James quickly got the hang of this new school. He fit in the best at the ravenclaw table, where people were smart, but not stuck up.

He soon found he was out of cigarettes. He decided to head down to the local town, Hogsmead, and see if they sold them in town, since it was a visiting weekend.

He stood in line fidgeting desperately. It was a habit of his nowadays. He zipped and unzipped his leather jacket over and over. A tap on his shoulder caught his attention.

McGongal was staring, narrow eyed at him. James gulped, he was in deep shit now.

"Ma'am?" He asked uncertainly.

"Do you have a permission slip for your parent or guardian, mr. evans?" She asked sternly. Her gaze softened suddenly, and he could only guess it was because of the way his expression was when she mention parent or guardian. She grabbed his arm and dragged him, her only comment being, "My office."

He sat down in the chair in front of her desk, wondering what he should do or say. He decided on a slightly edited version of the truth. She passed in front of him, rubbing her chin thoughtfully. She stopped and turned to him, her gaze stern.

"Who are your parents?" She demanded, and shrunk in his view a little as he sunk down farther into his seat. He took a deep breath.

"I'm not sure, ma'am." He said slowly.

"What do you mean? Are you an orphan?" She asked incredulously.

"Either that, or my parents are dead beats getting high somewhere while im sleeping in a gutter." He said, bitter lacing his voice. She stared at him.

"Well, who are your guardians?" She asked steadily. James shrugged.

"I don't have one, I guess." He said, sounding nonchalant.

"You guess." She repeated incredulously. "Where were you living before Durmstrang??"

"well," He started, "You wouldn't believe me if I told you but I was living in a library." He said in a rush.

"You're whole life?" she asked in disbelief.

"hmmm. Since I was six."

"And before that?''

"A charity hospital in NYC." He said.

"A hospital?" She asked uncertainly.

"Um... yea. See, Iwasinacomaforfouryears." He said in a rush. She blinked.

"Come again?" She asked.

"I was in a coma for four years! Ok? Geez, did you need it spelled out or something." He said, disgruntled. He pulled out his last pack of cigarettes and began to smoke one. She didn't comment, just stared.

"Why were you in a coma?" She asked slowly, dropping into the seat across from him. His emerald eyes met hers.

"Um...im not entirely sure. I think it had to do with my parents death/disappearance. I was one, and I woke up five. I spent the next few months wandering around the city. Around the age of six, I met a nice old lady who let me stay in the library at night. I hit eleven, and Kakaroff picked me up. I dueled him and won, and now I'm here,: He said.

"Well... that's.." She just starred.

"So, do should I, like, send a permission slip to the old lady that took me in or somethin'?" He asked with confidence, hurtling cleanly over her discomfort.

"Umm. Well, I think you can go without one." She said in a daze.

"Thanks. I gotta book, I might miss the carriages." He said and split.

The professor sat there for a long time after, contemplating the events that just took place. The incolent brat that came into her office a week ago was just that to her. An inncolent, spoiled rotten brat. But now, she saw him in a new light. It surprised her so much, hours past by her in a daze.

Meanwhile, in hogsmead, James had picked up his cigarettes and was drinking in a bar called Hogshead.

On the way, several students had grabbed him and warned him not to go in there. He laughed in there face. Especailly Granger, who stopped him outside the pub and went on some weird rule and honer binge, trying vehemently to stop him from going in.

He laughed and grabbed her arm, dragging her in with him. She was now in hysterics.

"I am going to be in so much trouble! Evans, im gonna kill you! I cant believe this!" She raged as he sat back and watched her with an amused expression.

"Listen Granger, your already here. What would it hurt to stay?" He asked smoothly, ordering them some drink called a butterbeer.

"Urgh." She grunted, but was quickly sedated once she drank some of her butterbeer. They were forced to use cleaning charms on the formerly rather filthy glasses.

"So, I noticed you read a lot." He said nonchalantly, hoping she would forget her anger towards him. He was lonely as hell, and this place would depress him if he had no company. She broke out into an odd grin.

"Me?" She said, feigning innocence, and he laughed, amused, at her.

"Yep. So, what do you think of Ronnykins?" He snickered. "Are you screwing him or what?"

"Urgh! Screwing?" She said, postitively offended. James smirked, his goal being reached.

"yes, screwing. He really doesn't seem like your type, but hey." He shrugged, still smirking. She smacked him lightly on the arm, snorting.

"No, I am not 'screwing' him. And of course he isn't my type! Much too..." She trailed off, searching for the right word.

'Asinine?'' He suggested helpfully. She smiled.

"yes. Asinine." She said with an air of confidence.

"Lets get outta here." He suggested and they left.

When the exited, they discovered a large group had formed outside, obviously waiting for news of the two who dared go into the shady pub.

"Yes!" James cried dramatically, putting the back of his hand on his forehead and leaning back. "It was a difficult struggle, what with all the paying and drinking, but, somehow, we managed to survive!"

The group blinked in surprise and Hermione sniggered. They strolled out of there and had a long talk about books and literature. James cought a gigantic black dog staring at them before it ran off in the direction of the hills. He made a mental note to check it out.

They arrived soon there after back at Hogwarts.

"I'd like to introduce you to a friend." She said, guiding him back to the great hall.

"Not another Weasley!" He exclaimed as they came to a stop in front of a red headed girl.

"Yes, another Weasley." She said indignantly. "What are you doing, Herm? Bringing that little menace in here?"

"Menace? Me?" He mocked. She rolled her eyes and laughed, finding him quiet charming. He sat down next to the and the three became friends.

Soon it was dinner time, and the entire school was crowded in the great hall.

Harry sat with the Gryff's so he could joke with Herm and Ginny. There was a loud explosion outside. The whole place pulled out there wands.

To their distress, no magic was working, not even the head master himself. James waltzed up to him, ignoring the babble of the panicing students. Snape was sweeping by the window and was announcing that death eaters were storming the castle.

"well?" he asked the headmaster.

"Its dark magic, Mr. evans. We cant use any magic in the castle." The Headmaster replied in a daze.

"Are you going to do anything?" James demanded. Dumbledore shook his head slowly, stunned. James rolled his eyes.

"Fine. I'm going to do something. Do you mind?" He asked Albus nastily. He shook his head slowly. "Right. You, snape. How many?"

"About five hundred." He said, still checking the windows. "they're inside now, just outside the door." He pointed to the main entrance to the hall.

"Right." He said. James crossed the room, jumped onto the tables and pulled down two Hogwarts banners. He then called down to snape. "Do you have any potions on you?" He asked.

"About ten, why?" He called back. James nodded to himself and jumped onto the seats. He smashed one and put it in the middle of the hall. He grabbed a torch from the wall and set fire to the pile. He then turned to Snape.

"Hand them over." He said, and snape obliged. He took each bottle and held them over the fire in turn until they turned foggy. He nodded, satisfied.

He stood up onto the table and pushed a vent open. He pulled himself threw and climbed threw the vent. He came to a stop over the death eaters who where argueing over who they should kill and who the should kidnap. James slid the vent open and dropped the vails of potions threw. He put the Hogwarts banner over the vent opening and slid the cover over them as quickly as he could.

He went back and landed with a short thump on the table. After staring at him for a moment, the hall turned their attention to the door.

From the door could be heard coughing and thumps. James smirked triumphantly, then sat down with a thump, exhaustion taking over as adrenaline ebbed away.

"Wait ten minutes, then we can leave." He instructed the headmaster, who stared at him in bemusement. Ten minutes passed in silence and the prefects opened the door.

Outside the doors lay the hundreds of death eaters.

"I gassed them." He explained to Minerva curtly, eyes sweeping the hall.

"evans!" Ginny shouted. "your left!"

James turned in time to see a blonde haired man leaning heavily against the wall, half falling over, and coughing, aim a curse at him. The spell shot at him and he dove, tucking in to a cart wheel. Unfortunatly, it hit his shoulder. He felt excruciating pain, then merciful darkness.