Hello everyone I hope you had a fantastic week, I'm popping this out a day early as a reward to myself. I got a nice chunk of writing done today so you guys get to reap the rewards.please leave me some love if you like the story I absolutely love to read reviews.thank you to my beta Go-French-A-Dementor.

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Freya spent little time looking around the Common Room as she followed her roommates upstairs. Lily was the first to the door and swung it open quickly, the rest of the girls following behind her, "That one's yours," Lily pointed to the second bed to the right.

"Glad they made the room bigger," Alice sighed, laying across her bed, "I worried all through dinner we'd be packed in here like sardines."

"Thank Godric for magic," Marlene laughed.

The girls started unpacking their things while Alice gave a very vivid rundown of her summer that included several meetings with her boyfriend Frank, "He's a seventh year," she told Freya, "Head boy this year," she beamed.

"Sounds like a nice guy," Freya replied as she pulled out a set of pajamas from her trunk.

Marlene laid on her bed propping herself up on her arms, "So Fawley, I gather from Dumbledore's introduction, it's getting pretty rough in the States too?"

Freya froze at the bathroom doorway, "It's not great," was all she said before walking into the next room.

Freya tossed and turned all night, unable to turn her mind off, plagued with thoughts of how she was going to get around this arranged marriage already in the works.

It felt like she'd just only gotten to sleep when she heard Lily outside her bed, "You going to sleep the day away?"

She groaned rolling over and pulling her curtains back, "What time is it?" Freya asked, pushing her hair out of her face.

"Almost noon. I was about to go to lunch if you'd like to join."

"Yes, food sounds wonderful," Freya swung her legs over the side of the bed, "Let me just get dressed."

Lily headed downstairs as Freya dug through her trunk, finally deciding on a pair of shorts and black Led Zeppelin t-shirt, slipping on a pair of black Converse before heading downstairs.

As she emerged from the staircase she saw Lily looking annoyed while James chattered in her ear. As she stepped forward someone lightly tugged on her arm.

Freya spun around coming face to face with Sirius, "You have got to stop doing that," she snapped pulling her arm back.

Sirius smirked in response, "Forgive me Fea, I just didn't want you to ruin the moment dear Prongsey worked so hard on."

The sound of a smack ripped through the Common Room followed by snickers from the nearby students.

James got up with a look of defeat and walked away from the angry redhead.

"Freya are you coming?" Lily asked.

"Yeah," She said, stepping away from Sirius.

The girls chatted in the hall about their class schedules. Freya's stomach lurched as the stairs moved, "I don't know that I'll ever get used to that," she laughed nervously.

As Lily was going to speak Sirius shouted from behind them, "Sorry Evans I need to borrow Fawley."

"Borrow me for what," Freya snapped, putting her hands on her hips.

"It's a surprise my dear."

"Circe," she groaned, "I don't like surprises," she didn't move as the stairs clicked into place, "and I don't know you, why would I just go running off with you alone?"

Lily smirked a little, "Well would you look at that someone told Sirius Black no."

"Well, that wasn't a no," Sirius smirked back, "You said you needed a broom, James sent me to help you get one but if you don't want to try out…"

Freya looked at Lily, "He's not going to drag me off and kill me in the woods, is he?"

Lily laughed, as she moved from the stairs, Freya following behind, "You read a lot of muggle mystery books don't you."

"More than I probably should," the blond replied.

"He's annoying but harmless," the redhead confirmed with a nod.

"As much as I adore being talked about like I'm not here, Fea?" Sirius cut in, tapping his foot impatiently.

"I don't know," she mused.

"Come on Fea, have a little fun."

"It's Freya," she growled, "Fre-ya, two syllables, it's not hard."

"I like Fea. Get used to it."

Freya groaned, "Lead the way then," she gestured with her hand, which Sirius quickly snatched up

He led her down several hallways and another flight of stairs. Besides a few stray students here and there, the halls were fairly empty.

He suddenly stopped in front of a statue, dropping her hand "Stay here." He said quietly before running down to the other end of the hall. Freya looked up at the 'artwork' in front of her, a one-eyed humpback witch.

"Ugly ain't she?" Sirius asked jogging back up, "But bloody hell is she useful. Close your eyes."

"I will not " she snapped, "Sirius Black, I don't know you. You've dragged me off to

Morganna knows where and I'm starving, now you tell me to close my eyes-" Sirius stopped her rambling, putting a hand over her mouth, Freya's brain momentarily malfunctioning, "Just trust me." He moved his hand, placing both on her shoulders, giving her a questioning look.

"I'll humor you," she pulled her wand from the back pocket of her shorts, "but, if you even make me feel slightly uncomfortable, I'll hex you into next week."

He leaned down close to her ear and whispered, "I'd expect nothing less, Fea." She shuddered just a little before closing her eyes.

He pulled his hands from her shoulders and she heard him move away and then nothing. The silence started to make her feel uneasy, she gripped her wand a little tighter. Jumping a little when she felt hands on her shoulders, behind her this time.

"Aren't you a skittish little kitten."

Freya could hear the smirk, "I will hurt you," she threatened as he steered her forward, eyes still closed.

She heard him chuckle before stopping and letting her go, "You can open your eyes now." He said as she heard stone slide across stone.

She blinked, taking in the dark corridor he'd led her to, lit up only by his wand. It only took a second before it felt like she couldn't breath, "No, no, no." She tried to turn around but the entrance was gone. Sirius grabbed her hand, "I take it you're not a fan of small spaces?"

She shook her head violently, Sirius let go of her hand, brushing a piece of hair out of her face before turning around, "Climb on and close your eyes, I'll have you out of here in just a couple of minutes."

She was just as uncomfortable with that as the tiny hallway, "N-no I can walk, just d-don't leave me." Feeling pathetic, begging him not to leave her in a tunnel she'd let him drag her into.

Sirius grabbed her hand, not even surprised that she didn't pull away this time.

"When are tryouts?" Freya said tensely.

"This afternoon, that's why we're doing this now. I'm sorry, if I'd known, I would have just gone by myself."

"It's fine, how much further?"

He lifted his wand a little, shining it down the narrow hall, "I can see the ladder so not far." A few dozen more steps and they'd reached said ladder, "Put your wand out."

Freya paused a moment before mumbling, "Nox," Sirius followed, gently guiding Freya to the ladder.

She pushed open the trap door, and quickly climbed out into what looked like a stock room. Sirius appeared through the trap door closing it quietly behind him.

"Where are we?" Freya asked, looking around.

"Honeydukes," he replied, moving to the wall opposite the stairs motioning Freya to follow.

He pushed open a small door that led to an alleyway, Freya quickly followed out behind him but stopped as they got to the busier street.

"Freya?" Sirius said quietly as he turned around, "Your hair, it's… umm,"

Freya looked at her reflection in the shop window, "Son of a bitch," she huffed. Her blond hair, now completely white. "Screw it," she said as the white melted into a bright blue.

"Wow." Sirius breathed,

"Doesn't take a whole lot to impress you, does it?" She faced him with a smile, her confidence returning now that they were in a wide open space.

"I've never seen a Metamorphmagus before your little show yesterday, the gene runs in my family but it's been ages since there's been one."

"Apparently I'm the first in several generations, my mom did some research, " Freya explained as they started down the cobblestone path, "it seems like the gene only activates if it's passed down on the mom's side."

"Why would she go through all the trouble?"

Freya shrugged, "My mom did a lot I didn't understand."

"So you can just change into anything?" Sirius had more than one reason for asking.

"No, there are limits." Freya twisted a strand of hair around her finger.

"I'll give you one thing, you're an interesting bird."

"What is it with you and comparing me to animals?" Freya asked exasperated.

Sirius didn't answer as he stopped outside one of the shops, simply shrugging as he pushed the door open.

Freya rolled her eyes and walked in, irritation slipping away as he walked to the counter and started talking to the man behind it.

She scanned the shelves full of random items, from muggle toy cars to an advanced book of charms, she made a mental note to remember this place. It gave her the same small jolt of excitement she'd get shopping thrift stores with her mother. Always hoping to find little treasures amongst other people's junk.

She caught the man coming from the back from what she assumed was the storage area.

When Sirius turned around she saw the shiny broom. Freya excitedly rushed over to him, "Is that the new Comet?"

"Maybe," he smirked, holding the broom just out of her reach and heading towards the door.

"I've been saving for that since they announced it last year, it's supposed to be amazing."

As they made their way back to Honeydukes, Freya continued to ramble off every fact she knew about the broom, while Sirius chuckled at her enthusiasm.

Slipping back in the dark basement of the sweet shop Freya stopped short, staring at the almost invisible door on the floor.

Sirius leaned down pulling on the handle, "There's a couple other ways we can go but I can't say they're any better."

She swallowed thickly, "I'm going to assume we're not supposed to be here," she toyed with the hem of her shirt as she stepped forward.

"If we're being technical no, weekends for the upperclassmen don't start until next week," he shrugged and hopped down.

Freya slowly stepped down the ladder lighting her wand as soon as her feet hit the stone floor.

Sirius lit his wand and maneuvered the broom over his shoulder before holding out his free hand. Freya quickly grabbed it in a vice like grip, lifting her own wand.

A few steps in Sirius cleared his throat, "So what happened to your old broom?" She didn't answer right away but her grip tightened a little more.

Freya tried to drown out the sound of her heart pounding in her chest, "Lady Fawley snapped it," her voice cracked a little, "Let's just say my initial meeting with Rosier didn't go very well."

Sirius noticed her fingers relaxed a little, "Oh now I have to know," he laughed.

"Umm," she muttered trying to remember exactly what had been said, "It was this fancy dinner, Rosier, his father, and my wonderful guardian, were going on and on about this Werewolf registration act," It was Sirius's turn to tense, he played it off as she continued, "Fucking barbaric, it's not their fault."

Thankful for the darkness Sirius couldn't help but look at her in awe for a moment.

"So once I'd had enough I told them they were a bunch of bigots, more eloquently of course. As soon as our guests left she went to my room it was the first thing she found…" she paused for a moment, taking a breath, "It was a hand-me-down Shooting Star, probably did me a favor."

Sirius untangled his fingers from hers as they reached the end of the tunnel, shining his wand on the wall before tapping the center block.

The stones shifted out of the way and Freya slipped out into the hall as soon as she could fit through the open space.

Out in the hall she extinguished her wand, slipping it back into her pocket, she took a deep breath and closed her eyes.

She could hear her housemate walk up behind her, she quickly spun around.

He held out the broom, with a smirk.

Freya reached out excited but stopped herself pulling her hands back.

"It doesn't bite," Sirius smirked.

"That's not my concern, I don't have the money to pay for it right now."

"No one asked you to pay for it," He shrugged, "Call it a congratulations gift."

"For what? Existing? I haven't made the team."

"Not with that attitude. Tell you what, if you're awful, I'll march back down to that shop and return it. Feel better now?" He laughed a little holding the broom a little closer to Freya.

"No, letting me pay you for it would make me feel better."

"Not a chance, kitten." He smiled, she gagged, "You don't like Fea, bird, or kitten, what am I supposed to call you?"

"I don't know, my fucking name." With hostility clear in her voice, broom forgotten she started to walk away.

Sirius put no thought into his words, "Fine Miss Parks." That sent a shiver down Freya's spine, followed by a feeling of dread. She quickly schooled her face faking a smirk, turning around and walking backward, "Still wrong!" She called out before turning around, probably walking a little too fast. How did he know? She pushed the thought to the back of her mind as she made her way to the Gryffindor Tower.

Sirius however took the long way down to the pitch wondering exactly how much this new girl was hiding, and why he felt he needed to know everything that went on inside that pretty little head of hers.

Freya found the pitch with no problem, everyone was gathered in little groups talking. She looked up at the sky appreciating its vastness a little more after her earlier escapades. A little nervous about how her earlier conversation with Sirius had ended but he seemed completely enamored with the conversation he was currently engaged in.

James moved into her eye line, "You made it," he said happily holding out the Comet from earlier, "Pads said he managed to piss you off so we weren't sure."

Freya took the broom, "I'm paying you back."

"My father invented Sleekeazys, I could buy a hundred of them and no one would notice," he laughed.

"And somehow your hair looks like that," she smiled brightly before turning her attention to the broom in her hand.

James threw his arm over her shoulders, "Well not all of us can change in an instant."

"How sad for them."

"Well, let see if all that gold was worth it." He laughed again

Freya stepped away from James mounting her new broom, already loving the new cushioning charm on the seat.

She kicked off from the ground, pulling her feet into the pegs as she shot up like a rocket. Once high enough she circled the pitch, pulling one move after another, testing the broom's reaction time.

She stopped hovering above the field, looking out towards the lake, she leaned forward ready to head back to the ground when she heard someone behind her whistle.

"Can't you take a hint?" Freya huffed.

"Persistence is my middle name, love." Sirius smiled at her, "and might I say you look delicious on a broom.

She rolled her eyes ignoring his flirting, "Well, I can do more than just look good on one," she smirked, "how about a little game of chicken?" She replied with a smirk. Growing up Freya only had male friends until she started school and met Sarah, she was used to and not above using someone's arrogance against them.

"What do I get if I win?"

"I'm afraid to ask… but what do you want?"

His eyes twinkled and she prepared to slap him, "Hmm,"

"Time's a-wasting here black," Freya tapped her watch.

"You'll be my potions partner."

"Well at least you picked the right subject. How long?"

"Christmas," he blurted out.

"Four months?!"

"What can I say you talked a good game on the train, I'm just asking you to prove it. Unless, you're scared," Sirius chuckled a little.

"It's an awful steep bet for a game of chicken. Fine but if I win you stop with the Fea nonsense."

He put his hand to his chin, stalling.

"Take it or leave it, Black."

He narrowed his eyes, "Fine Parks." He settled on his broom.

"Wait!" She said quickly, he turned his head, "You have to stop calling me that." Swallowing the lump in her throat.

"Why?"

"Because I asked you to."

"Have to pick one, it's Parks or Fae? Fun little loophole, wouldn't you say?" Sirius grinned at her as the blue hair she'd been sporting slowly faded to a crimson, outwardly showing her frustration.

"Parks, stop calling me Parks," she growled.

Sirius knew at that moment he was a big fan of angry Fea.

"Back to our game." She said with a little less animosity.

"You're on."

He counted down and both of them shot down, both of them flat against their brooms.

Other than the small bit of practice Freya was unaccustomed to this broom, putting her at a slight disadvantage. Unfortunately, one she hadn't considered before making the bet.

Hoping James picked this broom with a seeker in mind, her eyes fluttered around the field seeking out landmarks as the ground grew closer and closer.

Chancing a glance to her left she saw Sirius flattened against the handle concentrating hard on the ground below, confidence radiating from him. She locked her eyes forward, a white knuckle grip on her broom.

Her eye line level with the lower stands, she tucked her feet into the pegs and pulled up. She spun around as Sirius's feet skidded across the grass, a smile plastered on his face.

Freya hovered a few inches from the ground, chewing her lip waiting for Sirius to gloat.

"Can you do that again?" James asked excitedly.

Freya turned her head and smiled, "Absolutely."

James and Sirius stood off to the side, as captain and co-captain, both were safe from elimination during tryouts. James ran through a couple of drills before sending small groups up to repeat.

"I figured you'd let Fawley win," James said, not looking away from his potential teammates, "Try and get back in her good graces and all that."

"She'll come around, ladies can't get enough of Sirius Black," he elbowed James and laughed.

James didn't answer, just shook his head and signaled for the next group, which just happened to contain the girl in question.

"You know if she makes it, she's off-limits," James said quietly.

"That is the dumbest fucking rule ever." Sirius's grey eyes locked onto Freya.

"Well, it's your own fault, if you didn't tend to leave the girls you fancy a sniveling mess-"

"I'd hardly say I fancy them." Sirius rolled his eyes, "What if it's love, Prongs? Would you deny me that?"

"Is it?" James asked seriously, raising his eyebrow.

Padfoot laughed, "Mildly curious at best."

After the warm up drill James broke the larger group up into positions, Chasers and Keepers first. Once they'd gotten into a good pattern he sent Sirius up with one Beater at a time.

Finally James looked over to the three potential Seekers, "You ready," he called out holding up a practice snitch. As he let it go all three of them jumped up, Freya the first to make it off the ground.

He concentrated on the fury of movements, making notes in his head. He got lost watching one of the chasers, he almost missed Freya as she streaked across the field, inches from the ground. The small golden snitch frantically trying to get away. It veered to the left and shot straight up, Freya hot on its tracks.

One of the other seekers was right behind her and catching up fast, he leaned left slamming into Freya.

She didn't even flinch, slamming right back, before flattening herself to the handle, pulling ahead. Her hand shot out and James watched as Freya threw her hand in the air excitedly.

He magnified his voice, "OK EVERYONE!"

Once everyone was back on the ground James used his normal voice to let everyone know he'd have decisions posted by the end of the week. He started locking up the equipment as Padfoot walked up, "Find everything you need?"

"Are you asking if Fawley made it?" James replied looking up from the crate.

"Just being a good co-captain,"

"Mmhmm," James hummed standing up.

"Oh come off it Prongs!" Sirius rolled his eyes.

"Curiosity killed the cat," James shrugged and walked across the pitch.

"Good thing I'm a dog," Sirius grumbled to himself.

When Freya emerged from the locker room, Marlene and Lily were waiting for her, smiles plastered on their faces, "You were brilliant, if Potter doesn't pick you he's an even bigger idiot than I thought." Lily laughed.

"Thanks," Freya replied.

Sirius and James walked out into the open air just behind the girls, their laughter trailing behind them. James as usual was focused on the lovely redhead in front of him, but Sirius was actively trying to burn a hole in the ground.

He'd caught sight of Freya walking out of the girl's locker room, and he'd almost jumped on her, still wearing the shorts and the Puddlemere jersey she'd tried out in. Sirius decided the ground was much more interesting than panting like a dog after the girl.

"What'd you do to Black?" Marlene asked.

Freya peeked behind her before answering, "I don't know, he was fine a minute ago."

Lily shifted a little as they walked up the hill, a gesture only Marlene caught, "Spill it Evans."

"I don't know what you're talking about," Lily said flipping her dark red hair over her shoulder.

"Liar."

"Secrets don't make friends," Freya sang.

"I… ugh fine, Remus let it slip during patrol last night that Sirius won't shut up about you." Lilly huffed.

"Me?" Freya said, confused as they took their seats in the Great Hall, she shook her head, "It's just cause I'm new and shiny, give it a couple of weeks."

As the girls took their seats, the two Marauders followed a ways behind, "So did you happen to find out why the map says Parks?" James whispered.

"No. But-" Sirius stopped walking, running a hand through his hair before shoving both hands in his pocket, "We should leave it alone."

James looked over his friend, smirking at the awkward stance, "Why? I'm curious, Moony and Wormtail are too. Maybe I'll just walk in and ask."

"Don't!" Padfoot whisper-screamed in response, looking around before he continued, "She seemed, I don't know, scared that I knew. Maybe we just leave it alone for now, honestly, I'm interested in why she hasn't asked us anything."

"Maybe she's just not as nosey as we are." James laughed turning back to the Great Hall, Sirius following behind, "This is a mission that's going to take great skill and a fair amount of tact Prongs, my boy."

"So we should send Moony then?"

"Yeah," Sirius laughed, "We should probably send Moony."

"Send Remus for what?" Lily asked looking up at the boys suspiciously.

"Ah don't get your knickers in a twist, Evans," Sirius sat down leaving very little space between himself and Freya.

"Excuse you." She snapped.

"Yes, Fae?"

"If I wasn't starving, I'd throw my plate at you, please move over." She pushed her shoulder into his trying to make her point.

"Oi! Fine but only cause those boney shoulders should be considered a weapon." He moved over slightly and watched as the bit of red hair that crawled from her roots gave back over to the blue.

She leaned over looking at James who finally decided it was safe enough to sit, "James blink twice if I made it." She said eagerly.

"You'll find out when everyone else does." He smirked, as she slumped back in her seat.

"So you like Puddlemere?" Sirius asked.

"What-" Freya looked down at her shirt, "They're ok." She shrugged and went back to eating.

"Why spend all that money on a jersey for a team you think is okay?" Sirius laughed putting food on his plate.

A sly smile rolled across her face and he raised an eyebrow at her, "Well I didn't buy it, I umm.." with a cute tilt of her head and a sparkle in her eyes, "acquired it." She let out a little laugh as she went back to her food.

After a couple moments of rolling her words around, James laughed and Sirius let out a shocked, "Oohhh."

"I don't think I get it, but I also don't think I want to know," Lily said with a blush.

James had no trouble explaining it for her, "Seems Fawley is not as innocent as she'd like people to think."

"I never asked anyone to make assumptions, I'm almost 17 of course I've had sex," Freya added bluntly, still paying more attention to her plate. Lily's face was as red as her hair at this point, "I'm so uncomfortable." She groaned. Causing little bits of laughter from the group.

"What have you two done to poor Lily?" Remus asked, taking the seat next to the redhead in question.

"Not us mate," James replied through a mouthful, "Fawley."

"Kitten's got claws," Sirius said loudly.

Freya, snapped back, "And sharp teeth too." She blinked flashing golden eyes before snapping back to their original blue.

Remus looked over and Freya who met his eye and just shrugged, she looked back at Sirius who was still staring at her with an odd look on his face, "If you're waiting for a body count that's personal." She twirled a piece of blue hair in her fingers and went back to her plate.

"Oh Godric, please make it stop." Lily groaned with her head in her hands.

Freya looked across the table at her friend, "Lily, I didn't grow up like you. My mom was a hardcore feminist and a take no shit kinda woman. Sex was openly talked about sometimes too openly." Freya made a gagging noise causing the group to laugh again, "I didn't mean to embarrass you." She whispered to Lily.

"You didn't, well you did but it wasn't your fault," Lily gave a small smile, the red finally faded from her cheeks as she went back to her dinner.

Late into the night, the four Marauders sat in a circle making adjustments to their map, making plans for the next full moon, when James caught movement. Freya Parks was pacing in the girls' bathroom.

"You sure she's not a werewolf Moony?" Sirius asked, "she did this thing with her eyes earlier and they looked like, well yours on the full moon."

"For the tenth time yes I'm sure," Remus grumbled, getting off the floor and walking towards the window, the moon was in less than a week and he was already starting to feel it.

"I thought you were supposed to be asking the questions Padfoot." James stood up stretching and sitting on his bed.

"No, I'm pretty sure we agreed before dinner Moony will be asking the questions," Sirius replied, eyes still glued to the enchanted parchment.

"Me?" Remus asked, "why me?"

"Because Lily has already invited her into your little study group and since James and I would never be caught dead in the library-" Sirius rambled, finally interrupted by James, "We're not known for our subtlety." He pointed between himself and Sirius, "and Fawley seems to have a bit of a temper but you could ask simple questions and probably get detailed answers."

"Yeah, you've got that innocent face," Padfoot added.

Remus laughed walking to his own bed, "The werewolf has an innocent face."

Peter who looked slightly put out huffed, "No offense mate, but I feel like Fae might be a bit intimidating for you." Sirius stood up taking the map with him to his bed and watched as Freya's dot returned to hers.

"Yeah Pete, she seems to have Pad's knickers in a twist. I think she might be a bit much for you." James laughed from his bed.

"Got your grand plan to ask Lily out all set for tomorrow Prongs?" Sirius snapped back, clearing the map and setting it on his nightstand, "She said she has new hexes to try."

"Oh, fuck off," James growled before grabbing the curtains and pulling them shut. Sirius closed his as well, waiting for the sounds of his friends falling asleep before he reached out and grabbed the map. Muttering barely above a whisper, he checked once more to see that Freya Parks was still safely in her bed.