"Oh gods, I'm so sorry!" the mysterious girl exclaimed, bending down to pick up Severus's books, which he'd dropped when she rammed into him in the hall on his way to class.

He shook his head, taking it back. "No trouble."

"I was in a hurry…I should've been paying attention but…Oh, this is yours." She handed him a notebook then snatched it back. "No, wait…that one's mine. This one is yours…" she handed him the other one, which she'd accidentally tucked in with her own books. "I'm so sorry. Please forgive me."

"It's alright, really."

"Alize," she said by way of introduction, thrusting her hand out toward him. But before he could shake it, she startled suddenly, jumping away from him with a curse and rushing around the corner. As she ducked out of sight, he saw Sirius Black leaving the classroom she had just been in, pausing outside the door to look around.

He raised a brow, looking after her quizzically before heading off to class. That had been a bit odd. More than a bit actually. More like downright strange. She'd seemed to be completely frantic to get away from the classroom just seconds before Sirius Black had exited it. What was that about? Though he honestly hated Sirius Black with a passion, he knew most women would fall at his feet…or skip that and fall right into his bed. Severus scowled, thinking of that beautiful girl, then his lips raised in a small smile. She seemed not to like Sirius Black. And she was nice…and very pretty. More than pretty. She'd been stunning, though a bit distracted. He couldn't quite shake the encounter as he sat down in his seat and pulled out his notebook, flipping it open as he prepared for the beginning of class. As he looked down at it, he felt his smile grow just a bit bigger. She had given him her own notebook after all and the prettiest handwriting he'd ever seen stared up at him from the first page.

Property of Alize B. Warren.

Potions class with Professor Slughorn, in the dungeons.

As his eyes scanned over the words again and again, he realized with a jolt that this was the first time he'd smiled in a very long time. He had so very little to be happy about lately…but a few seconds with a beautiful, clumsy stranger and a notebook full of her pretty handwriting had brought him out of his perpetually bad mood. His smile widened as another thought struck him. He had to bring it back… He absently flipped through the notebook as he sat there, wondering about the girl. She'd taken careful notes, adding her own thoughts to Professor's lesson. She was obviously a good student and quite skilled in that subject in particular. He paused at one entry, chuckling to himself.

Why the fuck is the idiot bugging me?

Did this perhaps have something to do with how she'd acted around Black? The next page was a long line of short responses to whatever someone had been saying to her.

Leave me alone.

I'm trying to work here, moron.

You're wasting your time.

No, I will absolutely not.

Do your own work, asshole.

I don't care.

Fuck you. You're an idiot. Stop wasting my time, it's not going to happen.

Ever.

He found himself grinning at her spunk, such pretty handwriting, so determined… Throughout the class, he kept looking back down at the pages in front of him, tracing his fingers over the letters now and again. When the bell rang he was surprised. He hadn't thought that much time had passed.

He gathered his things up, wondering where he'd find her. He decided to check the library first, not knowing where else to look. He hadn't noticed what house she was in, but she was definitely not Slytherin. He was lucky enough to run into her on the way. But she wasn't alone. Sirius Black stood in front of her, pressing her up against a wall. She didn't seem pleased at all. In fact, she held his fingers bent all the way back, glaring up at him as he groaned in pain, trying and failing to pull away.

"You touch me with that goddam hand one more time and I will break it off," she spit out, obviously enraged.

"You see, love, that is an impossibility…you're much too intriguing a woman to be left alone."

"Black, don't you have other women to terrorize?"

"No one asked you, Snivellus. And a gem such as this one must be snatched up by someone who can appreciate its value."

"Oh my gods, are you really just that stupid?" the girl exclaimed, shoving him away. "I don't want you. What part of that can you not comprehend, hmm? I as in me, Alize Belinda Warren, Hogwarts's first American student. Don't as in do not, will not, never will, ever as long as I shall breathe. Want as in crave or desire. You, as in Sirius Black, arrogant amorous asshole idiot. I. Don't. Want. You."

"I want you too, my lovely."

Severus shook his head in disgust. "You gave me the wrong notebook, Alize…you wouldn't happen to have mine with you, would you? It's alright if you don't…I can get it later…I'm Severus, by the way. Severus Snape."

"I have it right here, actually." She went digging in her robes, pulling out several small objects before finally locating his notebook. "You wouldn't happen to know how to get rid of him, would you?" she asked as she handed it over.

"He does happen to despise me…perhaps if we left together…"

Sirius laughed. "Isn't that cute? Little Snivellus thinks he has a chance with her…Like anyone would like you…"

"Fuck off, Black."

"Excuse me," Alize said, offended. "I happen to think he's a fuck of a lot better than you."

"You haven't given me a chance…"

"Why would I give you a chance when you introduced yourself by sticking your fucking fingers up my skirt?"

"I'm sorry but you were practically begging for it…Do you have any idea what those legs do to me?"

"My, you sound like a gentleman," Severus muttered, suddenly he was against the wall as James Potter came from behind, his wand out.

"Was he bothering you, Snuffles?"

"No, more like a pest, but I do believe he was antagonizing this lovely lady."

"What the fuck are you doing?" she demanded of James. "If anyone should be pinned to the wall, it would be him." She whipped her wand out, pointing it at Sirius and suddenly he was pressed against the wall as well.

"Why would you do that?" He dropped Severus unceremoniously to the ground. "Are you defending this git?"

"Are you defending this one?" she countered, lifting Sirius higher up off the ground. "Because he was the one antagonizing me."

James shrugged. "That's who he is…"

"Great friend, mate, really."

"Keep the asshole away from me," Alize said, throwing Sirius to the floor. She stepped over his crumpled body, took Severus's hand, and hurried away with him in tow.

"Sorry you had to deal with him…"

"He has to be the most annoying man I have ever met." She stalked off toward the library, where he'd been headed to find her.

"I agree. It was truly nice to meet you, Alize."

"And you too, Severus. I'm so sorry about mixing up our notebooks."

"No, it's alright." He handed her hers, smiling. She took it and tucked it into her robe.

"You seemed like you were in a hurry to get somewhere. I didn't sidetrack you, did I?"

"Not at all…"

"Good." She slowed down a bit, less concerned about being ambushed again now that they were further away. She released him. "Thank you for coming to my defense."
"I couldn't just leave you…"

"You have no idea what it's like living with that…that…beast. I have never encountered such sheer cockiness in my life. It's my first fucking day of class, pardon my language if you please, and he slides his hand under my skirt beneath the desk without even a "Hello, how are you? I'm Sirius Black a giant fucking dick face"."

He couldn't help but laugh. "I see your problem."

She let out a hard, long suffering sigh. "I hate the idiot. I really do."

"I share the sentiment."

"Anyway…" the further she got away the more she seemed to relax. "I hope you won't mind that I flipped through your notebook."

"Oh…no that's alright. I kind of did the same to yours."

"Your notes are very detailed." She smiled. "I copied some…"

"Thank you…or…you're welcome…or both…I suppose…" He smiled.

"Definitely very helpful."

"I do try."

"It was very nice meeting you, Severus," she said, pausing outside the library doors. "I do hope I'll see you again."

"I…I do, too. Actually I was…just headed this way…"

"Really? Would you like to sit with me then?"

"If you don't mind."

"Not at all." She moved into the library, then slipped into a chair at one of the small, two people tables.

He sat across from her, pulling out his Potions book. He watched as she did the same. She sat back in her seat, curling up with her legs beneath her as she leaned over the table, obviously engrossed in what she was reading.

He watched her over the top of his book unable to concentrate on anything but her. He hadn't known it was possible for someone to be so damn beautiful. She had to be a goddess in human form because her features were literally flawless. She had big eyes the color of liquid jade with streaks of baby blue breathing through. Her nose was dainty and perfectly straight, smattered with a very fine dusting of golden freckles. Her lips were captivating. They were full and luscious and the color of delicious red apple. He couldn't help but long to kiss those lips, and tangle his hands in her long red curls. But Sirius and James's words came back to taunt him. It was true that nobody wanted to be with him. In fact, no one even wanted to be around him. His best friend since childhood had abandoned him last summer after a particularly nasty bullying incident. And now he had no one. He'd been so alone for so long. Why did he think that he was worthy enough to even be in this lovely woman's presence? He was a fool but he couldn't bring himself to walk away. He looked away, down at his book, trying to keep focused on anything but her.

"Wrong," he heard her whisper in that enchanting voice. "All wrong."

"Hmm?" He looked back up.

"Okay, I know this potion is a difficult one to brew," she showed him the page she was reading. "But how fucking hard is it to write a recipe down correctly?"

He smiled. "You're really good. Not a lot of people would've noticed that…"

"How could I not? This mistake makes it ten times harder to brew."

"I made notes in mine…" He flipped his book to the same page, showing her the changes he'd made to the recipe. A beautiful smile spread across her lips as she read.

"I made the same ones." She gestured to the pretty handwriting down the side of the page.

He chuckled. "We're a lot more alike than I thought…"

"Scary isn't it?" She lowered her book to the table, flipping to the next page.

"A bit…"

She reached into her pocket and withdrew a pen, using it to write across her book instead of a quill. As she worked, she grew more and more frustrated with her hair, which fell over her shoulders and obscured the page. She kept restlessly tossing the strands back over her shoulders or tucking them behind her ears.

He smiled, setting his book on the table. After a while she lost all patience with the long locks. She thrust her hand into her pocket and withdrew a headband, using it to shove her hair back away from her face. He stood, moving his chair closer. "What kinds of potions have you brewed as of yet?" Potions was a safe subject, he thought.

"Well…" she looked up at him, biting her lip. "All of them…"

"All of them?"

"Well…every one that's in this book, at least. Actually, I…Well I'll show you…" She started flipping through the book.

He smiled. "It's just…I've done most…but all? That's amazing…"

"I had a lot of free time," she said, her voice suddenly a bit dark. She finally reached the page she was searching for and flipped the book to show him. He recognized the section, it was dedicated to lycanthropy. The potion she'd flipped to was called Lupine, a fairly new potion that stripped away a werewolf's pain. She pointed to the name of the alchemist who had discovered it. Alize B. Warren.

"You created that potion…?"

"And this one." She flipped the next page to the potion Sirian, which was another brand new potion that kept a werewolf in control of his consciousness while turned, making them no more dangerous than large dogs.

"Wow…that's amazing…"

"Thank you…But I was just trying to help a friend when I made i- Oh shit!" She ducked beneath the table as the Marauders entered the library. He smiled, but the smile faded quickly as they approached him.

"What the fuck, Snivellus? You want another incident like what happened with Lily? You should know better by now."

"Fuck off, Black."

"I'm not here," Alize whispered, looking up at him from between his legs. She put her finger to her lips and slowly started to crawl out from under the table, staying low to the ground.

He smothered a grin.

"I saw you two leave together. Where'd she go?"

"Leave him alone, mate. It's not like it's his fault you're an ass sometimes," Remus said, without looking up from his book. Alize was out from beneath the table, but she stuck to the floor. The only one who would see her without leaning over the table and looking directly down at her would be Lupin, who was extremely tall. But his nose was buried in his book and she moved off toward the library stacks slowly without being seen.

"How am I supposed to know where she went?"

"I saw you."

"She's Gryffindor, isn't she? Perhaps she went to the common room."

"I know all about how you like Gryffindors, huh, Snivelly?"

"I wouldn't know anything about that. I'm Slytherin. I despise Gryffindors, of course." He watched him coolly turning back to his book. Alize was right next to the stacks at this point. She paused only long enough to wave at him before turning the corner and disappearing, a small flash of her long red hair all that could be seen before she vanished completely. He smiled, careful to hide where he was looking.

Pettigrew moved next to him. "That's hers, alright, Padfoot…she was here…"

Severus cursed under his breath. She'd left her potions text book on the table, flipped open to the Sirian potion. Not only was her name clearly displayed as the inventor of the potion, she'd written several notes from other potions in the margins and her gorgeous handwriting was unmistakable.

"Hey, Moony…Have you seen this?" Sirius picked up the book, showing Lupin the potion.

"What? Oh…I…she made that?" Remus completely forgot about the book he'd been reading, lowering it to his side to examine the one thrust into his face.

"If you're finished with me…" He stood, walking out of the library, quickly. He didn't see Alize as he hurried away. He wondered if she was still stuck in the library, wandering the stacks until the Marauders left so she could leave herself.

He bit his lip, feeling a little guilty for leaving her.

"Don't worry a bit, Padfoot. You'll get her. I'll help you."

"Leave her alone. I mean it…she deserves better… she's a hero…"

"Moony…honestly? Now you're falling for her."

"Hardly…she's a nice person, you know…a very nice person…who I happen to admire for her brilliance…and I know she doesn't appreciate your interest, Sirius, so leave her alone."

Sirius laughed, a loud barking sound. "That wouldn't be fair to her. And that wouldn't be right. James chased Lily for six years before she said yes. I can't give up after a day."

"It's not giving up. It's admitting defeat. You'll just make her hate you. And by default, me…"

"Oh, thank you for your worry, Moony…always so selfless…"

"Sometimes I really can't stand you guys…I'm going to find a new book…" He wandered away into the stacks of books. As he walked up and down the shelves, he came across the very woman they'd been searching for earlier. She was curled up on the floor in the corner with a book open in her lap.

"Hey…" He approached her, smiling. She slammed her book shut with a look of panic, swiftly rising to her feet and clutching the red leather tome in front of her as if bracing for an assault. "Don't worry…he may be my friend, but I know how much of an asshole he is…"

She slowly lowered her book, cautiously lowering her guard as well. "Hi, then…"

"I'm Remus Lupin…" He held out his hand. "You…you made Sirian and Lupine…? Sorry I just saw it in the potion book and…it's really nice to meet you."

"Alize Warren." She shook his hand, hers warm and soft.

"I'm sorry about Sirius. When he decides he wants something…it's kind of hard to stop him…"

"Hey, Moony, we're leaving!" he heard Sirius shout.

"Put a leash on him," she said with a scowl. "And add a muzzle for good measure."

"We did once…" he grinned. "For a dare."

Her own bright smile answered his and she bit her lip before saying, "So have I."

"Really? You learn something new every day…I'm sure you could pull off that look."

"Are you kidding? I was the best looking person wearing a collar and leash in history. Totally."

"I believe it." He shifted on his feet, looking around. "I should…probably go catch up with them…but I don't feel like leaving yet."

"He's not going to come looking for you, is he?"

"No. Probably not." He stuck his hand in his pocket.

"Then feel free to stay. But if I hear him coming toward me I'm gone. Poof. Where'd she go? You'll never know…"

He laughed, leaning back against the shelf. "You don't have to worry, love. Promise."

"You seem trust worthy enough." She sat back down on the floor and flipped her book open again, settling it on her knees but still looking up at him.

He pulled out a roll of parchment. "I'll warn you long before he gets here…" he murmured, unrolling it and setting it beside him as he sat across from her, pulling his own book out.

"I appreciate it." She leaned back against the wall behind her and lowered her head to read, twirling a lock of her long, red curls around her finger.

He found that he could not even begin to focus on his book, which he had actually found quite interesting, with her right there, she was too intriguing. He glanced at the parchment, every few minutes then immediately looked back to her face. Against his will, his mind conjured the image of the extremely beautiful woman wearing a collar with a leash attached. He couldn't help but lick his lip, the image too sensual for words. His eyes began to stray from her face to survey her body, curled around her book. Her face wasn't the only part of her that was stunning. She had long legs, skin as pale as snow, slender arms, and large breasts that strained her shirt. His book slipped from his hands, sliding to the floor, unnoticed, as he continued to ogle her then he grabbed his book, blushing, slightly ashamed as he forced himself to stare uncomprehendingly at the page before him. Of all the women he'd seen Sirius develop an "interest" for, she was the most beautiful. In fact, she was probably the most beautiful woman in history. She was definitely the sexiest. Even sitting there reading in her uniform, her body positively screamed "Want me…Need me…Fuck me…Please…" And God did he want to do just that…He blushed deeper. He couldn't keep himself occupied for long before he was openly staring again. He glanced at the parchment open beside him quickly, so that he could watch her more. To his horror, he saw Sirius was only two stacks away and moving swiftly toward them.

"Uh…hey, Alize, Sirius is…is coming," he murmured.

"What? Shit!" She leapt to her feet, abandoning her book on the ground and raced off out of the stacks…right into Sirius.

"Hello, lovely. I knew you'd want to see me. What a lucky coincidence. I was merely looking for my friend." He grinned, pulling her close against him. "But he can wait."

"Let go of me," she said stiffly.

"You came onto me…mm…I like the sound of that…"

"Come on, Sirius, let her go…you don't want another detention two days into the year…"

"She wants me, she just won't admit it."

"Honestly, we all get a little annoyed by you time to time but I don't think she likes you at all…"

"What part of 'don't touch me' don't you understand?" Her wand was whipped from her robe in seconds and pressed into his neck. As he stood there, he felt his tie slowly begin to constrict around his throat.

His arm dropped from around her as he clutched his tie. "Damn…Bitch…"

Remus stepped closer with a sigh, removing the spell. "You should really know better, Sirius. She isn't a slut like your girls…"

"Who said I only go for sluts, really?"

"You did…"

"I'm glad you got that out of your system," Alize said, tucking her wand away. "Now will you leave me the fuck alone?"

"Probably not, you're irresistible."

"I'm so done with this." She picked up her discarded book and straightened. When she was standing upright again she slapped him across the face with the book with all her might, leaving behind a dark red mark on his cheek before marching away.

He watched her walk away, still smiling as he rubbed his face. Remus glared at him silently, picking up his book and map. "Thank you, asshole. That was very kind of you."

James stood outside the library, flipping through his Quidditch through the Ages copy. He looked up to see Alize Warren march past, obviously upset, and he shook his head, turning back to his book. "Dumbass," he muttered before he realized the next page had a picture that looked very near identical to the girl that had just stormed past. The page was titled…no way…Alize Warren…wow…so she was more than just a pretty face, huh? Much more apparently. Flipping through the book he found 35 pages dedicated to her and how she had completely reinvented Quidditch in America. He was captivated by the moving pictures of some of the acrobatic moves she'd incorporated into her gameplay. It was absolutely amazing…half of the moves he'd never even seen before. God he hoped she joined the team. He wandered around, reading and rereading the pages about Alize. Eventually he walked off to the Quidditch pitch to do some flying alone. But he wasn't the only one there. The girl he'd been reading about already occupied the pitch. She was dressed only in a tight white tank top and tiny black shorts, her hair in a ponytail at the back of her head. She was using her broom to exercise, hanging on by her knees and doing sit ups. Every move called attention the best parts of her…which was everything. She was incredibly sexy…even more beautiful than Lily and he'd always thought Lily was the most beautiful girl at Hogwarts. He smiled. God he'd get himself into trouble like this… but he couldn't help it. He agreed with Sirius. She was irresistible. He walked onto the pitch, still watching her, intrigued. Her pale skin was drenched in sweat and her red lips moved as she counted. Every time she laid flat, perpendicular to the ground, her long hair brushed the grass. He must have a thing for red heads…But he was pretty sure anyone would have a thing for her. He swallowed hard, his eyes taking in every detail at once. Her large breasts practically bursting out of that top, bouncing as she moved. Flat stomach that contracted as she pulled herself up onto the broom. Her long, well-shaped legs. And that beautiful face, that gorgeous hair the color of cherries.

"Don't even bother trying out. You'd never make it," he joked with a grin.

"I dunno," she said, slightly breathless. She didn't even bother to pause in her work out, nor did she lose count. "I was told I don't even have to try out to get on the team."

"I don't remember saying that…and I'm captain…all decisions go through me or Professor McGonagall, and if she found someone, she'd tell me…" His eyes followed her bouncing breasts as she continued to work.

"It was the first thing she said to me when I was sorted into Gryffindor." As she moved, her wand slipped from the waistband of her tiny shorts and he realized she'd been using it to play music. A dark, pounding song.

"I think I've read about you somewhere…" He picked up her wand, handing it to her. "Welcome to the team. New Beaters are always welcome. Especially ones with such a good…physique."

She tucked it back into her waistband before continuing her work out. "I didn't say I wanted to be on."

"But you have to…you're brilliant. I've never seen anyone with skills like yours. We'd be sure to win…"

"I'm sure you'll be fine without me." She swung herself up onto the broom handle, straddling it.

"I doubt it, we've been on a bit of a losing streak lately…and you'd be an amazing addition to the team…I'll even let you choose your partner…anyone…"

She raised a brow, lifting up into the air and then swinging down so she was hanging upside down, her face inches from his. "You've never actually seen me fly."

"I've seen enough." He held up Quidditch through the Ages. "The book is fucking dedicated to you for your skill and ability."

"That doesn't mean anything." She lowered her broom so her hands were pressing into the grass, then released her hold on the handle so she tumbled gracefully to the ground, landing fluidly on her feet.

"You're showing off…I could do that if I tried…"

"Could you?" She sent her broom away, choosing instead to demonstrate more of the acrobatic abilities she'd gathered from her years of dancing and gymnastics. He definitely couldn't do any of those.

"Maybe…if I had a lot of practice time…" he mumbled, smiling. She straightened, reaching for her wand and silencing the music. Then she sank down into the grass, lying flat on her back, spread eagled, panting. He sat beside her. "So what do you say? Honestly I'd pay you, but apparently that's unethical."

"I don't need any money."

"That's a yes, right?"

"That's a 'when your asshole friend leaves me the fuck alone'."

"Right…um…that's…hard to do…see…he's determined…so…I don't know if there's anything I can do…but anything else…"

She sighed. "I could come to one practice and see how much you need me. But that's as much as I'll promise."

"Thank you…and I'll do my best to keep him away from you…"

"Thank you." She rolled onto her stomach and buried her face in her arms. The strands of her long, sweat damp ponytail stuck to her cheeks, the back of her neck, her tank top, her hips, curling around her buttocks to cling to the back of her thighs.

He licked his lips. "Anything for the heroine of my team..." he breathed.

She chuckled, the sound muffled by her arms. She was prettier than Lily, obviously more intelligent, more intriguing, her interests suited his more than Lily's did… What the fuck was wrong with him? He'd been chasing Lily for six years, he'd been ecstatic when she finally gave in, and he was quite happy with his relationship. But Alize was…she was…perfection. And Lily certainly had her flaws…

Flaws were good, he told himself. Lily was good. Lily was lovely…His…He shouldn't be daydreaming about other women…but as long as he didn't do anything about it…it couldn't hurt… His eyes roamed over Alize's body again. She was the embodiment of desire, the personification of lust, sex made palpable, touchable.

God he hoped Lily didn't see him ogling her like this…not that she was really the jealous type but still…

He sat back, setting his book next to him with his broom. He had to keep himself from looking at her. But it was so damn hard. Her pale skin, her vibrant hair, her sexier than should be legal body were all designed to keep all eyes on her. He forced himself to stand. "See you at practice next week…" Even after he said it, he couldn't make himself move.

She raised one small hand and gave him a curt wave before returning to lying there, cooling off. He grabbed up his things, turning on his heels and rushing off before he lost all resolve.

"Are you alright?" The beautiful redhead seemingly asleep on the Quidditch pitch raised her head to look up at him with the loveliest eyes he had ever seen.

"Fine. Sorry…am I in the way?" She sat up, pushing her damp hair over her shoulder.

"Not at all…continue on…you look like you had a tough go of it…I don't mind…I'll be up there anyway…"

"Is it really that obvious?" she asked sheepishly, standing on her bare feet to brush stray pieces of grass off her bare legs and pale arms.

"Not really…I have a Seeker's eye, I suppose…"

"I was working out…" She glanced around the pitch then nodded her head. A second later a sleek metal broom glided over to sit in front of her. "Well…taking a break from the work out."

"I was just coming to do some working out myself…"

"Mind if I joined you then?"

"No problem."

"I'll try to stay out of your way." She whistled and a small trunk landed in front of her a minute or so later.

He raised his hand to call his broom to him. "What's that?"

"My practice items." She flipped the lid open. Five extra size bludgers darted into the air. She lifted her wand to enchant the quaffle so it moved freely like a bludger and sent it into the sky as well. After that she fiddled with the wand some more until a loud song began to play from it. Just as he was straining to hear the lyrics, it went silent and he realized she'd fixed it so only she could hear the music. She turned the volume of the song all the way up, though he still couldn't hear anything, and tucked her wand into her tiny shorts.

"How do you play…?"

"You have to score fifteen goals in five minutes while avoiding the bludgers or the quaffle will explode."

"Wow…Can I play…?"

"Sure thing." She mounted her broom, grabbing her bat from the trunk before settling into position. "The timer starts as soon as we're in the air."

He climbed on his own broom. "Which goalposts? Does it matter?"

"The tallest one only."

"Got you… That makes it harder…" He looked up at the balls in the air.

"Well…the game is illegal in America."

"Illegal? So I have a rule-breaker on my hands then?" He grinned, looking over at her.

She winked. "I invented the game."

"Amazing. Who are you exactly? Probably should've asked first…"

"Alize Warren." She reached out her hand to him.

"Regulus Black," he said as he shook her hand.

"Ah fuck…" she groaned. "Just fucking great. Really? Really? Why me?"

"Sorry…am I missing something here…?"

"Your brother is a demented, delusional, arrogant asshole idiot. Please tell me you aren't one too."

"That creature isn't my brother," he said coldly.

"That creature is barely human," she said, obviously irritated.

"Agreed."

"Now I'm all tense again." She rolled her shoulders. "Fuck this. I'm flying." She shot off into the air and the bludgers attacked her all at once.

He took off as well, chasing the quaffle, with a smile on his face. After twenty rounds of this "game", Regulus could take no more. He collapsed on the ground, exhausted, to watch as Alize continued to pummel both bludger and quaffle.

He watched her as he lay breathless, enchanted by her. She was incredibly strong and determined. She didn't appear to even be tired after the multiple beatings she got. And she was innovative. She didn't just use the bat, she also used her body. Her incredible flexibility helped as she used hips, legs, feet, shoulders, hands, wrists, ankles, knees, everything she could to get the quaffle through the goal and keep the bludgers away from her face. He grinned, still panting as his eyes followed her across the pitch. He was so distracted by her unbelievable flying that it took him a while to notice the other unbelievable things about her. Her body was absolutely magnificent. Each movement was magic, fluid, beautiful. She was almost like sex on a broom… Eventually she grew bored and sent the balls back to their trunk, leaping from her broom to land in a crouch beside him.

"You're amazing, Alize…" He lay on his back, looking up at her. "I'm no match for you."

"Thank you." She wiped sweat from her face and lifted the trunk onto her hip. "Thanks for playing with me."

"Anytime…really…I had fun. I hope we'll be doing this again…"
"We'll see." She tugged on her tank top but it was firmly molded to her ample chest with sweat. "I'll see you later. It was nice to meet you."

"You too…good luck with the mutt…"

"Thanks. I'm gonna need it…" she muttered before stalking off, her long ponytail swishing across her round bottom.

He watched her appreciatively as she walked away, with a low whistle. She was fucking gorgeous…

Peter Pettigrew sat in the library, poring over all the American newspapers he could find as Sirius had requested. Books about America's most famous witches and wizards were spread out in front of him as well as the detailed and complicated lineages of every single wizarding family in western Europe and the Americas. He found that Alize was from the two purest wizarding families of France and America: the Warrens and the Celestines of France. After reading further, he came to realize that the Celestines were the most pure wizarding family in the world with the Warrens close behind. Neither family had a single muggle, squib, or blood traitor in their entire history. And both families traced their heritage all the way to Merlin, the world's first recognized wizard. He smiled excitedly, especially when he found news that she was a murderess. She'd killed her own sister, her identical twin, April, in cold blood. She'd survived the killing curse. He held the papers in his hand, twitching with eagerness as he rushed to tell his new friends of the girl's past. The Dark Lord would surely love to have such an intelligent, highly skilled, pure witch among his ranks. My, she was so pure she was most certainly almost to his Lord's stature. He changed into a rat hiding the papers to run to the Slytherin common room, through a hole in the wall, hiding until he saw the light of the sixth year dormitories, climbing out and changing back into a man. "She is perfection. Our Lord would be so pleased."

Amycus Carrow glared at him from his bed. "What now, filthy rat?"

"The American girl that the Black idiot is so fond of…she's pure as snow…and…she's murdered before…" He smiled, giggling nervously. "We must inform him…"

"What makes you think she is worthy?"

"She is more worthy than any of us. Look at this. She has killed as a mere child…her own twin sister…and there are rumors that she is behind her mother's death. She is perfect. Should I contact our Lord now?" He trembled with enthusiasm, pulling up his sleeve to reveal the dark mark.

Severus glanced up at him. "There's no way she's willing to follow the Dark Lord."

"We'll find out, won't we?" Pettigrew touched his dark mark.

"You idiot…" Severus murmured. "You realize when he learns that it is impossible, you will be punished?"

"Nothing is impossible for our Lord." He took all of the papers, running into the wall as a rat again across to the fifth year dormitories. "Regulus I have the best news…"

"Oh, how I love to hear from you," he muttered, pulling the blanket further over his eyes. "I'm tired and I don't give a fuck, Pettigrew."

"The Dark Lord will be calling soon," he hissed.

Regulus jerked up. "What? Why? Who did what? Is someone going to be punished?" he whispered almost frightened.

"No, rewarded. Me! I have provided the Dark Lord with a new servant. Or I shall, at any rate…"

Within a few seconds, his dark mark tingled and then stung as his master called, pulling at him. "I really fucking hate you, Pettigrew," he muttered as they were forced to Disapparate.

"What was so urgent you had to call on me, Wormtail?" the young man asked, standing at the front of the long table, a large viper wrapped around his body. None were fooled by his façade, his true nature could be felt in waves, his evil, powerful aura surrounded him. Peter fell to his knees, trembling, conscious that he was in the presence of the most powerful wizard in the world.

"My Lord, I have found you the perfect servant. I have p-proof of her worth." He did not look up from the ground as he set the papers on the table. The Dark Lord immediately drew the papers to himself with his wand.

"What is this?" he said in his quiet, yet commanding voice.

"Sh-she is p-perfect, my Lord…"

"I do not see the urgency in such a situation."

Peter stood trembling to pull out a picture from his robes. "I h-have a p-picture, my Lord."

He looked up at him, his eyes cold. "What good is a picture, Wormtail? All I must know is if she can be won over."

Peter set the picture of Alize exercising on her broom down on the table and the Dark Lord looked at the picture for a long moment before looking up. "I do not trust Wormtail with such a delicate task. One of my more trusted servants must complete it."

"B-but my…my Lord…"

"Severus, Regulus. You must do this for me."

They bowed their heads to him. "We will try our best, my Lord," Severus murmured, exchanging a glance with the younger Death Eater.

"Go, now, all of you. Except Wormtail."

The witches and wizards in attendance were immediately repelled, forced to leave as they had been forced to come.

"D-do I receive m-my reward now, my Lord?"

"Reward?" He regarded him with one brow raised then a chilling smile. "Ah yes. I have a special task for you, my loyal servant."