Disclaimer: This does not belong to me. Perhaps if I am reincarnated with a more brilliant mind and a… no, never mind, this will never be mine.

A/N: Alrighty then…I highly doubt that any of you recognize this story, but in case you are thinking, "what the hell?"... That's right, I'm rewriting the blasted thing. It has just been too long since I wrote the last chapter, and I cannot read the first several chapters of the old version without cringing. So I apologize if any of you have read this before and wish I wasn't starting over. Sigh...I thought I already chased all of you off ;)

I apologize for once again disappearing on you all. I know I say I'm sincerely sorry every time I take forever to update, but I intend to follow up this time. I have had a very hectic, oh, year or so. I was out of town all summer (except for one week desperately spent trying to catch up) and first semester of my senior year was an overwhelming mix of too many hard classes, work, and college applications. I'm almost finished with applications and essays now, and I have about a week and a half more off of school, so I expect to write. I want to explain my reasoning for rewriting this, however…there have been little things nagging me for a long time. I wrote half of chapter twenty before realizing that what I really wanted to be doing was fixing the beginning of the story. I first posted this rewrite at unknowableroom . org, which is where I will be posting first and foremost.

So…I shall be keeping most of the plot the same. It's mostly the beginning I'll be changing around, and only things like pacing and small details (like quidditch). At some point I actually plan on just switching over to chapters from the old version, although I haven't decided exactly when this will occur. So, in other words, I will be wrapping up the cliffhanger I left you all at last time (if you can remember that far back), so of course Levent will be present in this version…

No matter, I hope you will enjoy the revision more, if you care to try again. And for those of you completely unfamiliar with the story, I hope you enjoy it. Yes, this is obviously not following canon. And yes, I am insane. Please send complaints to autumnamethyst06 (at yahoo- it won't let me put the address in here). Or questions, or anything of the sort.

I appreciate you all very much.

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Chapter One Inciting a Feud

Dumbledore glanced at the door to his office just as it swung open and swiftly shut again, the shouts of commotion he had detected quickly returning to silence. The headmaster turned questioning, if tired, blue eyes on Professor McGonagall, who was brushing lint off her sleeve; collecting herself.

"Is there a problem, Minerva?"

She let out a strange sigh. "There always is, Albus. We have a situation. Why in Gryffindor's name did you choose James Potter and Lily Evans as Head Boy and Girl? I thought there would be a scene immediately after your announcement at the Feast, I am surprised it waited even a few hours."

"The students were hungry, "Dumbledore allowed a weary smile. "And I have my reasons, we discussed this."
Something passed over the Transfiguration professor's face, and she stepped closer. "Albus, you must follow me," she spoke with more urgency, having collected herself, "This is insane, my House is no longer a House, only Cavillors and Auscultos, and-"

"It is not only your House, Minerva. The whole of Hogwarts is split down the middle. Only Slytherin has remained a collected House, ironic when its graduate created this conflict in the first place." Dumbledore rose from his seat and set down his quill for later.

"You cannot believe that they are only fighting over the Voldemort issues now. Gryffindor should be united, not split down the middle with all this nonsense!"

"Oh no, this has become more than a single issue argument, Voldemort only opened the door for a deeper rift. But come; let's see about this new commotion."

There was weariness about the headmaster as they left his office and followed the noise to the corridor outside of the Gryffindor common room. The Fat Lady was staring with wild eyes, back and forth from one group of people to the other.

There was nothing short of a mob gathered there, all Gryffindors and yet divided by an invisible line into Auscultos and Cavillors.

"-and an Ausculto. I WILL NOT ALLOW THIS!" A boy to the left, part of the group of Cavillors, shook his fist. A messy-haired boy with glasses stepped forward, holding his hand up carefully towards the younger student, as if to silence him. A shiny badge gleamed from the front of his robes.

"I refuse to work with an Ausculto," his eyes scanned the crowd of Auscultos he was facing, searching for someone in particular. He scowled when he saw her. "Evans," he spat. "You will find yourself removed from the Head Girl position once I speak with Dumbledore."

"I doubt it," she said with no less spite. Her green eyes flashed brilliantly. "I have better qualifications than you. You weren't even a prefect! You're a bloody menace – a Cavillor. Nobody from your group has been a Head Boy or Girl for four years, and it will not happen this year."

"Tell that to Dumbledore," James Potter growled at her, taking a step closer and paying no attention to the rest of the crowd.

She stepped forward as well, so close she could have touched him, and hissed, "Why don't you tell him yourself." She looked pointedly to her left, where McGonagall and Dumbledore had stopped and were observing the scene.

Suddenly, everyone broke into the fight once more, voices becoming progressively louder in order to drown one another out. Several of the students from both sides of the clash made a rush towards each other, their intentions clear by the looks on their faces.

"SILENCE!" Dumbledore dropped his hands and took a few steps forward, stopping in front of Lily and James. "I will not have this! You, Miss Evans and Mister Potter, are not in any position to question my decisions, and I will not be changing anything. You are both adults and it is time that we learn to work together. I expect for that to be understood. This feud between you is going to end here!" His tone became progressively calmer as he continued, "I want no more talk about groups, Cavillors or Auscultos. They don't exist anymore. You are all Gryffindors, you should all be on the same side! You are obliged to work together, Mister Potter and Miss Evans, and don't even consider the fact that you're not of the same group. The rest of you will also cooperate with each other. As far as I am concerned, there is only one group now, and there always was."

McGonagall was nodding at his side. "You must learn to work together. I refuse to let this rift continue to divide my House, or the rest of Hogwarts." She and Dumbledore, with one last glance of warning, left the scene with heavy hearts, neither of them sure that their warnings had made any impact. They had tried before, after all. Dumbledore's scheme for this year did not seem as promising as he had hoped.

It was true, they were all Gryffindors. But they were not together – there were Cavillors and there were Auscultos; one and the other – not both.

"This is not the end of it, Potter!" Lily Evans shouted at him. "I will not work with you yet!"

But James Potter and the other Cavillors were already filtering through the portrait hole and into the Gryffindor common room, where they gathered to one side.

The Auscultos, as usual wanting no contact with their perpetual opponents, gathered at the opposite side of the room.

Lily and James shared one last glare before turning towards their respective groups, who were both boiling with anger. For the past five years – since the origin of the groups – Dumbledore had chosen Heads from the same group. He had always disapproved of the division, but he had never openly forced them to work together like this before.

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Lily Evans pulled her long and dark auburn hair into a loose ponytail. She was furious. I am not going to spend my last year at Hogwarts arguing with that- that Potter. He's not an Ausculto, so I shouldn't have to even speak with him. What was Dumbledore playing at? The Headmaster knew that the two groups of Hogwarts had been around since Lily and James had been about twelve. Sure, at first they had started out as merely debating sides- mostly about how to handle Voldemort and bring him out of power- but now they were so much more. Now, they were in a way their own Houses. Only they were student-created, and that made them more powerful.

She gazed around the dorm that she shared with two other girls – Kristen Washburn and Selene Kelehan. They were both, of course, Auscultos. Consistent with the division of Gryffindor, the dorm arrangements had also been altered. It was no longer boys to the left and girls to the right. It was now Auscultos to the right and Cavillors to the left. There had originally been two other girls sleeping with them, but when they ended up becoming Cavillors they moved to the other side of the tower. Lily was not sure about the Cavillors, but her group had arranged it so that girls slept at the top of the tower and the boys at the bottom; dorms were still all boys and all girls. Auscultos had dignity.

"Is something wrong, Lily?" Kristen asked knowingly, pushing a strand of blonde hair behind her ear.

Selene, who had also just entered the room and was standing in front of Lily, said, "You mean besides the fact that she's being forced to work with a Cavillor? And not just any Cavillor – one of the head Cavillors?"

Kristen gave Selene a look," I was just trying to be helpful."

Selene grinned. "I don't think Lily's even listening to us."

She turned her startlingly bright blue eyes towards their redheaded friend, who was spread out across her bed, arms and legs splayed over the sides.

"Oh, I'm listening," mumbled Lily, her voice muffled against the comforter. "I'm just not in a very good mood at the moment. She lifted her head and glanced at her friends. "What a way to start seventh year, huh?"

Kristen sat on the edge of her bed facing Lily, "It won't be so bad. If he ever gives you problems, we'll…do something about it."

"Damn right we will," Selene added loudly. "Why don't you just march up to Dumbledore's office now and tell him you refuse to work with Potter?"

Lily sighed. "You heard him. I think he's set on this decision and I wish I knew why. I'm not exactly one to march up to the headmaster's office anyways."

Selene shrugged. "Suit yourself, but I would rather be tied up in a sack and left for dead before I worked with a Cavillor on a regular basis."

Kristen chuckled just as an owl whooshed through the open window and landed on Lily's bed, prodding her with its leg.

"What now?" Lily grumbled, sitting up and untying the note. After she finished reading, she looked up with a grimace. "Head rooms," was all she said, crumbling the parchment in her hand and moving towards the door. "I'll be back later."

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Of all the new developments of that evening, Lily was most dismayed with this one. She should be ecstatic; this should be the most exciting thing about being Head Girl. Except that it wasn't, not with James Potter the Cavillor standing just a few feet away from her, surveying the common room they were supposed to share.

Dumbledore watched them carefully, as if expecting them to shout at any moment. "I hope everything is agreeable, I myself have always thought the Head quarters to be some of the most beautiful rooms at Hogwarts."

Lily glanced at the headmaster warily. "It's very beautiful, professor. Thank you for everything…"

James grumbled something and Lily glared in his general direction.

Dumbledore smiled, his eyes twinkling softly. "I believe I forgot to mention something. The two of you are not required to sleep in these rooms. You may choose to stay with your friends in Gryffindor Tower."

James' head shot up and he appeared immensely relieved. "Thank Merlin," he mumbled.

Lily scowled, "Well it isn't as if I was looking forward to sleeping here with you, either."

Dumbledore broke in, "Well, I'm getting to be an old man…it's best that I get my rest. Mister Potter, Miss Evans," he nodded to them, "please do not harm each other on your way back, you have a long year ahead." He smiled solemnly and left the room.

Lily glanced back towards the fireplace, where a bright flame was burning, illuminating the large and lumpy couch in front of it. This was the common room they would share, and despite Lily's obvious grievance with it, she thought it was quite attractive. Deep mahogany wood paneling covered the walls and several tapestries, including symbols of Gryffindor, fell in waves of gold and red. Three doors, apart from the entrance, connected to the common room; Lily's room and James' room, which were opposite one another, and the bathroom, which lay almost directly in the middle of the two.

There was also a large bookcase built into one of the walls. Lily immediately decided that it was her favorite part of the Heads rooms. She approached and scanned the titles; among them were The Hogwarts Split and How to Compromise.

She shook her head; if she didn't know better, she would think Dumbledore was up to something. And then she noticed a presence over her shoulder and spun around.

"Excuse me," she snapped, brushing past him. James held out his arm and she stepped back, repulsed by the idea of touching him.

"Don't be snappy with me," James grumbled, "this is as much my room as yours and as much as I dislike the idea, we're going to have to share it."

Lily simply glared at him, allowing herself to look at him for a long moment for the first time. She had never realized before how much his eyes resembled the color of chocolate. His hair, however, was just a mess and she resisted the urge to smooth it over. Not because she wanted to touch him of course, but because she liked everything to be neat and his hair was irritating her aesthetic senses.

"What are you staring at?" James' eyes narrowed.

Lily scowled and glanced away quickly. "You should fix that hair of yours, it looks ridiculous."

James' hand immediately rose up to his head. Defiantly and with a slightly devious smirk on his face, he ruffled it even more.

Lily made a noise of annoyance in the back of her throat and began to walk past him towards the door. This time, he made no move to stop her, but instead called after her.

"Enjoy your Ausculto friends tonight, Evans, because I wouldn't be so sure you'll all go unharmed tomorrow."

Lily turned back around, the door open and waiting for her to leave. "What is that supposed to mean?"

James smirked and went out in front of her. "It just means that my friends and I are not going to let this appointment of you as Head Girl go unanswered."

Lily's mouth dropped open in anger and she stumbled out the door behind him, not noticing or replying as the Three Musketeers in the portrait behind her shouted their goodbyes. She walked quickly down the corridor to catch up with James. "You think you and the rest of the Cavillors are just so right, don't you? You have no idea what you are, but I'll tell you – you're a bunch of miserable, bloody-"

"Miss Evans!" McGonagall spoke from their left. "And Mister Potter! Return to Gryffindor Tower immediately, I do no want to hear any more unnecessary noise out of either of your mouths!"

"Yes, professor," Lily mumbled, pushing past James and hurrying towards the common room. Along the entire trek back, Lily felt his presence behind her like a foreboding cloud.

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"James, mate, pass me a chocolate frog," Sirius seemed overly chipper considering what had recently transgressed.

James glared at him. "Do you not care that I have to face that bloody Ausculto every day from now on?"

"It won't be every day, and even if it is, we'll prank her until she gives up her post. Stop whining and hand me a chocolate frog."

James threw the package at his friend's head, but Sirius caught it with ease.

"Aw, Moony, whatever shall we do for our dear Padfoot here?"
Lupin looked up from his book. He focused on James and sighed. "James, you are not going to solve this problem by staring at the floor. Dumbledore can't expect you two to work together all year. Just give it a few days; I'm sure he'll do something to fix the problem."

"I don't know," Peter jumped in squeakily, "He seemed like he wasn't going to be much help."

"Thanks guys, I feel loads better now," James remarked with sarcasm, pushing himself up from the floor and climbing onto his bed. "See you tomorrow," he grumbled, not even bothering to change his clothes before pulling the bed curtains around him and collapsing onto his pillow.

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The next day found Lily and James both looking as if they had not had enough sleep. Every time Lily caught his eye and scowled, he only stared back defiantly and rumpled his hair. He was driving her mad.

They were currently in Potions, where she had thankfully been paired with Kristen, who had always been surprisingly good at Potions, considering the inadequacy Lily saw in their professor, Jenkins. He was a short man, skinny and with a hollow face. He looked generally unhealthy, and his hazel eyes often gazed back and forth with uneasiness. Lily had considered him a spineless idiot ever since he had singled her out in their first year.

Lily grumbled something under her breath, attacking the green weed beneath her hands with a long knife.

"Er, Lily? Are you okay? I've asked you five times to hand me the shornish oil, and you haven't answered me."

"Huh?" Lily looked up, sparing a glare at James before turning to Kristen. She took a deep breath. "I'm sorry, I'm just preoccupied."
"Apparently." Kristen's brown eyes sparkled as she leaned over Lily and grabbed the oil herself. "Well I don't think staring him down is going to help the situation."

"I am not-"

"Miss Evans!" Professor Jenkins snapped in his nasal voice.

"Yes, Professor?" She called, biting her lip in frustration.

"And Mister Potter – Dumbledore would like to see you in his office. Well? Right now!"

Lily dropped the knife with a loud clunk, apologized to Kristen, who shrugged and cast a disgusted look at James, and made her way to the door. Just as she was passing through to the corridor, James came beside her and squeezed through the door first, effectively squishing Lily against the wall.

"You bastard," she walked swiftly until she was beside him, and hissed in annoyance, "I hate you."

"Really? How depressing, because you're on the top of my list of favorite people."

Lily refrained from giving him a forceful shove simply because she did not wish to touch him, and besides, he was not worth the exertion of energy. They walked the rest of the way in silence, and when they arrived inside Dumbledore's office, he gazed at them almost in amusement.

Lily realized that her face must be bright red, and she damned her genes; she always managed to flush when she was embarrassed or angry. It was inevitable. Shifting on her feet, she addressed the headmaster.

"You wanted to see us, Professor?"
"Yes, indeed I did."

James cut in, "Er- Professor Dumbledore, are you quite sure that you will not reconsider-"

Dumbledore suddenly stood up. "No, I will not." He said it calmly and not quite loud, but forceful enough to close James's mouth. After a fashion, the old man continued, "I called you in here because I have to ask you both a favor."

Lily nodded eagerly; if Dumbledore was not going to change anything, she might as well be in his complete favor. James noticed her eagerness and scowled.

"The Ministry has asked me to prepare two reports, you see; one on Cavillors and one on Auscultos."

"But why would they want-" James began, but Dumbledore did not wait for him to finish.

"They are interested in the happenings here at Hogwarts, especially with the war going on. They do not believe we can allow this division to continue and still win the war against Voldemort."

Lily and James both shifted noticeably, neither looking directly at Dumbledore anymore.

"Nevertheless, I will ask you two to prepare these reports for me. I have been fairly overwhelmed with my present obligations, and I know you both are capable of handling such a task. Would you oblige an old man?"

"Of course, sir." Lily smiled slightly. "I know enough about the Auscultos to write a very well-focused essay."

"Oh, no no Miss Evans. I meant that you will be preparing an essay on the Cavillors. Mister Potter here will be covering the subject of the Auscultos." Lily swore she saw Dumbledore's eyes give a small twinkle.

James's mouth fell open. "You can't be serious, Professor!"

"Oh, I am James. I am very serious. And I suggest that you begin immediately after your classes today, as I will require this essay to be finished in three days' time. Thank you both. I very much appreciate your efforts."

Lily, still shocked but regaining her sense of propriety, nodded carefully. She tread back to class with James several paces behind her, and yet she again felt that he was breathing down her neck. At this rate, it was going to be a very long year.

When she re-entered the classroom, the other students were placing ingredients away and gathering their books. Kristen smiled softly at her, sensing her extreme discomfort.

"What was that about? Potter didn't say anything to you, did he?"
"No…" Lily was suddenly too tired to form a thoughtful response, and for once she was grateful when Selene linked her arms through both Kristen and Lily, and pulled them out of the classroom.

Selene cast a look behind them and muttered, "Potter and his bloody friends are planning something. So help me Merlin, I am going to find out what it is and bash all of their heads in."

Kristen shook her head but silently approved of their more aggressive friend, while Lily stared at the floor underneath them.

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Lily found out that they were indeed planning something later that evening when she was walking back from the library, a few books coddled against her chest. She had calmed herself and decided that she would do this essay, even if her beliefs told her that it was absurd, and she would do it well.

Suddenly she felt a strange tingling feeling begin at her feet and rise swiftly up to her chest. She suddenly felt like she couldn't move and tried to spin around but found that her feet were rooted to the ground- literally. She reached up and felt – were those leaves? Where was her hair? She swallowed her panic and yelled, "POTTER!"

There was a sudden bout of laughing behind her, and try as she might, she could not turn around to find the source. She felt hands touching her head roughly, as if examining their handiwork. "Get your blasted hands off me!"

"Fine, Ausuclto. Don't be so bossy."

James appeared in front of her, followed by Sirius. "At least your hair matches your eyes now, Evans." James smirked at her, ruffled his hair, and the two of them set off down the corridor cackling.

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A few hours later, Lily found herself sitting in the Gryffindor common room. She had left her two friends upstairs, where they were climbing into bed, and descended the stairs to begin her research. She was far too irritated to get any sleep just yet. She roughly grabbed the first book in her stack and flipped the cover open, her emerald eyes scanning the page.

The Beginning of the Separation

It has been said before that Voldemort wants nothing more than to break the wizarding world into two. It is therefore expected that the separation we see at Hogwarts was mainly caused by his disturbances.

At first, students were eager to become involved in the fight against Voldemort. It was their future, and they wanted to have a say in it. Thus they debated on what should be done. Almost every student favored a different opinion, but most of them could be fitted into two categories. In time, the debating sides split into two groups.

One group wished not to find Voldemort right away. They believed the best course of action was to prepare themselves and their plans before moving into action. They wanted to consider and reconsider their decision before they were certain it was the necessary thing to do. But by no means did they wish to let Voldemort go on with his ghastly actions. They simply did not wish to rush into anything, for they feared that the consequences might be worse. This group became known as the Auscultos.

The other group, however, did not believe that there was enough time to think it over. They wanted to be rid of Voldemort, and be rid of him right then. No time could be wasted in trying to find the best solution. In doing that, more wizards and witches would die. This group collectively became known as the Cavillors.

Both opinions are respected, and were respected at Hogwarts at the time. Fatefully, debates soon became heated arguments, and violence took the place of compromise. Students turned against each other in what seemed to be its own war. They split in every way possible, over time. It has been around five years since the initial split, and still the separation is more evident than ever. The groups became more than a singe-issue argument. In addition to their views on the Voldemort issues, they formed other similarities within their groups.

Auscultos are known for working diligently. Most are honest and blunt. They are no smarter than their Cavillor counterparts, yet because of their dedication to their work, they often receive higher marks and more distinctions. They are often good listeners. (Hence Ausculto- to hear attentively).

Cavillors are bright and creative. Because of that creativity, they often enjoy pranks and a game; which is what earned them their name, meaning 'to joke'. They are friendly and stubborn.

Although these similarities are often noticed, not all of them can be categorized this way. It is mainly their choice of which group to join that makes these students who they are.

Sadly, what started out to be a way to bring Voldemort down ironically turned out to be exactly what he wanted; a complete separation.

Lily let out a breath and flipped the page.

The Cavillors

Ever since the days of friendly debates, this side of the argument has been fundamental in its-

"Fancy seeing you here."

Lily turned towards the spiteful voice and scowled for what must have been the four-hundredth time that day. "I will not honor you will the presence of my company," Lily practically growled at him. She snapped her book shut and grabbed her pile of work, deciding that she would rather do this by wandlight in her bed than sit down here while he made useless and inane remarks.

"Suit yourself." James sniffed. "Really you are doing me a favor, leaving me a whole common room to myself."

Lily frowned and realized that he was right, although she would never admit it. Nevertheless, she rose from where she was seated and said, "I would never do anything to make life easy on you, Potter."

She was just about to brush past him when he caught her arm in his hand, looking ready to say something scathing to her. She continued to walk past him and his hand fell away slowly. Lily ignored the tangible and tingling trail his fingertips left on her arm. She took a deep breath and began to climb the stairs, silently aware of his stare on her back.

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A/N: Woo! I haven't written fanfiction in soo long. I hope you all don't hate me too much for this. It will not take as long as last time, I promise. Like I said before, I am already posting this at unknowableroom . org…a site you all should definitely check out, because it's amazing. Chapter two shall be up shortly.

Happy Holidays,

Emily