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Hello! I have returned? Shite, I know.

Well, here it is. One little sliver of the story I've been slaving over for nearly a year. Not perfect in any way. It sort of came out of nowhere when this became. It was all because of a delicious-smelling candle from BBW that reminded me of someone I used to love and thus came this strange piece of creativity.

I drew inspiration for this out of a few other classic fics on this site. Always loving the HP universe, I came to love the Marauders' era and decided to branch out on that.

For the sake of clarity, this fiction is friendship/adventure/romance/humor. I couldn't fit it all if bc ff sucks that way :( This fiction is rated M for a reason; there will be some sexual content and situations, which I will express before each chapter and it will be skip-able if you aren't into that thing. I wasn't going to have much of it but hey, shit happens.

I'll have songs at the beginning when I think it'll enhance the story's atmosphere and whatnot.

So I guess, without further ado...

Distant and naive are two that still believe
The gentle hand of fate.
And on my chest, one sleeps,
the closest on to me in everyday
I'm sorry, I'm sorry for all of the things that you don't know.
I'm everything now that'd you'd never want,
if you knew the length of my selfishness.

Seahaven - Solar Eclipse

Sunday September 1st, 1978, 9:34 p.m.

Audrey

Keeping my head buried in my copy of 'A Beginner's History of Hexing', I was trying to keep Ressie's incessant ramblings from impairing my focus.

"...our LAST year! Then they'll thrust us out into the world on our own... Can you believe it?!"

Keeping in mind, he who casts the Deletrius charm has a chance of the spell rebounding off the intended opponent and-

"AUDREY! Are you even paying attention to me?" She shrieked. I flinched at the volume of her voice and threw my book across the room in an uncontrollable spasm.

"Merlin's beard, Ressie! I'm listening to you!" I said, standing up from my seat to retrieve my book.

"Well usually a conversation entails two people talking, not just one!" She replied. I sighed heavily and picked up my book. Unfortunately, it landed in a puddle of cat pee. I assumed it was from Ressie's cat Reginald. That bastard. I flipped hastily to the page I was reading and bending the corner to keep track of my current place, trying not to let my fingers come into contact with the urine.

"Okay, you're right. I apologize. Now, continue," I said with a hint of sarcasm, which went undetected. She 'humphed!' annoyingly and continued on with her mindless drabble.

We do look like an odd pair, Ressie Fox and I.

I, Audrey Fawcett, am quiet and reserved. I keep to myself and my studies, not leaving much room for social interactions or relationships, which is fine with me. I do not need nor wish for any attachments to this school because in a years time, I will most likely never see these people again after this. Ressie is the only real friend I have, and the complete opposite of me.

She's funny, outgoing, gorgeous and fiercely protective. Her curly golden blonde curls always falling perfectly on her shoulders, her slim figure keeping everyone staring. As for me, I'm introverted, slightly anti-social and all I've got is slightly frizzy dark brown hair and a figure a little too curvy for my liking.

People are always a little taken aback by our friendship. I'm not exactly sure how it happened, myself. I just remember the first night at Hogwarts first year; she was assigned the bed next to me.

Crawling into bed, I held the picture of daddy in front of me. We were standing outside our new house, smiling as I sat on his shoulders at the tender young age of 6.

Suddenly, the picture was yanked out of my hands by another girl.

"Aww, little baby misses her daddy?!" She said in mock-sympathy and laughed at me. I didn't know how to react so I tried to grab it from her but she was quite taller than I was and I looked a little goofy trying to grab it from her.

"Give the picture back Evans or I'll shove my wand so far up yer arse, the tip' o my knuckles'll come out of your nostrils!" I heard an unfamiliar Irish brogue ring in my ears. She had her wand pointed at the girl named Evans. She rolled her eyes and threw the picture on my bed.

"It was just a goof, Ress. No need to get your knickers in a twist!" She said, walking off proudly. I looked at the girl named Ress and mumbled a quick than you and shoved the picture in my pillow case.

"I'm Ressie Fox! And you are?" She asked, quite enthusiastically. I looked at her with wide eyes and shook her hand with wavering courage.

"A-Audrey Fawcett..." I barely managed to choke out. She smiled again and giggled.

"Well, Audrey, I hope we can be friends this year! And if Lily Evans ever tries to mess with you again, just tell me and I'll tell her whats for." She loudly whispered, waving a fist in my face. I smiled meekly as she turned around to her own bed.

Oddly enough, I can remember that night quite clearly, and I am so grateful she stood up for that acquiescent young child. We don't have very much in common and I often get annoyed with her, but she is so loyal and I've found a great friend in her for the past six years.

It's also worth mentioning that I never had any problems with Lily Evans since. Sweet girl, really. Just a little abrasive at times.

Speaking of the devil, Lily came barging through the door and grunted hastily and threw her bag on her bed.

"Whats wrong, Lily? Is Potter embarrassing you with his promises of undying devotion again?" Ressie asked in mock-sincerity. Lily groaned.

"You'd think after six years the damn prick would just lay off," She said laughing. I retreated to my trunk. "He decided to charm a toad to sing "Love Me Tender" in an Elvis Presley costume while throwing rose petals on me… Everyone laughed."

"You act like its such a bad thing!" Ressie said, plopping herself on Lily's bed. "James is such a babe. All this attention must be so nice…" she said in almost mock-admiration.

"Maturity goes a long way, Ress. James Potter happens to have the maturity level of a 13 year old. It's quite infuriating," she combatted, lifting her shirt off and changing into something looking a lot more comfortable than our school robes.

As they argued about James Potter, I searched my trunk for my parchment. I wanted to get all my school supplies ready for the next day. Shuffling through the hodgepodge, I couldn't find any.

"Ress... did you 'borrow' some of my parchment again?" I asked absentmindedly.

"Oh yeah..." she sounded supremely guilty. "I think I left your scroll downstairs. Sorry!" I sighed.

"It's fine..." I trailed off. I made my way to the door to recover my parchment, I realized that all I had on was a tight fitting tank top and some very tight fitting spanks and no shoes on.

'No one will be down there this late.' I rationalized and opened the door. I lightly skipped down the stairs, almost tripping on the last step, but caught myself and headed down to the common room. I took a deep breath and surveyed my surroundings. The empty room had a warm glow as the fire crackled its last bit of wood away. The portraits had all fallen asleep and some were snoring lightly. I smiled slightly and headed to a table littered with books and spare quills, as if they've been here since last year. I swear, every time I return, it feels like summer never even happened, like I was picking up right where I left off.

I shuffled through the assortment of scrolls and books looking for my own.

As it was nowhere to be found, I sighed and turned around. To my surprise, I walked right into someone, rather hard, and knocked them down, sending me down on top of them. This mystery fellow and I landed on the floor with a rather loud thud. I felt their arms fall on my waist and my tits were practically dangling in their face. I felt my face go hot.

"Oi, you quite alright there?" A boy asked with a gruff voice. I suddenly realized I was still on top of him and I scrambled off, pulling my shirt up as far as my obnoxiously large breasts would allow.

"Oh, Merlin I am so so sorry!" I said in a panicked voice. I got up quickly and helped this person up. He looked familiar...

"It's alright, no worries.." He said, rubbing the back of his neck. His brown hair fell over his closed eyes as they distorted in a pained expression. "You looking for something?"

"Errr... yeah actually... You haven't happened to see a roll of parchment? Full roll, dark green handles?" I described rather awkwardly.

"Oh, yeah.. I must've picked up yours by accident," He held up my roll and handed it to me. "I have the same one. I realized I had grabbed the wrong one when I saw handwriting inside." I looked at him quizzically, opening the roll. I haven't written anything inside it, I just replenished my supply! To my utter horror, I read:

Hottest 7th Years, by Ressie

James Potter

Theo Nott

Sirius Black

Evan Rosier

Frank Longbottom (?)
Remus Lupin

Jason Abbott

It was written in girly scrawl with little hearts drawn around the names, especially Evan Rosier's name.

I stared at the page and felt my face go hot.

"Err... t-this isn't m-my list," I stuttered quite pathetically. He chuckled.

"So you aren't Ressie?" He asked, with a smile that made my heart skip a beat. I shook my head hastily, clutching the parchment. "What is your name?"

"M-my name is Au-"

"Oi, Moony! Get your arse back up here, we have business to discuss!" The tall frame of James Potter came strolling down the Boy's Dormitory stairs, clad in nothing but his boxers and a thin bath robe. He strode to us, and looked taken aback when he saw me. "Aw, Moony, are you seducing a young woman down in the common room? I am pleasantly surprised!" He said, crossing his arms over his chest, making me feel even more inferior as the two tall handsome men stood over me. I was quite short.

Wait- SEDUCING? ME?! This is absolute bollocks!

"No, Prongs," he replied, in an annoyed voice. He closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. Moony? Prongs? What in the bloody hell did I get myself into…?

"Then why is she dressed down to her skivvies?" James/Prongs asked, waving his arm up and down towards me. I froze in fear as I realized that I was in my spanks and tank top. Kill me now.

I went stiff and felt my face flush. James looked at me waiting for an answer, as if this Moony fellow's answer didn't satisfy him in the slightest. Awkward. Oh shite.

"He's- I'm not- We're not- oh bugger," I said. I went weak in the knees and gave up trying. With no other ways to explain myself, I took off in the direction of my dorm and started running up the stairs. I tripped over the second step and landed on the stairs ungracefully, also sending my parchment up the stairs. I felt my arse jiggle distastefully and I cursed myself under my breath. I heard James laugh behind me as I stumbled back onto my feet and up the stairs.

I swung the door to my dorm open and slammed it closed, panting and my heart racing. Wow, that was beyond embarrassing.

Not only was I dressed scantily clad in front of two of my peers (unintentionally, of course) but my awkward tumble up the stairs made the spectacle 10x worse.

"Whoa there, you okay kid?" Ressie asked, still laying on Lily's bed with Lily herself. I looked at them and nodded. She gave me a quizzical look obviously disbelieving me.

"Was this you?" I asked her, showing her the ridiculous list written in my scroll. She giggled and shrugged. Lily hopped off her bed and snatched it from me. She surveyed the list with a distorted look on her face.

"Evan Rosier, Ress? Really?!" She exclaimed.

"But he's so muscular! His body must've been sculpted by cherubs, Lils, because there's no way in hell anyone is simply born that physically blessed," She defended. I rolled my eyes and grabbed my roll from Lily. I tore out the stupidity that is Ressie's choice in men, and tossed it at her.

"G'night," I said, hopping into bed. I swung the curtains hanging from my four-poster hastily and pulled the covers. My heart was still beating spastically from the awkward position I was in not two minutes ago.

Oh, gods, I hope I never see that "Moony" person again. Or James Potter.

Or anyone for that matter.

Woah, thats it? Yep.

Just in case no one reads it and I wanna take it off. But hey, here it is. If I get a substantial # of hits, I'll consider uploading a second chapter.

Thanks for reading. Reviews are always helpful.

xo