When Sirius woke up that morning, he laid in his bed and peacefully listened to the sounds of his best friends coming from outside the Gryffindor hangings surrounding his four-poster.

He could hear Peter's soft snores, and James's muffled breathing. He knew that unlike him, the other two wouldn't bother closing their hangings. He was the only one who had difficulty sleeping. For him there had to be no noise, and no light, before he could go to sleep. And he was always up early, for as soon as the morning light crept under his hangings he'd be awake. He couldn't hear the sounds he acquainted with Remus; deep breaths and the occasional sleepy murmur, or the sound of pages being turned quietly. Then Sirius remembered his werewolf friend was in the hospital wing, recovering from the recent full moon.

With one last yawn, he sat up and stretched, before pulling his hangings back to reveal the fifth-year boys dormitory. It was identical to the girls' dorm, apart from the fact that there were only two beds against each wall. Sirius knew that the currently clear stone floor would soon be littered with dirty socks, scraps of parchment, broken quills, empty inkpots, dirty clothes, schoolbooks strewn wildly around the room, the remains of snacks, and who knew what else. In the bed across from him Peter was clearly visible, flat on his back and snoring. The bed next to Sirius's at first glance seemed empty but messy, but when you looked closer you could see a lump under the covers and James's head pressed into the pillow.

Sirius sleepily grabbed his clothes and a school robe before heading into the bathroom. A short shower later and he emerged dressed and his hair brushed to find his roommates awake.

"Finally!" squealed Peter, dashing into the bathroom and locking the door.

"Morning Prongs." Sirius greeted James as he crossed the room to the window next to his bed. His friend just grunted back, black hair sticking wildly in every direction. "Weather's good. Can't wait to see how good your sister is on a broom."

"She's fantastic. It's a Potter trait we all have." James said, rummaging through his trunk. He was already dressed. "Where is it, where is it…?"

"Where's what?"

"My mirror. Aha!" James pulled out a two-way mirror. It wasn't the one he used with Sirius; this one was round and the rim was painted gold. It was also a good deal cleaner. "Morgana Potter" He spoke into it.

"Hey, why isn't ours all fancy?" Sirius said, jumping onto James's bed to look into the mirror.

"Because hasn't been the only way for me to see you since we were five apart from two weeks a year." James retorted, as Morgana's face came into view.

"Hey bro, you need to get a real mirror. Looks like you have a bad case of bedhead."

"Thank you for that advice." James said sarcastically. "See you in ten?"

"Sure. Oh, morning Sirius." She noticed him hovering behind James. "Bye." Her face vanished, leaving James with a normal mirror.

"She is right, I do have bad bedhead." James murmured, climbing off the bed to look for his brush. Sirius stayed on, frowning.

"Was that really needed?"

"Hey, it's a morning ritual. I cannot believe you didn't notice me talking to a mirror every morning for four years." James started to brush his hair as Peter came out the bathroom, dressed and showered.

"Remus noticed and told me. We just thought you were mad." Peter interrupted.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Sirius said, pulling his sneakers on. Peter just shrugged.

"Ready to go? Come on!" James pulled Sirius out of the room (His hair slightly neater) just as the latter grabbed his second shoe, causing him to be half-dragged down the stairs while trying to put on his shoe.

James stopped to let him put the shoe on after Sirius huffed indignantly at him, annoyed, at the bottom of the stairs.

When they finally got to the Great Hall, they found Morgana chatting with Remus, who looked a lot healthier.

"Morning." The twins said to each other at the same time. James plunked himself between Morgana and Remus. The other two sat across from them.

"Hey." Remus greeted them. "Room a mess yet?"

"Not yet." Sirius said, helping himself to toast. Next to him Peter was staring with avid fascination at Morgana and James. Both twins had a huge pile of scrambled eggs on their plates and were shoveling them down as fast as humanly possible.

"Pete, stop staring at them. They're twins, of course their going to be alike. And we've known since first-year that James and Sirius have never-ending appetites that will never be sated, just controlled. It stands to reason that Morgana has the same appetite as James." Remus said patiently, dumping sugar in his porridge.

"Right." Peter agreed, taking his eyes off the two Potter's and grabbing some toast.

"Potter?"

"Yes?" Both Potter's twisted in their seats to face McGonagall in unison.

"Miss Potter." Her mouth stretched into a rare smile. "I want to talk to you about your classes."

"Is there a problem?" Morgana asked, frowning.

"Not at all, Miss Potter. I understand that Salem has a different curriculum to Hogwarts, so if you are struggling with any classwork, I want you to know you can come by my office and I'll see what I can do."

"Thanks. I'm sure I'll be fine." Said Morgana, smiling. McGonagall passed the marauders and Morgana their schedules before moving on.

"Watcha got?" Sirius asked Morgana. He knew what the others had- all the same schedule, except for Remus who had a couple of harder classes.

"Same as James. We wanted to stick together." She told him. Sirius nodded and carried on munching his toast.

"Hey James, you like?" James looked at Morgana, before grinning.

"Awesome."

Sirius looked up, confused, wondering what they were talking about. Then he spotted Morgana's hair and he too grinned. The metamorph had changed strands of her hair to red and gold. They stood out noticeably against the black.

"Very gryffindor." Remus smiled.

"I don't want to change my appearance hugely" She explained, "I think it would be better for people to get to know my true appearance before I start changing it completely." Sirius thought that was a good idea- and it would be less confusing.

"So, how does it work- The metamorph thing?" He asked, curious.

"Well, I can pretty much change every aspect of my appearance. I don't make myself super beautiful or anything- I'm not that vain. But for most girls they just know what clothes will go together or which make up would be best. It's like that for me, just appearance wise. I pick a hair colour, or eye colour, whatever, and then I just know what features will go with it." She shrugged. "It's not a big deal for me."

"Well, I think it's an awesome ability." Sirius told her. "Imagine all the pranks you could pull! You could get people you don't like detentions, you could pretend to be a teacher, oooh, the possibility's are endless!" He grinned enthusiastically.

"I guess." Morgana frowned. "Anyway, shouldn't we go get our books?"

"You're right Mora. Let's go." James declared, leaving his empty plate and standing up, pulling his sister and Remus up with him. "Come on Pete, Pads."

As they walked, Sirius realized Morgana was trying to memorize the way, if her expression was anything to go on. "Don't worry, Prongsetta. If you get lost, I will always be able to guide you." He grinned wolfishly at her.

She huffed. "Please, I think I'd rather ask Remus or Peter than you. And don't call me that ridiculous nickname. Even if my animal counterpart was the same as James's, I'd be a doe, and therefore not have prongs."

"So you're an animagus then?" Remus asked her, beside him Sirius scowling.

"No. But I do know my form isn't the same as James's. We're not completely alike just because we're identical twins. Phoenix"

As she and James went into the common room, followed closely by Sirius and Peter, then Remus, a small black blur launched itself at Morgana. But before the ting kitten could reach her, James snagged him out the air in what seemed a well-practiced movement.

"Up the same tricks then Merlin?" James said, holding the kitten at eyelevel. Sirius could have sworn the cat scowled at him.

"Leave Merlin alone James." Morgana took her pet off her brother and headed up the stairs to her dorm.

Later, as they walked to their first class, Transfiguration, Sirius chatted with James about possible pranks they could pull. Morgana was walking next to Remus behind them.

"James," Morgana reached forwards and tapped her brother on the shoulder to get his attention. "Who's that?" Sirius turned around to see who she was indicating.

"That's my brother. Regulus." Regulus was walking next to another third year slytherin. "And next to him is our very distant cousin, Samuel Grey."

"Really?" Morgana asked, amused. "Grey? Black and Grey?"

"Really." Sirius snapped at her. He gazed over at his younger brother and cousin. Regulus looked just like Sirius, except his face was narrower and haughty, and he was shorter and skinnier. Samuel had the same longish black hair, but his facial features were different, as was his skin tone, which was slightly darker, and his eyes, which were a cold pale green.

He heard James hissing to Morgana that he was sensitive about his family, but ignored them. Sirius could only look at his brother and wish they had the same close relationship as the two Potter twins. They had only physically met two months a year since they were five years old, but they were still closer then Sirius and Regulus, two brothers who saw each other nearly everyday.

"Sirius?" He looked to see Morgana nudging his shoulder. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have commented about your family. My mouth runs away with me sometimes."

"Its alright," he smiled weakly at her. "James' mouth does the same thing."

"Constantly." Remus added.

"Ha ha! You're terrible at this!" Sirius was laughing like a mad man, and so was James on the other side of Morgana. The metamorph was struggling to turn her hedgehog into a pin cushion. On either side of her, in front of Sirius and James, sat two perfect pincushions, while on her own desk was a rather disgruntled hedgehog. Morgana had turned red with frustration. Literally, red. Her hair, skin and eyes had all turned a dark shade of red-orange.

"At least it lost some of its quills that time." Encouraged Remus, who was sitting at the desks in front of them. He then hastily turned next to him to help Peter, whose hedgehog's quills had just grown very long and were poking into the short boy's chest.

"Gah!" Morgana squealed suddenly, falling backwards on her chair, as all the quills on her hedgehog exploded in all direction. Most of the class got hit, apart from James, who had expertly ducked under his desk.

When he got up again, addressing the room at large he remarked, "She has a habit of exploding things. By the end of the week you all will have learnt to dodge."

"Ah, maybe you should sit the rest of the lesson out Miss Potter." McGonagall said to an embarrassed Morgana, whose appearance was now normal again. Blushing, she nodded as her classmates pulled quills out of themselves all around.

"Sorry Professor."

"Its alright. Just try to be more careful in the future."

"I will." Morgana promised, and without looking swatted a laughing James on the head.

"Hey." He protested, rubbing his head. "It was funny. I'm allowed to laugh."

"No you're not." Morgana told him, grabbing her shoulder bag and standing up as Professor McGonagall dismissed them, then she walked fast to catch up with Lily, quickly engaging the prefect in conversation.

The rest of the day continued with no mishaps, apart from when Merlin sneaked into their Charms class and attacked someone's head. Until after lunch, when on their way to potions, they ran into some nasty slytherins.

"Oh look, its our traitor cousin and his friends. I see he's gained another one. Or is she just `another of your conquests Sirius? She's kinda ugly don't you think Lucius." Bellatrix Black remarked to her sister's boyfriend, who was walking in between Narcissa and Bellatrix.

"She's the most hideous girl I've ever laid my eyes on. Perfect match through, they're both ugly and blood-traitors." He remarked, sneering.

"Shut it, Malfoy, Bella." Sirius snarled at them through gritted teeth. Morgana, on the other hand, drew her wand.

"Say that again, I dare you." She hissed at Malfoy, pointing her wand in his face. James was being restrained by Peter and Remus, who hadn't thought to restrain his sister.

"You. Are. The. Most. Ugliest. Human being. I. Have. Ever. Had. The. Displeasure. Of. Meeting." Malfoy spat at her, slowly and deliberately, leaning up close to her wand.

Before Morgana had a chance to hex him James broke free and launched himself at Malfoy. Both boys tumbled to the ground, fists flying. They both seemed to have forgotten their wands, and were rolling around on the floor hitting each other.

"Ha! You're so pathetic your brother has to back up your empty threats for you! He's so stupid he can't even remember he's a wizard and hex Lucius!" Bellatrix sneered, ignoring the fight going on next to her.

Morgana looked at Sirius, who looked back at her. "What? I can't hit a girl!" he said.

Morgana rolled her eyes and indicated the two fighting boys on the floor. "Help your best friend, idiot. Malfoy's two years older than him. I can handle Bellatrix." She turned to the Slytherin as Sirius dove into the fight and punched Malfoy on the nose. Neither noticed as Narcissa and another girl fled into the dungeons, while Erin O'Connor headed down the corridor.

"Ya wanna know why I was expelled from Salem, Black?" Morgana said, advancing slowly on the 7th yr. "They told me I had anger management issues after I broke one girl's arm and knocked out another's teeth when they insulted me and my family. When I refused to 'get help' they kicked me out. You really wanna keep insulting me?"

"I can take you on any day, Potter" Bellatrix told her, ignoring the twinge of fear she felt as the Gryffindor advanced. Her eyes had turned black with rage.

Just as Morgana started to cast the first spell her wand was snatched out her hand and a bang separated the boy's fistfight on the floor.

"That is enough!" Professor McGonagall snapped, as a pudgy teacher got several students to restrain the boy's. "20 points each from Gryffindor and Slytherin for fighting. 10points to Misses Grey, Black and O'Connor for fetching teachers. Bellatrix, Lucius, I would like to see you in my office. Miss Potter do try not to obtain the same reputation here as you had at Salem."

"Yes Professor, sorry professor." Morgana mumbled, her eyes lowered. As she grabbed her bag and tucked her wand behind her ear, a girl her age approached her and held out her potions book, which had fallen out.

"Thanks." Morgana said, looking the girl up and down. This must have been the Miss Grey Professor McGonagall had given points to. She looked like Samuel Grey, black-haired with grey-green eyes, so Morgana assumed they were siblings.

"I'm Verlene." The girl offered her hand. "I know Slytherins and Gryffindor are supposed to be worst enemies, but I think it's a load of crap. Anyway, we have to have potions partners, and since Lupin always goes with your brother and Pettigrew with Sirius because him and Potter aren't allowed to be partners since they blew up the lab in third year, I was wondering if you would like to partner with me?"

"Alright." Morgana agreed, as the two headed to potions together, the Marauders staring after them. "Be warned though, I tend to explode things."

"Its cool." Verlene told her as they sat down together. Morgana was pretty much ignoring her brother and friends. "I'm the best in the class next to Severus, so I usually pick a person to tutor. It could be you this year?" She offered. "It'll be easier as you're my partner..?"

"Sure! Its not that I'm bad at subjects- I usually excel to in the theory side of things, its just when it comes the practical that I go wrong. As in boom." She smiled, before quieting as the professor introduced himself as Professor Slughorn. She instantly drew a picture of a giant slug in wearing his clothes with a giant horn on his forehead on a scrape piece of parchment, balled it up and threw it at James.

He sent back a piece of paper with Ha ha. Why are you partnering with her? written on it.

I like her. She's nice. Verlene is going to tutor me so hopefully potions will not explode when I make them!

Me, Pads and Moony could tutor you! You don't have to befriend a slytherin just to improve your potions ability!

That's not the reason I'm befriending her! I like her James I don't care if she's a slytherin- she's nice, plain and simple.

They had to stop then because Verlene asked her to stir their potion as she got an ingredient from the supply cupboard . Morgana knew it was a bad idea, a suspicion confirmed when she found herself in the hospital wing after the potion exploded all over her and most of the class, causing more then half of the class to erupt in strange yellow growths.