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Wait and See by its ellie weasley yo

Format: Novel
Chapters: 3
Word Count: 9,078
Status: WIP

Rating: Mature
Warnings: Strong Language, Mild Violence, Scenes of a Sexual Nature, Substance Use or Abuse, Contains Spoilers

Genres: Drama, Humor, Romance
Characters: Lupin, Sirius, Lily, James, Pettigrew, OC
Pairings: James/Lily, Remus/OC

First Published: 08/30/2010
Last Chapter: 03/14/2011
Last Updated: 03/14/2011


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Carolina St. John was anything but ordinary. She was best friends with James Potter, the only girl allowed to attend the secretive Marauder meetings, and, to top it off, she was 'blessed' with the gift of being a Seer. Not that it made life any easier. Now, finally in her Sixth Year, Cara is realizing there's a lot more going on with the Marauders than she'd previously thought.

Chapter 1: Long Sleeves And Too Many Feelings
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a/n: hello my dears! sorry i've been so bloody awful at updating! i'm working on a new story, this trimest has been utter hell, and i've kind of sort of decided to re-write this whole story! please don't give up quite yet! i could never leave poor Rae's story untold c:

You know, being a Seer really isn’t all that it’s cracked up to be. So yes, I know who is going to ask you to the Yule Ball. And, I’m sorry, but your cat, Willy, is going to die in a tragic accident next month, due to an unfortunate mishap that involves Peeves, a toy mouse, and a flight of stairs.

And yes, I’ve got a tissue in my bag for you.

It gets quite irritating, all the kinds of absolute rubbish, shallow things most people ask you. But, every once in a while, someone will ask a more serious question. To which I have to reply:

“No, I don’t know who you’ll marry, I don’t know when you’ll die, and I defiantly don’t know the answers to the end-of-term exams.”

The thing is, my visions usually only show me what’s to occur in the next six months or so. Occasionally I get glimpses of the very far-off future, but since the future is affected by fate as well as your own actions, the visions aren’t very clear and if they are, well, I can’t release that information anyway.

Dear old Dumbly will have my head if I do. It’s not like he’s trying to be a bad bloke, really. He’s just doing his job, protecting wizarding kind and all that. Besides, it’s not like I hadn’t already found out the hard way what happens when you tell people about visions, no matter how unlikely they may seem.

“Carolina!” I didn’t even bother looking up from the book I currently had my nose stuck in. I knew who it was, I knew what he wanted, and I really just didn’t want to deal with him right now.

“I told you already, James. The answer is still no, you annoying prat.”

Okay, so yeah, I was being a little harsh here. But really, let’s see you try and stay calm when James Potter is constantly poking you in the neck with his wand, begging and pleading with you to tell him how/when Lily Evans is going to finally realize she’s in love with him.

“But Cara!” He protested, stamping his foot and giving me his best puppy dog face. Widened eyes, pouting lip, the whole shebang. I rolled my eyes at his utter patheticness {I mean really, did he have to be laying on the floor?}, pointing a finger to my head.

“I predicted this little temper tantrum a week ago,” I warned him, my voice once part annoyed, one part amused. “Let me tell you, it does not end well for you.” Remus snickered from where he was sitting across the compartment, and I gave him an appreciative grin. At least someone else besides myself found James tireless complaining just as exasperating as I did.

James rolled his eyes, crossing his arms and getting back into his seat with a huff. He sometimes knew when he was beaten, and clearly today was one of those days. Thank Merlin.

“Cheer up, mate,” Remus said happily, looking at his watch and standing, clearly leaving to go to his Prefect meeting or something of the sort, “At least we’ll be at Hogwarts soon. Then you can piss off and go annoy Lily instead!”

In response to this, James grunted something unintelligible.

“Thanks Remus,” I smiled at him, and he returned it with a wink before stepping out of the compartment, smoothly maneuvering around a couple who were clearly having a row, right there in the middle of the train. Jee, how classy.

Couples at Hogwarts tended to lack tact, shamelessly having loud, obnoxious rows in the corridors or their respective common rooms. It really got ugly when they were from different Houses. Whole crowds from each House would gather as the two bickered, often taking place in the Great Hall or on the pitch. Sometimes I watched, sometimes I didn’t. Don’t look at me like that! It’s cheap entertainment, and what else is there to do in between classes?

“He likes you, you know,” James said suddenly, unknowingly grabbing my attention. My head snapped up from the paragraph I was reading, and I felt my jaw hang open. What did he just say?

“Ex-excuse me?” I stuttered, trying to control my shaking hands and quivering lips. He- he didn’t mean Remus, did he?

Thankfully, James was too busy staring out of the compartment to notice my minor freak out. He was watching droplets of rain land on the window, before beading up and slipping away, never to be seen or appreciated ever again. Though I’m sure it was just as fascinating as watching paint dry or seeing grass grow, he still hadn’t answered my question.

Annoyed, I opened my big mouth to ask James just what in the hell he was talking about, but before I could manage to even get out a syllable, the door slammed open, and in walked none other than my favorite person in the whole wide world. Sirius Black. {Please note the sarcasm. It was indeed intended.}

You know, it really wasn’t even his fault that I hated him. That didn’t change anything, of course. He was still a man whore and a smart ass, but that wasn’t what really bothered me about Black. What bothered me most was that I couldn’t see his future, or anyone else’s that included him for that matter. Which really pissed me off.

It was common among ancient pure-blooded families to have their blood line ‘protected’, which basically means that Seers, like yours truly, are unable to See their futures. No one knows particularly when this trend of ‘protection’ started, but it’s believed that it started back when wizards first began to interbreed with Muggles. Seers began to predict marriages among pure-blooded children and their Muggle counterparts, something that no Dark, powerful wizard family wanted to hear.

So, they started to discredit them. It was brilliant, actually, in a twisted sort of way. Come up with a powerful, forever-binding spell that prohibits a Seer from Seeing you or your offspring’s future, challenge a Seer in their local village square, and watch with malice as they failed to See anything at all.

Slowly but surely we became outcasts, the gypsy people of those generations. Now, however, blood is so intermingled that no one cares if their kid marries a Muggle. Seers were welcomed back into society about a hundred and fifty years ago, and the only families who still use the ‘Seer’s Curse’, as we call it, are those who are most ancient and still believe the only real wizards are pure-blooded. Like the Black family, for instance.

See, before Sirius came along, I knew in three seconds flat what James was up to, what he was planning, and how he was going to pull it off. In short, that meant I could avoid whatever staircase he’d placed trip-steps on, and if he was planning for it to down pour in the Great Hall that morning, I could easily place a drying charm on myself so I could eat my breakfast in peace.

But no. Sirius just had to go and be all different and land his sorry arse in Gryffindor. I knew he loved to do anything that spited his family, and apparently him being placed in a house other than Slytherin {Gryffindor, their rival no less} was the icing on the cake. Well whoop-de-fucking do for him. Because he had to go be all brave and high and mighty, I’d tripped up countless steps and had been drenched to the bone more than a few times.

“All right there Sirius?” I smirked, acknowledging the pissed-off look on his face. He shot me a rather fine hand gesture, crossing his arms in a very James-like way and turning towards the window. “Subtle,” I muttered, going back to the book I was ‘reading’.

I had planned to finished the book before we reached Hogwarts, but after James’ little temper tantrum, I’d only managed to read about five pages. I had fifty left, and the Express was expected to arrive in half and hour. Sod it. No sense to keep on reading when it was a lost cause. {At least that’s what I would tell my mother.}

Contemplating on whether or not my owl, Nutty {he really liked nuts, as well as being a crazy little bugger}, would make the trip all the way back home to Ireland, I was interrupted by a sweet, caring, and all-around delightful prat-faced wanker.

“Just shut the fuck up, Cara,” Sirius snapped suddenly, causing me to jump and bang my head {rather attractively, I’m sure} on the luggage rack above us. Cursing, I glared at him, wondering what the hell that was all about.

“What the hell-” I started, too furious to notice that Peter had entered the compartment and was now looking furiously between me and Sirius. Pete looked as if he wished he rather hadn’t chosen to walk in just now, and James was wearing a similar expression. Me and Sirius’ little ‘episodes’, as James liked to call them, were never something you really wanted to be there for. More just hear about after words and have a good laugh about it while you sipped on some strictly-forbidden butter beer in the comfort of your own dorm.

“No,” he cut me off, shaking his head at me, flailing his arms around in a ridiculous manner, looking like a right awful prat. He was rambling on about how much better I thought I was than everyone else, and I found myself growing more and more impatient with every word he said.

As I clenched my fists, trying to stay calm, James and Pete sent Sirius glares, trying to warn him to back the fuck off before I exploded. Trust me, it isn’t very pretty.

“You stand there,” he was saying, pointing at where I was standing, {very good, Sirius, way to be Captain Obvious} “With you’re little nose raised in the air, thinking you’re so much better just because you can See.” He spat that last word at me, making me wince a bit. The way he said it, like it was a disease, or something. The way his ancestors have been saying it for the past five hundred years or so. It had always been a sore spot between Sirius and I, the fact that our parents and their parents and their parents have been taught to loath each other, to never trust one another. 

Deep down, I knew that it wasn’t me he was angry at. I realized that the couple having the argument in the hallway earlier had been him and his girlfriend, Chelsea Abbott, but still. It hurt the way he was standing there, his chest heaving, staring at me as if I were the filth of the earth. What a bloody bastard.

James and Pete were very much looking like they were going to shit their pants, which I probably would have found comical if I wasn’t so angry. Sirius knew, he bloody knew how much I hated being a Seer. But here he was, throwing it back in my face, just because him and his ickle girlfriend had an itty bitty row. Big fucking deal.

I stood there, taking deep breaths, trying to calm down before I did anything too rash. Like, for instance, tell James him and Lily were going to get married someday. Big mistake back in Third Year, let me tell you.

Calmly, I smoothed down my plain black v-neck, grabbed my cardigan, and headed for the door. I didn’t bloody need this right now. Sirius, obviously realizing his mistake, tried to reach out for my arm but missed, causing him to stumble and smash his head on the carriage’s luggage rack.

“Cara,” he said softly, and I turned around, glaring at him with as much frustration as I could possibly muster for being so exhausted. I’d been having visions all morning, and they tended to drain the life out of me. He looked away first, staring down at his shoes with a guilty expression. “I’m sorry I-” I shook my head, turning back around.

“Save it, Sirius,” I muttered, tucking my arms into my sweater and sliding open the compartment door, making my way towards the bathrooms. Jesus, did arguing make me have to pee.

Shoving my way past various first years, who looked up at me with cowardly ‘I-really-need-to-pee-before-I-piss-my-pants’ expressions, I finally made it to the loo, only to discover the line was more than a mile long. Cursing {I sort of have the mouth of the sailor}, I decided I’d rather just wait in line than go back and be within a hundred foot range of Sirius. Prick.

“What?” The girl in front of me asked, and I blushed, not realizing I had said it out loud. Just as I was about to stamp out an apology, she turned around, and I sighed with relief. It was just Lily.

“Sorry Lils,” I muttered, “I was just thinking about Sirius.” She nodded, giving me a knowing look. It wasn’t exactly uncommon knowledge the two of us didn’t get along, mainly due to the fact neither of us had ever managed to master the skill of ‘indoor’ voices.

“I heard about his fight with Chelsea,” she replied, and this time I was the one giving out the look of sympathy. Unfortunately for Lily, Chelsea had decided back in our Second Year that Lily was her best friend, meaning Lily was subject to countless hours of ‘Sirius’ talk. Pun {sadly} intended.

“Sucks,” I offered, knowing full-well I was being unhelpful. But really, when it comes to Chelsea, there’s not much you can do. Lily sighed, nodding her head, and pulled her long red hair {which I had been subjected to be told about, sometimes even in poem or song, countless of times, courtesy of James} into a pony tail.

“So, how was your summer?” She questioned me, generally interested. Even though we weren’t the best of friends {I was too close to the Marauders for her liking}, we still got along fairly well, which was good since we had shared a dorm for the past five years and all.

“It was alright,” I replied, wondering if the line could possibly be moving any slower. With my luck, probably. “It’s weird, though.”

“Being in Sixth Year?” She questioned, and I nodded. “Yeah,” she sighed, “I agree. Though it is funny to watch the first years squirm whenever you walk by…” We burst into laughter as, right at that moment, two first years did just happen to inch past us, looking at us as if we were more fit to be headed to the loony bin instead of a school where you learn to make sparks shoot out of a twig. Same thing, though, if you really thought about it.

Eventually, after Lily finished telling me all about her summer fling with none other than Eric Wood, {James was going to be furious} we had reached the bathrooms. Quickly she shuffled inside, leaving me to do nothing but lean against the wall and try not to look like a total loser.

“There you are!” Someone bloke exclaimed behind me, and I didn’t bother turning around. It was most likely a guy wondering why the hell it was taking his girlfriend so long to go to the loo, when they could clearly be snogging instead.

I rolled my eyes, mentally counting down until squeals of protest would emit from the girl as her Prince Charming tried to ‘whisk her away’ {again, most likely to some random compartment where he could try and get into her pants}.

“Hello? Earth to Cara?” I felt someone tap on my shoulder, and I turned around, ending up face-to-face with none other than Remus Lupin. I tried to ignore the snickers from all the onlookers, telling myself they were just jealous.

Which, of course, they were. Remus was gorgeous, as were all of the Marauders, {well, minus Pete, he was a bit squirrelly for my taste} and no female in the history of Hogwarts {so far} could ever really figure out why me, of all girls, had been accepted into their super exclusive club.

Not that I did, either. I was, in all truthfulness, rather average, once you got past the Seeing thing. Long, straight brown hair, hazel eyes, decent smiles, not too tall, but not short, either, and I had just a little curve to me. Not great, not stunning, but not hideous or repulsive. Just average.

“Sorry Remus,” I grumbled, jumping from one foot to the other, doing a little potty dance. Merlin, I really had to pee. His eyes flickered in amusement as he grabbed my hand, pulling me past all the seething {and possibly PMSing?} girls.

“Remus!” I complained, trying to stop and make him tell me what was going on. {Have I mentioned I really, really have to pee?} But he just shook his head and kept pulling me along, not stopping until we reached a door halfway up the train clearly labeled ‘Prefect’s Bathroom. Use and die.’

He smirked as he wordlessly handed me my robes, and it suddenly dawned on me why the line had been so bloody long. Everyone was trying to change, and there I was, the idiot I am, just having to use the loo. Wordlessly I reached out to grab the robes, trying to ignore the embarrassment rising in my cheeks. No wonder Lily had been taking so long. She’d been changing.

As I tried to wrangle my robes out of his grasp, he pulled me close, shaking his head wearily at me.

“I don’t even get a thank you?” He pouted, and I laughed at the hopelessly lost expression his face. “I like when you laugh,” he told me matter-of-factly, and I just sighed, opening my mouth to tell him off for being such a prick. They {meaning the Marauders} all knew how much I hated my laugh.

It was exactly the same as my mother’s, and seeing as we weren’t on the best of terms right now {or ever, for that matter}, I didn’t exactly like enjoy it. Which, as I previously mentioned, he knew. But before I could even manage a reply, for the second time that day, I was cut off.

This time, however, was a little different than the last. For one thing, it’d been Sirius who’d interrupted me, not Remus, and for another, Sirius had stopped me with words, not his lips.

Startled at first, I slowly melted into him, very much enjoying the way he mouth felt on mine and how his tongue was soft and caressing. I gathered his knit sweater into my fists and pulled him closer, enjoying mouths melding together and wondering why we’d never done this before. It was nice kissing Remus; he was gentle yet firm, sending shivers up my spine as he softly bit my lower lip.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, forgetting that this was one of my best friends, happily allowing him to pin me against the wall as his kiss deepened, his hand finding its way up my thigh… 

Someone wolf-whistled, causing Remus to jump back, looking a little startled.

“S-so s-sorry,” he stumbled over his words, very un-Remus like, quickly turning around and making his way through the throng of people, leaving me to stand there with my jaw hanging open, completely stunned.

Well, I defiantly hadn’t Seen that one coming.



a/n: eeek! hope you still enjoyed this newly-renovated chapter c: leave a review! what do you think of the characters so far? and the whole rae/remus situation? is it going anywhere? how about poor jamsie and prat-faced sirius? unleash your thoughts on me dears!

Chapter 2: No Escape From Reality
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So, you know what’s really just an experience you don’t want to go through? Getting the bloody life snogged out of you, while the others around you are staring, and getting ditched immediately afterward, while the others are still staring. Even though some of the more creepy boys eye you up appreciatively afterwards, probably hoping to get some themselves, its really not as fun as it sounds, trust me.

I know your thinking to yourself, “Gee, that sounds delightful, I should try that out some time.” But really, don’t.

Deciding that I no longer wanted to stand there like the idiot I clearly looked like, I slid into the Prefect’s bathroom, figuring I might as well change while I was here. Getting dressed in the compartment while all the guys, not to mention Remus, were in there, didn’t sound too grand right now.

I locked the door behind me, instantly grateful that the bathroom was, for once, decently sized, when you compared them to the rest of the train’s loos {which were about the size of a phone booth}. I took my time slipping on the robes, glad that we didn’t have to start wearing our uniforms until tomorrow.

The awful things were unbearably hot, especially in the start of term. Summer had hardly just ended, and while our wool skirts did wonders keeping us warm in the winter, they weren’t exactly enjoyable while you sat in a stuffy classroom with McGonagall, who could go on and on for hours about how to turn a tortoise into a table lamp, or in the god-forsaken greenhouses, which Professor O’Callaghan insisted on keeping over 100 bloody-fucking degrees to protect his damn man-eating PMSing plants and those deadly-screaming-moldy-babies/plant thingies. {Herbology isn’t my best subject, okay?}

Of course, many girls took this as an advantage to roll their skirts as dangerously high as they could, much to the pleasure of the male population. I was usually above acting like such a slag, but it gets hot in that castle! Don’t you dare roll your eyes at me. Sometimes its nice to feel a little breeze on your tanned legs, even if they were battered and bruised from playing Quidditch all summer.


Once I had my robes on, I slipped my wand in my pocket and reluctantly started to walk back to the compartment. Some butterflies decided to have a little get together in my stomach, which was quite nice and all, except I was getting a little nauseous. Would Remus already be in there? Did the others already know? Was it just a sick joke Sirius had dared him to do?

I was annoyed with myself for even thinking that last one, knowing I wasn’t being fair. Sirius, however much of an insufferable arse he was, knew when not to cross the line. When it came to me, at least. Others, like Chelsea Abbott, for instance, were not so fortunate.

Speaking of which, there’s Little Miss Sunshine as we speak. I giggled into my hand as I walked past Chelsea giving Lily a heated interrogation, asking her to dissect and reason out every single thing Sirius had ever said about her, even if it was just in passing. Merlin, Abbott’s skills would make McGonagall proud. Chelsea could even make Lily Evans squirm. And if that wasn’t a miracle, I didn’t know what was.


Finally I reached our car, and just as I was about to slid open the door and slip inside, hopefully unnoticed, I felt that all-too familiar swirling in my head. Shit. I absolutely hated getting visions. They gave me a feeling Muggles generally associate with car sickness, and I always ended with headaches that ached on for hours and hours on end, especially when the visions were frequent like they had been earlier this morning. Ugh. I already had to sit through dinner with James babbling on and on in my ear about Quidditch  plays, strategies, and Lily. Wasn’t that bad enough already without adding the whole migraine factor?

Groaning, I slipped to the floor, tucking in my knees and trying not to throw up all over the train’s carpet. Thank Merlin the halls were mostly empty, everyone else back in their compartments making sure they were all paced up and ready to go when we reached Hogwarts. Lucky bastards. The buzzing in my head was now getting worse, and I felt the pins-and-needles sensation start to creep up my legs.

Come on, self, let’s just get this over with.

I thought I faintly heard someone call my name, but before I could even figure out who it was, if anyone at all, I slipped out of my own conciseness, entering instead into someone else’s future. With a silent thump, I landed on my bum {quite gracefully}, in what looked like the Great Hall. It seemed somewhat normal, you know, besides my panicked classmates screaming and running for their lives.

I had already Seen this last week, and, well, at least it’s not going to be as nearly as horrific my most recent vision.

Sometimes, the visions weren’t so bad, especially when I was young. Everyone had always been severely disappointed in me, especially my mother, simply because all I could See were happy things, like people getting married, friendships being forged, and wars being ended. Because I could only See positive things, I’d had a somewhat normal childhood, unlike other Seer children. Most of them had developed depression by the age of nine, and preferred to gaze at the stars and search for the Grim, instead of skipping rope and playing friendly matches of neighborhood football. While my mother resented me for having a normal life, my father had savored every second of my happiness. He was the best dad anyone could have ever asked for, and when he died when I was twelve… well, that’s when the visions started to get worse. It was a very dramatic increase at first, with my first horrific vision being the death of my aunt Millie {she was beaten to death with a pipe by Muggle ‘thugs’}. But steadily over time, they began to even themselves out. It went in a sort of pattern: a happy vision, a horrific one, then a funny one, and so forth.

This vision in particular happened to be hilarious, in a morbid sort of a way. While my classmates were incense with their fear of the unknown, I, on the other hand, already had the honor of knowing what was going on. It’d been Peeves’ idea of a back-to-school “prank”, but it had gone disastrously wrong. I was grateful as bloody hell that the Marauders {and therefore Sirius}, had for once, not been involved, meaning I had the pleasure of knowing to avoid the Great Hall this year, at least until after the first years had been sorted.

I laughed as Chelsea and Lily were plummeted in the face by some mashed potatoes, the culprits being the ever-gorgeous Eric Wood and Amos Diggory. While they squealed and tried {unsuccessfully} to retaliate, I kept walking, watching as McGonagall, startled by the ruckus, I suspect, transfigured herself into a cat, only to be scooped up, American football style, and tossed across the room, much to the delight of Professor Dumbledore.

Giggling as the boy who threw her, Fabian Prewett, realized what he had done and promptly ran for his life, I descended up the ancients steps towards the staff table, to get a better view of what was going on. I sat silently in Minnie’s vacant spot, laughter emitting silently from my mouth. I surveyed the Great Hall, food flying in every direction and more appearing on the plates with ever passing second {I, for one, was particularly excited when the kidney-steak pies popped up}, vaguely wondering when I was going to slip back into consciousness.

That was the trouble about visions. They could last seconds, minutes, hours, and, even once, a full day. Another one of my pet peeves was that I often couldn’t exit whatever room or enclosure I was in, leaving me utterly helpless if the vision was dull and boring. It’s not like I could converse with anyone.

Ah, the grievances of being a Seer.

I watched the food fight for a while, laughing appreciatively when someone got hit with a spectacular shot, or a certain teacher was doused with water {ahem, Slughorn}. Just as Arthur Weasley was about to pour a whole goblet of pumpkin juice on Malfoy’s head, Dumbledore stood, his elaborately carved chair scraping loudly against the marble floors, causing everyone in the Hall to freeze in place and turn towards the newly-positioned Headmaster.

“Children,” he said, and though his voice was void of any emotion, I would swear on my life that I saw a slight twinkle in old Dumbly’s eyes, “I see Peeves’ little, ah, surprise, has gotten the best of your childish whims and, ahem, rampant teenage hormones.” I saw some certain red faces emerge from under the tables, their hair messy and lips puffy. Gasping with a mixture of horror and amusement, I saw Lily and Eric were among the shameful.

Before I could witness any punishments, detentions, or verbal reprimands dolled out, though, the chair beneath me was no longer solid, the scene around me turning to mist and within a moment I was falling and spinning, utterly helpless as my Seer body fell through time and space, my human instincts bracing themselves for the inevitable impact…

Suddenly I jolted awake, my eyes fluttering open and apparently shocking whoever had been standing over me.

“Shit!” They swore, just as I heard a head whack against a piece of solid wood. Confused I sat up, instantly regretting it. The sudden movement sent my stomach and eyesight into a whirl, and I prayed to Merlin I wouldn’t throw up. I lowered my head into my lap, and after taking a few deep breaths, I raised my head and looked around.

It was dark, but as my vision adjusted I presumed I was in a dormitory. As the awful smell of the place engulfed me, I guess it belonged to some of the boys. I sat there for a moment, debating whether to panic or not. I mean, I was in a boy’s dorm, a place I’d never been {except for that one time, with Fabian and Molly’s brother Gid… but he graduated last year, so that doesn’t really count anymore, right?}, but, on the other hand, there were Gryffindor banners on the wall, and any good Gryffie boy knew that if he messed with me, he was also messing with four other Marauders, three of which who were very attractive, very brilliant {sorry, Pete}, and all of which who were slightly psycho and more than capable to dole out a good dose of arse beating.

Suddenly, a blonde curly head popped up from the side of the bed, causing me to scream and jump so badly that I rolled off the other side. I’m quite graceful, I know. The curly blonde bloke laughed, and as his features were thrown into sharp relief by the wand I was currently brandishing, I realized it was only Remus.

“Hello, love,” he chuckled, rubbing his head and trying not to eye my wand too apprehensively.

Rolling my eyes I muttered, “Nox,” before tucking the wand back into my robes. Silently he extended a hand, which I reluctantly took. He helped me up in one pull, and I tried not to marvel at his strength too much. Even though I was pissed beyond all hell at him, I couldn’t deny Remus was very attractive, especially after our, little, uh, snog earlier.

So sue me that I think he lips rival those of an angel.

I quickly extracted my hand from his, folded my arms across my chest, and gave him the Look. He must’ve recognized it, because he immediately paled about two shades.

If you get the Look, you know you’re in deep shit.

Hastily he tried to retreat, backing away from me very carefully, as if I were a temperamental lion in the wilderness that he has just extremely ticked off. I raised an eye brow and swiftly beat him to the door, trying to ignore the close proximity of our body’s enough to speak clearly.

“Remus.” He stared back into my no doubt angry eyes, fluttering his eye lashes innocently.

“Yes, dear?” I glared at him, stomping my foot onto his. Hard. He swore and fell over, sprawling onto the floor. What a drama queen. As he howled in pain and rolled around like an injured prey, I stood over him, completely unapologetic.

When he realized his little act wasn’t going to work quite as well on me as it did on James, who had more of a conscience than I, he sat up, sitting Indian style and patting the ground directly in front of him. Reluctantly I sat down, knowing he’d never talk unless we were at the same level.

“Are you going to tell me what happened?” I complained, fully aware I was whining like James does when I refuse to indulge any more information about Lily. But I didn’t really care. Remus flashed me a smile, shaking his head at my impatience.

“You had a vision,” he explained slowly, as if that might come as a bit of a shock, and I slapped him on the knee, unamused.

“I could’ve figured that out for myself, thanks Sherlock.” He stared at me in confusion, and I realized he didn’t know who or even what a Sherlock was. “Sorry,” I mumbled, “Muggle reference.” He nodded his head understandingly. We never talked about me being half Muggle. Not that I was ashamed, really, I wasn’t, but because it reminded me of my dad. And being reminded of my dad meant grief. And grief meant Seeing death and misfortune for the next week or so until I calmed down. Remus looked at me sympathetically, taking my hands in his. It felt so natural, almost like a reflex.

“You fainted,” he explained, and I tried in vain to pay attention to what he was saying instead of his fingers, which were currently mindlessly massaging my palms, “I found you, and tried to get through to you before you left,” so I had heard someone call my name, “but you were already gone. I didn’t know what to do so, I, uh,” he withdrew one of his hands to run it through his hair, but quickly, and to my embarrassing relief, returned it, “I picked you up and brought you to the compartment. The guys didn’t know what to do, so James suggested throwing the Cloak over you and taking you back up to the castle with us.” He eyes met mine, trying to determine whether or not to believe him. I did, but only because he was Remus.

“Oh,” I said shortly, glancing around the room, “Where are the others then?” I inquired, trying to avoid Remus’s probing gaze. It was making me slightly uncomfortable.

“They scrambled downstairs, heard there was a gigantic food fight.” I smiled at this, laughing at the memory. Remus noticed, a smile taking over his face, too.

“What so funny?” He teased, and I felt a rush of laughter rise to my lips.

“Come on,” I urged him, standing up quickly and taking his hand in mine, “If we hurry you can still witness McGonagall the cat being kicked around like a hackie sack.” Scrambling for the door, I hardly noticed we were still holding hands.

a/n: so? what cha think? review? i know that it's annoying that i keep asking, i get annoyed too, but i realize how helpful review are and how big of a motivation they can be, so if you can give me some advice or just leave a favorite quote or something it'd be mucho appriciatedo.

Chapter 3: It Feels Great To Be Replaced
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a/n: wow, this was a quick update. it seems my writer's block has been officially cured, and i contribute this to the Hallows premier. it was amazing, i loved it.

I stifled a laugh as we walked on our tiptoes, the three of us dressed in all-black, much like Muggle catnappers, the magical camera Cragun Creevey had lent me grasped firmly in my hands. So, what we were doing wasn’t exactly the most tactful thing in the world, but hey, we had to find a way to break it to James somehow.

Sirius stopped and turned suddenly, causing me to run into him, and Remus rammed into my back a moment later. I swore quietly, and jammed my elbow into Remus’s rib cage. Smiling with satisfaction as he cursed behind me, I looked up at Sirius, expecting at least a grin, only to find him glaring, unamused, at the both of us.

Gee, someone’s got their knickers in a twist.

Rolling my eyes as he put a finger to his lips for about the thousandth time, we started again on our midnight mission. Since none of us wanted to be the one to tell James the news, this was our brilliant solution. I myself thought of it, and I was quite proud.

Okay, well, Sirius had kind of contributed, but James would have never been convinced by an anonymous note! He would’ve just scoffed and blamed one of his fan club members {he’s quite the modest one} or perhaps one of us, since we always complained whenever he mentioned {ahem, obsessed over} Lily. 

Silently, we started again, creeping against the ancient stone walls of Hogwarts. Remus checked the Map every few meters, and he was whispering directions to Sirius and I. Finally we approached a broom closet, located towards the end of the hall on a third level corridor. It was illuminated by the crescent moon, giggles and even *shudder* moans emitting from behind the carved oak door. Trying not to gag, Sirius pointed his wands towards it, silently mouthed alohomora, and Remus placed a hand gingerly on the knob. He looked towards me, and I positioned myself directly in front of the door, giving him a thumbs up.

This was the improved {my} plan. Catch Lily and her brand-spanking-new boyfriend Eric in the act, take a little snapshot, develop it, and have an anonymous owl deliver it to James. It was quite brilliant, if I do say so myself.  

Wordlessly Sirius counted down to three on his fingers, and as his pointer finger touched his palm, Remus ripped the door open and I pushed down on the camera’s capture button, the flash catching Lily and Eric in a very cozy {not to mention convincing} position. Before the latter two could react or see who we were, we booked it, the three of us running through empty passage ways and hallways, passing the Ravenclaw common rooms and nearly knocking into a couple prefects, who shouted profanities at our retreating backs.

At last we reached the portrait hole and we began to laugh uncontrollably, tears rolling down the three of our cheeks, Remus and Sirius falling to the floor laughing as I clutched my stomach. The image of a shirtless Eric Wood trying to rush after us was still fresh in our minds, as was the picture of Lily trying to pull her blouse back on.

James was going to shit his pants {and possibly kill Eric?}.

Peeves flew past us, cackling merrily and giving us an appreciative nod. If we’d been any other students, we would’ve gotten plundered with the water balloons he was holding, filled with who knows what, but we were the Marauders, and for some reason dear little Peeves had always held a special place in his twisted, slightly insane heart for us.

Catching my breath, the Fat Lady glared down at me, reluctantly asking, “Password?” I gave her my cheekiest grin, quite proud of our accomplishment. It was too bad Pete had to miss out on the fun, but he was still in detention for taking part in the McGonagall football game at the Feast {apparently, he was the quarterback when she was finally able to calm down enough to re-Transfigure herself back to normal}.

“Merlin’s saggy-.” The Fat Lady frowned, annoyed and obviously disapproving of the new password, but she swung open, whilst saying something about informing Dumbledore about how much she hated us, but the three of us heeded no attention to her and scrambled inside. Not wanting to run into Eric or Lily, who would surely walk into the common room any minute now, we climbed up the steps and I walked into the boy’s dormitory for the second time that day. I wrinkled my nose as the stench hit me like a brick wall, and I gingerly sat on the only made bed in the room.

“I see you’ve become accustomed to being in Remus’s bed, Rae,” Sirius winked at me, and I threw him my ever-so classy hand gesture, immediately reminded why I detested him so much. Not one to let him have the satisfaction of irking me, I played along.

“You know it’s my favorite bed to be in,” I purred, giving Sirius a knowing wink. Both his and Remus’s jaws just about touched the floor, but before I could double over in hysterics, James came rushing out of the bathroom, dressed only in a towel, and as steam rolled out of the bathroom behind him, he vaguely reminded me of a Greek god. {James’s body is fantastic, okay? So Merlin help me that I’m female and I notice things like this.} {Note to self: mention seeing his godlike body to Lily.}

“Cara! Wha-?” His sentence dropped off, and he looked at me, confused. Okay, so maybe he was a little thrown by my drooling, but really, did Remus have to tackle James? No, he didn’t. Sharing an eye roll with Sirius, I exited the testosterone filled room, and decided to go find Cragun and ask him the soonest I could get the film developed. This posed a small problem as he was in Hufflepuff, and it was after hours, but I grinned as I threw the Cloak {I had nicked it when the boys weren’t looking} over my head, exiting the portrait hole with ease.


Though Hogwarts is already slightly intimidating in the daylight, it becomes even more so when its enveloped in the shadows. Every time a portrait coughed, or someone’s owl hooted in the distance, I jumped. I didn’t know why I was so on edge, but nevertheless, I was grateful when I entered the little door to the side of the main staircase.

After about a zillion steps {I really dislike stairs}, I reached the only Muggle portrait in the castle, and I was immensely relieved that Ervin Macmillan had craved a late-night snack. As he muttered the password I slipped inside behind him, entering the Hufflepuff common room. I looked at all of the little tunnels that led to their dormitories, and soon I realized I should just follow dear Ervin, since he was in the same year as Cragun and I, and therefore they most likely shared a dormitory. 

Oblivious to my presence, Erv took the second tunnel to the left, which curved several times before finally opening up to a circular room filled with beds, trunks, and sleeping boys. Instantly noticing the lack of stench {Hufflepuff boys, it seemed, knew what soap was}, I silently {I was quite proud of this} cast a Muffliato charm around Cragun’s bed and plopped myself down, pulling off the Cloak and stuffing it under my robes, closing the curtains around us {apparently, quite loudly, since Cragun opened his eyes, clearly shocked and a little frightened to find me in his bed}.

“Um, Cara?” He inquired, rubbing his tired eyes. I smiled at him, giving a little wave.

“Hi Craig.” He looked at me like I was loony, and perhaps I was acting a little strange.

“Whatcha doing?” He asked, looking not altogether that surprised, and sat up, leaning against his headboard. Did I mention that Cragun was very good looking? As in hotter than Amos Diggory and almost as attractive as Eric Wood? Well, if I didn’t, he is. He has dark, short hair, an olive skin tone, and Lily and I have obsessed more than once over his dark green eyes.

Oh, and he’s the Captain of the Hufflepuff Quidditch team, so his body’s gorgeous. He’s a Keeper, and he’s the only one whose ever managed to block a considerable amount of the Quaffles James chucks at him.  What’s most extraordinary about him, though, is his obsession with photography. Which was why I was there to see him.

“I brought your camera,” I told him, handing it over. He took it gingerly, examined it, and nodded, placing it on the table beside him. I noticed it had many photo frames, but they lacked any pictures. Well, that was odd. Before I could ask him about it, though, he started talking.

“I can get them developed by tomorrow night,” he told me, and I grinned appreciatively.

“Thanks, Craig.” I grinned, and he shook his head at me, laughing. “What?!” I asked, exasperated. “It’s the only way James is going to believe it!”

“It’s not a problem, Cara,” he chuckled. Almost as if an afterthought, he added, “Not that I mind a late-night visit from a lovely Gryffindor, but why, may I ask, couldn’t you wait until tomorrow morning?” I knew he was teasing, because he poked me on the nose, but I still felt embarrassment rise to my cheeks.

“I was just, you know, around…” I trailed off, fully aware of how lame I sounded. He shook his head at me, smiling, but I could tell he wasn’t buying it.

“What’s wrong, Cara?” Damn. How could he always do that? Read my mind, I mean. You’d think he was the Seer here. Hesitating only slightly, I told him about Remus, about our kiss on the train, Sirius’s comment, and the whole tackling James thing. He listened without interrupting, and when I was done venting he considered me for a moment.

“Well,” he said, pushing a hand through his hair, “Maybe he’s just a little confused. I mean, you’ve been best friends for a long time, Car. Perhaps just act like nothings out of the ordinary? If he likes you, he’ll act on it. He’s a Maurader, for Merlin’s sake.” He gave me a wide grin and pulled me into a hug, petting my hair like my father did when I was younger.

“Thanks Cragun,” I whispered, and as I untangled from his arms and got up to leave he reached out and grasped my wrist.

“Cara?” He whispered, his voice cracking in the darkness. I smirked, giving him a grin as he blushed. A cracking voice, apparently, was a big insecurity for blokes. “See you tomorrow in Runes.” I gave him a small little smile and turned to go, but as I was leaving he spoke to me again. “One- one last thing.”

I stopped and turned, his gorgeous eyes catching mine. “Any guy would be lucky to have you. Myself included. Just remember that, okay?” Confused as ever, I nodded wordlessly and left, making my way back to the portrait hole in a daze. I was so out of it, I had forgotten to put the Cloak back on. What in the name of Merlin was that about?

‘Any guy would be lucky to have you?’

‘Myself included’!??!?!?!

Just as I was about to wake the Fat Lady, to my great surprise, Lily appeared suddenly beside me, causing me to jump and place a hand over my heart.

“Jesus, Lily!” I hissed, giving her the Look. She waved her hand, unaffected, a suspicious look clouding over her face. 

“And where have you been, Carolina?” Oh damn. Lily’s Look was even more frightening than mine. As I racked my brains for a legitimate excuse, she continued to glare at me, her eyes narrowed and lips pursed.

“You see, I was, ah-”

“Save it,” she scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest, “I know it was you.”

For some reason, even though it was true, I became angry. Which cause me to say: “I have no idea what you’re talking about, Lily, but for your information, I’ve been in the Hufflepuff’s boys dormitory with Cragun for the past two hours.”

If you asked me now, I wouldn’t have been able to tell you why I said it or what I’d been thinking. Because truthfully, I had no idea. All I know is that Lily squealed, woke up the Fat Lady without hesitation {which irked her quite a bit}, and pulled me up to our dorm, making lots of noise and unfortunately waking up the rest of the girls.

That night was spent with me telling them all they were blowing it all out of proportion, that we just talked {which was true}, and that all I wanted to do was go to bed.

This caused Hazel Brown to cheekily say, “Yeah, mates, shagging really wears a girl out.” Which caused me to chuck a pillow at her head, leading to an all-out, no mercy, pillow fight. While it was quite fun, I’ll admit, it struck me the next day that staying up until three in the morning the night before term started wasn’t the best idea.


Shay Hadlington woke up first, followed closely by Nicole Petty and Lily, but Hazel, Chelsea, and I all stayed in bed until the very last second. Which was all very normal, but it should have dawned on me that letting Nicole and Shay go down to breakfast before I did was a very, very bad idea.


After I had brushed my teeth, thrown my hair up into a messy bun, pulled on my uniform, and applied some mascara, I made my way downstairs and towards the Great Hall, only to be received with glares and hushed whispers as I walked by. What the bugger was going on? I’d always gotten some attention, being a Seer and all, but never like this. Confused, I entered the Hall, only to have more faces turn towards mine.

Decidedly ignoring them, I made my way to our end of the table, where all the Sixth Year Gryffindors sat. I walked in between the Gryffindor table and the Hufflepuff table, as always, but this only seemed to make the whispers grow louder.

Just as I was halfway towards my seat, Cragun stood up suddenly from his seat, and grabbed my arm. I looked up at him in confusion, but he just smiled down at me.

“Hello, Cara.” He said pleasantly. My eyes brows furrowed, and I noticed that the whispers in the background were no longer whispers but full-blown conversations. I thought I vaguely heard words like, “slag”, “whore”, and “two-timer” thrown around, but I could’ve imagined that.

“Hi Cragun,” I said cautiously, noticing his hair was quite ruffled and his smile managed to be as bright as the sun was that morning.

“So,” he began conversationally, and I noticed how nicely shaped his lips were, “did you know that we are secretly dating?” They’re so soft looking, too, I wonder if he uses Chapsti- wait, what?

“Wait, what?!” I voiced my thoughts aloud, unable to think clearly to make a more eloquent response. He just nodded, continuing on.

“Yup. Our late night escapades are all over the school.” I felt my cheeks flush with embarrassment. Well, that sure explained the whispers and looks. Mortified, I looked back up towards him.

“I’m so, so sorry,” I whispered, hastily trying to explain, “It’s just- Lily caught me, started accusing me, and you’re the first thing that popped into my head.”

“Glad to know I’m always on your mind,” he winked, and I felt my face getting even redder.

“Like I said,” I mumbled, “I’m sorry. I’ll talk to my, uh, lovely roommates, threaten them a bit, and this whole thing will be done by lunch.” He laughed.

“Sorry, love,” he shook his head, “But no one’s going to buy it. They say we’re keeping it a secret because we’re ‘rivals’, and that if James found out you’d be kicked off the team. Denying it will just be adding more fuel to the fire.” He stated everything so matter-of-factly, while I found myself growing more and more impatient.

“How can you be so calm about this?” I sighed, exasperated. He shrugged, sending me a grin that had me dazed for a few moments.

“It’s not like I mind. Now I don’t have to worry about being bombarded with girls asking me to save them a seat in class. They,” he jerked a thumb towards the Hufflepuff table, where a group of girls were staring at us rather sulkily, “Are quite intimidated by you. They won’t mess with your boyfriend.”

I laughed, still in a bit of shock.

“Yeah,” I replied, the idea catching on in my mind, “I guess I don’t really mind. Maybe now my roommates will stop badgering me about finding a bloke,” I mussed.

“And you’re sure you’re alright with it?” He asked me, and I nodded. "What about the Mauraders?"

“It’s not like James will really care. He can’t really talk, either, since he shagged that Ravenclaw chaser last term. Pete, well, he'll just be bummed he can't chat me up anymore, and Sirius doesn't give a rat's arse about me either way. Besides, not like any in my house minds.”

He shook his head, nodding towards something over my shoulder.

“I think he may mind quite a bit.” I turned to see Remus storm out of the Hall, followed closely behind by James, Sirius, and Pete.


a/n: so, what do you think? cara has gotten herself in to quite a predicament, huh? i have to ask: team remus or team cragun? and what's james going to do when he gets that scandalous picture of lily? leave me some thoughts [: