They all stared into the cold eyes of Bellatrix Black and her fellow Slytherin's.

"Hello." She kept her voice cold. "Still keeping with trash I see," she said eyeing Lily and Cris. James tightened his grip on his wand. Sirius held his out.

"They're not trash." Bellatrix and the other Slytherins laughed as they all raised their wands. "The only trash here is you." Bellatrix narrowed her eyes as she gazed at Tristan. She gave a cruel laugh.

"Ah, Hollis you're almost as much of a blood traitor as my cousin here. Tell me though, how does it feel to be darker?" Tristan was about to hex her when Lily grabbed her arm forcefully shaking her head. Remus had to do the same for James.

"She's not worth it, believe me." Lily looked from Sirius to Tristan to James. They all had matching looks of pure and utter hatred. "

You take orders from the mudblood," Bellatrix mocked just as they were lowering their wands. In a flash James, Sirius, and Tristan hexed every Slytherin in sight. There were shouts and curses as Sirius and James stumbled back into the compartment. Lily looked up at them angrily,

"What on earth was that for? Where's Tristan." Sirius just laughed while James stared at his feet. "She called you... She called you… What she called you was unforgivable," Lily sighed exasperatedly, "It's not something I haven't been called before, honestly Potter you and Black both need to learn that hexing people isn't always the answer, and where's Tristan?" Sirius let out a bark of laughter.

"If you mean the oh so brilliant hexer she's outside the compartment having a nice little chat with my dear cousin Bella." Alia shook her head and Cris had a horrified look on her face.

"You left her alone with Bella. She'll kill her." Sirius shook his head still laughing.

"Trust me, the loon will be fine. Besides she and Bella share that whole queen of the undead thing." Alia stood up carefully. Brushing her dark hair away from her eyes. She had a bad feeling in the pit of her stomach.

"I'll grab her in the compartment. Cris, Remus, make sure these three don't kill each other, besides I know that Tristan personally wants to murder Sirius." Alia slipped out of the compartment before they could protest and looked around. There was no sight of Tristan. She walked slowly towards the direction of Bellatrix's compartment when she saw a flash of black hair. She touched Tristan's shoulder. Tristan was currently staring at Bellatrix with her wand raised, Bellatrix mirroring her position.

"Come on, Lily wants to see who the new Head Boy is." Bellatrix laughed humorlessly. She looked hex free as opposed to her fellow class -mates.

"You're friend might be here now Hollis but you won't always have someone with you." Tristan was about to hex her when she slipped into her compartment. Alia sighed and gripped her thin arm,

"Let's go. We better save Lily from the king of prats." Tristan laughed while running her fingers through her straight black hair.

"I think that's not the word that I would choose." Alia shook her head as they walked back towards the compartment.

"I was talking about James. We all know what you like to call Sirius and what he likes to call you." They slipped into the compartment. It was in dead silence. Lily was staring at the floor. Remus was staring at Cris. James was staring at Lily and Sirius was staring at his hand.

"Find your hand attractive, Black?" Tristan slipped easily into her callous and hard voice

"Well I certainly say that all the ladies do. There's an entire part of the Sirius fan club dedicated to these wonderful body parts," he said vainly. Tristan sat down next to Lily and eyed her hands briefly.

"The only reason that they talk about your hands is so that they know the second part of you to dismember and sell." Remus started to laugh. Sirius gave him a slightly bewildered look, as did the other people in the compartment. Remus was an old hand at dealing with Tristan and he knew exactly where this was going.

"Oh you really spend that much time among my fan club. Knew you had a soft spot for me Hollis." She smiled evilly.

"Did I mention what the first part would be," She said, her eyes briefly flicking to the zipper of his pants. Sirius managed not to gulp,

" I think you've made that wonderfully clear, Hollis." She laughed. She glanced over to Lily, "Shouldn't you be going to the Head's compartment now." Lily nodded and stood up. Sirius burst into hysterical laughter. Tristan gave him a look of utter disgust.

"Try not to piss yourself Siri," she said sweetly. He stopped laughing for a moment and glanced up into her dark blue eyes. "Try not to get too cozy with they Slytherin's Trissy." Tristan's wand flashed and she was about to hex him when Lily grabbed it.

"Please Tristan, I'm the head girl and I can't let you do that." Sirius started laughing again. Tristan spoke frustrated, "Well Lils, if you aren't going to let me hex him that we'll have to let Alia do it." They all turned to look at Alia who just sat laughing. Lily suddenly stopped and gasped.

"Oh dear I'm going to late. I have to go to the Head's compartment." She was out of the compartment in an instant. Cris looked to James and smiled wryly,

"Now you get to tell her that you're the Head boy." James gave a cocky smile but inwardly groaned. Tristan burst into hysterical laughter.

"That's right, Jamesie here's Head too." She shook her head. They all stared at the door.

"Go get her lover boy." James scowled and left the compartment. Cris, Alia and Tristan eyed the remaining Marauders with interest. Peter shifted uncomfortably,"So how was your holiday's?

Lily sat impatiently tapping her foot.

"Where is he? This isn't good if the Head boy is late this sets the tone for the whole year." She bit her lip and started running the entire year through her head. She had assumed that the Head would be Remus but after talking with Cris she had no idead who the new Head Boy would be. She had always liked Remus, for he was by far the best of the Marauders, well there was Peter. She had always found Peter very strange, though. She thought about Tristan. At least it seemed Tristan had only changed outwardly. She let out a breath. Where was the Head Boy?

"He better get here soon." She bit her lip and then held her breath when she heard a very familiar voice at the door of the compartment.

"You know talking to yourself is the first sign of insanity, Evans." She groaned. This was not happening.

"Did you get lost Potter, because in case you hadn't noticed this is the Head's Compartment." He looked at her and gave her a cocky grin.

"Well I had noticed Evan's, which is why I'm here." She gave him a puzzled look and raised an eyebrow. "So you're here in a the Head's compartment merely to annoy me?" He shook his head.

"You don't seem to be getting it Lily dearest." She glared at him.

"Don't ever call me Lily dearest. What is it that I don't seem to be getting, Potter?" He grinned, silently summoning a miracle.

"Well you don't seem to understand that fact that I am in the Head's comparment," He waved his arm, cutting her off. "and I'm here because of this." He pointed to the shiny Head's Badge on his robes. She didn't know why she hadn't noticed it before.

"You're joking Potter. Ha ha. So who'd you steal it from?" He shook his head sadly. "Evans, face it, I'm the Head Boy, " his face suddenly took on a look of unholy glee,

"You know what this means don't ya?" She stared at him in disbelief praying to any god that Dumbledore would tell her that this was some practical joke. After all, the headmaster had always had an odd sense of humor. "Enlighten me Potter," she said coldly.

"This means that we get to spend a lot of time together. You will not be able to resist me, or hex me." He started laughing manically. She shook her head.

"Dumbledore's gone stark raving mad."