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Chapter 7- Big Mouths

The school was talking about nothing but my dad for the few days after Halloween. I still hadn't told anyone that Ron's rat was actually Peter Pettigrew. The only people here who even know he's an animagus are me and Remus, and I doubt he'd believe me if I told him. The only way he'd believe me is if I showed him the Marauder's Map, that they made when they were in school, but since he's a teacher now that might not be such a good idea. I checked it the day after my dream and it confirmed my suspicions. I knew that was why my dad was so angry, and why he'd tried to get into the tower that night. He came back to kill Peter. I can't say I blame him, but I don't want him to become the very thing people think he is.

The problem now was that since the whole school was talking about my dad the chances of them figuring out I'm his daughter just increased greatly. Snape wasn't helping at all either, he was absolutely convinced I'd helped my dad get in the castle. It was especially difficult when we showed up for defense against the dark arts and Snape was substituting for Remus. I didn't need to ask why, but when someone else did Snape just replied he was feeling too ill to teach.

Guess what the topic was...werewolves. Yep, could he be any more obvious? I'd heard this was what the third years had learned about too. I knew Snape was trying to get people to figure out what Remus was.

"Why are we studying werewolves, we've already learned about them?" I asked him, pretending I didn't know what was really going on.

"Well, Miss Sanchez, if you must know, you need to review for you OWLs," he replied coolly.

The rest of the class passed by relatively calm, though we all found it pointless since we already knew the material. After class he stopped me.

"A word if you please."

"Yeah?"

"Tone," he chided. I rolled my eyes. After letting out a frustrated sigh he looked me square in the eyes. "I know you helped your father into the castle, but since I can't prove it I'm letting it drop. But that gives you no excuse to be insolent in my classes."

"Well, first off, this isn't your class, and you're holding a schoolboy grudge. Second, you're letting it drop because Dumbledore doesn't believe you. And last but not least, if I was helping my dad in the castle don't you think I would have given him the password to avoid getting caught?" I retorted. Snape looked like he would explode with rage, but he just frowned.

"Get lost before I give you detention!"

"Fine..." I said, and started to leave. "Snivellus," I muttered when I reached the door.

"WHAT?" he snapped, obviously hearing me.

"Nothing."

I could still hear him fuming from down the hallway.

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Dinner that night was the same as usual, though I noticed Draco Malfoy, one of the Slytherins in Harry's year, staring at me. I wasn't sure why, though I had a bad feeling.

When Fred, George, and I got up to leave we noticed Harry, Ron, and Hermione were almost done as well. We offered to wait for them, but they said they wouldn't be too much longer, and they'd catch up.

We were just outside the Great Hall when someone yelled out, "Hey Black!"

I stopped, and turned around to see the Malfoy kid staring at me. He had his two brainless goons at his sides.

No better than that scumbag father of his.

"So, it's true?" he sneered. "You are Sirius Black's daughter."

He'd raised his voice a little, obviously to get people's attention. Well, it worked. That caught people's attention, and now half the school was staring.

"Yeah, I am. Got a problem with that?" I shot back, with a smirk on my face.

People really started staring now at my confirmation. That's when the whispers started.

"Been helping dear old dad into the castle?" Malfoy continued in that annoying 'I'm way better than you' tone he always has.

"No, been helping yours try to bring Voldermort back?" I retorted. Malfoy paled a little, if that's possible, before scowling fiercely at me.

"Take that back, Black," he warned, advancing on me.

"Make me," I taunted. If he thought I was at all threatened by him or his daddy then he was very mistaken.

"Why should I? You'll end up like your father without my help," he scoffed. I took a few steps toward him.

"And what's that supposed to mean?" I asked harshly, my temper was starting to flair now.

"Well, it means that after the dementors give your pathetic excuse of a father the dementor's kiss, then you'll probably be the one murdering -" He didn't finish that sentence because my fist collided with his jaw, knocking him flat on his ass.

When his lackeys went to help him up he shoved them away, massaging his jaw. They started to advance on me, but one glare stopped them dead in their tracks. Malfoy got up, and laughed.

"That the best you got?" he teased.

"What? Want more, dear cousin?" The look he fixed on me was priceless, he was beyond furious. "What? Didn't mommy tell you?" I mocked, with a huge smirk on my face.

"At least I'm not the kid of a lunatic mass murderer," he retorted, venom in his voice.

That was it, the last straw. I sucker punched him again, knocking him to the ground. This time, instead of letting him get back up on his own, I got on top of him and kept hitting. Blow after blow. His face was covered in blood, so were my hands, but I kept hitting. People had crowded around us, and started cheering.

Two pairs of hand, I recognized as Fred and George, finally puled me off of him as teachers approached. They had to keep holding me so I wouldn't attack him again.

"What in God's name is going on here?" McGonagall shrieked as her, Snape, Flitwick, and Remus arrived in the center of the crowd of students.

"Ask Black," Malfoy told her icily as Snape helped him up.

The teachers actually showed shock for a second, but quickly composed themselves. They knew now what the fight had been about. I got my temper from my dad so they were well aware of what had probably happened.

"I see," McGonagall said calmly. "Well, Mr. Malfoy I believe you should have Madam Pomfrey take a look at your injuries."

"She's a raving lunatic, just like her father!" he said loudly, clearly so everybody could hear.

I went to lunge at him again, Fred and George let go since they knew it wouldn't be any use anyway, but Remus grabbed me before I could attack Malfoy again. He had only managed to grab me from behind, but still had a firm hold around my arms. I was fighting him, but he held on.

"See!" Malfoy spat. I wanted to wring the little prick's neck, and I fought harder to get free of Remus.

"Lexi! If you don't calm down you'll just be proving him right," he told me quietly.

I knew he was right, so I relaxed a little, but I was still breathing heavily. McGonagall noticed me calm down a little and turned to Snape.

"Professor Snape, would you kindly take Mr. Malfoy to the hospital wing and have Poppy check him out?" He nodded, and pulled Malfoy in the direction of the hospital wing, with his goons following closely.

"Now, everyone move along! Nothing to see, go back to what you were doing," she ordered. The students groaned, but complied. Fred and George shot me sympathetic looks as they headed to the common room. "Now, Professor Lupin, will you bring her to Professor Dumbledore's office? I'll meet you there."

"Sure."

When we'd reached Dumbledore's office, we were told to go on and have a seat. Remus was leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, and I was sitting in one of the chairs in front of the desk. Neither one of us had said a word to the other, either on the walk here or since we arrived. To be honest, I wasn't sure what was going through his mind. I was just starting to calm down, almost back to normal.

When the door opened again Dumbledore, McGonagall, and Snape all came in. I inwardly winced when they came in. Snape, of course, looked furious. McGonagall and Dumbledore, however, were wearing somber expressions.

"Well, I'm pleased to inform you that Mr. Malfoy shall be fine," Dumbledore informed as he sat down. "Now, would you like to tell me why you..." He furrowed his brows as he tried to decide how to word it.

"Beat the shit out of his face?" I supplied, only to receive three sets of raised eyebrows while Remus pinched the bridge of his nose as he shook his head. I just shrugged nonchalantly at their reactions.

"Well, I don't think I'd use quite such...colorful phrasing, but I guess it works," Dumbledore said politely. "So would you care to explain or should I go off what the teachers witnessed when they arrived?" Our gazes met, and I sighed, knowing I wasn't getting out of this explanation.

"He was being a stupid little git, and talking shit!"

Snape huffed, but Dumbledore just sighed exasperatedly.

"That may be, but that is no excuse for violence," Dumbledore said calmly, but firm. "Am I understood?"

"Yes sir," I sighed.

"Good. Now, you will have detention with Professor Snape for one month." I nodded reluctantly. "Very good, now you should head back to your dorm."

I nodded, and got up to leave.

"Oh, Miss Black try not to get into any more fights." I turned to look at him, a little surprised he used that name. "I assumed you would want to use your rightful name now that your secret is out," he told me, apparently seeing my surprise.

"Thanks Professor," I told him sincerely. He gave me a small smile and nodded.

A/N: Well, I hope you liked that chapter! Reviews are appreciated! I should have an update soon.