Chapter One

You treat me just like another stranger,

Well, it's nice to meet you, sir,

I guess I'll go, I best be on my way out,

Ignorance is your new best friend,

Ignorance is your new best friend.

'Shut up.'

'Don't tell me to shut up! I'll shut up when I want to shut up!'

'I said; shut the hell up, Potter!'

'Or what? Gonna dock points?' A sly smirk dawned upon the raven haired, bespectacled boy. He folded his arms in a satisfied motion, but secretly, he was slightly afraid of the prospect of what might happen next. His gaze was immediately met by a deathly glare of blazing green eyes.

'What an excellent suggestion, asshole. Or maybe, I should just hex you into oblivion!' A wand was thrust threateningly into James' face. He jumped back, glancing cautiously between the angry face staring at him and the wand pointing menacingly towards him. There was a bark of mocking laughter, and Evangeline cocked her eyebrow tauntingly. 'What? Is big, arrogant, James Potter scared? I never thought I'd live to see the day,' she mused, pocketing her wand and smirking jubilantly.

'Piss off, Evangeline,' James muttered, and brashly brushed past her towards the nearest door onto the train.

Evangeline turned and watched as he stalked onto the train. She made a face of annoyance and rolled her eyes. She had never thought that he could possibly act worse than her when she was PMSing – clearly she was wrong. Ever since she had got her Prefects badge over the summer, he was either mocking her or ignoring her completely. After pondering on the thought that maybe her brother was experiencing the more complex stage of menopause – which made her chuckle to say the least, she began to make her way towards the compartment door of the train. It didn't take her long to find the Marauders' usual compartment. It was already occupied by James who was sitting stiffly staring at the other side of the compartment; Remus and Izzy who were sitting closely conversing quietly with one another, occasionally glancing towards her sulking brother; Peter who was in the corner fidgeting with the tassel on his coat and Sirius who was lounging across most of the seat, his feet up against the wall of the compartment and his eyes shut – clearly catching up on sleep.

Evangeline slid open the compartment door and immediately she was greeted by friendly smiles, with the exception of James who was still in a mood and Sirius, who hadn't bothered to open his eyes. 'Well, it's nice to know that people are glad to see me,' she said, loudly and clearly but in a slightly sarcastic tone as she made her way into the middle of the compartment, sliding the door closed behind her.

'But we are glad to see you – I'm just tired,' Sirius replied sleepily, covering his mouth as he yawned. 'It's not my fault you kept me up all night,' he smirked mischievously. There was a grunt from the other side of the compartment; James was clearly not amused.

'In your dreams, Black,' Evangeline said, setting herself down beside Izzy before glancing over at Sirius who had sat up and was staring at her incredulously. She smiled innocently, 'What?'

'What did I do to deserve being addressed on a last name basis?' Sirius questioned her, clearly anticipating an answer. 'I mean … –'

'I just decided I hadn't called you it in a while,' Evangeline replied simply, raising her hand to investigate her nails. 'I was being … unpredictable.'

'But –'

'I thought you liked me being unpredictable … and spontaneous and … adventurous,' Evangeline stated slowly, staring rather provocatively at Sirius who's eyes had glazed over. 'Don't you, Sirius? Because, if you don't – '

Sirius' eyes widened, 'Oh no – I do. Seriously. I do,' he said, determined to convince her.

Evangeline grinned, 'I thought so.'

Suddenly, and very indiscreetly, Remus began coughing rather artificially and everyone in the compartment could ever so slightly make out the word, 'whipped,' in the midst of it. Sirius rolled his eyes and leant back, 'Yeah, yeah. Whatever, Moony. Like you're not. I know for a fact that Izzy wears the trousers in your relationship. Am I right, or am I right?'

'You're wrong,' Remus snorted.

'That wasn't one of the options!'

'So.'

'What do you mean so?'

'Have I walked into the wrong compartment, or have the entire lot of you just become even more immature than last year?' A voice came from the door of the compartment. Everyone looked up to see none other than Lily Evans standing in the doorway, her eyebrow cocked and her hands on her hips. James sat up, staring longingly at the pretty redhead. He ran his fingers through his hair, making it even more untidy than what it had been. He opened his mouth, about to speak but was abruptly cut off by Lily. 'Don't speak to me, Potter. I don't want to hear it. Just … don't even attempt to speak to me,' she said, looking away from his pouting expression.

'But Lilyf –'

'Button it, Potter,' Lily spat, it was clear that she was still miffed about what had happened two months ago after the OWL's had finished or, she had forgotten about attempting to be nice to James if he wasn't as big-headed. Either way, she wasn't letting him get a word in edgeways.

'How about I unbutton it instead, Evans. You know you want me to,' James said, lusting over Lily as she stood rooted to the spot, angered at the disrespectful, and rude statement that he had just uttered.

Lily spun on the spot until she was glaring down at James. 'You – You're despicable and … so, so disrespectful, Potter. Why don't you just grow up?!' she screamed angrily, though her green eyes were shining; obviously she was upset. She breathed in deeply, calming herself before turning away from James, but she stopped and glanced back. 'And don't ever suggest anything like that again,' she said forcefully. The entire compartment was quiet as Lily retorted to James' brash comments, and remained silent as Lily sat herself down beside Evangeline who grabbed her best friend's hand consolingly. She glanced sidewards at the redhead with an apologetic expression. Through all the commotion, no one had noticed that the train was well and truly on its way back to Hogwarts; the countryside was speeding past out the windows of the train.

It was about twenty minutes after James' and Lily's dispute, and small conversations occurring in the compartment, that Lily suddenly jumped to her feet, a cheerful smile on her face. 'Remus, Prefects meeting,' she said simply, walking towards the door of the compartment. Evangeline remained oblivious to the fact that she also had to attend this meeting. Once Remus had got to his feet, and had walked towards the door of the compartment where Lily was waiting for him, he glanced back, staring directly at Evangeline.

'What? Is there something on my face?' Evangeline asked confusedly, raising her hands to her cheeks and feeling about blindly.

'Prefects meeting?' Remus stated; Evangeline stared at him in utter confusion. 'Evie, you do remember receiving a Prefects badge over the summer, right? Therefore, you are a Prefect.'

Evangeline's face dropped and she groaned. 'Awwww, you can't be serious! Can't you just go and then tell me what happened when you come back?' she suggested hopefully.

'Don't be stupid, Evie! Hurry up, or we're going to be late!' Lily said sternly, her brilliant green eyes penetrating towards Evangeline as she sulked, rather like her brother, on the seat in the compartment.'EVIE!' Lily shouted impatiently, and Evangeline groaned, before dragging herself up from her seat and trudging towards the door of the compartment, scuffling her feet along the ground. 'Come on!'

'I'm coming!' Evangeline snapped back, unwillingly following Remus and Lily out of the compartment. She glanced back sadly, before begrudgingly following the two other Gryffindor Prefects. 'I can't believe Dumbledore has made me one of these prissy, rule-following, power-abiding … p – things!' she muttered angrily to herself.

'Oh stop muttering to yourself, and get over it, Evie,' Lily said, causing Evangeline to stare incredulously at her. Lily was blunt – to James and people she hated, but never Evangeline. 'Dumbledore obviously made you a Prefect for a reason, so you're just gonna have to suck it up and deal with it.'

'Well – I – who said I wasn't dealing with it already!' Evangeline retorted, feeling slightly offended, got her going on ranting on about being picked as a Prefect. 'What I would like to know is why the hell Dumbledore picked me of all people! I mean, I'm never out of trouble and I don't play by the rules. Heck, rules don't even exist in my world! The old man must be going bonkers! Next thing you know, Sirius will be made Minister for Magic!'

'I highly doubt that there is any chance that Padfoot will ever be made Minister for Magic, Evie,' Remus said, 'And if he does, God help the Wizarding World.'

'Sirius is smarter than you think, Moonboy,' Evangeline replied, 'He just tends not to show it for the majority of the time.'

'And waste it on planning stupid pranks,' Lily added.

'I help with planning those 'stupid pranks', Lily,' Evangeline said, 'And they're not stupid. They are highly intellectual and original works of art – so don't diss them.'

'Work of art, my ass,' Lily shot back. 'They're dangerous, and irresponsible, not to mention incredibly immature –'

'But Liiiiiiiiily – I am not immature!' Evangeline whined, and folded her arms stubbornly.

'Yeah. Sure.'

'I did that on purpose, Lilster,' Evangeline said, rolling her eyes. 'James is more immature than I am, so is Sirius, but I can put up with Sirius – he knows not to mess with me,' she said smugly, as Lily rolled her eyes heavenward. 'James on the other hand, has become unbearable lately, and I think it might be the fact that I am now a Prefect ….'

'Well, he can't be jealous, surely.'

'I honestly don't know, Lils. But he's been really crabby lately.'

'Maybe he's finally got the hint I don't like him and has gone into a state of depression.'

'I hardly think so, Lily. He still tried to chat you up when you walked into the compartment,' Remus said, as they reached the Prefects compartment. Lily's hopeful mood was dampened immediately; she already knew that Potter was never going to give up. 'Have you any idea who the Head Boy and Girl is this year? I hope it's someone half decent –'

'Well, I'll be fucked – you put the skud on it, Moonboy,' Evangeline began suddenly, she was glaring vexatiously through the small window into the compartment. 'Why the hell would Dumbledore make that air-headed bitch, Head Girl?'

'Who?'

'Portia bloody Davies, that's who,' Evangeline replied, watching the blonde, curly haired, blue eyed seventh year, laughing infectiously at something someone had said. Evangeline snorted, 'This should be an incredibly enjoyable year – thanks a bunch, Mr Dumbles.'

'Don't exaggerate, Evie,' Lily said as she slid open the compartment door – everyone present looked up and watched as the three Gryffindors walked into the compartment.

'You know what Lils, there's a better chance of Sirius' mum ever liking me, than this year being enjoyable,' Evangeline hissed as she walked in behind the redhead. The compartment was large, which was rather fortunate as there were rather a lot of bodies into which they had to fit. Evangeline followed Remus and Lily to the remaining spaces at the end of the compartment. The other Prefects where watching her with eagle eyes, clearly confused as to why the sister of James Potter had been made a Prefect – and in her sixth year too, which was most unusual.

Just as Evangeline had sat down beside Remus, Portia got to her feet and she was joined by a dark-haired boy – presumably the Head Boy. 'Good morning, nice to meet you all,' Portia began in a posh tone; Evangeline was beginning to increasingly hate Dumbledore for making her a Prefect.'First of all we would like to introduce ourselves –' she motioned towards herself and the boy standing next to her. 'My name is Portia Clementine Davies, and this year, I will be your Head Girl.'

'And I am Laurence Cooper-Flack –' Evangeline snorted, stifling her burst of laughter. All eyes rested on her and she smiled mischievously. Laurence seemed to be slightly perturbed by the fact that Evangeline had laughed at his name. 'Do you have a problem ... Miss – ?'

'It's Evangeline,' the raven haired girl replied in a mock posh voice. 'And no, Mr Cooper-Flack, sir. I do not have a problem, sir. Although I simply find that the length of Mr Lucius Malfoy's hair is getting hilariously long, sir.' Evangeline smiled innocently in the direction of Malfoy who was glaring angrily at her from the opposite side of the compartment.

'Evangeline, I would appreciate it if you would not insult your fellow Prefects,' Portia commented in a sickly sweet tone. 'And I do believe that Lucius has been a Prefect longer than you have, so I do believe you would benefit from listening to what we say rather than sniggering and mocking us.'

Evangeline stared at her, her eyes narrowed dangerously. 'Well, I'm terribly sorry, Portia. But I didn't exactly want this crummy Prefects badge, and I shall snigger and mock you as much as I want because I am not particularly fond of you,' she said satisfyingly and folded her arms before staring back at Portia who looked like she was about to crack.

Portia's nostrils flared, 'One more toe out of line and you will be grateful that you keep that badge for the rest of the year, Potter. You mark my words,' she said severely.

'You know, Portia, you do an awful impression of Professor McGonagall,' Evangeline pointed out, much to everyone's shock.

'You are trying my patience, Potter. One more word and I will strip –'

'I really don't think that is an adequate way of getting the males in the room on your side, Portia. Surely you could think of a more respectful way of gathering followers – not to mention it would damage your reputation. Who would have thought the Head Girl would suggest stripping in front –'

'GET OUT! GET OUT! YOU – YOU HORRIBLE, HORRIBLE CHILD!' Portia screamed, her face red with anger.

'I really don't appreciate being called a child, Portia,' Evangeline replied calmly, not bothering to move from her seat.

'GET. OUT!' The Head Girl bellowed with such rage that even Evangeline was shocked. 'Do you not understand plain English, Potter?!'

'Not really – although, I don't think I am entirely to blame. You seemed to have screamed a few decibels higher than I am capable of interpreting,' Evangeline said casually, putting her finger in her ear and wiggling it around to suggest that she had been deafened. She looked up at Portia once more to see her aiming a death-like glare towards her. If looks could kill, came to mind.

'If you do not remove your person from this compartment immediately, Potter, I will have you expelled for violation against your superiors,' Portia threatened, and she certainly didn't look like she was joking. Lily who was sitting opposite Remus, was staring at Evangeline with wide, annoyed eyes. She was clearly suggesting that Evangeline scarpered before she was kicked off the train.

'I would be glad to remove my person from this compartment actually,' Evangeline said simply, getting to her feet and looking around her at the flabbergasted faces that surrounded her. She walked coolly towards the door of the compartment, not caring that everyone was staring at her. She slid the compartment door open, but stopped in the doorway. 'It was really, very nice meeting you all,' she said, 'But sadly, I do not think I will be welcomed back with open arms. So, farew –'

'GET OUT POTTER!'

'I'm going! Don't get your knickers in a twist, Davies!' Evangeline said quickly as she rushed out the door, letting it slam behind her. She laughed to herself, before jogging down the hallway of the train. It took her a while before she made it to the Marauder's compartment where James and Sirius were playing Exploding Snap whilst Peter watched on in amazement. Izzy was nowhere to be seen. She pulled the door open and waltzed in, not noticing that the three Marauders were staring at her.

'Aren't you supposed to be at a Prefects meeting?' James asked her boldly, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion at her early return.

'Nope,' Evangeline replied simply, sitting down, picking up Izzy's abandoned magazine and beginning to flick through it.

'But you're a Prefect – you have the badge and everything, so why aren't you with the rest of them?' James asked, almost the same question as before, but in a different context. He studied her carefully, she seemed to be too engrossed in the magazine to care.

'I got kicked out,' Evangeline answered plainly, not bothering to look up from the article in the magazine that she was reading. There was silence. And it was bothering Evangeline slightly so she looked up to see James and Sirius gaping at her. She glanced between the two of them, her face screwed into an odd contortion. 'What?'

'YOU GOT KICKED OUT!?' James shouted, jumping to his feet. Evangeline couldn't make out whether he was angry or amused. But then he started laughing hysterically, and pointing at her. She just continued to stare at him, a disturbed expression on her face. 'You got – you got kicked out? But why?' James asked interestedly – clearly he had forgiven her for being made a Prefect although, she wasn't even sure whether she was one anymore.

'I laughed at the Head Boy's name and passed it off for giggling at the state of Malfoy's hair,' Evangeline responded blandly as if it was no big deal. James had continued to laugh hysterically, whilst Sirius grinned broadly and got to his feet.

'Now I know why I love you so much,' he said, sitting down beside her, putting his arm around her shoulder and kissing her cheek gently. Evangeline glanced at him as if to say 'I hope that's not the only reason you love me', and he said, 'Not that I didn't know why before. Anyway, who's the Head Boy and Girl this year?'

'Portia Clementine Davies and Laurence Cooper-Flack,' Evangeline said, mocking their posh tone. 'And you know I already disliked Portia to begin with when she caught me graffitiing Kettleburn's desk in fourth year and gave me a lecture on being more punctual and lady-like when I swore at her, as well as docking fifty points.'

'Cooper-Flack? What sort of name's that? It's worse than mine!' Sirius said.

'And your's is so much better, is it?' James snorted.

'I'd rather be named Sirius Black, than Laurence Cooper-Flack – his parents must really hate him,' Sirius said, as he absent-mindedly fiddled with the ringlets at the end of Evangeline's hair.

'Yeah, and your parents don't hate you at all, Pads,' James laughed.

Sirius let out a bark like laugh, 'I guess you're right, Prongs. I bet he just comes from some rich, posh family and his name is some legendary legacy of the Cooper-Flack society that no one has heard about.'

'Legendary legacy? I hardly think so, Sirius,' Evangeline said with a chuckle. 'Although, I do know that Davies family is pretty rich, have you seen some of her clothes! I'd have to sell myself in order to buy a pair of socks from the shops she gets all her stuff from! Spoilt bitch.'

'Remind me why she's a spoilt bitch again?' James asked, 'Is she not that hot seventh year with the curly, blonde hair?'

Evangeline narrowed her eyes. 'Yes, James. That's her. And the reason that she is a spoilt bitch is because she has money which she uses to buy expensive clothes, she thinks that she is better than everyone else because she is Head Girl and just because she has been a prissy Prefect for two years, and is now Head Girl she thinks that she can use her power against everyone!'

There was a quiet cough from the door of the compartment and the four Marauder's looked up. 'What was that you were saying a bout prissy Prefects, Evie?'

So … have I lost my touch, or is this a good chapter? Tell me if I am barking mad to resume writing this story, or you're that glad I decided to do it! I need guidance people, I can't read minds! So, REVIEWS would help (: Anywho .. anything else you want to ask, request, etc … please tell me in your review! Tori x