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Polychromatic by HarryPotter is my LIFE
Chapter 31 : It's a Revolution, Throw Your Hands Up
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Somebody else gets what you wanted again
You know it's all the same, another time and place
Repeating history, and your getting sick of it
. . .
It's a revolution, throw your hands up

-Taylor Swift

"Mrs. Potter!" I yelled as I burst through the door of the Manor. I dropped my bag and ran towards James’ mum, engulfing her in a hug.

The older, grey woman chuckled.

"You know," said James from behind me. "If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were just friends with me so that you got a chance to hang out with my mum."

"And how do you know for sure?"

James’ face looked doubtful for a moment, before he realized that I had been kidding. Then, he gave his mum a hug; he was roughly pushed aside by Sirius, who wanted his share of love. "Mum!" he cried.

"Sirius, dear," she laughed. "Are you lot excited for the party?"

"You know it!" I shouted. I had picked up my bag from the doorway and slung it over my shoulder, preparing to take it up to my room.

She smiled, then beckoned us into the kitchen where she offered us cookies. Snickerdoodle cookies.

"Fuck, yes!" Sirius shouted, when he saw the cookies.

Remus, always the gentleman in front of adults, hit his mate in the back of the head.

"It’s quite alright, Sirius," Mrs. Potter said, looking at her surrogate son with a smile. "You were obviously quite excited."

"Yes, exactly," Sirius agreed, sticking his tongue petulantly at Remus. "I was just excited."

Mrs. Potter found the antics of her guests (and sons) quite hilarious and laughed. She was quite possibly the coolest adult I knew. After placing a pitcher of iced lemonade on the table, she addressed us again. "I told you all we’d be taking care of your attire for the party; and as the hosts, you all need to be looking your best. The party is in a week; so in four days, one of my friends will be coming to get you lot fitted. She’s an expert at dress, and she’ll make sure you’re all looking perfect."

Urgh. I hated being fitted for robes.

Mrs. Potter quickly fetched more cookies, as it was obvious that the plate she had given us would not last long.

Placing the platter on the table, she gave a small crooked smile. "Sirius, dear, please take those cookies out of your pants. Could you not have found a better place for them?"


A lady with very, very tight hair stepped into Potter Mansion four days later. At first glance, her regal manner had intimidated me, but despite this she had a smile on her face, which made me reserve my judgement. She had a quick conversation with Mrs. Potter before whipping out her wand and producing a measuring tape from no where.

The Marauders and I left the room; we would need to entertain ourselves until it was our turn to be tortured with the long, numbered tape.

But it was barely ten minutes later when the two elder women found us. "I would like to do the boys first, if you all don’t mind," she said in a heavy Irish brogue. She walked away, and the Marauders, after a few confused glances to each other, all followed the woman.

That left me with Mrs. Potter. Oh, dear, I thought. As much as I loved James’ mum, she loved to hear the scoop on everything.

"Dear, how are things at Hogwarts these days? Quite as scandalous as they were back in my day?"

I chuckled to myself, trying to imagine the loving, wholesome Mrs. Potter being scandalous. "It depends who you ask, I suppose," I answered, smiling.

We talked about how everyone was doing in school for quite a while. Then, I heard quite the surprising statement come from Mrs. Potter. "I hear Remus is quite the Casanova."

I couldn’t help the bout of laughter that came next. After I had calmed down, I decided to divulge some information. "That time at dinner, last summer, when Remus was acting so odd; it was because he was trying to keep that information from you and Mr. Potter. I suppose he likes to think himself an innocent little kid."

"And what about you, Anna?" Mrs. Potter continued before I could redirect the conversation where I wanted it to go. "I know you don’t talk to those two boys you told us about, but four months is plenty of time to find a new special someone, eh?"

I never doubted that I would tell Mrs. Potter the truth. "Well, there was this one boy; he was new this year. I liked him quite a bit, but it turned out that he wanted a serious relationship. (With no relation to your adopted son, of course.) But, anyway, I couldn’t quite agree with him."

"Of course, dear," she said, pulling about her wand and lazily waving it. I saw many of the crystal statues around the room begin to clean themselves. "It’s always hard to commit yourself to someone when you like another."

Had I been drinking something, I surely would have spluttered and choked. "And what’s that supposed to mean?"

She looked at me sort of funny. "Oh, have you not realized it yet?"

"Realized what?" I said suspiciously, getting quite curious. The boys had been gone for nearly an hour, and I hope they didn’t find their way back before I got whatever it was that Mrs. Potter was hinting at.

She seemed to be thinking about something. "Well, sometimes, love is right in front of our faces."

My first (quite illogical) thought was that she was talking about James. Me? Like James? Hardly. Then, a little birdie in the back of my mind reminded me that she knew about Lily and James. My second thought was that she meant Peter; however that was just ridiculous. Everyone knew Peter wasn't all that attractive, and everyone also knew that I was fairly shallow when it came to looks; I figured that the information had got back to James’ Mum. Everything always did.

After I realized how unrealistic my first two thoughts were, I thought of Remus. I mean, it was quite plausible; he was the one I always went to with a problem. Surely Mrs. Potter, who, at times, seemed as perceptive as Dumbledore, would have picked up on it.

No, no. I think she means Sirius. And you do too.

Hahaha. Ha. It was a ridiculous thought. As it happened, such a notion had already gone through my mind before this when other allusions were made by people, but I had accepted the possibility of my liking Sirius as downright ludicrous. It just wasn’t something that could possibly happen.

"I don’t think I know what you mean, Mrs. Potter."

Her eyes were searching my face. "Oh, I think you do, Anastasia."

Anastasia. It was something that only Sirius called me. And, occasionally, my mother, when she was exceptionally angry with me. It had never occurred to me that there was anything odd about it; but I couldn’t quite bring myself around to her way of thinking. Honestly, I loved Mrs Potter, but she was obviously mistaken greatly when it came to some things.

She smiled warmly at me before standing up and motioning towards the door across the hall; it opened to reveal the fitting lady woman and the Marauders. "Well, I believe you’re next, dear."

As I walked away, I distinctly heard her say, very quietly and under her breath, "Any day now."

I walked through the doorway, past the smiling woman, and sat down on the lounge chair. I looked around; I was in a room that I did not recognize. The multitudes of formal clothes led me to think that it was at one time a room, but, converted into an overly large closet of some sort.

"I’m Roberta," said the woman, bringing me from my observations.

"Anna," I told her pleasantly.

I felt quite comfortable as silence fell and Roberta rummaged through her bag. She procured a large, new looking book.

"Mrs. Potter did say you’d be a challenge, and I have to say I’m quite excited for this."

I hoped fervently that she was talking about the fitting at the moment, not something else, like the plot of my murder or something. "Er, what’s exciting?"

"Finding the perfect style for you. Now, Mrs. Potter mentioned that you don’t like wearing robes; how do you feel about a dress?

I shrugged my shoulders vaguely, having never worn one. They seemed like rather impractical things.

"Well, if you have no problem with it, I think this would be a great time to try it."

"Oh, er, alright," I said.

Holy crap, what is going to happen to me? I wondered.

"Just one thing," I interrupted, as Roberta began to take my measurements, a sudden whim taking over. "I have to, no, I need to, prove to these boys that I’m a girl. I don’t know if you spoke to them; but they are under the impression that I’m practically male. I want to blow them away. I want to be so hot that can never again deny that I am indeed a girl."

Roberta smiled, and got to work on the measurements. "That’s my job, dear." I grinned. Maybe this dress idea wasn’t going to turn out so bad after all.

She quickly jotted down all the measurements on a scroll of parchment, and then studied them.

"Well, my dear, congratulations, you’ve got a lovely figure."

Roberta smiled. "I assume you want to, er, not hang out of your dress?" She gesture to what I (and most normal people) considered my overly large chest. 

I nodded. "Yes, that would make me quite happy."

"Alright, then I think we’ll go with a strapless. Less of a chance that happening," she decided, noting on her parchment again.

"Excellent," I said, straightening up, and a bit happier with myself.

"Now, if you want to highlight your better parts, I’m thinking with should go with a more full skirt? It’ll show off your waist?"

"Sure," I agreed. This dress thing wasn’t turning out so bad after all. The way Roberta was making it sound, I might want to wear a dress all the time!

"Alright," she said, writing something down again. She briefly looked up and gasped. "Goodness, gracious! That ring you have; it’s beautiful!"

I looked down and smiled. It was the ring from Sirius; I never took it off. The ruby still shined, and I did my best to keep to silver ring and gold carvings clean and shiny.

"Thank you; the boys have them too. It’s our thing."

But Roberta did not appear to be listening. She was mumbling to herself. "Yes, yes, that’ll be it."


"Careful not to get my hair, Mrs. Potter." It was the night of the party; and it was approaching the start, having already spent several pain-staking hours getting ready. It was time-wasting, this business of "looking good."

My wild hair had been tamed to loose curls and was done in a very intricate, time consuming up-do; compliments of my new look were to Mrs Potter, who was helping me slip on my dress without ruining the precious hair.

I felt ridiculously short next to Mrs. Potter; she was already quite tall, and was wearing heels in addition to her height. Of course, it was my own fault, I suppose; I had downright refused to wear the damned things. Walking death traps if you ask me.

Mrs Potter grinned as she finally zipped up the back, standing back to take in how I looked. "You’re all ready, dear. I’m sure you’ll knock those boys dead." With a wink, she quickly departed from my room with her own last minute preparations to take care of.

I looked in the full length mirror and, despite myself, grinned. I was never the pretty girl or the fancy girl or even the makes-the-slightest-effort-to-look-nice girl. Perhaps if I didn’t have quite the ego that I did, I may not have been as excited as I was. But that night, I could not help to notice that I looked absolutely gorgeous. 

Not to toot my own horn, or anything.

Looking in the mirror again I even considered making the slightest efforts in the morning to just look a fraction of this.

The subtle touches of makeup made my face look softer, and my hair framed my face nicely for once, rather than curling all over. But it was definitely the dress that brought it all together. Roberta certainly deserved some sort of award.

The torso of my dress was a bright, flaming red that fit snugly around my body. It was trimmed with silver, and also had a bit of shimmer to it. The skirt, was a stroke of pure genius in itself. Underneath the dress, I wore a hoop skirt that made the shiny, gold taffeta puff out even farther. The overall effect was stunning. And Roberta’s incredible mind thought the whole thing up, after only a glance at my ring.

I was just about the leave the room when Mrs. Potter burst in. "I nearly forgot, I have something for you. I want you to keep it and I won’t take no for an answer; it’s a thank you for being such a good influence on my two sons and for Christmas as well, I suppose."

Mrs. Potter opened the black velvet box to reveal the most stunning piece of jewellery I had ever seen, a thin, silver necklace with a chain that held a row of rubies surrounded by small, bright diamonds in the centre. There was even a matching set of earrings.

"Now, I know you won’t wear these often, but when you do, I want you to think of me." I threw my arms around Mrs. Potter (being especially careful not to wrinkle her new, teal dress robes) and thanked her profusely. They were beautiful.

"Not at all, dear. Now let me help you put these on."

In a few minutes, I was ready to go. I followed Mrs. Potter out of the room, to the top of the staircase, where she quickly, gracefully travelled down.

Oh, crap, a staircase; I’ll trip.

Oh, wow, a staircase. God, how cheesy. 

Everyone knew that a staircase entrance into a party was so overdone. "Well, not much you can do about it now," I quickly reassured myself.

The party had just begun a minute ago, but everyone was astonishingly on time. It was quite unsettling. Not to mention, it meant that more people would be able to see my spectacular fall.

I tentatively placed a foot on the marble step below me, and slowly began my descent.

One foot. The other foot. One foot. Other foot. Slowly now, Anna.

Bloody hell, I’d just like to run down these. Or slide down the banister.My feet jerked towards the edge, where the thick banister called to me; it needed someone to slide down it.

No! my mind cried. You need to be sophisticated and well-mannered for one night! Is that too much to ask?


I groaned out loud, but almost cried with relief when I realized I had reached the bottom of the staircase without tripping.

Yes! Score one for Anna! Zip for the stairs!

I casually leaned against the end of the banister, scanning the room for my Marauders, or anyone else I knew, for that matter.

I was just about to ask Mr. Potter if he had seen them, when I heard a voice (unmistakably Sirius’) from behind me.

"Holy. Fuck. Who are you and what have you done with Anastasia?"

I was smirking before Sirius had finished talking. I turned slowly around to face him, purposely letting him get a good look at everything that was my incredible goodlooks.

Ooo, showing off for Sirius?

Hardly, I argued.

I resumed my casual, leaning stance and watched the jaws of all four Marauders drop down to the ground. "Still think I’m not a girl?"

Sirius seemed to have lost control of his head; it lolled around as if there were no muscles in his neck. I watched (in much satisfaction) as his eye travelled from my hair, to my shiny jewellery, to my unconventional attire, and finally, to my face. Sirius’ bright grey eyes leered into mine for a few seconds before he looked away.

He seemed to be about to say something, when Mrs. Potter grabbed my arm. "Roberta says that these are for you," said the frenzied host, thrusting a pair of gold, elbow-length gloves into my hands. "Oh, and I believe there’s someone here that knows your mother."

She dragged me across the ballroom as I struggled to pull the gloves on. She finally stopped in front of a man in black dress robes. It took me a moment to recognize him as the Greek Minister for Magic.

"Your mother was a fine witch, Miss Xanthis" he told me with a heavy accent, extending his hand. "Anastasia, is it?"

"Yes, sir," I said. "It’s a pleasure to meet you."

He smiled. "Of course a child of your mother’s would have impeccable manners."

Psh. If only he knew.

"I believe you’re about my son’s age. I hope you wouldn’t mind being introduced; unfortunately for him, I’ve brought him here tonight, and he doesn’t know anyone."

"It’d be my pleasure." I obliged to be led across the room once again. This time I was halted in front of a boy with a remarkable likeness to Sirius. In fact, he could have been his twin, if not for his hair being slightly shorter, and his tan being far darker.

"This is my son, Damokles.

"And this is Anastasia." The boy, who I could not take my eyes off of, took the hand I had intended for him to shake and planted a soft kiss on it.

"Pleasure to meet you. And, please, call me Damon." His accent was similar to his father’s, but perhaps not quite as strong.

"You know, I think you’d love to meet my friends." I nearly grabbed his hand and ran off, but decided that proper thing to do would be to point him away and follow. I was shocked when he put his hand in the middle of my back and softly directed me where I had pointed him.

When we reached them, I grabbed Sirius’ shoulder and spun him around to face me.

"Damon, meet your twin; Sirius."

"Holy shit, you look like me!" Sirius cried. Luckily, the noise of the crowd drowned out his proclamation to anyone not in the immediate vicinity. Otherwise, there was a good chance that his head would be cut off by Mrs. Potter.

"I beg to differ. I’m far more good-looking than you."

"Holy shit, you sound like me!" Sirius burst. I hit him on the back of the head.

"Well, I believe it’s time to get something to eat," Damon said, gesturing towards a table across the room. Sitting on top of a crisp, white table cloth, was heaps of appetizers to tide the guests’ hunger until we were all brought into the dining room to have dinner.

"Holy shit, you think like me!"

"Wow," I marveled. "It’s like you speak our language or something."

"Are you sure you can eat, Anna?" James questioned.

"Why couldn’t I?" I retorted. Of course, I’d have to be extra careful not to spill something, but there was always scourgify for accidents.

"Well, I assumed that dressing like I girl meant you had to eat like one as well, meaning, not at all," he teased.

Despite James’ idiocy, I picked up a plate and put some food on it.

"Do you not normally dress like this?" Damon questioned.

Sirius snorted with laughter, and the food that he had shoved in his mouth sprayed out on James.

"Watch it!" he cried, wiping his glasses clean and fixing his dress robes with a quick ‘Scourgify.’

"I’ll take that as a no," Damon smirked, following Sirius to one of the small tables placed around the larger one.

"It’s a safe bet," I told him.

"Sounds like my kind of girl," he said, raising his eyebrows suggestively at me.

I mulled it over in my mind. He was really, really, really ridiculously good-looking, and funny to boot.

"Do I sense a random hook-up in the near future?" Remus muttered discreetly into my ear.

"Too early to tell," I whispered back out of the corner of my mouth, so that no one would notice our potentially incriminating conversation.

We ate and made small talk, as those you just meet are wont to do. I sat, contributing and tapping my foot when Damon stood up and extended his hand to me. "Care to dance?"

I looked around; very few people were dancing, and those who were, were doing so very stiffly. "To this?"

"Not one for the waltz, eh? I’m sure we can change that." Damon obviously did not plan on taking no for an answer; he grasped his hand in mine and led me out to the dance floor. He lifted my hands to his shoulders, and placed his own loosely around my waist. "And now . . . We step. Follow my lead."

I looked down at his feet and tried to imitate the pattern that he was moving in. "Always look up," he whispered into my ear.

So I looked up and saw him smiling down at me.

Godric, he’s hot, I thought.

And he looks just like Sirius, said a suspicious sounding voice in the back of my head. It sounded just like Mrs. Potter . . . And, come to think of it, Remus as well. I hadn’t known that Remus’ voice was quite that high-pitched.

Dammit, I’ve got enough voices of my own without other peoples as well!

"Something wrong, Anna?" asked Damon; he looked concerned. I suppose the look on my face might have appeared frustrated.

"Oh, nothing. I just have a few voices in the back of my head that make me look like a complete loon . . . Especially when I tell people about them," I answered. I figured I might as well not pretend I didn’t have ten people living inside of me; anyone that I was potentially going to be involved with deserved to know.

He pushed a loose curl behind my ear. Psh, how cliché. "Ah, yes. Extra voices do always seem to cause a problem, eh?"

He twirled me around, and I tried to keep up with his rapid, obviously trained dancing. "Yeah, but they can be good company too."

"You are a very interesting girl, Anna. Not like one I’ve met before." He brought his head close to mine and ducked down. He planted a soft kiss on my neck.

"I never aim to impress, it just happens."

"And that’s why you interest me," he said, leaning his head down so that our foreheads touched. "I barely know you, and I can tell you’ve got a lot of spirit."

Before I could reply, a shrill bell rang throughout the ballroom, and Mr. Potter’s amplified voice called, "Dinner is served."

Dinner was a long, boring affair; however it had an upside. The food was nothing short of incredible, not that I was able to stuff myself as per usual, because the dress kept everything tucked in tightly.

"This is miserable," I muttered to James, as we left the dining hall ahead of the adults. (For whatever reason, adults always felt the need to stay behind and discuss the sordid affairs of the world.) "Why is that for the past five years we’ve wanted nothing more than to be allowed to come, and now we don’t want to be here?"

"Speak for yourself," Sirius spoke. "I’m quite enjoying this view." He looked nastily towards Damon as he said this.

Damon raised his eyebrows in a challenging way, but I was still in the dark. "‘Scuse me, but, what view?"

"The view of you, darling, you’re gorgeous," Damon interrupted, before Sirius could say anything.

With another glare toward his near-twin, Sirius concurred, "Well, he is right - I’ve got to give him that."

"So I’m just nothing to look at any other day? Really? But now, I’m something special!" I glared at Sirius in a very offended way and turned slightly from him.

Damon looked alarmed. "I’m sure that’s not what he meant-"

"Oh, don’t worry, Damokles, she doesn’t mean it," Sirius explained.

"Oh, and you would know this how?" Damon challenged him. Sirius, of course, was right; but the two boy’s conversation confused me slightly. What was going on here? None of the others seemed lost.

"Because I’ve known her a hell of a lot longer than you have, buddy."

"Alright, let’s not argue," Remus said. He was looking wearily at the two look-a-likes. "We don’t want the adults coming out here and ruining our fun."

"What fun, Remus?" I asked. I would certainly have loved to see the fun he was talking about.

He brought out something from behind his back. A bottle of Odgen’s Olde Firewhiskey! "This fun."


"That’s quite impressive, I must say." I had downed two whole glasses of the Firewhisky, I was merely a little tipsy. It seemed to impress Damon.

"Most ladies don’t hold their liquor as well as you do," he explained.

"Ah, well, I was trained by the best." I gestured to the Marauders, who surrounded me. "However, this is where I stop; getting drunk, especially tonight, feels like an extremely bad idea."

"I agree," said Sirius. "None of our antics tonight."

"Antics?" Damon questioned.

Then, Remus, who was more or less the guardian of a drunken Sirius or I, explained to Damon what happens when we drink irresponsibly.

"Sounds like a great time," Damon said, pouring himself another glass of the potent liquor.

"It is," Sirius admitted. "Until you wake up the next morning and realize what an arse you’ve made of yourself." I voiced my agreement.

"Hey," I said, in need of entertaining myself. "What do you say we give Damon a tour of the house?"

James thought it was as good an idea as any, so Remus grabbed the bottle of Firewhiskey, and we all started up the staircase. (Again, I was being especially careful not to trip.)

"It’s probably a good idea we left before the adults came, anyway," Peter suggested. "I mean, I wouldn’t want to be under the wrath of Mrs. Potter."

Damon nodded in agreement. "My father would positively kill me if I embarrassed him like that."

"I’ll just hide this back in my room," Remus said, before dashing off.

"Well, since Moony’s going to his room, why not start there?" Sirius suggested. However, once we got there, the tour never continued. We were all far too lazy and dressed up to trudge around the entire expanse of Potter Mansion. It wasn’t exactly a little cottage in the woods.

We were just getting into an entertaining game of Word Association when Damon said, "I’d love to see your room, Anna."

Sirius jumped up. "Alright, we’ll all go hang there; it’s a bit smaller than Remus’, though."

"Oh, that’s alright," said Damon, already grabbing my hand and leading me to the door. "I certainly don’t want to interrupt your game."

He closed to door behind us, and gestured for me to lead the way. "You know," I told him. "Being snarky with my best mate is not the best way to get some."

"Please don’t think I was being snarky," he said earnestly. "Just competitive."

"What exactly do you mean by that?" I wondered aloud.

He looked over at me from the side, and seemed to be sizing me up. "If you don’t know, I can’t tell you."

It never occurred to me to press the situation. "Alright. Oh, it’s right here."

I gestured to a dark, oak door to his left and he turned the knob and stepped in.

He took a quick look around. "It’s not pink," he observed. Then, he crossed the room, and spread himself out on my bed.

"Really?" I said sarcastically. "I hadn’t noticed. So, you live in Greece?"

Damon beckoned for me to join him on the bed. "During the summer, yes, and during Holidays. But the school I go to is Durmstrang; my father doesn’t like how they teach, but the school is much bigger than the one in Greece. I have to agree with him."

I sat next to him, being very cautious of my dress. "So that makes you my arch enemy, eh?"

He shook his head. "Not unless they decide to have the Triwizard Tournament again."

"You just have to say that - if you didn’t, there’d be no snogging any time tonight."

For someone who doesn’t like to snog, you sure sound like you do.

Thank you, nagging voice, for that insight. Now, if you were any kind of proper, smart nagging voice; you’d know that I am flirting, which is fun!

Whatever you want to call it, dear.

"Damn voices," I muttered.

"Something wrong?" asked Damon; he was clearly amused.

"Oh, nothing," I insisted. "Just a lovely little argument going on inside my head."

"Ah, nothing out of the norm."

"Not at all." I smiled.

For the first time in my life, I had met someone who got me as well as the Marauders, even if he did lack that special spark of legal insanity that they all possessed.

The lack of sanity diagnosis that I had given was proven just a moment later.

"Ai-ai-ai-ai-ai-yiah!" Sirius barged into my bedroom and leapt nearly three meters. He then proceeded to sprint across the rest of the room and dive in between me and Damon; in all honestly, there wasn’t much room at all, so he landed on our laps.

"Shit, man!" Damon jumped in anger.

"Sirius, what the hell was that?" I wasn’t angry like Damon was, just a little frustrated at him being such a prat.

"My Indian yell," he answered proudly. However his tone of voice changed immediately. "You know, Anna, I’m wondering how Darren would be feeling about this little match up."

"Sirius!" I yelled once again, and his smiling face sobered instantly.

"Nothing, I just think that maybe you and Damon shouldn’t get up to anything, when you and Darren broke up not too long ago."

By this point, I had stood up, and was looking threateningly down at Sirius. "We were never together," I tersely informed him. "As you already know."

"Then maybe you guys shouldn’t have done certain th-" Sirius cut off immediately when I knocked him in the back of the head, hard, as opposed to the usual teasing smack. He groaned and brought his hand to the back of his head.

I sighed and turned to Damon. "Why don’t you go hang with the guys; I think I need to talk to Sirius."

Damon nodded and quickly left the room. It left me and Sirius starting each other down.

"Why him?" Sirius finally asked. "You just met him."

"Sirius! Now is not your turn to talk! What the hell is wrong with you, making me out to be some sort of . . . sort of . . ." I trailed off, not being able to figure out exactly what it was that Sirius had insinuated I was.

"I just thought that you shouldn’t be doing some things with a guy you’ve barely met, and thought that I should stop it!"

"Well that’s the point, isn’t it? I’ve just met him!" I told him. "Come on, you’ve had to have picked up on it by now - I’m not good with the commitment shit. So, I happened to find an incredible looking guy who was looking for a snog. "

Sirius made a disbelieving noise. "Well if you’re going to snog him, you might as well, might as well snog . . . me! . . . Or something ridiculous like that."

And like that, my lips were on Sirius’ and I was forcefully pushing him across the room until his back hit the wall.

This’ll prove I can just kiss anyone I want, I thought. 


What the hell? Remus!?!? Are you back again? You’ve already gotten what you wanted!

Just here to gloat.

I argued with the voice that did not belong in my head. I’ll have you know this is not a time for you to gloat - I’m kissing Sirius to prove that who I snog doesn’t matter, not because I like him. In fact . . . This is a bit disconcerting.

At some point during my interior monologue, Sirius had taken control and turned so that it was my back against the wall. Well, kissing wise, he was no Darren, but he wasn’t half bad.

Sirius pulled back and was breathing heavily. "Holy shit, that Darren kid must’ve done something; you’re way better than the last time we kissed."

Sirius was referencing one time during truth or dare. "You aren’t," I retorted.

"Touche," he said, letting go of me. However, he didn’t back away; his largeness pressed me flat against the wall. I wondered why he hadn’t moved, but couldn’t honestly say that where he was bothering me.

"You still going to get into any shenanigans with that Damon bloke?"

I shrugged.

"Because then they would be cruel and tragic shenanigans, not the cheeky, fun shenanigans that we just had. In fact, they would be evil shenanigans."

"Say the word shenanigans again . . ." I warmed. Sirius just smirked.


I went to dive on top of him for a tickle attack, when I realized that my dress would be potentially ruined. Screw it, I thought.

I dove on top of Sirius and tortured him until he screamed for mercy. When he did, I calmly climbed off of him, readjusted any part of me that had been knocked askew, and started towards the door. "I believe there are people looking for us. Now, stop being a prat."

Sirius trailed after me and we went back to Remus’ room where we found only Peter, whose short, stubby legs were sticking out from under the bed. When he managed to wiggle himself out from under, he stood up and explained, "Hide-and-seek."

"Boo!" I heard someone shout; I screamed and nearly jumped to the ceiling. (Had I been taller, it might have been possible.)

I spun around and saw Remus in a fit of giggles. "Hilarious,," I spat.

Damon game out from behind one of the curtains. "Everything better?" he asked.

I looked at Sirius and fought the urge to laugh. "All better."

"Good," he answered. "Now, if I’m not mistaken, I hear much faster music. Care to dance?"

"Psh. I always care to dance. Like, this one time, at Hogwarts . . ." And I proceeded to tell him (and recount to the Marauders, even though they had been there) about the time at the party when I had dominated.

When we arrived back in the ball room, nobody had seemed to notice our absence. So, Damon and I took a spot of the dance floor, followed by Sirius and Remus, (who made just the cutest couple) and, James and Peter.

The song that was being played wasn’t quite loud enough, or fast enough, for me to break out my death defying dance moves, but it was enough to get me moving.

"You know," Damon said as he watched my feet and tried to keep up. "Sirius isn’t that bad of a guy."

"I know that, duh," I said, panting a little bit from my constant movement, "he’s my best mate."

"No, that’s not what I mean. What I mean is, you think he’s being a prat at the moment, but he’s not; he’s just being jealous."

It didn’t occur to me that Damon was treading on dangerous waters; in fact, I was hardly listening. "Meaning?"

"Meaning that he likes you, and he didn’t want me snogging you."

"That absurd," I told him. I didn’t even stop dancing; that’s how ludicrous I felt Damon’s proclamation to be.

"Oh yeah?" Damon stop dancing, and started to pull me away, it took me a few seconds to get my feet used to the fact that I wasn’t dancing anymore. Damon didn’t stop until we were located in a secluded little corner, just up the stairs. "Now, it’ll take about a minute for Sirius to realize you’re gone, and then about a minute later he’ll come thundering up the stairs. When we hear footsteps, we’ll start to snog, and his reaction will prove that he likes you."

I decided that I would play along to Damon’s mad little game. But, about two minutes later, I did indeed hear footsteps. So, Damon and I went at it.

"Oh, sorry!" I stopped dead, mid-snog. That voice did not belong to Sirius. It was much more feminine sounding, and familiar at that. Praying that it wasn’t who I thought it, was, I slowly opened my eyes.

Oh, fuck.

"Uh Hi. . . Mrs. Potter."

The good news was that she didn’t look angry. In fact, she just looked amused.

"Pardon me," she said, then continued past us. Damon I watched her until she turned into a different corridor. The turn was simultaneous with a burst of laughter.

I rounded on Damon, laughing. "You idiot!"

He was laughing as well. "Well how was I supposed to know?!"

We laughed for a good five minutes before we composed ourselves. "You know, Anna, I think I’ve just made a really good friend."

"I’ll agree to that Mr. Theophilus." It’s so funny how a mindset can change so quickly, I marveled.

I put my arm around his shoulder and we walked down the stairs together.


"Write," I demanded.

"Promise," Damon said, as he and is father walked towards the large fireplace. It was nearly two in the morning, and they were one of the last guests still at the party.

"I’m serious," I told him. ("No, I am!" echoed from behind me, and I stifled a smirk) "If you don’t, I’ll have my owl come peck your eyes out. Got it?"

"Well, I was planning on not writing you, but after that . . ." he joked.

I waved as he spun away.

"Bloke’s pretty alright," Sirius decided. Damon had told me not to tell Sirius what happened, on account of the fact that Sirius liked me. I didn’t exactly believe Damon, but I agreed to humour him.

Completely exhausted, I demanded to be carried up the stairs. Sirius obliged and threw me over his shoulder, before stumbling around a bit. "Shit, Anastasia! I can’t see; your bloody dress is in my eyes!"

"Well why don’t I just take it off then?"

"Because then you’d be naked," James pointed out.

Even though I had no intentions of taking the dress off, I decided to argue my point. "Nuh-uh! I’ve got a bra, and underwear, and a bloody annoying petty-coat under this."

"What’s a petty-coat?" It was Remus who asked.

"Well, I don’t actually know; it’s what the Roberta lady called it." I lifted up the bottom of the dress to show the white, hoopy thing to the Marauders. "It makes the skirt bigger."

A simultaneous, "Ohhh," rang throughout the Marauders.

At the top of the stairs, we all split up so that we could get changed into more comfortable clothes. My entire body sighed in relief after I had gotten all the discomforts of my body and changed into a pair of red flannel pajama pants and a t-shirt.

I bounded out of my room and barged into each of the boys’ rooms, looking for where they had congregated. No one was in any of them; I finally found the boys on the third floor, in a large spare bedroom.

Sirius burst out laughing at the sight of me. "It’s quite hilarious," he explained. "To see you wearing your regular pajamas with the fancy hair and make-up."

"I was too lazy to undo it all," I countered. However, I did take my hair out of the fancy bun, and let the long curls fall over my shoulders.

"You’re very pretty," Sirius said with uncharacteristic kindness.

I laughed. "Tell me something I don’t know."

"You’re sitting in dog shit."

"Sirius, you dumbarse, that only works when the person is actually sitting in dog shit."

"My mistake," he said, and we all burst out laughing. We seemed to do that a lot; it was, of course, in our nature.

The door opened and interrupted our giggle-fest. "You lot are impossible to find," Mrs. Potter claimed, as she entered the room and sat down on the bed next to us. "I’ll have Sally bring up some hot cocoa and cookies, if you’d like?"

Being ourselves, we enthusiastically agreed. She laughed at our response and left the room - I’m almost positive that she winked at me before walking out.

The boys seemed to think so to. "What was that wink about?" James asked.

I thought about what Damon had told me. "I have no idea."

A minute later, there were unlimited cookies and cocoa at our dispense. "This is how it should be forever," I decided.

"Here, here!" Sirius loudly agreed.

"To never leaving each other," said James.

"To friendship for ever," added Remus.

"To never being alone," Peter put in.

"To always having fun," Sirius claimed.

"To living each day like it’s our last," I told them. "Just as we do now."


A/N: Kudos to the person that can pick up on the movie that I took as inspiration for a small part of this chapter. If you’ve seen the movie, you know. And there’s also two other movies I snuck in there, a bit more subtle though. ;) Super kudos to the person who gets all three.

A/N2: And, as always, a huge thanks to the lovely wheresmyedward.

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