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James sat alone in the Gryffindor Common room, furiously scribbling out yet another paragraph in the History of Magic essay. The Centaur's Downfall in the early 18th century was not the most intriguing subject, especially when taught by the droning voice of Professor Binns.

The Head Boy and Girl only had to patrol on Monday's, Wednesday's, and Friday's. This Tuesday night, when he should be sleeping, James was working.

The fire was the only light illuminating the room, making it very cozy and hypnotizing James into a sleep like state. Padfoot had burned the first paragraph of his essay, proclaiming that any attempt at writing would be a "waste of his time", earning several "whoops" from fellow class mates as he stormed to his room. Peter followed in suit. Remus, of course, had already finished the essay.

In any other instance, James would've burned it as well, but there was some sort of moral obligation of being Head Boy, especially with Evans.

James jumped at the creek of the stairs. Someone was coming down out of the Girl's Dormitory.

He ruffled his hair, and quickly stacked his papers, expecting the worst.

"Oh," a quiet voice murmured. "'Allo."

"Adelaide," James relaxed, leaning back into his favorite cushioned chair. "Hi."

Adelaide, dressed in light blue pajamas, wordlessly glided over to the couch, where she sat cross-legged, leaning on an arm rest.

James looked around, a little awkwardly. "Couldn't sleep?"

Adelaide shook her head. "Bad dream." Her ice blue eyes stared deeply into the fire.

"Oh."

The sat in silence, and James returned to his essay.

"Are you working on ze Hiztory of Mageec?" She asked politely.

James nodded, running a hand through his hair. "I can't remember a thing from that class."

"'Ere," she said kindly, extended her hands. "We covered ze Centaurs in ze fifth year at Beauxbatons."

James blinked, shocked at his luck. "Okay," he sputtered, as he handed her his paper.

She pulled out a slender wand with flowers on the handle. With a graceful flick, James's quill began scratching in dates and events that he would never understand.

"Thank you," James said, truly grateful. "I would have never gotten that finished."

"Et is nothing," She gave him a tight smile.

"So, er," James said, wishing to go to bed, but not wanting to be rude. "Why did you leave Beauxbatons?"

Adelaide's smile faded slightly. "My parents thought et to be best. At Beauxbatons. . . " She faded, searching for words. "Zere are . . . bad people en charge. Zey did not agree with ze policies, so we left. Ze Deputy Headmistress, Madame Maxime is working from within to stop et, but et could be years before anything changes."

James furrowed his eyebrows, confused. "You mean corruption?"

"Corruption?" Adelaide repeated. "Yes, you could say so. My brozzer, Christope, wuz recruited, for ze Dark Lord. Et was like a career choice."

James looked for words to say. "I'm so sorry."

"Yes," she nodded, biting her finger. The scratch of the quill on the parchment and the crackle of the fire was the only sound. "One night, 'e attacked my father. My father won, though we 'ad to leave. We cannot return to France."

"That's awful," James said, truly intrigued. "In your own family. Did you consider, you know, the Order of the Phoenix?" James as carefully, in a hushed voice.

"Zey provided care for my family and me," she answered. "I am grateful. But I cannot fight. My mind . . . et is already 'aunted by what I 'ave seen. I could not 'andle any more."

James blinked. "I understand."

Adelaide silently nodded. "'Ere," she scooped up James's paper. "Et is finished."

"Thanks," James said, taking the paper.

"Of course." She silently walked back up the stairs, to her dormitory.

So, Voldemort had reached France, too.

"Remus. . . Remus. . . REMUS!"

Sirius slammed both his hands down on the table in the dining hall at breakfast, turning a few heads. Remus, who until that moment had been daydreaming, jumped.

"What?"

"I swear," Sirius said. "One girl, and suddenly you're up in the clouds." Sirius looked grimly at James.

James sullenly nodded back. "Not everyone can handle women like we can, Padfoot."

"Agreed."

"Well?" Remus asked, frustrated. "What was so damn important?"

Sirius waved a letter in front of Remus's face. "You completely blanked out when the post arrived. I got a letter from Dumbledore. About the Order."

Remus looked at both of them. "What?"

"Yeah," Sirius said, obviously pleased with himself.

Remus's eyes narrowed. "How do you know it's about the Order? The bloody thing isn't even opened yet!"

Sirius leaned forward. "See this seal? It's a phoenix. That, is no ordinary seal."

James thumped Sirius's back. "Go on then, open it!" Peter squeaked.

"Alright, alright!" Sirius carefully opened his letter. He began to read it aloud.

"To Sirius and friends, James, Remus, and Peter, who are undoubtedly being read this letter, or reading it over his shoulder," The friends grinned at each other. "It has come to my attention, through Sirius's constant letters-"

"You've been writing Dumbledore?" James accused. "Why didn't you tell us?"

"Someone had to do it!" Sirius defended, shrugging. "Now shut up, I'm trying to read!"

"It has come to my attention – blah, blah, blah, Voldy's growing strength, blah blah blah – Here we go! After careful consideration, I have selected you four to join, if you so accept it. Please write back to me with your decision. If you would be so kind not to tell anyone that you have been offered this position, I would be grateful. Signed, Professor Albus Percival Wulfric Brain Dumbledore."

The Marauders starred at each other for a few seconds.

"We're in!" James whispered, laughing. "We're in!"

They all started laughing, patting each others backs, basking in their luck.

"Well," Sirius said, smiling from ear – to – ear, "This calls for a celebration! Tonight!"

"Oh," James said, scratching the back of his head. "I have patrol tonight."

Sirius looked at James as if he had grown a few extra heads. "Blow it off mate, this is a big deal!"

James shook his head. "I can't blow off Evans!"

Sirius smacked his hand to his head. "Look mate," he said. "She's going to get on my last nerve if you put her before your friends."

"Don't say that."

"Don't tell me what to do!"

"Don't be an idiot!"

"Don't call me an idiot!"

"Shut up!" Remus yelled. "He's Head Boy, Sirius, we can go without him."

Sirius shook his head in disgust. "We've lost you, Potter."

"Bring me back a butterbeer, Black!"

He cracked a smile. "C'mon then, we've got Transfiguration!"

Lily carefully stacked her books on her desk in the Transfiguration room. Alice Queens babbled about something unimportant to Mary Abbott next to her. She had rested her head on her hand.

"Bored, are we Evans?" A drawling voice came from behind her.

She sighed. "What do you want, Potter?"

"Just saying hello."

"Well, you've said it, now go!"

Sirius came up behind James. "Oh, harsh." He winked at Mary, who practically swooned out of her chair.

"Shut it, Black."

"Irritable today, Evans?" Sirius said, clutching his chest. "Why, if I were anyone else that could've seriously damaged my self – esteem!"

Lily flicked back her hair. "Black, don't force me to hex -"

"Is that a threat? From the Head Girl?"

Lily rolled her eyes, as James sat in the desk next to her.

Lily looked at him crossly. "What?"

James pulled out his wand. "Just getting ready for Transfiguration, Evans." He said innocently.

Lily sighed again, as Professor McGonagall took her place at the front of the class.

Throughout Transfiguration, James practiced, occasionally sending a flyaway bird or bit of paper over to Lily's desk. She kept sighing, and making them disappear.

As soon as class ended, Lily scooped up everything she had and darted out of the classroom. James watched her, and ran an exhausted hand through his hair. She was a lot of work.

He waved the rest of the Marauders away, and they went. He tiredly began picking up his things.

"Potter," Professor McGonagall said from her desk.

"Yes, Professor?"

"I do believe," she said, frowning in sincerity. "Maturity is the best direction to go in when approaching Ms. Evans."

James's eyes widen in shock. Was Professor McGonagall giving him dating advice?

"Oh, don't give me that look," she said, irritated. "Evans might actually kill you if you continue with your tactic."

James slowly nodded. "T–thanks, Professor." James began to quickly walk out.

"And Mr. Potter?" She added, as he left.

"Yeah?"

"Quidditch tryouts are this Friday, please try to rally a good team."

"Of course, Professor."

Good advice from McGonagall!

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