Hey me again! I didn't get many reviews! What is up with that! I'm angry…well not really.

Reviewers: (Thanx)

Rays of sunlight:

You love Anastasia? I love that movie too! It's sooooooo cute! My friend said Dimitri was cute, but I was all like, "Dude, that's a cartoon." But I can see her point. Some cartoons can be cute…just not that one. I like anime best.

Lisa:

I know! Right? I mean, like they make movies II but they just aren't as good as the firsts…like Cinderella II. I mean? What was that all about? Pocahontas II? Totally went off…it was historically correct, but still mad me sooo mad! It was gay compared to the first Pocahontas.

DallasTexas:

Blushes…that's sooo nice. Ron and Hermione? They're like the couple meant to be, I swear. But people keep telling me about Hermione/Harry. It's kinda weird. Isn't Anastasia a Disney movie? I dunno, I'm a tad confused…where's it from then? It sure seems like a Disney…

OrganiclyMe:

Lol-nice…

Moirariordan:

Mulan and Anastasia? I thought Mulan was just average because well…it kinda blew the Chinese out of proportion…but I LOVED Mushu in that story! He was so funny! I thought that was really sad how Cedric died—I didn't feel sorry for Amos Diggory though; he's to proud of his son (not that it's a bad thing, but everything has it's limits…)

Emerald-eclipse:

Omg! You finally gotta screen name! Simba's Pride was cute, but I didn't like…um…Koga? I mean, he was nice and everything, but it got so sappy at the end…I swear if they made it any sappier…Mulan however, classic. Swear, classic. Mushu was awesome!

White-angel-snowflake:

Dude I wish! My story's kinda clichéd, and probably that's why not many people read it…but my other Lily/James one is soooo much better! Ariel is such a pretty name! Fit for a princess! The Little Mermaid II wasn't as good though…stretched it way too much.

Anyways, chapter 12 up!

Summary? Um…I'll just put in a recap, k?

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. Or any other character. Ya.

"You don't want me to be your tutor?"

"Well, Potter, I have no choice. I would have rather preferred Amos, but since we're not in the same house…" Lily trailed off.

"Really? Well, in that case," James shook his head firmly. "No."

Lily turned aghast. "What?"

"No," James said simply. He turned heel and strode away, leaving a speechless Lily behind in his wake. She stared at his back, slowly realizing his words. He was giving up…

She was almost positive that he would've said yes. After all, in starting in fourth year through this year he crushed her, and this would've given him the opportunity that he wanted…but he said no.

What did that mean?

Chapter 12:

Lily sat in the library, contemplating. She sucked at transfiguration, and she knew it…not that she would ever admit it to anyone, but James Potter was the only one that could tutor her in McGonagall's class. Amos wasn't good at it…well yes he was, she argued. Potter is just better. The best in that class.

What the heck was she going to do?

She twirled a strand of hair as she sat staring into thin air. She could always go and try again…but she didn't want to sound too desperate! Besides! Anyone would be better than Potter. She could just get the new girl from her dorm to teach her. Hermione—was it? She seemed smart. See, who ever said she needed James Potter?

She heard a scraping sound, and saw Bella sitting next to her. "Hey," she greeted. She saw the Bella looked frustrated and ruffled.

"Hey," Bella said, deadly. She ruffled her brown hair, leaning back on her chair. "Dude! Can you, like, believe Binns? He's a ghost! He's not supposed to be allowed to give out so much homework in class!"

Lily laughed. "Well, if it weren't for someone, we wouldn't have gotten so much homework!"

"Are you talking about me?" Bella asked innocently. "I didn't do anything! Those Marauders started it all by putting pieces of paper in my hair! What dweebs, right?"

Lily smiled weakly. She didn't know what to say… "Yeah…what dweebs," she replied, her smile fading altogether.

Suddenly, making fun of Potter (and his friends) didn't seem so fun anymore.

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"You what! Prongs! This was the chance you were waiting for!" Sirius roared excitedly. "How could you turn her down? Are you asking to be rejected?"

James groaned and slumped his shoulders. "I know, I know, don't remind me! It's just, she really hates me! I didn't want to torture her if she really didn't want to!"

"You dumb boy!" Sirius pounded James' head with a pillow.

"Hey! Hey! Padfoot, stop!" James lept up and tackled Sirius while Remus and Peter looked on amusedly.

"Eh-hem!" The four turned to Hermione, who was standing in the doorway.

"Yes?" They asked.

"Have any of you seen Harry or Ron?" She tapped her foot, and bit her lip worriedly. "I haven't seen them for a while."

"You mean Porter and Westley?" Sirius asked. "Haven't seen em'. What's a girl like you doing with riffraff like them anyways? You could do much better."

Hermione frowned and sat on Harry's bed. "They are not riffraff. We've been through so much together and they've always been there for me. And besides, who could do better, you?"

Sirius grinned charmingly. "You betcha!"

She scoffed and turned to walk away. "Tell them I wanted to see them. And oh, Black?"

He winked. "Yeah?"

She narrowed her eyes. "Call them riffraffs ever again, and you'll wish you'd never been born." She stalked out of the room, leaving silence behind her…that is, until James decided to speak up.

"Speaking of girls, Padfoot, you don't seem to be doing to well yourself," he laughed. Sirius puffed up his chest.

"I can get any girl I want! There is no girl who can resist this," he said knowingly, flexing.

"Look Prongs, me and Peter think you did the right thing," Remus spoke up out of know where. "If Lily really wanted your help, then she would ask you again. As you probably know, Diggory isn't even near your level of transfiguration, and being the smart girl that she is, Lily will probably figure that out too."

James frowned. "Yeah, but I downright rejected her. I don't think she'll come crawling back, I mean—this is Evans right? She's not that kind of girl. Her pride matches her temper."

Remus just shook his head. "Then wait and see." He picked up a random book from off the floor (the dorm was a mess) and started reading.

Peter was eating chocolate. When Sirius and James started staring at him, he looked up with a "What?"

The door burst open with a crash. "Man! Hermione's gonna kill us! We promised to meet her at six and it's already quarter till seven!" Ron stumbled in.

"I know! That potions mistress is no better than Snape! How could that even be possible?" Harry stumbled in after Ron, rubbing his arms. "Wiping off those barrels of slug? Who was she kidding?"

The Marauders watched as Harry and Ron, who were totally ignoring them, grabbed their robes. On their way out, Harry looked back.

"Which reminds me," he said with a smile. "Sirius, this girl said her name was Jessica Symiune…she wants to go out with you." He closed the door with a snap.

Sirius grinned and laughed. "See? See James? No one can resist the old Black charm!"

James just jumped on his bed and plugged his ears. "Except for that Granger girl…" he taunted. Sirius frowned.

"Except for her," he agreed.

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"Hermione! Wait up!" Harry called in panted breaths. "We—we were held up by the potions mistress and, and we—we…hold up!"

Hermione crossed her arms and tapped her foot impatiently, eyes reduced to little slits. "Do you two have any idea how long I was waiting for you up in the common room? FOUR HOURS! Four whole hours! Do you know how much homework I could've gotten done during that time!"

Ron and Harry cowered. "We're sorry," Ron began. "But we were held up—"

She rounded on him. "And who's fault was that!"

"Hers!" Ron protested. "All we did was take notes, and the next thing you know…WHAM! Her hand snaps down on our table and she hold us back for detention! Really!"

"Hermione, it wasn't our fault. I mean, what's with you these days? You've been acting so tense!" Harry said. Hermione had the decency to look abashed as she slowly uncrossed her arms. "I mean! It was like—like a new Hermione was in the place of the old one that we loved!"

Hermione sighed and sank down against a wall, tears threatening to spill. Ron nudged Harry nervously as Harry turned pale.

"I mean—come on Hermione," Harry tried. "I didn't—well, I mean, I didn't mean it like that! We just—we're all just tired!"

"N-no…" she sobbed, her arms hugging her knees. "It's not that…"

"Er…Hermione. Do you wanna continue this somewhere more private?" Ron asked, looking up and down at the corridors where students were gathering, pointing at the three of them.

Harry crouched down and awkwardly patted Hermione's back. "Come on, Hermione. Let's go back to the common room. I mean, here's really not the best time—" he said, trying to make things better. Obviously, he had no clue what he was doing. Fat drops of water continued down Hermione's cheeks.

"Nooooo…I want to talk about it now!" she wailed. Harry and Ron winced, as Harry thought she sounded like Lavender or Parvati when she did that. "I'm sorry! I really am! But I can't control my temper these days! I'm homesick…I didn't tell you. But I miss my parents, and we're not even getting anywhere on our mi—"

Harry clapped a hand over her mouth as Ron helped her up. "Cummon, Ron. Let's get her to the secret passage that leads to Honeydukes. No one's gonna be there." They dragged her, crying and wailing, ignoring the bewildered stares from passersby. Unceremoniously, the dumped her on the floor of the passage.

She huddled near the wall. "I'm sorry. Look at me! I'm making a huge mess out of things! What am I doing here? I miss my parents, Lavender, Parvati…I miss the fact that no one here knows us! I can't believe I'm saying this (sorry Harry), but I miss the stares me and Ron get by just being your friends! The boy who lived! I just don't belong here!"

Ron and Harry sat down on the opposite wall, shaking there heads.

"And now you probably think I'm a big baby!" Hermione reached in her pocket and pulled out a handkerchief. She dabbed at her eyes, while Ron and Harry exchanged looks of shock.

"Not at all 'Mione!" Ron said, flabbergasted. "I mean, I miss my brothers and my parents too!"

"I know! But at least you get to see them here! You can know that they're safe, and that they're happy! I have no way to get in touch with my parents! I'm worried. What if Voldemort gets them! I haven't said goodbye!" she wiped at her tears.

"Hermione, like Ron said,we're practically family! I'm worried about all ofthem too!We're there for you! Why didn't you tell us sooner?" Harry questioned.

Hermione sniffed. "Because I didn't want to seem weak! I mean, you guys didn't bring it up, and I just felt like I was blowing things way out of proportion—"

"You are, 'Mione," Ron said bluntly, ignoring the warning looks he got from Harry.

"I know," Hermione said.

"You do?" Harry and Ron chorused in union, shock evident on their faces.

"I do know! I can't help it though," she said. "Pictures just aren't the same as the person itself. I thought this would've been great, not easy, but fun! But here I am, crying in some secret passage, about being homesick! I'm sorry for ruining all the fun."

Ron enveloped Hermione in a hug and Harry enveloped both of them. Hermione broke into tears again, sniffling and laughing.

"Thanks guys. I feel a whole lot better," Hermione said after they broke apart.

Ron mumbled from the corner of his mouth, "And maybe we'll feel better when she starts leaving us alone, cutting us some slack." He was immediately silenced by an elbow in his ribs. "Ow…"

"Cummon, let's go," Harry offered his hands to both his friends. "Before anyone finds this suspicious."

"Um…too late…" Hermione whispered, staring horrified at the entrance.

There, blocking the entrance, were the four Marauders, and they didn't look too happy.

-

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"Um…hi?" Ron said timidly.

The Marauders narrowed their eyes. "What are you doing here and how did you find this passage?"

"Um…ya know what?" Harry said, sidestepping Remus. "We were just leaving so…if you'll excuse us…"

"Hold up, Porter. We know something's up. You just show up here without any explanation—" Sirius began.

"We're transfer students from Beauxbatons!" Hermione interjected.

"And you seem to know the Great Hall very well—" James continued after Sirius.

"We've been here for several weeks!" Ron put in, outraged.

"And you're always murmuring as if something's in secret—" Remus said.

"You guys do to!" Harry said.

James grinned cockily. "Yeah, but see, we're the Marauders. We have a right to do that. This school belongs to us."

Sirius grinned also. "Forever and ever." Then he stopped, examined Hermione's face, and frowned, turning to Harry and Ron.

"What happened to her?"

"None of your business," answered Ron defensively.

"What'd you do?" he persisted.

"Nothing!" Harry said. "We didn't do anything! We were just having a nice little talk and she's a little homesick so—"

"You're lying," Sirius said. "I can always tell when a person's lying."

"We're not lying!" Ron said. "Ask Hermione!"

Hermione smiled tauntly. "It's okay Black. They're my friends. They wouldn't do anything to me."

"I wouldn't bet on it," Sirius whispered in an undertone to James. Then aloud, he said, "Fine, but only because Hermione said so. If I find out that either of you touched one hair on her…" he trailed off warningly. Harry, Ron, and Hermione passed them and them exited the portrait, drawing away from the accusatory glances the Marauders kept passing to one another.

Uh-oh...

HEY! Nice chappie, at least I think. I mean! Dude, I stayed up all night w/ my friends at a sleepover. Rocked the house! Swear. Such a huge party.

What's your favorite movie?

I really don't have one, but Mulan Rouge was soooo said at the end. My friend cried.