The first signs of Iris Potters wicked streak came the next week. Sneaking out of her bed, dressed in a pair of ripped jeans an old shirt and her oversized jacket. She expertly manoeuvred herself over the creaking floorboards. She had almost exited the door when a voice made her jump "Where exactly are you going to go?" she was asked. Almost slamming the door but managing to catch it. Swearing to herself, she turned and faced Sirius with pleading in her eyes.

"I just… ten minutes. Just to the field opposite. That's it" she begged. Sirius glanced behind him and put a finger to his lips before shifting in front of her eyes. Where the man once stood was now a shaggy black dog. Grinning widely and genuinely for the first time since she was brought in over a fortnight ago. Shutting the door carefully behind her she and Sirius took off running happily across the road, sitting on a bench and both breathing in the fresh air, lapping up the cold breeze grazing their skin. Iris pulled a cigarette out of her pocket and struck a match. "Don't tell Molly, but Tonks has been sneaking me them." She admitted, before reaching deeper and pulling out a flask "This I stole" she added and took a swig. Sirius looked at her with as much disapproval as a dog could muster. "Not like you can snitch on me" she shrugged. The bark he released sounded close to a laugh.

Sirius and Remus were the two she… tolerated the most. She had begun to open up to the two men and they appreciated it. In return she got stories of her parents. Something she had never heard before. Both men knew there was injustice in the world. They knew of the bad things that happened to good people and they never judged her whenever she admitted to some of the things she had to do to survive. They didn't pity her, they didn't tut and offer disapproving glances. They just listened.

The other teenagers had tried for a while but had given up pretty quickly on getting to know the red head. That was all but the Weasley twins. They often sat either side of her during lunch and told her ridiculous stories that she had doubts happened. One particular dinner they were telling her about the time they took an aging potion that went wrong when they achieved something that they thought was one of their greatest achievements.

The chime like laugh that escaped Iris Potters lips had the table paused. It was a full table too, there had been an orders meeting right before and most stayed for Mrs Weasley's cooking. The room paused to listen to the joyful laughter of a tormented soul, and it was beautiful. "Is there one of the moving pictures of it?" she asked George who was beaming brightly.

"Nah, but don't worry, I won" he winked at the girl.

"You wish, I beat your old ass." Fred argued "And looked great whilst doing it. I might grow a beard you know" He mused and the three chuckled before noticing the table was listening in. Mrs Weasley looked proudly at her sons, eyes watering as if she was going to cry. "Alright?" he and George asked simultaneously.

The moment was broken however when in ran Arthur Weasley. "Harry Potter has been expelled form Hogwarts!"

The uproar that commenced had even Iris startled. She knew that these people cared about her brother, and that he was for some reason being hunted by a dark wizard but she couldn't help the twist that occurred in her stomach. He was more important than her. This she knew from their reactions. "Out, out, to your rooms" Molly Weasley demanded, pushing out the teenagers who complained. Other than Iris who was more than relieved, sprinting up to her room and pulling out her rucksack, throwing clothes into it.

"Going somewhere?" Iris jumped, grabbing her knife on instinct but dropping it just as quick when turning to see George leaning against her door frame. "I have six siblings" he told her quietly, sitting crossed legged on her floor with his back to the wall. "All three that are older than me were all prefects with near perfect grades. Me and Fred were expected to get the same, but that's not us" George confessed. "Sometimes it feels like we've let them down by being ourselves. Well, for me, Fred's cool with it. If one of them was also the boy-who-lived I don't know what I'd do" he admitted.

Sighing, picking at her already short nails, Iris felt her face flush pink before sitting on the floor near him but not quite directly next to, refusing to make eye contact. "He has people who care about him. He has a family. I'm not it… I don't know how to be somebody's family" Iris confessed "I've never had one. And from the way everyone talks about him like he's some saint who has the sun shining from his ass, I can't compete with that. I don't want to either. I just… what if he expects me to?" she wondered. Biting her lip she turned to look at George who was listening with a sincerity she wasn't used to from the jokester. "I don't care about him" she spoke the words that had been in her mind "I don't really care about anyone, and if I did they're dead. And I feel guilty about not caring, but not enough to try to"

Feeling brave, George reached out an arm and hesitantly put it around Iris's shoulder. And she scrummaged, moving closer and letting her head fall onto his shoulder and using it to hide the fact she was crying. Silent tears that he could feel soak through his shirt but opted not to comment on. They stayed like that for hours, sharing stories, George telling her about the joke shop he and his twin were going to set up, Iris letting him know about the few good times in her life.

It was the yelling that alerted the pair that Harry Potter had arrived in Grimmauld Place and apparently wasn't happy. Brown eyes looked at green "Ready to face the screeching?" George joked and Iris shook her head.

"Nope, but somebody should let the cat out the bag"

Walking down a floor the two pushed their way into a room occupied by Ron, Hermione, Fred (who was smirking indiscreetly at his twin), Ginny and Harry. They all went silent at the entry of the pair, Harry looking at the stranger with confusion, wondering why she seemed so familiar. "Hi," Iris started taking a deep breath (glaring at George when he pushed her forward) "I'm Iris" she started, their identical eyes met "Your sister".