AN: WARNING: THIS IS THE MOST COMPLETELY CLICHÉ CHAPTER I WILL EVER WRITE. THE CHANCES OF THIS ACTUALLY HAPPENING ARE IMPOSSIBLE, AND IT COMPLETELY OBVIOUS! Haha, I just didn't know how else to do it, so sorry!

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Petitefeeme: I feel I should tell you that Snape will go good in this story. It's just I think this was around the time that he was into dark arts. Around seventh year or so he's gonna be a little cunning stud haha=) And to answer your question about continuing the story, well. Here's me plan. I am going to play this story out up untill Lily and James' final thought, and then the epilogue will be one long chapter about the others finding out and hiding….THE POTTER TWINS! I am in love with the whole twin idea, so I will make a sequel about two Potters, who go to Hogwarts not knowing about each other. And one will be in Slytherin and bffs with Malfoy, Pansy, Blaise jr. and Theodor. And the twins will HATE EACHOTHER. Plus, the Angels and the Marauders will be in the sequel to, since The Angels raise one twin.

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Yaz: Oh, my ever faithful Yaz, haha! You are awesome! And so is Kara! I laugh at your reviews! I love you two! And I apologize for the cliffhanger, but there's another one for free at the end of this chapter! Mahahaha! And I don't know Derek Landy, but if you tell me who he is, I prob will recognize him, and is the touchstone of Ra a movie or an episode of HoA? Haha I suck with names! And I freaking love EGYPTIAN STUFF! And I'm glad you like Sparkly Panda, my friend Lexi and I use it for a code word when we smack or gum in class. (A habit we both hate.) And it's freaking hilarious when we yell it in school!

NEW BEGINNINGS

Lupin POV

I was heading to the library directly after dinner, as was my normal routine. Ever since first year I had done this, and I'm not sure why, something about the books and silence calmed me. I had actually even begun to strike up an odd sort of friendship with Mrs. Prince, the librarian.

I had no idea what I wanted to read today, I had been studying non stop over the past week, we had some tests coming up right before Christmas break, and I wanted to be prepared.

But today, I was sick of studying, I have no idea why, I just was bored with it, I needed something new to do besides studying. Prehaps I could just check out a joy read for a change.

As I rounded one of the shelves, I was shocked to come face to face with none other than one Lily Evans. Who was holding a book with tears running down her face.

"Um, Lily? Are you alright?" I wanted to kick myself, that sounded so pathetic! But I didn't do good with girls, but if you add tears…no, just no.

She looked up, surprised, before she giggled.

"Oh, I'm fine, I was just reading a sad book." She said, and held up the cover with one hand and wiping her eyes with the other. I scanned the title, to find out it was called The Last Song.

"Isn't that by the muggle author who writes the romance books?" I questioned.

"Yeah, Nicholas Sparks. I was thinking I could get Jay some romance books, but I couldn't resist reading it first." She laughed.

Now I was confused.

"Why does Jay need to read romance books?" I wondered aloud.

Lily just laughed.

"They're Jay's guilty pleasure. She reads them all the time."

"Well, does the book have a happy ending?" I asked once again, taking a seat beside her, and putting this new found information about Jay into the baack of my mind. It might help Sirius.

"Kind of, kind of not, but it makes it more realistic..." She trailed off, before she turned the questions on me.

"So, what brings you here them Mr. Lupin?"

"Well, I always come here after dinner, though I'm not sure what to read this time." I confessed.

Lily just laughed.

"Well, when that happens, I grab a random book off of a shelf, you should just do that." I highly doubted I'd get anything that would interest me, but when I pulled the book out, I was surprised to find it was one from a series of a doctor's studies on muggle disorders. It appeared that every book in the series was based of a different type of problem. (an: this is a made up doctor book series.)

Lily looked at the cover, and seeing my confused face on this particular disorder, began to explain.

"Anorexia is an eating disorder. It's where people see themselves as fat, and stop eating, and when they do, they sometimes even puke it up. It's really bad. I read that book last year because I had been interested in healing, and Slughorn recommended it to me. It's actually rather interesting"

For some weird reason, I felt that I should check this book out, I don't know why, I just did. I turned to Lily and offered her a smile.

"You're not so bad Evans." I teased her. She just laughed.

"Back at ya' Lupin. Who thought I'd be discussing books with a Marauder?"

I'm not really sure what led to it, but Lily and I spent the next three hours in the library together, sometimes talking, sometimes reading. And I realized she wasn't a total know it all. And I wouldn't complain if we wound up future friends.

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As Lily and I headed back to the dormitories together, laughing as we talked about how James and I had caught Malfoy in hairculers; I couldn't help but think that something in the book I had just read seemed familiar. I knew that I was missing something big and obvious, I just wished I knew what.

James POV.

I walked onto the quidditch pitch after dinner, hoping to get in some decent practice time before curfew. However, it appeared I wasn't the only one with this idea, as there was someone else already practicing with bludgers that were enchanted to come flying back at you.

As I watched the player, I thought she seemed familiar, and when she finally noticed my presence I realized with a jolt that it was Jay. Who was currently flying towards me.

"Can I help you Potter?" She asked. I couldn't help but notice she seemed slightly off.

"I was just coming to practice, I can come back." I offered, I wasn't in the mood to argue right now anyways.

"It's, fine." She sighed, "I doubt that you being here could do any harm." I was actually surprised by that, but as I looked closer I noticed she looked extremely tired.

"You alright Barton?" I asked. I have no idea why I did, but I was kinda worried, she was usually spitting out witty remarks every other word.

Jay offered me a rare smile.

"I'm fine Potter, just got a lot on my mind right now."

"Care to share." I joked, sitting down and patting the ground for her to sit. "You idiot!? What the heck are you thinking?" A voice hissed in my head. I ignored it, I never liked people being upset, even if I they were enemies.

Jay plopped on the ground beside me and began to speak.

"I was just thinking about what's going to happen after we graduate," She began. I gave her an encouraging nod to go on.

"I'm not an idiot Potter, and you're not either, I think we both know that this Voldemort guy is getting stronger. The ministry might not think so, but I can tell, this is getting big. I want to fight him. But I don't want to do that through the ministry, don't get me wrong, I want to be an auror, but I feel like I could do more. But there's also the fact that by doing this I put my friends and family in danger. I know the Angels," At that name she cringed. "Got my back, but what if one of them gets hurt? I would die if one of them was killed, and what if them end up leaving a family behind? What if I do? And I want to help, now, I hate being stuck in some safe place while people out there are getting hurt. I feel so useless right now." I was slightly startled by her rant, I was expecting boy problems or something. That was far from it.

"Listen Jay," I began awkwardly. "First off you're right, Voldemort is getting stronger. And I think it's great that you want to fight him. Heck, I'm going to start as soon as I can. But don't worry about everyone else. You're friends can take care of themselves. Voldemort would be insane to try to come after Evans or someone." Jay laughed a little at this. "And I know what you mean about feeling helpless. I hate being stuck in here to, but we're not going to be much use if we end up dead are we?"

Jay seemed to think this over, so I continued.

"But actually, now that you mention this thing about wanting to do something more than the ministry, well, I've been thinking, I haven't told anyone this yet, because it's completely insane though." I looked at her to make sure I had her full attention, I really wasn't sure if this was a good idea, sharing this with someone I barely knew.

"What if there was a group? Like a group of elite witches and wizards, whose sole purpose was to fight Voldemort? We could fight these death eater people, and look for ways to take him down. But it could only be people who we trusted, and they would have to be really brave, because they would be rising their lives every day." I looked at her once again, nervous as to whether she would laugh in my face or not. A smile was slowly forming on the Slytherin's face.

"You mean to say, that you want to form a top secret group, that goes around like superheroes, fighting Voldemort?" She demanded.

I looked down uncomfortably, I felt like she was reading my mind or something, as her sharp gaze penetrated me.

"Potter." She breathed. "You are either a complete idiot, or a total genius. So, what are we going to call this?"

I looked up at her, my mouth hanging open.

"You agree with me?"

"of course I do! This is bloody brilliant! We would need headquaters of course, and not just anyone could join, it would have to be top secret, I'm thinking the Angels and the Marauders would have to be in it, then maybe the Prewitts, and the Weaslys of course, and we can't forget Dumbledore, we'd need him to help us put it together."

I cut her off there.

"Whoa whoa whoa, Dumbledor? Are you serious? We're supposed to just go up to the HEADMASTER and ask him to help us found a top secret, possibly illegal, group." I demanded. Jay looked at me with an amused expression.

"Um, duh! Of course he would do it! And if he doesn't, well it sucks for him. So what about that name Potter?"

I thought about it, it had to be something cool, something, I don't know, symbolic? In the distance, I heard a bird singing, and I looked up to see Dumbledor's phoenix, Fawkes, out for his daily flight. The sunset hit him perfectly, making him to appear to be on fire. It reminded me of Lily's flaming red hair in the sunlight, and how much I loved it. It represented her, her and her burning passion. I had it.

"How about the Order of the Phoenix?" I asked. A smile took over Jay's face and I grinned. Maybe Slytherins weren't all that bad.

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Jay and I spent the rest of the day out in the pitch, discussing plans for the order, playing one on one quidditch, and just talking about ourselves. Jay told me about how the Slytherins bullied her, and her odd relationship with Lucious Malfoy; and I told her about Sirius living with me, and my parents jobs as aurors.

And as we parted ways to head to our common rooms, I realized that I had pegged the girl completely wrong, she'd make a great Gryffindor if it hadn't been for her cunning nature.

Ah quidditch, it could really was a life changing sport.

Sirius POV

I was happily skipping towards the kitchens. Yeah, you heard me, skipping. The ladies dig it.

I tickled the pear, my mouth watering at the thought of a nice coconut cream pie. And swung open the door, to be stopped by the sight, of not house elfs, but Sabrina Sorg, alone in the kitchens.

"What?" I cried, horrified. "Where are my house elves? Where is my pie!" I sobbed, and sank to my knees, clutching my heart. I wanted my pie. Now.

"I don't know!" Sorg wailed. "I just wanted pie, coffee and eggs for a snack! But I can't find the house elves anywhere"

I froze at that. Pie, coffee and eggs? I didn't think anyone else ate that delicious combination! When I voiced my opinion to her she looked startled.

"Who wouldn't eat that together? They're the best three foods in the whole world to have for breakfast! It's even better if it's coconut cream pie!" She cried, before a maniac grin slipped onto her face. I was suddenly scared, remembering Monny's insanity hypothesis on the train.

"We could make it!" Sorg squealed in delight, clapping her hand and jumping up and down. Yup, insane is an understatement. She must have noticed my dubious expression, because she started talking once again.

"Seriously, I'm a pretty good cook, and it's either that or wait for the elfs to get back from where ever."

I was about to tell her to forget it and leave me alone, but was cut off by a loud rumble from my stomach. I looked up at her.

"So when do we start?" I asked.

-15 minutes later-

I was doubled over laughing as I watched Sorg pathetically attempting to flip a fried egg, only to have it slam into the floor. Sabrina glared at me.

"Oh you think you can do better, Black?" She challenged. Bring it on.

"Oh, I don't think, I know." I retorted, flicking the spoon I was using to stir the pancake batter at her. She squealed as it hit her nose.

"You're going to pay for that!" She cried, and in a swift movement, she flung a fistful of egg yolk at me.

The next thing I knew, it was a full blown food fight. We were drenched in different batters, and covered in flour.

I dunked my fist into the remaining pancake mix only to find it empty. Shoot, I was out. Time for plan B.

Before she had time to scream, I had tackled Sabrina in a huge bear hug, smearing egg yolk all over. When I finally released her, we looked at each other for a second, before doubling over in laughter. Only to be interrupted by a horrified voice.

"What has happened?!" I turned to see about twenty shocked house elfs. All looking at us in shock.

"Uhhh… making pie?" Sabrina offered weakly. The elf glared at her.

"OUT OUT OUT OUT OUT! YOU HAVE DISTROYED OUR KITCHEN!" We didn't need to be told twice, we ran out of their like an angry Hippogriff was after us. After making sure we were a good five hundred yards distance, before once again laughing.

"That was awesome! Did you see her face!" Sabrina cried.

"I didn't think they were capable of getting mad!" I cried.

We continued on our way until we reached the Huffelpuff portrait.

"Well Black," Sabrina said, turning to me. "Your not all that bad I suppose." And then she turned and skipped into her common room, leaving me staring after her before I went alone to the Gryffindor common room.

I think I just made a new friend.

Peter's POV

I sat outside at the birch tree, frantically trying to transfigure my quill into a sweater. "Why can't you get it right you idiot?!" I frantically thought to myself. "James got it on the first try." The voice mocked. I sighed and put my wand down in defeat.

I was stuck, as always, stuck being just Peter. I don't even know why I'm aloud to hand out with the other Marauders. It just kinda happened I suppose.

But in the end. I could never get what they had. Girls, looks, athletic ability, brains, it just wasn't me. I was cut off from my thoughts by a body tripping over me.

"Oh my gosh! I'm so sorr- Oh, hello, Peter." I glanced down to see Hadassah Sceniak sprawled on her back beside me. Whoops.

I didn't know what to think of these girls. These Angels. But they didn't seem that horrid I suppose. And hey? Who knows? This might be a chance to get a jump on my bet. The others haven't made a move yet.

"It's alright Hadassah, I'm sorry I tripped you." I apologized.

"It's not your fault, Peter, What are you working on? Transfiguration?"

I winced.

"Yeah, but I don't quite understand it completely. I'm having some trouble."

Hadassah seemed to perk up at this.

"Really? I could tutor you if you want!" She cried happy. I would usually say no, not wanting to have to have a tutor, but she looked so excited…

"Um, OK, if you want to." I said awkwardly. Smooth, Peter, real smooth.

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We had spent the rest of the day talking, doing homework, and even practicing extra spells for fun. All in all, it had actually been pretty enjoyable. We were now nearing the Gryffindor common room, Hadassah saying she was supposed to meet the rest of the Angels there at seven. We had been outside for a long time, I realized.

However, when we reached the common room, we were met with utter mayhem.

The entire Gryffindor sixth through seventh year, plus the other Angels, were all downstairs. Most of them crying. Hadassah and I made our way towards our friends, and I was shocked to fin Jay and James both sobbing uncontrollably, clutching onto each other like their lives depended on it. The others looking shocked, tearful, and worried for their two friends. I turned to Sirius, who had a few tears running down his face.

"What happened?" I demanded. He looked up at me sadly.

"You know the Zabini brothers?" He asked me. I nodded in reply. Who didn't know the Zabini brothers?" Brandon was a seventh year and Blaise was a sixth year, both were in Slytherin, and they were actually decent blokes. They were both chasers, pretty good looking, smart, and funny. The Marauders got on with them pretty well, and James and his family were good friends of theirs. But I didn't see what this had to do with anything.

"Blaise Zabini committed suicide."