Disclaimer I: Oh my god! Shock! I have discovered that Harry Potter and all the things that come with it aren't mine!!!

Disclaimer II: I don't own the song Time Of Your Life. That belongs to Greenday.

Enjoy.

PS: Quite a lot of bad language in this chapter, sorry! Also "adult themes". Basically, I hope y'all are mature enuff to deal with a few f/n curses and that:)

"Another turning point, a fork stuck in the road
Time grabs you by the wrist, directs you where to go
So make the best of this test, and don't ask why
It's not a question, but a lesson learned in time"

"Time Of Your Life"

Jenna

'OK, OK! I'll tell you! I have the best news ever!' I told my band members.

'We're playing at the Christmas Ball! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!'

Andie joined in with my girlish screaming and we even jumped around. Daniel, Finn and Remus knocked fists (how manly) and rolled their eyes at us.

Daniel Day- gorgeous, tall and muscle-y, on the Quidditch team as a Beater, longish blond hair, green eyes and a girl-knocking smile. Gets strange moments of brilliance. Has a pumping sex life (apparently). On the drums.

Finn Digg- good looking in the boy next door way, lanky, killer musician, beaming smile, nerdy but somehow really cool looking square framed glasses. All in all a drunken fool with a comfy hand. On bass. (but he could also play drums, guitar and keyboard -music swot!)

Remus Lupin- best friend, not that tall, beautiful ash blond hair with brown shades in it, blueish greyish greenish eyes, secret songwriter, can knock shit out of someone if he wants to, can score goals like a pro if he wants to and basically I think I love him. On guitar.

Andie Black- gorgeous, short, slim, hazel eyes, at the moment- short blond hair with chunky streaks of hottpink, electric songwriter (when we write together, I swear, its superhott and we're just on fire) piano fingers like mine and an amazing girl. On keyboards and guitar.

'OK, the not so good news is that the Weird Sisters have also managed to worm their way in.'

There were collective moans and sighs around the small room. It was cramped from the full drum kit, piano, keyboard, guitars, parchment and general teenage junk crammed into the tiny space. This room we had stolen and allocated as band practice room was slightly roomier than the broom cupboards.

Some of us were surprised. Some of us were annoyed. Some of us were confused. Some of us were bitter-

OK, so there weren't actually that many of us.

'This is some sort of joke! The Weird Sisters are shit! Christ, they're younger than us! Their lead singer is called Summer fucking Lake, would you believe!' Dan exploded.

'She's an actual little bitch, you know. I was talking to her yesterday, and I said something and she laughs and goes: "No, you must be mistaken. I'm never wrong, being wrong is for people that open their mouths without thinking. People like that are sluts, because sluts have no brains. There's a girl in my year who had sex with her boyfriend, can you believe that? She's fourteen!"

She was pretending to be all shocked! Like she hasn't done it, the whore- and I was raging, Jen, cause you know-'

'Woooah, babe, I get you,' I cut Andie off swiftly before she revealed anything more. The guys were looking at her curiously and I changed the subject.

'Well, we're just going to have to be amazing. They're probably going to start with Listen 2 Ur Heart, so I was thinking we could start with some pure candy, like Kiss The Girl.'

'Yeah, yeah. But we need some slow dancing songs,' said Finn.

'Ohhyeah,' me and Andie said at the same time and Remus gave me the strangest look. Ohhshit! That's a Marauder word! And that one!

OK, let me say this. I am a Femme Marauder, a rip off of the Male Marauders, but I'm proud of it. We found out about Remus in second year, when they christened themselves and because Lily was fed up being pranked (and so was Andie, as a matter of fact) we became the Femme Marauders, female versions. And we do everything they do, except more subtly and bitchly. (See! We do make up some of our own words!) We're just like them, only prettier.

But anyway, back to the conversation.

'I was thinking Jenna and Remus should do a duet to Fall To Pieces,' supplied Finn and me and Remus nodded, smiling secretly at each other.

'And we do have our pieces of dancy shit- Truly, Madly, Deeply. Heaven. Boys Of Summer. Miracle. Poison,' said Dan, concentrating on cleaning his drums, shaking his hair out of his eyes.

'Yeah but they have Walk On Water, I Wanna Grow Old With You, God Is A Girl, I Turn To You, Everytime We Touch, Put Your Hands Up, Paris To Berlin, Object Of My Desire,' countered Remus, sighing and putting his hand over his tired face. 'And people know their stuff and like it 'cause they know it.'

'I've got it!' Andie cried out, scribbling down all our song titles Dan mentioned. 'We rock. Don't ever forget it. We'll play the dance stuff that people like and slip in our rocky punky poppy candy whenever the hell we like, ok? Which will be most of the time. Yes, baby!'

Andie and Dan knocked fists (how manly) and then I rocked them down to reality.

'So we need a list of every song we're performing, who's on what, and the times. Let's get cracking.'

'Ohhshit,' whispered Andie and Dan clapped his drumsticks together. Finn gave me the finger and Remus kissed me on the cheek.

'Thanks! I needed some love!' I said, glaring at the other three and receiving three sets of Vs in response.

'I hope Hogwarts is prepared- fairytale is gonna blow them all away!' announced Finn. Our band name is fairytale.

'I hope Summer fucking Lake is prepared! Her shining star singing days are over!' yelled Dan, smashing his drumsticks together. It's a habit of his.

Andie grinned evilly, and finished the conversation superbly, like she always does.

'Let's rock this bitch.'

XxX.

'And it's Sirius Black, what an idiot that boy is, I've been telling him for years but he still won't listen to me!'

The crowd roared with laughter as one as Sirius nodded to Dawn Jones's comment and scored a goal past Connor Davies, the Ravenclaw Keeper.

'10 points to Gryffindor, and now James Potter's streaking down the pitch, apparently looking for something, though I have no idea what…'

More laughter. It was a mystery to why James Potter had switched to Seeker, because he was an excellent Chaser, and an exciting and rumoured one at that. Still, the rest of the team consisted of the three Chasers- Sirius Black, Parker Bell, Darren Evan. Benjamin McLaggen was the Keeper. The two Beaters were Charlie Cousanns and JD Cleaver (who was the Team Captain). James of course was the Seeker. James and Sirius were the youngest on the team. The other guys were all 6th years. Together, they made a pretty formidable team. In fact, they were an amazing team but they couldn't replace the team they had when I was in third year.

Feryn Renny. Amber Donovan. Kristina Klass.

Souhila Sovern. Sandy Wyse.

Benjamin McLaggen.

James Potter.

From the three 7th years down to a single 3rd year, they were a spectacular team. Back then Quidditch was proper Quidditch, like can't see the Quaffle Quidditch, the throws were that good and people falling off their brooms and almost killing themselves. I actually have a feeling the Quidditch will be like that this year, because the teams have been re-shuffled and because all the teams are all boy teams (not discrimination, just skill and pure chance) competitiveness and ambition will be at all time high.

Amber, Feryn, Kristina, Souhila and Sandy were actually my friends, can you believe and they are off playing for a subsidised team (whatever that is). They were complete legends.

Anyway, I've drifted off. Back to the live action match that I'm missing right before my eyes. Oh, it's over. It's a tie? Oh my god. Both teams are looking severely pissed off, and its hormonal teenage guys we're talking about here! You think girls are bad? Try consoling a guy who thinks he lost a sports game. Thank God I don't have to do that.

I'm just going off to snog Remus now, because its Friday. And because I want to. And because I won't be able to tomorrow, because I'm going dress shopping. With my girls! But I have work at the diner first.

XxX.

My Mum and Dad owned a diner together, but six years ago, a very sad thing happened in my family. Dad… my daddy wasn't around anymore. That was the year Remus was bitten. His father was feuding with Fenrir Greyback, and I think mine was as well. My father was killed in a maddening rage, but Johnathan Lupin was punished by getting his youngest son turned into a werewolf. I don't know if Remus knows. (Obviously he knows about himself turning into a werewolf. I meant if he knew about who did it. I don't know if I should tell him).

But it was okay, for mum anyway, because Mike Carness came along and everything was rainbows and smiles. For a while. Last year everything went to hell, and I hate them both, and they punish me for what I did by making me work in the diner still even though they know I can't stand to be around all the fattening, greasy, calorie ridden, bad food. I don't think my mum really does want to punish me for what I did last year, but she can't help agreeing with Mike. She has to agree with Mike.

Mike's very authoritarian and he likes to have control and power. That's why whatever he says goes and that's why I can't quit working at the diner. Even though I have to breathe in fatty, oily, thousand calorie foods and listen to snotty, snobby people and cope with getting named Diner Girl and dealing with all the shit I get slagged with by Andrea and every other bitch and bastard in the school.

And it's worse, because as if its not bad enough hearing him hit her, I still had to listen to him doing my mum every other night. And contrary to the popular belief, he did not come into my bedroom late at night. But I hated the way he looked at me. The way he still looks at me.

Remus is worried. I can see it in his eyes as we turn away from each other to look at an inky sky scattered with stars. It's cold. We don't care. We can stand the cold after camp out nights in the treehouse and moon nights and sleepless nights and runaway nights. I don't have the energy to cry and I don't have the energy to tell him what I'm thinking right now, what I'm worrying about right now, what I'm scared of right now.

When I eat I feel like a failure.