Disclaimer: i own nothing harry Potterish

Ceyxa: Yep, she will keep Draco in his place, as she does later in the chap.

Risi: For you, i am going to make Snape pleasant to Amaya in this chap.Sirius actually requested the sorting, so he wont be too bothered. Amaya wont go out of her way to hide her relationship with Draco, as she doesn't care if Sirius doesnt like it. I just dont like hufflepuffs, they seem boring, and this way she is with friends.

Eleonora1: There is a reason for me putting remus in the camp. I didnt do it just for the crack. all will be revealed in fututre chappies, but take my word that it will work out ok in the end.

Paula: It would be too far fetched wouldnt it. Thanks for your opinion hun.

Dortha:gazes into a crystal ball: I think that sirius may get more thrashings :checks outline: yep, more punches for him i'm afraid.

Mooney's Mate: Remus will come back soon. I won't leave him there. i like the AmayaDraco pairing as well, though harry doesnt

SilverGlitterSprite: I like your new name better. it wasa good idea. glad you like the ending

Dadaiiro: She could have done, but then how would she feed herself, keep herself warm. At hogwarts she will make friends with the slytherins, can keep fed, warm, have shelter, and find a way to help Remus

Crazy-Psycho: glad you liked the chapter

Dante: wow, that was a HUUUUUUUUGE review.Sirius is trying to do the right thing, but in his own way, cocking it up completely. he is trying to be honest, but doesn't want to admit to a prisonable offense, although he didnt do it. i love him too, he may get it right later. he may still get together with remus, cos i think that they make a great couple and i love fuzzy endings too, but at the moment it is too far fetched. who knows how things will change.

Hobey-Ho: Just read on hun.

A.N. Sorry if there were questions that i didnt answer, but i cant without revealing the plot. sorry. i ddeictae this cahppie to Dante for her seriously HUGE review, thanks hun, also to Hobey Ho for deciding which way the duel goes.

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Amaya felt like screaming. Several weeks of searching had proved fruitless. Nothing in the library held anything that suggested what spell Umbridge may have used to forge Amaya's signature. Even Draco was at a loss as to what spell was used. They had hunted through every book they could find on the dark arts and their uses but to no avail. Throwing the book violently against the wall from where she knelt by a tall shelf, she caused a stack of books to fall to the floor raising a cloud of dust motes that danced and floated in the air causing her to sneeze violently every time she inhaled. Dropping next to her, her boyfriend spoke in a tone of ice tinged with the warmth of amusement. 'You know, if you carry this on, Pince will throw us out. And I would hate to see you deprived of books. Merlin knows what you would do.' Amaya only glared at the blonde.

'I'll assume you've had no luck.'

'No I have not. Dammit Draco, I am not in the mood for your sarcasm. We have searched through possibly every book on the subject in this bloody place, and there is nothing, nothing, which could help us. I don't know what to do.' The girl wailed as she threw herself forwards onto the floor dramatically.

Raising his eyebrow, Draco responded in the iciness inherent in all of his aristocratic upper-class family, 'Don't you think you are being a touch melodramatic? Why are you getting so worked up?' The glare she levelled on him made him avert his eyes, something no one not even Snape had managed to do to him before. She spat out in a heated tone, born of love contrary to his icy one of enforced reservation, 'Wouldn't you if it was your Father who was locked away, who was wrongfully imprisoned. If you could not see them.' She gestured to the books scattered around them. 'If you thought that the way to prove the Ministry for the liars they are, to free him from the prison Biting on a fist, she muffled her scream of helpless, frustrated fury.

Draco just smirked. Glancing at his watch he cursed loudly. 'We're late for potions'.

'What?' Amaya shrieked.'

'Move.' Seizing their bags, they dashed from the library, narrowly missing collision with a bookshelf and ignoring the enraged shrieks of Madamme Pince as they raced down the corridors, Malfoy pride forgotten as they rushed past closed doors of occupied classes. All the portraits saw were flashes of platinum and honey, yet the laughing curses and insults as they made their stumbling hurried way rebounded off the frames.

Skidding in an attempt to slow down, they both rammed into the door, which opened under the impact. As Harry looked up from his note taking, he saw Amaya, richly golden waves framing her face, cheeks blooming with the flowers of life, her eyes danced and sparkled with the gem of youth. Her rosebud mouth was in a partially open smile as she panted from her run. Entranced, he watched as she tossed her head, sending liquid gold cascading down her shoulders, revealing her natural cinnamon and obsidian highlights.

'Sit down'. Snape snapped sharply. 'As you can see, since we have already paired up, you two will have to work together. The notes for the potion are on the board. Copy them down and get on. I want a flask on my desk at the end.' Both blondes scurried to the remaining desk, leaving a distinct trail of vanilla musk, cologne and the lingering fragrance of woodland flowers to taunt Harry. He was in a bad mood for the rest of the lesson.

At the end, Amaya gleefully filled the flagon with the richly turquoise potion, the first one that she had created that went right the first time.

'I'll take it.' She told her boyfriend, 'I need to ask Snape something.'

'Fine. I'll wait for you in the Hall.' As she moved to take the potion, he gently caught her mouth with his, causing emerald eyes to burn jade with jealousy. Approaching the desk, Amaya hung back until everyone had left the room.

'Yes Miss Black, can I help you?' Amaya narrowed her eyes, but forced her tone to be civil, especially as she needed his help.

'Yes, firstly my name is Lupin, and I would appreciate it if you called me that.' Judging by Snape's raised eyebrow, her tone was not polite enough. Swallowing, she smiled and continued. 'I was wondering. Is there a curse which can be used to forge a signature?'

It is rare that Snape was ever surprised, but this question brought him close. It was not what he had expected of her at all.

'Yes, there are some. Why, may I ask do you want to know? And why did you come to me?' Her response took Snape beyond surprise into plain shock

'I want to know because Dolores Umbridge used one to forge my signature, therefore giving Sirius full guardianship of me. I want to know which one she used, so I can reveal her for the scheming bitch she is, get Papa out of prison, and then live happily again. I came to you, because you seem to know about the dark arts, and I don't think any of the other teachers would help.'

Pulling parchment and a quill from his desk, Snape wrote as he spoke 'Have you tried the library?'

'Yes it has nothing whatsoever that could help me.' Handing her the parchment, Snape suggested 'Perhaps you should try the restricted section. Good day Miss Lupin. He smirked as he swept from his classroom. Vengence against Black would be very sweet. Very sweet indeed.

Frowning, Amaya read the note. The frown that creased her forehead, soon moved to the corners of her mouth, as a delighted smile broke out on her face, growing broader with every word she read.

I, Professor Severus Snape, do hereby give permission for Amaya Lupin to use the Restricted section of the library, whenever she chooses and with whom. I also give permission for her to borrow any book.

Skipping out of the classroom with glee, she stopped dead at the top of the stairs that descended to the Great Hall. Weaving through the students that had amassed, she saw, Harry being half carried to the Hospital Wing, Draco following, head held high and shoulders back, looking every inch the proud aristocrat despite the blood seeping from a cut on his cheek, and broken nose.

Flashback/

Draco prowled from the classroom, surrounded as usual by his friends. That is, until a vicious shove to his back sent him sprawling down the stairs. 'Amaya is mine Ferret boy.' Landing at them bottom, he saw Gryffindors crowing with laughter, and Harry marching towards him. Leaping upright, he fell to Harry's punch to the face.

'What makes you think you can touch her, Pureblood scum.'

A loud crack sounded and blood began to trickle out of his nostrils, and over his lips. A muttered charm left a gash across his cheek. Raising his wand, he spat out Tarantellegra, and Harry's triumphantly smirking face contorted to a mix of alarm and annoyance, as his feet jerked out in a quick step. A Finite Incantatem ended his dance, ducking a body bind and a stunner, Draco knew that he was no match for Harry's natural lightening reflexes, he muttered Furnunurculus and boils sprouted across Harry's face, and down into his robes, moaning in agony. Draco's only chance to win, was to end the duel quickly. Casting a reductor curse Draco sent Harry flying into the wall. People screamed as he impacted and then fell to the floor with a dull thud.

'Lupin is my girlfriend Potter. Get used to it.'

Flashback over/

Tucking the note safely into her robes, Amaya flew along corridors and passageways, taking the longer route to avaoid all people until she slipped and skidded to a stop outside the heavy wooden doors that led to the hospital wing. Ignoring a glaring Ron and anxious Hermione who was dry wringing her hands, she pressed her ear against the door. From the sound of too young male voices, she surmised that Harry had regained consciousness. As it appeared that they were in the middle of a very heated argument, and no teacher or Matron was shutting them up, Amaya surmised that there was no one supervising them and she cautiously opened the large door, ready to slam it shut and run if an adult saw her entering what was, evident by his best friends waiting outside, a temporarily forbidden area. Ignoring the snarl of Ron and the indignant squeak of 'Oh, but you mustn't. We can't enter.' From the nervous looking Hermione, she slipped in, and let them door fall shut behind her. The soft click of the latch closing was enough to still the furious quarrel. Glancing at Harry, she winced at the thick swathe of bandages that covered his head. Blood stained the pristine white, where his head had impacted against the wall. Instead, she walked over to Draco, sat by his bedside, and held his hand, squeezing it tightly when she saw his victorious smirk toward Harry, which was answered by a glare.

'Get your hands off her Malfoy.'

'Excuse me, she came and sat by me. I didn't do anything. You were the one who started the duel.'

'You're not worthy of her Ferret boy. You wouldn't start a duel for her.'

'Who's says. I am very protective of my things.' Amaya gave a start.

'Yeah, unless you hurt them or break them, than it's o.k.'

'I don't damage my things Potter. I would take to good a care of it to allow anything of mine to get broken.' Having enough Amaya stood up.

'Would you please stop talking about me as if I wasn't here. Do NOT talk over me.' Her shouts attracted the attention of the school nurse, who was in her Office, having seen fights between Harry and Draco before, decided to just ignore them. The illegal presence of another student, however, she could not ignore.

'Miss Lupin, I gave specific orders that no one was to enter unless they had an injury. Now please leave.'

'Don't worry, I'm going. I only wanted to check that Draco was o.k.' She moved to leave. 'But first.' She marched over to Harry and slapped hard. 'That is for talking as if I was a toy.' Stalking over to Draco, who was bracing himself, she slapped him harder. 'That is for calling me "thing" and "it".' She strolled to the door, pausing, she turned.

'I don't belong to either of you. I belong to me. Draco, while you are in here, think of the many ways you can apologise to me, and when you leave do them. Harry, even suggest that I'm yours again, I will shred you o.k. Go near Draco again, and I will shred you.' The lupine protectiveness over a potential mate came into full force. Opening the door, she glided sinuously out, even more silently than she had entered.


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