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Rating
Mature
Chapters
8
Words
13,595
Characters
Lupin, Sirius, Lily, James, Pettigrew, OC
Primary Relationship
Secondary Relationship(s)
James/Lily, Remus/OC, Sirius/OC
Genre(s)
Drama, General, Humor
Era
Marauders
Advisory
Strong Language, Mild Violence, Scenes of a Sexual Nature, Substance Use or Abuse, Sensitive Topic/Issue/Theme
Story Reviews
98
Status
Work In Progress (WIP)
First Published
2007-06-07 1:11am
Last Chapter
2008-01-27 8:24pm
Last Updated
2008-01-27 8:24pm

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Ch. # Chapter Title Word Count Reviews
1 Blonde-Haired Baby

In my first year I sat on the train with my brother. We used to be really close then. What tore us apart? Cut the lights, open the curtains, cue Black and Potter. It took a grand total of one week for my beloved brother to forget about me.

1,179 12
2 Back In Black

“Don’t roll your eyes at me!” he yelled. “Where did this attitude come form? You were never like this before!”

“Wrong!” I yell back, shocking everyone into submission. “I was exactly like this! Bar the hair and clothes, I have always been like this!”

1,372 7
3 Freedom

“Right well you get settled in and I’ll bring up some food for you later.”

“Thank you so much,” I repeated as he bowed his way out of the room, closing the door as he left.

I walked around my new room before flopping down onto my bed.

Freedom.

2,222 7
4 Sundaes For Sunday

“Welcome to Florean Fortescue’s Ice-cream Parlour, what would you like today?” I said indifferently.

“I could think of a couple of things,” Black said bounding up to the counter and appraising my uniform. “Though I don’t think I could say them with your brother so close.”

1,411 13
5 Of All The Places

The Hogwarts express is a train. Nothing more. To some I guess it’s magical experience that you only get to have twice a year, a special occasion to catch up with friends for a few hours before arriving back to school. Well to me it’s a train. Always has been.

1,546 14
6 Of Species and Schmucks

I didn’t cut my hair to become a bigger whore than Missy Pringleton who has in effect shagged almost every male in a ten-mile vicinity. Teachers and Hogsmeade residence included.

2,841 14
7 The "S" Word

“You want to come to Hogsmeade with me next weekend?”

The question came out of nowhere.

1,773 12
8 Hit Me. Please Do.

Hunger. The incapacitating, painfully irritating, earthquake-worthy tummy grumbling starvation that makes you double over and cry “God I’m Hungry.” Which I guess is a pretty obvious statement in it’s own right and you really don’t have to be THIS ravenous to say it. It simply reiterates the point. Just in a rather obvious fashion.

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