I would like to thank SlySalazarSlytherin, who followed and favourited this story almost as soon as I posted the nice edited version of the first chapter. I thought it would be sometime before I got a follower, so you came as a surprise, my friend. Therefore, this chapter is dedicated to you!

I simply cannot own Harry Potter, much as I want to.

Wishes in the Wind

Sirius Black was singing the school song in a drunkard like pose, while his laughing friends were mockishly holding him up.

The fact of the matter was, that Sirius Black and the rest of his mates were known for drinking, and in reality, not one of them had ever gotten truly drunk.

It was a pact made with Remus and Lily that compelled them so. When the marauders had discovered the science of party making, they had immediately wanted to make one themselves. Unable to stop the unending celebrations of 'The exams are over!' or 'We won the Cup' or 'It's Friday ', Lily made a pact with Remus, to ensure that second and first years weren't invited, third years left at eleven thirty, no drinks were supplied until the fourth years, and at least one of the marauders were sober.

Lily didn't realise of course, that the marauders never supplied too many drinks, and that no one was really that into the alcohol.

You see, marauders had principles of their own, and had decided getting drunk was going to be a priveledge reserved until they were of age.

Therefore all four of them were waiting for James' birthday, on 27 march, which was going to mark the end of their child life. For them all.

James Potter grinned at his friend as they arrived at the dormitory all of them shared.

"I've been thinking," James began as they all changed into pyjamas.

"That's a first," cut Sirius, taking his shirt off.

"Shut up padfoot," said James, unruffled. "Let's throw a huge party."

"Whaa-ff phhh?" asked Remus. He was brushing his teeth.

"Sorry, didn't catch that." James said politely.

Remus spat. "What for?"

"At the end of this year. Not too much alcohol as always, but because we'll be leaving next year."

"Why don't we keep the sentiments out of it?" asked Peter.

"No, I agree," said Sirius uncharacteristically, "Just for the whole grade."

"Why are we discussing this now?" asked Remus, "At a later time perhaps folks. I'm really sleepy."

Sirius slipped under his covers and stared at the ceiling of the dormitory.

His recent fight with his family had had little effect on him, to say the least. He had felt elated and free, and happy that he had left the house where he had been trapped for so long. The internal rebellion against his mother had stemmed from his liking of other people, no matter their blood status, the fact that they were muggle or anything else.

And besides, the Potter family had taken him in like the family he had never had. He had broken nearly all ties with his family – with certain exceptions.

Andromeda Black had always been his favourite cousin. She had now graduated, and was living with her exceptional boyfriend – Ted Tonks. Andromeda had incidentally been sorted into Slytherin house, whereas Ted was a Hufflepuff. It had been one of the strangest unions yet, and Sirius had laughed his head of when he first heard of it.

His uncle Alphard – source of great embarrassment to his family and hilarity to him, was also one of the remaining few he kept ties with. Uncle Alphard had always treated Sirius right and had imparted many pearls of wisdom to him, such as 'Drinking is the greatest pleasure of life' or 'Your mother is the strangest woman I have ever had the misfortune of knowing.'

While Sirius stared at the ceiling, a sudden random thought about the girl called June Leto struck him. She had seemed so overtly nervous. Such a Hufflepuff. Yet Sirius was sure he hadn't mistaken the shrewd look on her face when he scrutinized her.

Marlene Mckinnon was waiting as Lily and Mary changed. She herself was already in her pyjamas, and deep in thought.

"Hey Lily!" She called quite suddenly, "Whom did you share a carriage with?"

"The gits which call themselves the marauders," came Lily's voice from the bathroom.

"Ouch!" said Mary sympathetically as she pulled on her pyjamas, "You didn't kill yourself?"

"Remus handled them properly," said Lily as she emerged from the bathroom, he hair plated, face scrubbed, and pyjamas in place.

"Mmmhh," Marlene said non-committally, and stared listlessly at the room. "This is the annoying part of the year," she declared, "No gossip and nothing to do."

"How about studies?" asked Dorcas.

"They go by," said Marlene waving her hand airily, "So what do you weirdos have to declare? Tell me something amazing about your summers."

"I declare that Marlene is a batty gossip," said Lily immediately.

"I second that!" Mary quipped.

"I declare that you both have no class," Marlene sniffed, "All I want is information."

"I declare that Marlene's thirst for completely irrelevant information is weird." Dorcas said.

"And I declare that I have given up on you three." Marlene said resignedly.

"What do you want to know about our summer?" asked Dorcas with a shrug, "I spent a lot of time with Benjy. Nothing more."

"Whose Benjy?" asked Mary curiously.

"Benjamin. Honestly, what's wrong with you three?"

"You never called him that!" Marlene cried.

"I have called him that since first year!" countered Dorcas loudly.

"Oh aright! You always called you boyfriend Benjy, although evidence indicates otherwise." Marlene said.

"He's not my boyfriend." Dorcas said briskly.

"Keep telling yourself that," said Lily, and yawned. She jumped into her bed sleepily, and the other three also started falling asleep when she noticed one bed was empty.

June Leto. Where was the girl? Lily was too tired to look for her, but she would reprimand her in the morning.

It suddenly occurred to Lily, that there had always been five beds in the dormitory – something she had never given a thought to. That meant that June Leto had always been in their dormitory. Reluctantly Lily dismissed the idea that June was a student who hadn't existed before and appeared out of nowhere to kill them all.

But she still found the whole scenario strange. She wasn't sure if anyone was properly aware of the little golden haired girl.

It suddenly occurred to her that she didn't properly remember her face either. It was so forgettable. She wasn't sure if she remembered the colour of her eyes, or the shape of her face. The only thing she could properly place that she was blonde with short hair.

Lily frowned. She vowed to herself to ask the teachers. Teachers generally paid attention to the students.

Albus Dumbledore was walking the halls of Hogwarts while gentle snores emanated from nearly everywhere.

Albus Dumbledore was not a man who could generally be seen worrying, but right now worry line creased his forehead. He was thinking about the situation outside the school.

Although Tom Riddle had grown and prospered – if that was what you could call it – there were still somethings he didn't understand. And Albus was banking on those things itself to be his downfall. Dumbledore was a staunch supporter of love, and there was no doubt in his mind that it would ultimately triumph.

But Dumbledore was also worried that what he was banking on might just run out at the curcial time. The war had changed a lot people, and the war had destroyed a lot of lives.

The insides of the ministry were writhing in turmoil as Voldemort's supporters kept putting up anti-muggle campaigns. Cornelius Fudge – the minister of magic – was a nice man at best, but even Dumbledore knew that thought muggles contemptible.

And so the war had taken another turn – where no one trusted the rest. The old allegiances were fading, and people were turning on each other. Werewolves were biting children left right and centre – with Fenrir Greyback leading them.

Dumbledore was painfully aware of all this, even as he tried to hide the effects of the war from his students.

As Dumbledore passed the West tower, he noticed it was open.

Dumbledore climbed the steps swiftly and quietly – remarkable for a man of his age.

There was a hidden door that looked like a wall, which opened out to one of the most beautiful terraces ever seen. It was supported with gigantic arching pillars – which started thick at the bottom and became slender at the top. It was a dangerous place, but with a view in a million.

Dumbledore pressed the correct brick gently and opened the door softly. A tiny little figure could be seen sitting on the stone boundaries of the terrace staring into space.

Dumbledore shut the door again softly. He climbed down the stairs, and again fell in thought.

June Leto. He had always known her to be shy, but after her first two years at Hogwarts, she had turned practically invisible.

Dumbledore worried about this particular girl. She had unending potential. But she was scared of her own shadow.

Dumbledore wasn't sure if Minerva herself was fully aware of this brilliant girl in her class.

Another doubt slipped into his mind. What if he had been wrong in thinking the marauders might pull her out of her shell? He had seen to it that they were late in exiting the train (by locking nearly all the doors) and had made sure they ended up in the carriage with June Leto. He had been particularly delighted when Lily Evans had also joined the club. But he wasn't sure if this was going to be good for her.

But now the deed had been done. All Dumbledore could do was sit back and relax.

Meanwhile the case of James Potter and Lily Evans arrived in his head.

Although Dumbledore doesn't know what shipping meant, he did ship Lily and James.

"What can I do for those to?" he thought to himself. Lily Evans would be the head girl next year, and all well and good, and Dumbledore had thought about Remus for the headboy position, but an idea entered his brilliant brain, that changed the course of everyone's lives.

If James performed excellently – really amazingly – he could become head boy. If he became head boy, he would have to spend time with Lily. It could work.

Dumbledore smiled to himself as he thought about it. Students really don't need teachers interfering with their lives more than often. But, damn it all if teachers didn't know what was best for their students.

He remembered with a smile how professor Kettleburn had placed James Potter's parents together in class despite how much they fought.

June wasn't sleepy.

She stared into space with the stars twinkling like mischievous blighters – sharing secrets June didn't know.

The autumn wind blew lightly against her forehead, and for a minute June felt elated. She was someone else, somewhere else. Someone who could do anything they wanted, someone who was ready for whatever came. She was ready to sing, to dance, to make it rain.

But the moment ended, and June Leto slipped back into her skin, and although she smelt the elation in the air, she was sure she wouldn't be able to get a handle on it.

This little spot was her favourite in all of Hogwarts. Hogwarts had been a definite uplift from the Muggle school she used to go to, but being quiet all the time had made her distinctly lonely.

No one asked her what she was doing for the weekend, or how was she, or her opinion on anything. She didn't mind it any more but there was a time she had wanted attention.

But she wasn't going to think of that. The past was cold – colder than it ought to be for a girl of fifteen – and there was no point dwelling on it.

It was all one of her wishes in the wind.

Okay, I understand that this has a lot of annoying monlogue, but hey, you gotta get the boring chapters in somewhere! And as for the Albus Dumbledore thing – I have always thought he shipped James and Lily. He was the biggest shipper of us all! There is no other reasonable explanation as to why James became headboy! Pass the word around – Albus Dumbledore is a Jily shipper.