Annnnnddddd here we go! Second chapter up, people. Bellatrix finally finds out more about the disorder. I really do hope I'm writing it correctly, but I also feel that my own twists for it may pop in here or there for this particular character as well. Not much more to say, except they you should please review here!

Anais knew that she would eventually have to face Bellatrix again since the older girl had showed her to her Potions class; they had struck up a bargain, and she would have to keep up her end of it. Especially if she didn't want to be cursed.

She just did not expect to be ambushed by Bellatrix during lunch, her sisters in tow, and Anais eyed them uneasily.

"Well," announced Bellatrix haughtily. "We've come to hear your little sob story. Let's get going."

"We?" Anais inquired, staring at her with a frown. "I agreed to you. Only you."

"No, I don't recall you saying so," the raven haired witch lazily put a hand on her hip, waving the other dismissively. "I recall you saying you would tell me, but you also didn't mention you wouldn't tell anyone else. Besides, I would have told my sisters everything, anyway, and I'm sure you'd rather explain yourself than have me possibly incorrectly parroting you, wouldn't you?"

The brunette narrowed her eyes. "You also said you wouldn't use it against me."

"And I'm not. My sisters, however, I can make no promises for. Now, are you going to hold to your end of the bargain, or do we have to...persuade you?"

The tip of the wand flashing from beneath Bellatrix's sleeve was enough to make Anais sigh, stand, and follow the three witches from the Great Hall; Reynard and Sam, who had noticed the exchange from their own tables, hastily followed.

Idiot, Siana cursed. You couldn't have just cursed her and run? Found class on your own? She's mad, mad, I tell you! Have you no sense? C'mon, just let...me...out! I can handle this!

There was a throbbing beginning around her temples from the rant and the obvious pushing her alter was using in order to be able to take control, but Anais blocked her out as best as she could, thinking, No. Let me tell them first. Maybe I'll let you out, if only to...demonstrate. But you've got to behave. We'll discuss this after I tell them.

She could feel an arm link through hers, and Sam quirked a brow at her; on her other side strolled Reynard, mirroring the look, but with the opposite brow. The two were obviously curious.

"What are you doing here?" Bellatrix demanded, noticing the two sixth years who had entered the empty classroom. She did not look happy.

"If you can bring your sisters, Anais can bring her cousins," Sam informed her, narrowing her eyes. "Forgive us for not trusting you alone with her."

"That's fair," said Andromeda Black before either of her sisters could speak. She tilted her head. "I wouldn't, either, if I were you. Cautious is good."

"Yes, yes," Narcissa Black dismissed. "Everyone is here. Now, may we hear the story, or not?"

"What?" Reynard asked with a frown, glancing at his cousin. "What did you do?"

"She bargained with me," Bellatrix rolled her eyes at the boy. "Else she wouldn't be here, ready to spill her secrets. I showed her to class when she was lost yesterday instead of cursing her, and she's giving me information on this disorder of hers you were so secretive about."

Sam, too, frowned. "But why do you want to know?"

"Because I'm curious!" snapped the older witch. "Now, allow the girl to tell the tale so I can sate my curiosity and move on!"

Reynard glanced at Anais, clear as day silently asking, Are you sure you want to do this?

She only offered him a small nod and turned to face the three Slytherin witches.

"I have Dissociative Identity Disorder," Anais's voice could be heard clearly by everyone, soft as it was, for they had all fallen silent. "Or, rather, what you could say is that I have another personality. Some people have multiple...their alternate personality can have an entirely different background, name, gender, and etcetera, and typically springs up after some form of childhood trauma. I have had it since I was eight years old, when…" She swallowed, feeling as though she had been punched in the gut and had a knife plunged into her head all at once as screams echoed through her head. Whether it was she herself remembering or Siana, she did not know, but she flinched nonetheless and pressed a hand to her temple, rubbing it. She ignored everyone's stares. "When my parents...well. That. I was there—heard it, saw it. As I grew, I heard a voice that wasn't my own in my head, and when I was eleven, Sam, Rey and I all got together and went through every book we could find. We found it in a muggle one, and then along came Siana. I finally knew she was there, and why I couldn't remember things sometimes; it meant she had taken over, and that I was pushed to the background. It frightened me terribly, hearing a voice and feeling emotions that weren't my own sometimes. I didn't like the idea of there being an entirely different person inside of me that was, somehow, still a part of me. But I dealt with it, with the help of my cousins, and Siana and I are on fairly good terms, though we bicker often sometimes over different opinions and likes."

"Sounds like something from a fairy tale," Bellatrix drawled, uncaring, seemingly. "A dark one, but still a fairy tale. A voice in your head? Another person in your mind? You're sure you're not just possessed?"

"Positive," Anais regarded her, and she winced again when Siana suddenly broke free, all but screaming in her mind, Let me out already, stupid! You said I could face them, and now is the time it should happen! The brunette shut her eyes tightly, murmuring to herself, "If you want out so badly, fine, then, but please...behave."

And then, there was a tug at her conscious as Anais Malraux slipped away, and Siana opened her eyes.

~~~xxx~~~

Sam knew the minute Anais began to mutter to herself that something was bound to happen; sometimes it was hard to tell, but times like this, she just knew.

She, of course, was right. The moment Anais's violet eyes fluttered open and her hand dropped from her temple, it was obvious; her entire stance had changed. Her normally relaxed stance had straightened to a defensive and proud one, shoulders back and chin up, those unique eyes of hers blazing with an inner fire Anais herself hid away from the world.

It had manifested itself in Siana, who was everything Anais was not, who had lived through the murders of her parents, but had not been rescued as Anais had; no, she had been alone from then on and survived on her own. Or, at least, that was her past, according to both herself and Anais. It was something of a different outcome, something of a, "What could have happened," as opposed to what did.

Sam knew she would have to watch this interaction carefully; or, rather, she and Reynard. They were something of protectors for their cousin as well as supporters. They kept Siana from completely losing her temper and doing something that later Anais would move to regret, and even made sure that Anais did not do anything that Siana wouldn't like. Well, tried. That did not always work, but the two sorted it out on their own more often than not, for which Sam was thankful. Being the mediator between two people in one body was hard—she had tried before.

"Y'know," Siana remarked, glancing back at Reynard and Sam; that was another thing. Her voice. It was small differences no one else would notice, but her voice was at a slightly higher pitch than Anais's, was louder, and their manner of speech differed slightly, even. Sam had picked up on these things over the years. "If you'd have let me at her on the train, we wouldn't be having this problem."

"If we'd have let you at her on the train, we'd all have a bigger problem," Reynard reminded her. "Or be dead."

His uneasy glance was cast at the Black sisters, all of who were watching with strange expressions on their faces; Siana only shrugged and turned to face them.

"Woulda been worth it. Now, where were we? Oh, yeah!" The smile she directed at Bellatrix was rather sardonic. "Possession. It's not possession, and she's not a liar. I'm just as real as anyone else here, mate. Learn to think."

The Slytherins were studying her hard, and the brunette raised her eyes to the ceiling and clasped her hands behind her head, her message obvious: I'll wait.

"You're really a different person," stated Narcissa, narrowing her eyes at the girl.

Siana's smile was, perhaps, not quite as sarcastic this time. "Right in one."

"But yet, you're not."

"Uh huh."

"You're a manifestation of everything Malraux is not and will not allow herself to be, spawned from the mental and emotional trauma she suffered in her childhood. You developed a conscious of your own and became real."

The brunette actually full on grinned, moving a few steps forward, and began to circle the blonde witch, looking her up and down. She finally came to a halt before the Black sisters; Bellatrix eyed her warily, wand in hand, and pushed her sister back a bit.

"I like you," Siana pointed at Narcissa. "You get the most of it. Least you're smart. Unless that one," she gestured to Andromeda. "is just listening. Guess she probably is, though, else she'd have spoken more already. Reminds me of my sweet, sweet little host." Her eyes flickered to Bellatrix. "You, though...I don't like you. You've probably got something and everything to do with our family's death, or your family does. I reckon you're one of those sadistic ones who support that Lord Voldy-whatsit and his hatred of muggles and the like."

"And I reckon," Bellatrix mocked her, though she had an edge in her voice that made Sam reach into the pocket of her robes; from the corner of her eye, she saw Reynard doing the same. "that you'd do well, whelp, not to speak of things you don't understand. You know nothing of me, or my family, and if you say another word I shall cut out your tongue!"

"Do it," Siana looked positively delighted at being able to rile the witch up. "Please. Do it."

"Siana," Reynard whispered frantically. "Stop, alright? This isn't helping, she's not looking happy…"

"Because she can't handle the truth." Nevertheless, Siana rolled her eyes and groaned when he locked his free hand around hers and tugged her toward their side of the room. "Ugh, yeah, yeah, I get it, I need to shut up because she might really cut my tongue out."

"You wouldn't be able to handle not talking, anyway," Sam retorted, and Siana kicked her in the shin hard; the blonde winced and scowled. "It's true, though."

Her cousin merely scrunched her nose and looked away, not replying, though she knew that she had won.

"Are we done here?" Sam turned to Andromeda, Narcissa, and Bellatrix, who looked more than a little annoyed. "You got what you wanted. You can leave us be now."

"Yes," Bellatrix hissed. "We're done."

She swept from the room, sisters in tow, stowing her wand away as she went.

Reynard and Sam exchanged looks, lowering their own wands, and Siana began to laugh hysterically.

"Psycho," Sam flicked her ear.

Siana stopped laughing abruptly and tackled her.

Reynard only sighed and sat down amidst the grunts and yelps from his cousins; it was best to just wait it out in situations like these.

~~~xxx~~~

Siana mumbled under her breath as she exited Transfiguration, wondering why on earth she had forced Anais back during the class.

Oh, wait, she thought sourly to herself. Because Anais said there would be actual work being done, not writing notes on parchment. Stupid girl.

Unlike she would have been in this situation, Anais was quiet. That was alright with her—she did not enjoy the headaches from the rare times Anais did get well and truly mad at her when she took over. They were irritating, and she didn't like them a bit.

Considering she didn't like them, though, Siana knew she did it to Anais quite often. It was mean, sure, but it wasn't like she was doing it for that reason; no, she was just a vocal personality who didn't like being pushed to the back and made to sit quietly.

Anais was the observer, Siana the...er, well. She was the doer. She did things, acted on them. Anais was content to sit and watch and listen; though, that was what often gave Siana incentive to do the things she did, because Anais had gotten proof for her in her watching.

They got along better than others in their situation, she knew. Sure, they annoyed and belittled each other, but that was nothing out of the ordinary. Sometimes, when Anais was bored, Siana would think of things that she found particularly amusing and send them to the forefront of their shared mind, making her host laugh aloud and gain strange looks. Not that she cared, though.

No, they certainly did not hate each other, and while they might not work as great as if they were a well-oiled machine, they made things work out. They were almost like…

Like twin sisters, Siana triumphantly came up with. Except, twin sisters who share the same mind, body, and soul, but have two completely opposite personalities and backstories.

You're mad, Anais grumbled to her. Tell anyone that, and they'll ship us off. Only the muggles would really get it, and I hear they use shock therapy or something for people like us.

Ah, shut up. The alter waved a mentally dismissive hand. Where's the Great Hall again? I want to bother Sam some more.

Of course you would. It's right around the corner, you buffoon.

"I resent that," Siana muttered, though she only felt mildly offended as she turned left as instructed and made her way down the corridor, intent on getting to the great hall. However, she was stopped when she bumped into something and fell hard on her back; when she lifted her head, (cursing in such a way that if a professor heard, she would surely lose points) there were four boys sprawled out on the ground in front of her.

Two had black hair, though one wore glasses; the third boy had sandy brown hair, and the third, a dirty blond. They were as different as any boys could be, and the two dark haired ones were swearing to themselves, the one with glasses clutching a shimmering cloak in his hand.

Gryffindors, came the realization from Anais, who was obviously struggling to focus from her place on the inside, unable to do anything but watch. With an Invisibility Cloak!

Siana thought, selfishly, if only for a moment, that now she would see what it felt like.

They were indeed Gryffindors, however, the entire lot of them, and they were certainly in possession of an Invisibility Cloak.

Siana reached out suddenly and snagged it, tugging hard and wrenching it from the grasp of the boy with the glasses; his hazel eyes widened in shock, and he reached desperately for it.

"Give that back!" he cried frustratedly. "That's mine!"

"And you bumped into me," Siana shot back, standing. "Apology first, demands later, moron."

He stared at her, jaw clenched, and then sighed and held out a hand as they all scrambled to their feet after her. "James Potter. This is Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, and Peter Pettigrew. I'm sorry we bumped into you, alright? Kinda hard to see under there with four of us. You won't tell, will you?"

"Siana Malraux," the brunette knew that using her name was something she probably shouldn't be doing, but she was definitely not Anais and though the other girl (or the same girl?) was the host, she was not the only one in the body. "And I won't tell."

The boy looked relieved and reached for the cloak. "Great, then just—"

"But you don't know that," Siana could not stop from smirking. It was actually rather fun playing with this boy, whose eyes lit up with irritation when she did not hand the cloak over immediately. "I could tell anyone I wanted to, hand it in to a professor…"

"Ah, but you forget," said Sirius Black casually, twirling a wand between his fingers. Siana knew where she had heard the name before, now; the Black sisters. They shared some of the same features, not enough to be siblings, but perhaps cousins. "There are four of us, and one of you. If we really want it, we can take it. But, I'd really rather not have to curse such a pretty little head as yours, you know. Perhaps we can simply have it back and be on our way?"

"Not a chance, silver tongue," Siana drew her wand; or, rather, Anais's. Anais had the other wand that had chosen her alter stashed away in a drawer in their dormitory and had forgotten to pick it up this morning. The wand currently in her possession would not work perfectly. "You'd better back your bloody arse up before I send you sailing."

"Are all Ravenclaws this hostile, Remus?" The boy let out a bark of laughter and glanced at the sandy haired boy with the scars, Remus.

"Only if all Gryffindors are this stupid," the Ravenclaw (oh, how she wished she were a Gryffindor still) smiled sweetly and jabbed the wand at him.

The boy, Sirius Black, fell back onto his bottom and skidded a few feet; when he stopped, his mouth was open as he stared at her.

"Here," Siana tossed the cloak to James. "Take it. Next time, watch where you're going. Oh, and you owe me a favor now."

"A favor?" Remus asked, watching her carefully. "What kind of favor?"

She shrugged. "Dunno yet."

"And I thought your name was Anais?"

Siana felt a jolt inside and hastily replied with, "Don't forget about that favor, Remmy-boy. Now, I've gotta get some lunch. See ya around!"

With those words, she turned and bolted, Anais mentally cursing her all the way.

~~~xxx~~~

Reynard reclined back against a tree beside the Black Lake, watching as Sam lay with her head in Anais's lap, the other girl braiding her hair. They had been out here for about an hour, speaking and generally playing around, and it was nice. They had not had a moment like this since two weeks ago, after their arrival.

"I don't particularly remember meeting them," Anais was saying to Sam, finally stopping with the braids and instead absently began to run her fingers through the dirty blonde locks. Their cousin hummed in appreciation. "The Marauders. Siana must have, sure, and I remember snatches; thinking, Gryffindors with an Invisibility Cloak, hearing their names, remembering a couple fuzzy faces. Their voices are implanted in my head, however, and that's how I know it happened. That Remus boy, I remember him questioning why Siana didn't introduce herself as Anais and she bolted."

"Bloody hell," breathed Sam, before closing her eyes and humming in appreciation as the other girl played with her hair. It was relaxing for her, Reynard knew. "We've told her time and again that she really shouldn't do that…"

"It's not like she'd listen," Reynard remarked, fiddling with the hem of his shirt. "She's too stubborn. I mean, she's never particularly liked listening to our advice, anyway. If she wants to introduce herself as she is, then she will. It's as simple as that, just like I'd introduce myself as Reynard Renoir, she would introduce herself as Siana Malraux."

"Rey, she's a basket case sometimes, you've got to admit," Sam opened one light green eye to peek up at him; he glanced down at her, his own dark eyes twinkling with amusement.

"Yes," he admitted. "But she's our basket case."

"Anais is our brainiac," Sam shut her eye and reached over blindly slap Reynard on the knee. He flicked her on the forehead, and she opened both eyes this time to glare at him. "Hey!"

"Hey," he grinned at her. "What were you saying?"

"I shouldn't tell you, now," the blonde turned her head away, harrumphing.

"Come on!" the boy leaned over her, attempting to poke her cheek, but nothing seemed to be working. "I just want to know what you think I am!"

"You were mean to me!"

"I flicked you!"

"It counts!"

"Shut up," Anais chuckled, and Reynard and Sam both peered over at her. Her hands had removed themselves from Sam's hair, and she leaned back on her elbows to regard them amusedly. "She was going to say that she's the powerhouse and you're the protector."

"The basket case slash brainiac," Reynard mused. "The powerhouse, and the protector. No question as to who's who."

That was true. Siana had a few screws loose, so to speak, though it was not obvious most of the time, and Anais was indeed very intelligent. Sam herself was truly the most powerful of them all in sheer magical strength, and Reynard, though not the smartest or the most intelligent, was very quick and clever and would stop at nothing to protect his cousins, though not perhaps in the most obvious of ways. It made sense.

"Sounds like something from a movie," Sam laughed. "We can be a group, like those Marauders."

"I like that idea," Anais suddenly grinned, eyes alight, and Reynard stared at her, wondering when she had gotten so loud, when it hit him; Siana. However, she was gone as soon as she came and Anais blinked, before the grin toned down to a smile and she relaxed back into the grass as though it had not happened. Perhaps she was just ignoring it. "I like it as well. Siana suggested we call ourselves the Rogues. Interesting idea, isn't it?"

"Yes, actually," Reynard ruffled her hair, and she rolled her eyes and leaned away. "Rogues it is, right, Sammy?"

"Shut up, Rey," said Sam, and slapped his shoulder. "Don't call me Sammy. But, yeah, it sounds just fine by me. Not like we aren't a bunch of outcasts, anyway."

It was true. They did not bother talking to many other people in their houses, not often, for they were already all too close to bother making other friendships at the moment. Besides, who could be friends with them and accept their terrible (not to mention unlucky) pasts and Anais's condition?

Well, he mused to himself. It's not like it matters, anyway. We have each other, and for now, that's all that matters.

And that was how the Rogues came into existence.