Disclaimer: I don't own any lyrics for songs or anything that you recognise from the Harry Potter series, the only character I own is Joan.

'til it's over and then
It's nice and quiet
But soon again
Starts another big riot!

You blow a fuse
The devil cuts loose
So what's the use
Of falling in love'

Lyrics "It's Oh So Quiet" Bjork

Joan

I love it up here, the stars always shine down on you and remind you that you are just one tiny insignificant person compared to the rest of the world and the universe. I love feeling small and losing myself in everything around me. Its quiet again. Peaceful and quiet, no mean boys stopping me from doing my homework and calling me a hypocrite. It was so nice and quiet until he came marching in like a big brass band in that so completely annoying way that he does. Just because he doesn't do his homework and gets the grades with no effort it doesn't mean that he can disturb me! Its a well practised ritual. Every year I lecture James on not doing his homework and then on the first night back when I struggle to do 6 weeks homework in one night. You can also guarantee that at least one of the Marauders will disturb me. Then I hide up here, right on the top of the north tower where noone upon noone goes because its my spot and they risk a severing charm if they try to nick it.

I am surprised that noone has found me before, its not like the Marauders to leave someone in peace. Some people call them the heroes of Gryffindor, me and Lily, however hold different opinions. I took some crumpled parchment out of my back pocket and smoothed it on the cold cobbles that lined the floor. I placed one hand on it to make sure that it didn't go flying off last year while I pulled some ink out of another of my never ending pockets. I had left my wand in my dormitory I soon discovered when I found my wand pocket empty. I had just finished my second paragraph when the brass band himself barged through the door. He wasn't very sneaky, I could tell by the sound of his shoes on the stairs that he was coming. He looked mildly shocked that I hadn't screamed. I just bent my head down and attempted to finish this blasted essay. Why do teachers always do that? Set tons of homework over the summer when its called a holiday for a reason?

"So this is where you hide." Sirius stated simply looking around, he seemed mildly impressed for a moment. I looked him up and down, his eyes looked almost black in the light. He was wearing jeans and a loose fitting black t-shirt. He just stood there watching me watch him.
"Yes this is where I hide. How did you find me?" My tone was somewhere in between bored and annoyed. He raised an eyebrow at me with a grin on his face.
"Secret, my dear, secret" He told me in playful tones. Arsehole! my mind screamed at him. I really wanted to know how he knew I was here. Did he stalk me?
"You know you want to tell me" I said in a sugary sweet voice like all the other girls that drooled over him, they obviously hadn't seen him eat Sunday lunch. That was enough to put anyone off of him for life.
"No I really don't"
"Go on tell me" I half pleaded with him, did he know I was taking the piss? Yes he did if the frown he's giving me is anything to go by.
"Sod off." he growled, " It's not my fault if their all over me"
I laughed and shook my head.
"But you don't exactly stop them. Now honestly, how'd you know?" I asked sincerely. He looked at me warily, then satisfied that I wasn't being an ass he sat down leaning against the wall.
"I was watching you." He pointed at one of the stars in the sky then turned to face me, watching my reaction. Shaking my head, I used my free hand to smack his arm.
"Very funny" I hissed sarcastically at him. He pulled something out of his pocket and I recognised that it was my wand.
"Here," I took my wand out of his hand "You left it on the table, I found you because I thought you might need it" I was momentarily touched by his thoughtfulness. I smiled gratefully at him and turned back to my essay. And that was how we stayed until about four in the morning when I finally finished all my homework and Sirius half carried me back to the common room where I could at least get some sleep.

Lily

I woke up this morning after the strangest dream only to realise that it wasn't a dream at all. I knew it wasn't a dream when I woke up in my feather bed at Hogwarts and not my old lumpy bed at home. The dream was that Potter was Head Boy and that he was responsible, nice and didn't ask me out once. Not a normal dream at all. But at the thought that it was real shocked me. I rolled over and promptly realised when I hit the hard floor that I would have to get used to a smaller bed again. When I was 11 it was huge but as I've grown up the bed has shrunk. No doubt this year would be no better than last, if not worse, with more bruised butt than normal. What a fantastic way to start the year. Head Girl (Fantastic), Potter Head Boy (Not so fantastic), bruised butt (defiantly not fantastic and slightly painful).

I hobbled around to Joan's bed in a vain attempt to wake her up. When I pulled back the hangings I saw that she was still fully clothed. Groaning in disbelief I shook her hard but she only rolled over onto her side.
"Joan" I whispered and shook her again, still nothing.
"Joan!" I hissed more harshly and this time she cracked open an eyelid, the glare she was giving me was enough to kill but it was far, far too early in the morning for me to care if Joan hated me at that moment. All I knew was that she had to wake up and get ready for school, tough love some people call it and I'm a firm supporter in enforcing it.
"Sod off Lily" she groaned "It's not even daylight yet!" she rolled even further away from me. Why is Joan's bed so much bigger than mine? Do they accidentally give me a first year bed? Joan can just keep rolling and she has never once fallen off of the side in all the seven years that we've been here. Yet me? I fall out of bed every morning, literally. Some things in life just aren't fair.

It took nearly an hour before Joan and I were ready for breakfast, on the first morning back there's normally not that much to do but today the list seemed to be never ending. The great hall was buzzing with the sounds of gossip, cutlery and owls delivering messages and forgotten items.
"Morning Evans, Joan" Potter seemed eerily alert for this time in the morning, how can someone so young be so awake, it shouldn't be allowed. He fell into step beside Joan and me and tried to convince Joan that I wasn't mean by getting her out of bed this early.
"No, Joan, she's not trying to drive you into an early grave." He answered sympathetically and shot me an amused smile over her head. I frowned at him, noone should smile like that either. Another one of his many, many flaws.

They were still talking when the timetable were passed down the table, of course, seventh years came last as we had no options to pick. I groaned with horror when I saw my timetable.

Monday

9am Potions : Double, Professor Slughorn

11am Defense Against the Dark arts ; Double, Professor Richards.

I looked over at Joan's timetable and saw she had the same as me. Potter grabbed my timetable out of my hands. He smiled wickedly.
"Looks like we're going to be spending alot of time together" he smirked at me.
"Where's the others?" Joan asked him trying to draw his attention away from me before I could get annoyed at him. He looked at her briefly.
"They'll be down in a minute, Padfoot had a late night apparently." He picked up some toast and buttered it heavily. I glanced at Joan who shrugged her shoulders at me. I didn't realise that Remus had sat beside me and was looking at my timetable.
"If you want a peaceful year Lily," he told me " You'll have to be nice"
"Is that a threat?" I turned to him, Potter was silently laughing and Black was grinning. Remus smiled at me.
"Why yes Lily, it might be." he laughed while I scowled at him.

Authors Note: Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed the chapter. I'll update soon but if you review I'll update faster, lol.
Bye for now Carly