie Bloom and BlueLion7 for their review of 'Shades of Grey'. sniff you make me feel so loved

Anyway. I don't own anything harry potterish. Here's the story


Good Merlin. Could this day get any more boring. Not only have I got a mousy haired banshee tailing me, but now I have to listen to this daft old flobberworm. It's easier to stay awake in Binn's lectures than this speech. Harry tried vainly not to doze off as Mr Oporific droned on with his speech; and it was the creak of an un-oiled door which drew his, as well as the other occupants, attention to the back of the hall. Oops. Someone's late. And he smirked at her telling off by the head master. At the cheers that resounded around the room at his placement in 11T, he waved, with the cheekiness inherited from his father. Finally the assembly ended, and he went for the lesson which was the muggle equivalent to potions, chemistry.

'Well, that was interesting' Harry remarked to his two best friends.

'Yes it was, isn't it fascinating the way muggles have used elements of nature, and harnessed them to create things. I wonder what the true name to natural gas is.'

'Herm, who cares? I'm just glad I'm out of there. The smell of the gas was hell!'

'Cheer up Ron. At least yours was only a small sniff, unlike some who took a lungful.' Harry teased, while Hermione's face flushed a scarlet. 'I wonder what the gas was called?' she muttered.

'Never mind that, I want to know who the late person was. Parvati as usual held education in little relevance when compared to gossip.

'That was Amaya.' Harry winced at the human banshee's voice. 'She's always getting into trouble. Freak. My name is Shauna, Shauna Clarke.'

'Harry Potter.'

'Hermione Granger.'

'Ron Weasley.'

'Parvati Patil, that's my twin Padma and Lavender Brown. Why is she always in trouble? Why is she a freak.'

'Oooh you don't know the half of it. There are always howls coming from her house. And she's a snob. A snob and a slut. And she's violent. Strutting round thinking she's better than us. And her father is a queer.'

Harry couldn't help it. His curiosity is peaked. 'Violent?'

'Oh yeah. She's attacked people for no reason. So coming to the dining hall, I'm hungry.'

Hermione said no, and wandered back into the science department, muttering something about 'talking to the teacher'. Harry, having nothing better to do, agreed.

He didn't know why he had done it. It had just seemed like a good idea at the time. Yanking the book out of her hands, Harry was startled with the speed at which she jumped up. Smirking in a way he knew annoyed people, Harry refused to return the book. Still smirking, he returned to his friend's, and new acquaintance, Shauna.

Merlin, how can anyone read this crap. Runes are easier to understand than this. He turned at the sound of footsteps behind him, and for the first time he saw her truly. My god. She's beautiful. Multi-toned tresses framed a pale, clear oval face, with high cheek-bones and large blue eyes that were flashing with annoyance. Mouth dry, Harry looked down at the book

'I would like my book back please.' Her tone was becoming more snappish now.

'Would you?' Harry began to flicking through it's pages absent-mindedly. He had no idea why he was persisting with this stupid prank.

'Obviously, or I wouldn't have asked.' Harry could practically hear her temper fraying now. 'Ok. Catch.'

Seeing Amaya spin in a constant pirouette, between himself and Ron, Harry took a kind of vindictive pleasure out of her inability to retrieve her book, her helplessness against them. And he almost laughed when she snarled a Seamus. He did, when she fell.

Then he was stopped cold by the sight in front of him and all laughter faded and the humour died from his face. For in the possessions that had fallen out of her bag, lay an unmistakeable object. Catching a glimpse of her face, he could see that her cheeks were aflame with the burning of humiliation, and the fires of rage in her eyes. Eyes that were glistening with tears, that clung like little dew drops to her sooty lashes. Seeing she was about to stand he extended his hand to help her up; to have it slapped away with surprising strength. Yet he didn't notice this. Nor did he notice the cacophony of laughter in the hall, nor her almost knocking her over in her haste to escape the room. His mind was reeling from the sight of her wand laying on the floor, and the knowledge that Amaya Woolfe was a witch.


So, what did you think. worth the wait? Please dont shoot me if its not.