A million times late, I know. I'm sorry. But enjoy.

Michael Phelps and HeadAches

Disclaimer: Oreo, Rose, Gaby, Jas, all mine. I love them. Michael Phelps? Yeah. I actually wrote that part before all the pot miruana or whatever crap about the swimmer came out, so there's no hidden diss there. Same thing with Oreo, no racial whatever there, I nicknamed her that when I was like, 11 and I didn't know it was some kind of aweful insult. I just wanted to shorten her real name (Ororo) so made her enjoy the cookie that sounds kind of the same. Yes I named her Ororo after the X-men. I have a whole story about Mary on my HPFF account, StickOutFromTheCrowd. It's corny, but whatever. I realize this is all kind of drifting from being a disclaimer, so I'll get to the point. I don't own HP. There, I said it.

Enjoy.

Oh, P.S. A little language in this one, but I've upped the rating to T and am planing to take advantage of this, so expletive wimps, back out now.

"Mmph." Peter whimpered the next day at breakfast.

"I'll bet five gallons my headache is worse than yours." Remus huffed meekly.

"Yeah, well be thankful we don't have one like James." Sirius wheezed into his soup. Frank Longbottom strolled down and sat across from them having caught that last bit of conversation.

"I hope he gets better soon, he looked awful, could hardly get out of bed." he said brightly. The three marauders glared at him for his cheerfulness.

"What's got you all smiley? And by the way, he couldn't get out of bed, that's kind of why we're worried." Sirius said, promptly swallowing a spoonful of soup. Frank grinned.

"I've never understood how you eat soup for breakfast." he said vaguely.

"Frank, don't ignore the question." Remus said. Frank laughed and looked down embarrassedly.

"If you must know..." he started. "I... I saw Alice last night." Despite their headaches, the marauders heads snapped up. Of course, right after they groaned loudly, but then Peter got control of himself and managed to exclaim "Alice! Like, like Prewett?!" Frank got a dreamy look.

"Yeah. She flooed in the common room after her auror training. I've barely seen her since she graduated last year."

"Where did you go?!" Remus asked, astonished. "And how did she floo in? The fireplaces are watched." Frank grinned.

"She has her sources. We went to the Hogshead, ordered a pint to go and talked by the beach tree. It was fantastic. Beautiful." he said dreamily.

"Mate, you're whipped." Sirius said sympathetically, patting him on the shoulder.

"Wait till you get a steady lady friend Sirius." Frank replied omnisciently.

"Sirius?" Peter guffawed weakly. "He's never had more than three dates with the same girl at a time."

"Correction, Peter. He's never had more than three consecutive dates with the same girl." Remus smirked faintly.

"I resent -" but Sirius was cut off at that moment though, because Dumbledore had called their attention.

"I welcome the fact that so many of you are up this early on a Saturday!" he began. Sirius groaned.

"Why are we up this early?" he whined. Frank slapped him on the arm to shut him up.

"And this admirable tendency is the reason you are able to witness the sorting of a new Professor and student, who, due to an unfortunate accident, arrived later in this year. Please welcome them!" As he spoke, Professor McGonagal had emerged with a familiar raggedy old hat, closely followed by two people that made most of the grand hall gasp, because they looked incredibly familiar.

"S.B. Rettop, our new assistant Professor." Dumbledore said brightly of the young man who looked eerily like James as he was handed the hat. He put it on top of his head and the hat shouted "GRYFFINDOR!"

"And Honey Luna Rettop, out new seventh year!" Dumbledore grinned goofily, rather giving off the impression that he was confunded. Or drunk.

"GRIFFINDOR!" shouted the hat from atop the petite girl's curly dark red head. She trotted over to the table slightly moodily, but with a definite spring in her step.

"Hi, I'm Honey." her voice carried to the marauders as she warmly greeted the sixth and seventh year girls, sitting down with them while the newly sorted Professor Rettop looked at her forlornly from the staff table.

"She looks exactly like Evans!" Peter squeaked to his equally shocked friends. Sirius pulled out of his daze and gave Honey a critical eye.

"Oh come off it," he retorted. "they look kinda similar but she's a lot shorter and her eyes are brown. Look at Rettop! He's like James long lost twin!"

"I think it's just a coincidence." Remus said logically. "They have the same last name so they're probably related, and we know that will never be so between Prongs and Evans.

The others muttered a brief agreement. "I hope the owl post gets here soon," he added thoughtfully. "I wanted to see the prophet- oh! Like clockwork." because as he finished that sentence, hundreds of owls swarmed into the hall, and other students began milling in.

"You know," Frank said with his mouth full of muffin while a very aged owl dropped him some envolopes. "-thanks Izzy- speaking of the real Evans, where is she? Haven't seen her all day. Oh!" he exclaimed excitedly, looking at one of the envelopes. "This one's from Alice!"

"I dunno." Peter shrugged. Sirius paused for a moment, then looked over to where Honey had sat down with Lily's roommates.

"OI!" he yelled, and they stopped talking to look at him. "Where's Evans?!" There a hesitant silence and he looked them over. The seventh year gryffindor girls were very interesting to him, because they all didn't fawn over him like the rest of the girls in the school. Gabrielle was glaring at him, looking almost strenuously intimidating with her dark eyes narrowed into little canoes, set on buttery skin and framed by impossibly straight black hair split severely down the middle. She was sharp and snappy with people she didn't like, namely him, but she seemed very ... jolly, if not a bit sardonically so, the moment she was focused on anybody else.

"What's it to you Black?" she said sharply, like a crocodile snapping shut on an innocent fish.

"You haven't started harboring a top secret crush on Lily too, have you Sirius?" Jasmine chided. Jasmine. Now she was a completely different story. There was hardly ever any malice in her voice when she talked to him, and she knew them all fairly well because her older brother, Todd, had been on the quidditch team with them. But at the same time she freaked him out because she looked like a combination of him and Snape. A fairly nice one, but nonetheless. She had his grey eyes and his hair if his hair was much longer and curlier and glossier and a lot thicker... well, maybe she didn't have his hair. But definitely his eyes, they were always sparkling and laughing. Meanwhile she had a slightly less prominent version of Snape's nose, and Snape's thin lips, even though she wore dark rouge on them that made her look very quick-ass and at the same time very snoggable, because she had a mysterious and enchanting aura around her that everyone except her roommates seemed immune to. But she was a chaser, and a damn good one too. She applied for the spot after after her brother graduated two years ago. Still, any chance of her fawning over him? Not likely. She'd probably find it "degrading" or something to spend all her attention on a guy. Shame.

"She had an awful headache and couldn't make it down. Rosey and Mary volunteered to take her down to see Madam Pomphrey." Oreo said. As usual, he barely understood a word she spoke, but she sounded fantastic saying it. Oreo was tall and majestically graceful looking, like a giraffe lifting its head up on a grassy plain. Her skin was coal black but she had icy blue eyes, and long, thick braids with worn scarlet and gold wooden beads on the end. She and her family came to London from Africa when she was about seven and she had this incredibly awesome accent. All her words were deep and rolled assuringly from the depths of her throat. They always sound like music from some ethereal combination of a drum and an xylophone.

Of course, she was clumsy as hell. The girl could hardly go five minutes without knocking something over. And damned if he knew wether she'd ever looked twice at a guy. Even if she had, it probably wasn't him. So that was three of the six gryffindor girls.

Evans. Yeah, sure. Then Rose. She was an odd one. Blind, apparently because of some sort of gene in her system, it gave her a creepy good memory and sweet occlumency. And she took this potion to help her see, apparently even into the next room, or inside a closed box and stuff to the effect. Weird. Unsettlingly so. But back to the subject. She was definitely cute; short, pink asian-looking eyes, floppy, curly, bushy white-blond hair. But she was taken. Jasmine's older brother Todd? That's her boyfriend, still going strong. The pink pearl of her promise ring glinted on her finger.

Then finally Mary. She would never go for any guy whatsoever, because she got her heart broken and swore off of guys in fourth year. He didn't know the whole story, you'd need to ask the girls. Point is, NONE OF THEM FANCIED HIM!!!!!

"Oh my god!" Remus choked. Sirius, delving out of his muse, looked over at his friend.

"What is it Moony?" Frank asked anxiously.

"It's Voldemort." Remus said gravely. "His damn death eaters got Michael Phelps." A collective gasp went around the table. Micheal Phelps was the train driver that got them all to Hogwarts. He also just so happened to be Remus's godfather.

"Remus-" Peter started, laying a meaty hand on his friends forearm. Remus shook him away. He stared coldly at the paper. They all new that look. When Remus would not be shaken trying to force them to do their homework. When Remus heard about werewolf discrimination. When he had defended peter from the tauntings of Lucius Malfoy in second year. This was Remus turning stress and anger into steely resolve.

"Remus," Frank said sharply. A flash of dark red in his peripheral vision made Sirius snap his head to his side. "don't do anything you're gonna regret-" As Frank spoke, Sirius watched Honey Luna Terrop swing her legs over the bench and walk over to them. Remus banged his fist on the table.

"Fucked if I'm going to let this bastard start picking off my family. Michael was in a Muggle support group, that's why they knocked him off. My whole family is involved in organizations like that. I'm not going to sit idly by why some monster is rising in power and taking down any opposing belief in the process."

"Remus, isn't it?" All the heads turned to see the sturdy but tiny Honey standing in front them. Sirius groaned inside. Usually girls looked nervous when first speaking to them, especially if she had heard about them from a secondary source. They looked down and shuffled their feet and blushed.

Honey blinked at them expectantly, blush-free.

"I heard you talking about your friend. I'm sorry." She told Remus earnestly, a tremble in her lip. "I'm Honey."

"Remus, but you knew that." He answered. "This is Peter," He gestured. "Frank, and-"

"Sirius Black." Sirius said suavely, holding out his hand. Honey grinned and shook it, leaning in.

"Gabrielle told me to let you know I'm taken." She whispered like it was secret, even though all the guys could hear. She jumped perkily back to a normal sitting position. "And happily so." She added brightly. The her expression turned melancholy. "I'm sorry, you must be upset about the death of your friend."

"Actually, until you mentioned him, I had been pleasantly distracted." Remus murmured. "He was my godfather. Have you lost anyone yet to Voldemort?" Peter flinched. Honey's chin was rested on her laced fingers.

"My grandparents. My dad's godfather. My cousin-in-law slash god-brother's parents and his grandfather. My Uncle. My sister in law's mother. Friends." she paused. "And some people who were down right bastards, but didn't deserve to die."

There was a tense silence.

"That's terrible." Frank said. Honey shook herself out a slight reverie. She shrugged, not unkindly.

"I have a big family. Lots of friends. Lots of friends married into the family. We're in the middle of a war, we've been remarkably lucky death-wise." Then she smiled and shook her head. "Aside from all that, I'm going through a ruff time right now, but I don't want this to be a gloomy saturday." She stood up. "Anybody want to go running?" The marauders groaned.

"Actually, we sort of have throbbing headaches." Peter said. Honey grimaced appropriately, but there was a mysterious sparkle to her eye.

"Sorry. It was nice meeting you all, you'll feel better around nine. As for you're friend, well, he'll have to stay in bed." They blinked at her. She pinched her lips. "Better make that around ten. Do me a favor, forget I just said that." And then she turned and walked over to the third year Ravenclaws.

So......... DID YOU LIKE IT?!?!?!?! Next Chap, it's time for some character building, and a surprise visit from a character that went MIA this Chapter. I'm gonna post a quickie of this from the girls point of view, so check that out, you get to se Lily. Briefly, anyways.

Love Always,

-Mary