Chapter 1

Gee, what a way to start my last year at Hogwarts. My suitcase fell open and spilled all my personal belongings on Platform 9 and 3/4. I tucked my ebony hair behind my ears in embarrassment and began gathering my things from the floor, while people look at me as they go by. "Shit!", I muttered as my cat, Misty, meowed from her cage.

I was definitely considered a "loner" in the house of Gryffindor. Not only a loner, but a weirdo. I mean, I have a few acquaintances to keep my sanity, but not actual friends. I don't think that people here can really understand me. The girls here are giddy and too goody goody for me. And the boys, you ask? Well, I'd be lying if I say that only ugly guys come to Hogwarts. Some are quite fetching, to say the least, especially in my house. Gryffindor is the house of the brave, but I don't see myself as that. I'm other things: irresponsible, reckless, passionate, impulsive, a "troublemaker", if you will. I don't mean to brag, but I've had the most detentions among Gryffindor students. Professors caught me smoking, pranking students, cutting classes, you name it. I see the way they look at me; students sneering, jeering at me, but I don't give a damn.

As I was about to pack my last set of skirts, I saw someone's hand over mine. I looked up and saw him: Sirius Black. Black is arrogant, self-absorbed, a known ladies' man and in my house. Why the hell was he touching my skirt? "Hey Osbourne. How are you? How was your summer?" He gazed at me with his piercing grey eyes. His tone of voice was gentle and kind. I quickly took my skirt away from him and placed it in my case.

"Good, thanks." I said, not looking at him. As I was busy closing my case, I noticed he was still looking at me. When I finished, we both got up from the floor.

"So, what did you do during vacation?" He asked. I wasn't in the mood for small talk.

I shrugged "Nothing much." I didn't care what he did and who he screwed around with.

"I see. Anyway, I'll see you at school." He gave me a quick smile, and left me standing there. I stood there, watching his wavy brown hair cascade down his shoulders. What just happened?

He and his friends have a secret club, I guess, called the Marauders. They love to prank people and do stuff for shits and giggles. There was he, James Potter (who is insanely in love with Evans), Peter Pettigrew (a little coward, if you ask me), and Remus Lupin (shy, serious student, nothing more to say about him). Most of the girls in our school were crazy about them. I mean, literally following them around as if they're a rock band or something. Pfft, they wished.

I got a hunky Hufflepuff to help me put my suitcase on the train, and I went to find a vacant compartment. Luckily I found one, but it wasn't vacant for long. A very pretty red haired girl with extraordinary bright green eyes entered and saw me sitting here, alone. That was Lily Evans; the brainiac of Gryffindor. Every time I see her in the common room, she's either reading or doing homework; I bet she's still a virgin. Yeah sure, I think she's the prettiest girl here, but I think she's boring as hell.

"May I sit here?" She asked kindly. I have to admit, I felt warm inside when she addressed me.

"Sure." I replied equally nicely. She gave me a quick smile and sat across me.

"So, where's your crew?" I had to ask Ginger here. She always hangs around with Marlene McKinnon and Hestia Jones.

"I don't have a crew." She answered, a bit irritated. I put my hands up in front of my face.

"Sorry", I mumbled. I lowered my hands as she sighed.

"If you must know, they're sitting with Potter and his clowns." She rolled her eyes as I smirked.

"I couldn't agree with you more; they are clowns." I said as we shared a smile; our first smile together. Christ, I sound like a little girl.

"This is probably the longest we've ever talked." Evans said, a little surprised.

"Yeah. Sorry about the 'crew' thing." I apologized.

She shrugged and said "It's fine. It's a good thing I'm sitting here. I'm not around Potter and I got a chance to talk to you."

We talked quite a bit on our way to school. Talking to her made me think maybe she wasn't so bad, but I couldn't trust her just yet. I found it weird that her crew hadn't came once to look for her. Just then, they entered. I just had to open my big mouth. McKinnon saw who Evans was sitting with and gasped "Lily, what are you doing here? You know you could've sat with us! James won't bother you!" I hated the sound of her voice; it always sounded shrilly to me. Jones, on the other hand, was quiet but kept giving me and her looks.

"You know how Potter acts around me. I wanted peace and quiet from that craziness, so I sat here." Evans explained.

"You seriously want to sit with this freak?! I mean, I heard she hexed one of the professors!" McKinnon wailed as if I wasn't sitting there. Enough was enough.

I got up abruptly from my seat and retorted "Listen, you little cunt! Don't you dare call me a 'freak', and I never hexed anyone, so get your facts straight." I felt my tan face redden as I confronted her. McKinnon's blue eyes stared at me in shock.

She scoffed and said, not looking at Evans "Lily, do whatever you want. We'll see you when we get off." And with that, they left Evans and me alone.

"Why did you have to call her that?" she asked me.

I sat down and told her "Because that's what she is." I never liked her.

"Now wait a minute, I won't allow that! I can report you." she said confidently. I raised my eyebrows.

"Oh, really? And what would the teachers do, give me another detention? Face it, I'm not afraid of anything."

"Vivian, you can't just hurt people's feelings like that." Evans called me by my full name. Merlin, how I hated it but still, I was named after my Nana. I preferred to be called Viv.

"I'm not going to apologize, if that's what you think. If you don't mind me saying so, if they were truly your friends, they would've sat here with you no matter what." I shot at her. Evans opened her mouth to say something, but quickly closed it. She looked like a bloody goldfish. She was quiet during the rest of the way to school; she must have been thinking about what I had said.

As we got off the train, Evans took me aside and said in a low voice "I thought about what you said, and you might have a point. Sometimes I feel that Marlene isn't what she seems. And to think I've been friends with her since third year." My side bangs were beginning to annoy me so I pulled out a pin from a pocket and placed it so they wouldn't fall on my face. My plain brown eyes looked at Evans and couldn't help but emphasize with her; I had a few bad experiences with friends and eventually I learned that it's better to be alone.

"Glad that I knocked some sense into you. See you in classes." I muttered to her and let her be.

As we entered the Great Hall, I looked up at the ceiling. Oh, how I love Hogwarts. This place was better than home, where my parents go gaga over the importance of keeping the bloodline "pure". During the summer, I plucked up the courage to leave home and rented a flat in London. Unfortunately, I had only a two month contract, so when I finish school, I have to find a place to live. My folks disowned me and claimed that I'm dead to them. How charming.

I took a seat at the Gryffindor table and looked around me. Again the sneering looks on their faces. I haven't missed this at all, but it's my final year here- screw them. I was immersed in looking at other people when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned my head to see him again. "What?" I asked snidely. Black didn't flinch.

"I was wondering how the ride went." He simply said.

"Fine, thanks." I answered shortly. He smiled a warm smile at me, one which usually gets the girls to do anything he wants.

"Good. Have a good year, then." He said and left to sit with the motley crew.

I was pissed off at him and yet managed to utter "You too." What the hell was my problem?

As Dumbledore made his speech, I couldn't help but chuckle. I looked at the students, who were looking at his direction and taking in every word he said. The speech was surprisingly shorter than usual and food appeared on the tables. I was starving!

I ate as much as I could, and I stuffed myself. I swore I wasn't going to eat dessert, but I couldn't' help but take a piece of chocolate tart. I looked around me and my eyes fell on the "clowns"; Potter kept sending Evans signals and Lupin and Jones were in deep conversation. Next to Potter, Black finished his dessert, wiped his mouth and his eyes fell on me. We shared a quick look and I quickly turned to talk to someone who sat next to me. Jeez, Black is such a creep.