Thanks for all of the reviews. Eh, whatever. Looking at the hits, I'm guessing that at least a couple people are reading this.

It's official. Sirius and Remus will not be together. Sorry to people who like that pairing, but I decided that after the sixth book, it was unlikely for Remus to have had any relationship that was more than a date or two. I might change my mind, but chances are I won't.

If you're wondering, this will technically not be an AU. I've even looked up old lunar charts to see on what dates Remus would transform. I'm also using a very reliable timeline (and in the story I will use 4 things that were already in the books (such as Snape's worst memory), but from Peter's point of view).

I'll dedicate this chapter to Sirius, who I spent hours today reading about in the books, mainly POA.

Disclaimer: You know what goes her. Meh.

Oh, and just found out from a quote of Jo that apparently you don't get to choose the Animagi. Sorry to TJ and Dizzy (I was convinced they were wrong).

----Hogwarts Hallway, September 2, 1975----

"He can't hear me, you idiot," she says, annoyed. "Only you can. And you don't need to speak aloud, as I can hear your thoughts."

'How?' I ask, still looking around. She has to be here somewhere…. Or is she invisible?

"Because, I am in your head," was her simple reply. "No, not as in you imagined me. Your imagination is far too dull to have made me up. The simplest way to say it is my mind's connected with yours."

'Riiight….' I think. This is really bizarre…

"Well to you, it's bound to be."

'Wait, how did you hear that?' I hear no reply, but then remember that she can hear my thoughts. 'Oh, right. Sorry.'

Suddenly, I hear a voice that is not hers, but James. "Peter, what's going on?" he asks me. "You're acting rather odd."

"Say you're fine," she hisses.

'Why should I?' I ask.

"Peter, sometimes I wonder how someone can be so dense."

'I'm not dense!'

"Actually, you are. If someone told you that they're hearing a voice that no one else can hear because the voice is in their head, wouldn't you think of them as insane?"

'I guess you're right.'

"Do you really need to guess?"

'Shut it.'

"Just answer him."

I focus my attention back on Prongs, who is now waving his hand with a still invisible body in front of my face.

"I'm fine," I reply to him.

"You sure? Even for you, you're acting strange."

I give him a small smile. "Yeah, I'm sure."

"However, you don't feel very good, and you'll count yourself out for today's pranks."

"I think I'll count myself out today, though. I don't feel very good," I say, slightly rewording but overall copying what she's saying.

"Good job Peter! You didn't make a long pause with questions!"

He pauses. Is he wondering whether or not he should leave? "Okay, Wormtail. Hope you feel better later." I can hear his footsteps as they start to fade away.

'First off, who are you?' I ask as I walk the other way.

"Patience, Peter. I'll give you my name soon enough. You can just call me your friend in your head."

'And why can't I know your name?'

"Because I don't want to give it just yet."

'Ok…. So how do you know my name? And how are you in my head? And why are you here?'

"Peter, are you familiar with the muggle term 'oracle'?"

'Vaguely… Aren't they the muggle word for seers?'

"Not quite, but close. An oracle is more or less that, only that's not quite what I am. I'm sure there's a technical term for me somewhere, but I've never come across one. To sum me up, I am an oracle and more. I can prophesize and know the future, as well as know the present and past. I guess you can call me a know-it-all."

'And how am I to believe you? That sounds a bit farfetched if you ask me.'

"Well, I can't prove knowing the past or present, as for you to verify me you'd have to in some way find out, meaning I might have just seen the future to know the present or past, so just take my word for those two. However, we are about to run into Nearly Headless Nick when we turn. He will not speak, but merely nod to you, having his head nearly go out of place. Then we will see three Hufflepuff girls, two brunettes and one blonde."

I turn a corner, and there is Nearly Headless Nick. He nods to me, and quickly puts his hand to his head just before it (nearly) falls off. I walk several meters, and I see 3 girls (two brunettes and one blonde) turning a corner while chatting away.

'Okay, okay, I believe you.'

"Good."

'So how did you become whatever you are?'

"I had the ability since birth, of course. If there was a way of letting people know everything, it'd be publicized within a day."

'True, I guess. So how exactly are you in my head?'

"Long story, involving things I shouldn't say. What I can say is that a while ago I died, and came from the afterworld into your head."

'You came back from the afterworld? Isn't that impossible?'

"How would people who are alive know whether it's impossible or not? No, it isn't, but we tend to stay in the afterworld. It's not good to go back to the real world. Takes a lot of work to do so, and people who are alive shouldn't know a lot about death. It'll just make them want death to come to them."

'So why are you here?'

"I was sent here. Are you aware of Voldemort?"

I slightly shiver. Voldemort has been recently rumored to be preparing an attack, and that hasn't been the only things said about what he's up to. 'Y-Yeah…'

"Good. He is gaining power, and people will die because of him. There is no way to stop that. However, he will never lose power unless something is done. This something must be done right away.

"I know a way to stop him, and with permission I came back to Earth. What happens is if you do the right things at the right moments, you can stop him. Not directly in a duel, but you will be a big part. All you have to do is exactly what I tell you. So, Peter, you in?"

That is so random. 'I dunno. I mean, I don't want to say no or anything, but I don't know you. It seems kinda odd to take orders from someone who claims to have come back form the dead.'

"Peter, what have you got to lose? I won't ask you to do anything dangerous, just do certain things in your spare time."

Maybe I should say no… Well, she isn't making me sign a contract or anything. I can back out whenever I want. And it will supposedly get rid of him. "I guess."

"Oh good."

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Good, the lameness is over. Yeah, this chapter sucked, but I needed to put out what was going on, and couldn't think of a good way to phrase it for her. Poor her.

Please review, and give me your opinion. Especially on her. She's my first OC in a fanfic.

So again, reviews make me happy.