Lily gazed out the living room bay windows, lost in thought.

She was in Potter Manor! Her grandpa was upstairs sleeping! Her Daddy's godfather, and Teddy's dad! The Marauders! Her idols! Three of the most important men of the First and Second war against Voldemort! Tom was going to have a whole lot easier time keeping quiet about the future. Tom freaked Dumbledore out, a great deal. She made a mental note to remember that. Her great-grandparents came up with a back-story for her and Tom. She was Isebela Potter, Harold's 2nd-cousin-twice-removed's niece's granddaughter, "but just call her cousin". Tom was Tom Smith, Elizabeth's best friend's second cousin from New Orleans. He was just Tom. They arrived from New Orleans after a fire consumed both all their possessions and their guardians. They were to attend Hogwarts starting this year, and they were to be watched out for.

Tom got to keep his same appearance, but Lily had to change her hair color from auburn to black. She was glad that was the only thing that had to be done, her hair got to stay curly and wild.

She sighed as the sun climbed over the beautiful landscape. She hated lying to family, and even if they had never met, they were family. If it was keeping a secret, she could deal, but lying she hated. She saw the sun grow brighter as her eyelids grew heavier. She had but one thought before she succumbed to sleep.

What does Tom think of this.

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"James, wake up! C'mon!" An overly excited voice shouted in James' ear, while hands shook him awake.

"Get away from me, ya silly mutt!" he reached over, smacking at the hands trying to kidnap him from the wonderful world of sleep.

"You're mom said she had important news to tell us!" the owner of the voice ripped the sheet off his body. "C'mon!"

James opened his eyes to see his best-est friend/ brother-in-everything-but-blood Sirius Black leaning over him, with a smirk on his face. His good friend Remus Lupin stood at the door, leaning suavely against the door jam. With a yawn, James stood and stretched, arms raised over his head, back arching, and going on the very tips of his toes. He and his mates ambled down the stairs to the dining room. There sat his mother and a stange young man. He looked their height, fifteen, and had black hair to his shoulders, pale skin and weird blue-grey eyes.

"Who are you?" James asked.

"James! Be polite!" His mother reproached. "He is my best friend's second cousin from New Orleans. He will be staying here with us and going to Hogwarts with you three and Isebela this school year."

"Who's Isebela?" Sirius asked as he sat down at the table.

"Harold's 2nd-cousin-twice-removed's niece's granddaughter, but just call her cousin." Mrs. Potter said to the three, though directing the last of it to James.

"Cool! New cousin! Hope she ain't crazy." Sirius said, his eyes lighting up. Mrs. Potter smiled lovingly at Sirius.

"How old is she?" Remus asked, sitting next to Sirius. He grabbed the cup of orange juice that Sirius just poured from his hands as he raised the cup to take a drink. Sirius made a move to grab the cup back but Remus just firmly planted his palm on Sirius' forehead and drank with the other hand.

"Fifteen." Mrs. Potter responded. "Her and Tom both lost all their possessions and guardians in a fire in New Orleans. And before you ask, Isebela doesn't have an American accent. She was just visiting, but she didn't get to see much because the fire happened her first night there. She and Tom have just met, also. For a distant relation, she shares a lot with you and your father. The eyes, face shape" she paused, smirking as her eyes rested on James' messy hair, messier from sleep. "And the famous Potter hair."

James' hand instinctively reached up and ran through his messy hair. Sirius and Remus laughed and Mrs. Potter smiled at her son.

"Look who I found sleeping in the living room, at the windows." Mr. Potter said as he led a teenage girl in the dining room, a hand between her shoulders. She 5'8'' ( not bad for a fifteen year old) with brown eyes and black hair. Her head covered in wild curls, she looked like she could be James' little sister.

"Hi" she said, reaching for the coffee as she sat down.

"Hi, I'm James, this is Sirius and this is Remus." James introduced. The girl smiled at him warmly.

"I'm Isebela Potter, my friends and I love getting into as much trouble as we can. I pray to Allah, the pagan moon god to spar my friend (whose a werewolf). I speak fluent Latin, Greek, Italian, French and English. I play Chaser. One day I'll wears all black, then all bright colors then rebellious. My head is always covered in wild curls, usually with a flower in it. My dorm back at my old school always played music. Every type, every genre. I'm a soprano and plays the piano." She smiled and sipped at her coffee. "Just thought I'd speed along the 'getting-to-know-you' process along". There was a long silence until Tom broke it.

"Werewolf?" He asked. At her nod, he tilted his head to the side, in thought. "Cool."

"She is" Isebela replied.

"You guys good friends?" Tom inquired.

"The best of friends" she answered.

"That's nice" Tom smiled and went back to his breakfast.

"Well, this year is gonna be interesting" Sirius said, leaning back in his chair.

"God, I hope so!" Isebela said. "I hate dull time. I like adventure, excitement!"

"You are a Potter!" James smiled.

"That's what they say" Isebela's smile matched his.