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Disclaimer: Everyone
belongs to the wondrous J.K. Rowling. However, original characters Leighanne,
Constance, Professor Gray and Professor Coquette belong to none other than the
author of this fanfiction i.e. me.

Author's
note: I'm back! and hoping
that this fic will collect more reviews than my
previous ones have. So, what do you need to know? Firstly the pairings go as
follow: ... actually, if I told you I'd totally ruin the impact of certain
relationships and plot lines. You know its best just read the story.

Summary: A
roller-coaster romance intertwined with the tragic destiny of the Marauders.
Set during the apogee of the Dark Lord�s terror where alliances are key and
children grow up far too fast.

Rating: PG-13
mild swearing, sexual tension.

Chapter 1: Of Trains and the Upcoming.

Sirius Black
wasn't one to anticipate the future. Unlike the safety-cautious, freakishly
organized Remus, Sirius was far happier living in the present. Yet, as he
settled in his compartment, he was inexplicably hit with a sense of
helplessness. His seventh year had started and he'd be graduating much sooner
then he wished. With a loud groan, he felt the train lurch violently notifying
him that they were now headed back to Hogwarts. His heart quivered anxiously.
For the first time ever he caught himself pondering his future, which he was
decidedly unsure of.

He surveyed
his friends as coolly as possible, hoping his trouble wasn't apparent. Sirius
was positive he wasn't in the mood for a session of their psychotherapy. Particularly if Remus did the lecturing. They'd start
chatting about life after Hogwarts and would inevitably team up on him. You
don't know what to do with your life? Shame on you! See, he knew James was
dead set on being an Auror: to fight the good fight. Whereas Remus hoped to become a healer or a teacher. And
Peter, well, he fancied the same life as James, daring and bold.

Sirius,
however, was still a drifter.

He hadn't a
clue as to what to do with his life. One moment he was declaring his urge to
become an Auror, the next he was vehemently
proclaiming his desire to be a professional Chaser. The only problem with his
latter aspiration was that he had never played Quidditch
and though he kept telling James he could always learn, he was positive that he
would never make it through a match against Hufflepuff
let alone the big leagues.

Large rain
drops pelted heavily against their window. Sirius was awed at how perfectly it
fit his mood. It was awfully depressing being the only Marauder with no goals.

Suddenly,
his eyes widened as he was assailed with a vision of a much older, much greyer
Sirius sitting in a rocking chair at Grimmauld
Place. He was drinking tea while he witnessed the
traditional decapitation of his house-elf.

He was
gleeful.

He was his
father.

His stomach
flopped nervously. Was that what would happen to him?
Was that his punishment for living in the moment and never contemplating his
future? Would he grow to be what he'd shied from all his life? The
flitter-flutters in his gut became nauseating tremors.

Still
watching his fellow Marauders as casually as possible, he ordered himself to
think rationally. If he didn't, he'd soon border hysterics. All he really
needed to do was sort through this, make a list of his aptitudes, and consider
what kind of life he wanted. He raked his brain, calmly trying to figure out
when he had realized the magnitude of the Upcoming.

Urgh,
he thought, I sound like the Divination Professor.

At last,
Sirius concluded that his chaotic summer had fired his sudden life-after
Hogwarts crisis. Wisely, he narrowed down the causes. To begin with, he had
run away from Grimmauld Place
and no longer had a home. He had had to spend his vacation with his best
friend's family, which lead him to his second one: James' sister. The tension
between him and Leighanne was enough to drive anyone nutters.

Well, at
least I know why I need to
make a career choice, he surmised. Now, I guess all I have to do is
figure what kind of job I want. He sighed, half exasperated, half
disgusted. At such a ripe age, his life was already revolving around riches and
lustiness.

Money. Accursed thing, really. Surprisingly, having lived as a
Black for so many years had somewhat sheltered his perception of costs. For the
first time, he had paid for his supplies with change from his own pocket; he
had bought things with his own savings. And it was safe to say he hadn't
enjoyed it.

Lust. He
cursed his poor soul for being so eerily attracted to his best friend's sister.
A situation he hoped he wouldn't be subject to. Alas! the
world of a budding adult was anything but kind and trouble-free.

The train
gave a particularly vicious jerk and sent Remus and Peter's card game sliding
out of the compartment. "What kind of shit leaves the door open?"
Peter muttered as he crawled after the cards.

"Sirius!" Remus exclaimed.

"Sirius." Peter closed the door a little more forcefully then
intended.

"Sirius?"

"Yes, you Sirius Black." Remus said as he shuffled the deck.

Sirius
smiled sheepishly, running a hand threw his black hair for the umpteenth time.
"Sorry, mates."

They let him
off easy, no jinxing, just the customary, loving evil-eye.

Sirius
returned to his musing. He figured that until his growing attraction for
Leighanne ceased, it wasn't safe to live in the same house as her. Especially since
Mrs. Potter had given him the guest room next to hers. Not to mention the time
they'd actually kissed...

Hm, he
sure knew how to choose his vices.

Without
warning, there was a loud screech from outside their cabin and Sirius was
rudely interrupted. Shortly after the scream, there was a thump, then another
high-pitched squeal. Sirius shuddered as his ears perceived entirely new
decibels. The noise reminded him of his mother, which reminded him of his
summer, which just had to remind him of Leighanne. He swore mentally. Now he
was remembering the concern he'd felt last night when she'd passed him, redder,
tearier and angrier than he'd ever before seen.

"Hey,
Prongs, how's Leighanne?" Sirius voiced, letting none of his true emotions
for the sixth year transpire. "She was pretty shook up last night."
He slumped against the seat and regarded James lazily. That's it, Sirius,
play it cool.

In the
eventuality that James discovered Sirius' 'little secret', he seriously
wondered if he would ring his neck and hang him by his feet. Knowing Prongs and
his disability to control his acts of violence, he wasn't quite sure he was all
that safe sleeping in the same dorm as the spectacled Marauder. His life would
be on the line and he'd be entirely to blame.

James took a
while to respond. His gaze was unfocused and when he spoke, his voice was flat,
lost. "You heard how it is; Mum doesn't want her off at that muggle ballet academy in the states..." James trailed
off distractedly staring out the window and drawing the attention of both Remus
and Peter. Their chaotic game of Exploding Snap completely
forgotten.

His three
friends frowned at his lack of interest. Normally James would at least pretend
to concern himself with Leighanne's problems and go
into a lengthy explanatory babble that would prove some kind of brotherly worry
for her well-being.

Sirius let
out a quick breath and scowled. "You alright, mate?"

"Yeah,"
he muttered, still far off in his own world. If Sirius considered his life
hard, James' was right there in the running. The woe of a
teenage love life, or, in his case, lack thereof.

"C'mon,
Prongs, what's troubling you?" Remus lifted himself off the floor and sat
down softly next to James. It wasn't often that this specific Marauder needed
cheering, most of the time he was doing the consoling.

"You
know I made Head Boy," he declared resignedly, "but the Head Girl
just so happens to be �"

He was
abruptly interrupted as their compartment door slid open with haste. The four
boys heard the end of a heated conversation before a slim girl made her way
into it. Her eyes, eyes Sirius adored, were ablaze with something similar to
loathing.

"Do you
mind if I sit with you?" she asked sounding irritated. She waited for an
answer and played with a lock of hair that had fallen from her bun. She would
sooner rip it out then calm down, she noted with dismay.

"Sure
thing, Leigh," Peter squeaked cheerfully, staring at her from his place on
the floor.

She sat
down, slightly calmer, next to Remus and gave him a grateful smile. Sirius had
to suppress the twinge of envy that bubbled inside him.

"Thanks
a lot, I really can't stand Parkinson. Wherever she goes, she's followed by her
group of informants. We haven't even arrived and the whispers have
started!" She let out a huff of air and slumped in her seat, like Sirius.

There was a
short, pensive silence, before: "Excuses, excuses, Annie," James
spoke up mockingly, momentarily reverting to his old self. "We know you
came here to woo Remus, but I have a teeny word of advice for you. Next
time, at least try and be a little subtle!"

There was
barely a split second pause before she rebuked snappishly. "James, it's
understandable that you're jealous Remus here is getting noticed by the
opposite sex. You know, it isn't his fault you lack the pheromones that would
allow you to properly court a certain red-head." Leighanne stared at him
pointedly. "I'm glad one girl realized your ego's so inflated she wouldn't
be able to get within a 5k range of where you stood." She managed to
finish her heated retort with a contemptuous grin.

Dolt! Her triumphant grin dissolved nervously when
she felt a pair of stormy grey eyes land on her face. She glance at them and
quelled the blush that threatened to tinge her cheeks. There was no way in hell
she'd let him know he had that affect on her.

She dimly
heard her brother exhale noisily before he resumed gazing absent-mindedly at
the passing scenery. The rain was still pouring and blurred the greenery and
water akin to a dripping painting. Like Sirius, James' mood fit the weather
perfectly. She'd stung him more then she'd intended.

Leighanne
knotted her eyebrows, still holding Sirius' steady stare. "James? I didn't
mean to strike a chord..."

He let out a
long, suffering sigh and mumbled a low, "I know." Still, it didn't matter.
For once he had to acknowledge the fact that his sister was right, he'd never
date Lily. "I hate you women!" he exclaimed pitifully, sounding like
a five-year-old rather than a seventeen-year-old.

Leighanne
and Sirius broke their eye contact abruptly. What had he just said? There was a
brief silence followed by a frenzied uproar. Leighanne and Remus sniggered.
Peter squealed happily and repeatedly. Sirius let out a loud, bark like laugh,
incredulous. James had in never looked so damn piteous � practically huddled in
the corner, grimacing and disappointed.

"Aw, Jamesie has a wittle crush,"
Leighanne chuckled; her eyes alight with a mischievousness that made the
Marauders seem like amateurs. Did she smell blackmail? Payback? Revenge?

Luckily for
James, Remus was polite enough to pat his back sympathetically � always the
loyal friend. "Don't worry, Prongs," he comforted, hiding his
never-ending giggles with the back of his hand. "She can't hate you that
much."

"Oooh, yes she can!" she sing-songed.

"Leighanne,
don't be mean," Remus scolded half-heartedly earning an eye roll from the
girl in question.

"Whoa,
mate, you never told us you were that hung up on Evans!" Sirius said with
a blunt earnestness. He leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees.
"You fancy her now, don't you?"

Before James
could deny Sirius' statement, the compartment door slid open once more to
reveal Severus Snape. Looming ominously, he cleverly
hovered near the threshold, leaning against it, hands in pocket.
"Potter," he breathed venomously, "your girlfriend beseeches
your presence in the Head compartment."

Leighanne
frowned, noticing something she noticed every time the Marauders saw or talked
to Severus. Remus was doing his best to look
nonchalant, faking indifference. James and Sirius were on their feet
straightaway, wild and irate. Peter was still on the floor smiling excitedly.
Leighanne felt strangely dismayed by their reactions, but decided she had
better shake it off as a mood-swing.

"She's
not my girlfriend, Snivellus," James said with a
slight resentment. He advanced lethargically shooting daggers at the Slytherin.

Severus
stared at him and laughed harshly. "No surprise there." He took great
relish in James' pain. It was extremely satisfying.

"What
are you insinuating?"

The air was
tense with mutual hate. Leighanne's eyes were darting
between the two seventh years calculatingly. When Severus
spoke, his words were slow and articulate.

"Simply
that your girlfriend (James bristled angrily) knows who's who."

James
needn't be provoked when it came to Snape. His mere presence was enough to
ignite whatever hate he felt for the Slytherin. With
reflexes that caught even Sirius off-guard, James pulled out his wand, his hex
already chosen. "Furnun � "

"James!
Don't!" Leighanne screamed furiously, rising to her feet rapidly and
hitting his shoulder with uncanny viciousness.

There was a
high-pitched fizz; the spell struck the opposing wall scorching a neat hole
through it. Severus curled his lips in disgust,
expertly masking his relief. Leighanne watched in mild fascination as the train
wall emitted a nasty gurgling sound and mended itself, appearing better than
new in a meagre minute. She rounded on James. With glee, it was Severus' turn to watch with interest.

"Git! Are you trying to get your badge revoked? Get
your ego in check and go see Lily."

"Leigh,
you don't understand!" he whined. There it was again, the childish
mannerism that got on her nerves. He was supposed to be the older
sibling, not her. James pocketed his wand morosely. Her anger was rising
dangerously.

"I
don't care if I don't understand," she said ruthlessly. "Leave now
before someone gets hurt and we end up having to explain the whole incident to
McGonagall. I'm tired of detention and I'm tired of Filch breathing down my neck!"

James
glared. "I never asked you to follow me around."

Sirius
inclined his head, biting his lip. Hee hee, that was not the smartest thing to say, Prongs. He
cast Remus a glance who cast a sympathetic smile in James' direction.

Her cheeks
reddened. What a cheap shot! "I do not follow you around! I hang
around you. Like siblings normally do. So why don't you shut up, make your way
to the Head compartment and come back when you're less of an arsehole and more of a brother."

James looked
as though she'd socked him. His face contorted and for a brief moment it seemed
like he would physically hurt her. He sighed. "Fine."
Resigned, he pushed pass Severus taking great care to
deliberately knock him in the shoulder.

Severus
smirked unhappily and readied himself to leave. Leighanne was staring at him
pointedly, her eyes drifting over the features of his face. He threw a glare
her way and with sluggishness he knew she was using just to piss him off,
averted her gaze.

However, in
true Black fashion, Sirius called out before he could depart: "Stay away
from us, Snivellus. That's the best advice I could
give you."

"Warning
me, Black? I'm oh-so terribly frightened." He clutched something in his
pocket and Sirius followed suite. They were squaring up to each other slowly.

Leighanne's nostrils flared. "Mules." She yanked
the back of Sirius' shirt, forcing him into a seated position next to her. With
the faintest trace of a blush she placed her hand on his knees. "Please
stop acting like pigheaded blokes. You, Sirius, are being as bad as
Snape."

"Hmpf," Severus puffed. She
was fairly good with subtle insults, yet he found he still couldn't stomach
her. Her righteousness was so entirely befitted of her Gryffindorness.
"Why don't you listen to your girlfriend for a change, Black."
So saying he turned on his heels and left abruptly. His black school robes
billowed about him with each long stride. Apparently, Severus
Snape had a thing for melodramatics.

Once he'd
gone, there was a significant silence in the compartment. Remus was monitoring
Leighanne and Sirius' behaviour with delicate curiosity. Ever since the
get-together she and James had hosted, the two couldn't go five minutes without
blushing or gazing at one another longingly. Of course, they always expected
the other wouldn't notice the stolen glances and definite flushes. Remus smiled
candidly. Love intrigues were everywhere this year.

Peter
coughed as he took a seat besides Remus. "I don't understand, Moony, why
he always comes back, he knows what to expect." There was a sweet,
quizzical gleam in his eyes and Remus felt a twinge of affection surge through
him.

"I
reckon its called masochism," Leighanne supplied, smirking as Sirius
chuckled.

"You've
never been so right!" Sirius agreed, slinking an arm around her shoulders
and initiating a mock hug. Truthfully he hadn't chosen the opportune moment to
touch Leighanne because, as luck would have it, James chose that particular
instant to waltzed back into the cabin. The large beam plastered on his face
faded so promptly.

"Leigh,
Sirius, what are you doing?" As much as he tried to hide the venom seeping
from his voice, it dripped with a daunting forewarning.

"Just hugging each other, James. We're friends... remember?"

She was
amazed at how difficult it was to lie to her brother or even to refer to her
and Sirius as friends. The rest of the journey was spent in silence and
light-hearted chitchat, Leighanne contemplated the coming year and wondered if
she'd ever date her apparently, not-so-secret crush.

---------

Constance
Abernathy squawked gleefully as she saw the Marauders, trailed by a slim girl,
enter the Great Hall. She waited patiently for Leighanne to take a seat next to
her, internally bubbling with excitement. Once she deemed her friend
comfortable enough, she burst into an angry sigh and began an award-winning
tirade.

"You
know, grand bosom buddy I've got! We see each other a bare minimum throughout
the entire summer and you only bother owling
me three times. I'm beginning to think I've been replace!" Constance1:pl1:place> went on for another five minutes about how bad
a friend Leighanne was and finally finished her mock-rant with a toothy grin.
She slung her arm around Leighanne's shoulder.
"I missed you, Ninny."

Leighanne
breathed deeply, slightly frustrated with her friend's use of her childhood
nickname. "Stop calling me that. It makes me sound like an idiot. I missed
you too and I would really have invited you over more often, but my summer was
really... chaotic," she worded wisely. "And between Sirius taking up
permanent residence in the room next to mine and ballet, I barely had time to
sleep."

"Sirius
stayed at your house? In the room next to yours?"
Constance looked more than thrilled. "The one with the connecting door?"

Leighanne
blushed furiously and pleaded she keep her voice down.
She didn't want Bellatrix to overhear and make
further ludicrous assumptions about her personal life. Truth be told, she'd
completely forgotten their rooms were connected, but now that she thought about
it, she figured it was better she'd overlooked that fact. "Look," she
started, casting a worried glance about her. "I'll tell all about the
summer when we go back to the dorm. I don't want anyone to hear."

Constance half-gasped half-squealed. "You slept with him!"
she accused.

Leighanne's face turned beat read. "What the fuck, Constance.
I don't even fancy the bloke, could you stop jumping to the most perverted of
conclusions. Besides, my summer wasn't exceptional... it was simply punctuated
by interesting moments."

Constance laughed and cast a sidelong glance at Leighanne.
"Well, did you sleep with anyone?" she whispered in her ear.

Leighanne
kicked her under the table. "Get over it and wait till after the
Sorting!"

"Right, right after the Sorting?"

"No!
Right after dinner is completely over and I've unpacked and washed myself and
settled comfortably in my nice, crisp-sheeted bed."

Constance's whines of disapproval were cut short when a tight-lipped
Professor McGonagall entered the hall followed directly by a line of anxious
first years. Leighanne smiled; at least something in her life was constant.
Every year the first years were sorted, every year they were nervous and every
year she'd clap for the Gryffindors. The beginning of
her sixth proved to be no different.

Once
Alexandria Zimmerman was sorted into Hufflepuff,
Dumbledore spoke up. He delivered his start of term speech vigorously,
mentioning that the Forbidden
Forest was indeed
forbidden and that the Whomping Willow should be
avoided at all cost.

"Furthermore,
it is with great pleasure I introduce to you your new Potions Master: Professor
Conrad Gray. He's gratefully agreed to take on the position of Head of Slytherin House." There were spirited claps from the Slytherins, while the rest of the Houses applauded with
negligible keenness. If Gray was anything like their last Potions Master, they
were in for it. When the noise died, he sombrely continued with as brief a
warning about Voldemort and the war. The Great Hall
ran cold.

"It is
imperative we be on our toes, I would ask the sixth and seventh years to take
as great a care of the younger years as possible. Times are tough, but you must
know that happiness can be found even in the darkest of times..." He waved
his hands and they were shrouded in darkness. "... if
one only remembers to turn on the light."

With a
flourishing hand movement the Hall was alight with candle fire. Leighanne
cracked a grin. Leave it to Dumbledore to cheer you up.

"I
assume you are all finished with dinner?" There was a collective
affirmation and Dumbledore waved his hands, the food began disappearing. Sirius
managed to grab on last apple before the long tables were once again bare.
Students began rising from their places. "Ah! Children, patience seems to
be a lacking virtue with your generation. I have one final announcement and
then we shall all be able to make our ways to bed. Hogwarts is not only hosting
a new Professor, but two new students."

There was a
wildfire of whispers and gasps.

"Misters
Rodulphus and Rabastan Lestrange are transfers from Durmstrang Academy. Rodulphus
will be completing his seventh year and graduating with the Slytherins.
Rabastan is a fifth year and shall be joining his
brother in Slytherin."

The Slytherins were overjoyed to have two new transfer students
from Durmstrang.

"Woah," Constance
said. "They look very..."

"Slytherin," Leighanne breathed.

Both were in
their uniforms, green ties and Slytherin blazon
proudly displayed on their robes.

Rodulphus
was a rare beauty. Tall, broad chest and blond hair.
His eyes were the clearest of blue, two eerie bottomless oceans. His gaze was
penetrating as he swept it over the Hall. He looked bored with his surroundings
and exceptionally calm. He owned the world. His brother, Rabastan,
however, looked decidedly put out. He wasn't enjoying himself and Leighanne had
the feeling he was the type to live in his older, better brother's shadow. A
pity, really, that he was a Slytherin. He appeared
rather nice. He was red-headed, soft curls falling gracefully over a pale face.
He looked delicate, with incredible green eyes. His face was fine and far from
his brother's angular features.

"Hey, Lils, you've got competition," she heard James
whisper. "I like your eyes better though."

"Stuff
it, Potter."

Leighanne
rolled her eyes and turned her attention back to the new arrivals. They were
intriguing, to say the least. When Dumbledore finished with his speech, he
dismissed them. "Good night, Hogwarts. Oh, and students, breakfast is at
7:30 sharp. First day of class and tardiness shouldn't be a habit!"

Leighanne
groaned and stood up. "Mmmmm," she
stretched. Constance had already left with
Remus, no doubt fulfilling their Prefect duties. James and Lily were off
somewhere patrolling. She scanned the Hall, Sirius and Peter were
in the front of the crowd laughing and goofing off. She sighed and hung back,
waiting patiently for the Hall to empty before she made her way to the Common
room.

She'd barely
reached the first step when a sweet voice filled her ears. "Potter!"

"Bellatrix."

"I
wonder how fun a year we'll have. You're so entertaining."

Leighanne
clenched her teeth, staring at Sirius' cousin loathingly. "Leave me
alone." She could have retorted, could have blasted her to oblivion, but
she was tired and drained and wanted nothing more then to leave Bellatrix Black alone. "I'm not in the mood for your
idiocies

Leighanne
cast one last withering glance at Bellatrix before
hurrying up the stairs. She had a feeling that the cosmic powers and planetary
alignments Professor Coquette always bullshited about
were going to work against her this year.

-TBC

Author's note: In the mood for clarifications? Probably, but
guess what? They're to come in future chapters.

Now, I'm sorry for any spelling errors. I have an amazing Beta reader, but
she's only human and doesn't always see my millions of mistakes (I'm a very bad
speller, well I'm actually just a fast type and tend to omit words and
syllables, tee hee). Anyways, when my other friend
translates this she normally finds some more errors although they are
ridiculously stupid ones. Oh, and I'm Canadian so I write it grey and colour,
etc.

Speaking of
translation! Juliette Subervie
translated this to French; apparently she kept the original title so any of you
French aficionados go and check it out, it's a great translation. She's
awesome. :)

As for
Leighanne, I hope you weren't too put out. She's going to grow and you'll learn
more about her in the future. I know I'm inventing a character, but I don't
care for you people who qualify her as a Mary Sue. I could care less of she's a
Mary Sue, I'm just trying to write a credible, human being with faults and
qualities. Because, honestly, if you've ever taken a Is
your character a Mary Sue? test; if he or she is
even remotely interesting, boom, you've got yourself a MS. Bah. Please!!! In
fact, I just wanted a reason to play around with the Marauder-era characters
because let's face it, they're interesting and there is so many possibilities
seeing as we know a bare minimum about them.

For those Bellatrix Black, Rodulphus and Rabastan Lestrange, Severus Snape fans: do not fret,
they play a major role in the story.

I hope you
enjoyed it. Review!!! Sincerely, Haeniliel
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