A XSiriusIsTheBestX Fic

Laughing with your pretty mouth
Laughing with your broken eyes
Laughing with your lover's tongue
In a lullaby
Where do you go when you're lonely?
Where do you go when you're blue?
Where do you go when you're lonely
I'll follow you
When the Stars Go Blue

I rushed to catch the Hogwarts Express with my family. My sister, Petunia had come along very grudgingly since she really can't stand me. There are many reasons why she can't stick me. One of the more dominant ones being that I am a witch.

Yep. A real, live witch. I got to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and I'm about to start my seventh year. I've also been named Head Girl after seven years of work. Many students thought that some one else would be picked, because I'm a muggle born. Both my parents are muggles and some of the stuck up, pure bloods seem to think that people of my birth are stupid and not worthy to wipe the slime of their boots.

I really couldn't wait to meet up with my best friends, though: Iris Hewson and Alison Stewart. I had been friends with them ever since I started Hogwarts. Well, Iris and I became friends first and then we let Alison join our group in the third year.

Alison Stewart was a pretty, but extremely shy and quiet girl. She didn't really open up to people very easily. She was honest most of the time, and very brainy.

Iris Hewson was one of the most - no, scratch that - the most beautiful girl in the school. Her looks and her figure drove men insane, and it was starting to annoy her quite a bit. There were so many boys after her that she didn't even bother to give them an excuse for saying no to them when they asked her out.

But I had some one after me who was worse than all the boys in the school put together.

James Potter.

How could I begin to describe what an arrogant toe rag he was? There was nothing very special about his appearance, except for his hazel eyes, but his talent on the quidditch pitch and the way he acted made him a very popular target among girls.

Potter, with Sirius Black, Remus Lupin and Peter Pettigrew had started this group known as the "Marauders". It was just another word for trouble makers, honestly. But being part of that gang, instantly made you one of the coolest people in the school and James was basically their leader. And to add to all of this, he was also the Gryffindor Quidditch Captain and played seeker on the team.

One thing I wasn't looking forward to at all, was seeing Severus Snape, my former best friend. He was a Slytherin and his little Slytherin friends had brain washed him and made him believe that muggle borns were scum and not worth a damn. But I had to remind myself, that he had chose his path and I had chosen mine. And it was against my nature to mingle with a soon to be death eater.

"Good bye, my little flower," Dad said as he embraced me, "be good, alright? I'll see you in December."

"Love you, Dad," I kissed his cheek. My father ruffled my hair and chuckled. I grinned at him and then turned to my mother who pulled me in a tight hug.

"I'll miss you so much, Lily," she said, her voice a bit choked, "you're leaving me alone with these two! I'll go insane!"

"Oh, mom," Lily moaned, wiping away her mother's tears, "don't cry!"

"I'm not crying," mum said thickly and she planted a watery kiss on my forehead, "I love you. Work hard and make us proud."

"I love you, too," I smiled at my mother. Then, I turned to Petunia who had a hard look on her peacock like face.

"Tuney ..." I whispered hopefully.

"Do us a favour? Don't come back," Petunia spat.

"Petunia! Get over it, already! I'm graduating this year! Can't you just -"

"No. Bye, freak," Petunia said harshly before turning away and stomping off towards the exit. I stared after her and sighed, before turning to the train. And I saw that it was already moving.


I ran to the train as fast as I could, thanking God that my luggage was already on the train. I pushed past weeping and waving parents and jumped on to the train only to collide with none other than James Potter.

I took in the sight of his uncontrolable, messy black hair and his pale, thin face which was stretched in a grin, "Lilpoo!"

"Potter!" I groaned, "I told you to stop calling me that ridiculous nickname!"

"Sorry, Lilpoo," Potter chuckled, "didn't any one tell you? Old habits die hard."

I sighed and moaned, "isn't there any one else who you can torture?"

"Sure! Since there are six billion people in this world. But some how, I just love winding you up!"

"Potter -"

"Evans, will you go out with me?"

"What? No! Potter, get this in your head! I am NOT going to go out with you!"

"But why?" James moaned, "I didn't even use Lilypoo to tick you off!"

At that, I had to laugh because James was actually serious. His expression lit up when he realized that I had made him laugh. Still chuckling, I asked, "you honestly think that your use of a ridiculous nickname is the reason I keep on rejecting you?"

"Well, then, what IS the reason?! Honestly, it's been five years, I think you should tell me!"

I chuckled and questioned, "are you going to keep on asking me again and again like the past three years?"

James nodded, "till the day you say yes, Evans."

"But, Potter!" I said in mock horror, "you'll DIE by then!"

"No, it'll be sooner than you think," Potter said with a lopsided grin that horrifyingly so, made my stomach flutter. No, no - it must be the milkshake Lily had had for breakfast.

"What? Are you planning to slip me a love potion or something?" I asked with a grin.

Potter smirked and leaned forward to whisper in my ear, "Evans, I don't need a love potion to make you fall for me."

I pulled away, smiling. "We'll see about that, Potter. Do you know where Iris and Alison are?"

"No, I don't. I'm looking for Sirius, Remus and Peter myself. Do you want to look together?" I couldn't turn him down because of the eager expression on his face. So what do I do? I say yes.

"Yeah, okay," I sigh and we both begin to walk through the corridor, "how's the summer been for you?"

"It was good," James shrugged, "Sirius was staying with me, so we pulled a lot of pranks on my neighbours."

I sighed and shook my head. I looked at James and the noticed the badge attached to his unifrom. My mouth fell open, "YOU'RE head boy?!"

"Oh, yeah! Surprised, eh? I don't blame you. I got one heck of a shock when I found out myself."

"But - but -" I stuttered, "you weren't even a prefect! And you've got a crime record!"

"Yeah, I know. I even mailed Dumbledore and asked him if he had made a mistake but he said something about seeing potential in me or what ever. So I guess this means we'll be spending a lot of time together, eh?"

"Ugh," I groaned, sliding open a compartment door and checking if my friends were in there, "dammit, where are they?!"

"Don't worry your pretty head, Lilykins," James grinned, "we'll find them soon."

"Shut up, Potter," I snapped.

"Oh you wound me, Evans," Potter pretended to faint.

"Good," I said icily, "crawl under a rock and die."

"I woudn't want you to cry your eyes out, Lilykins. So I will do no such thing," James grinned, finally entering the right compartment. He saw Sirius, Remus, Iris and Alison sitting together.

Potter and I shared a look. How on Earth did this happen? My friends and I detested the Marauders!Well ... Alison always had a crush on the sensible marauder, Remus. But Sirius Black, a RIDICULOUSLY good looking boy, was one of the men after Iris, so she hated him.

"JAMES HAROLD POTTER, DO YOU KNOW WHO WORRIED I WAS?!" Black exploded as soon as James appeared. He was clutching his heart like he was in pain, but the corners of his mouth were twitching.

Potter chuckled, "sorry, Mum."

"YOU BETTER BE!" Sirius said in a mock - motherly voice and went over to give his best friend a hug, both of them laughing. James Potter and Sirius Black were more like brothers, than best friends. The bond between them was insanely strong and both of them knew each other better than they knew themselves!

"I thought you missed the train like Peter did, mate," Lupin said as he got up and hugged James as well.

"What? Peter missed the TRAIN?" Potter demanded.

While they talked about Pettigrew's foolishness, I ran over to Iris and Alison and we began jumping up and down, wrapped in a tight hug. I whispered in their ears, "you both are sitting with Black and Lupin?"

"Their compartment was the only one available," Iris whispered, "Black is a pain."

"I try hard, love," Sirius grinned, flopping down on the seat.

Iris pulled out her wand and shoved it towards Black, so that it was poking his neck and hissed, "DON'T call me 'love', Black."

"LOVE!" Sirius bellowed at the top of his voice. Iris muttered something and soon, Sirius' hair was a shocking pink. Potter, Lupin, Alison and I burst out laughing while Iris smirked in victory.

"What?" Sirius asked.

Potter conjured a mirror and as Sirius took in the sight of himself with pink hair. His shocked face made us all howl with laughter, "you bitch! What did you do to my hair?!"

"I just made it better," Iris said innocently.

"Damn you to hell, Hewson," Sirius groaned, and took out his own wand. He muttered something and his hair was back to it's usual black. Then he turned to Iris with a grin and leaned towards her, "hate is a passionate emotion."

"Get out of my face, Black," Iris groaned, pushing him away.

"We all know how much you love me. That's why you're sitting with us," Sirius grinned.


"Yes, love?"

"Do you like your head?"

"Of course I love my beautiful head!"

"Then shut up before I rip it off," Iris hissed.

"Okay, both of you, calm down," Alison chuckled, trying to make peace. She was always the one who tried to break up arguments and make every one friends again. Alison kept on stealing glances at Remus who was also stealing glances from her.

"Did you know that Potter was made Head Boy?" Lily asked, flopping down on the seat next to Iris.

"Oi! I still have feelings you know!" Potter exclaimed, the corners of his mouth twitching.

"I bet Dumbledore was drunk when he made the choice," Iris joked. Every one, except for James laughed and Iris said, "oh, god, James! Cheer up! Maybe Dumbledore sees something in you that no one else can."

Potter grinned, "thanks, Hewson."

"Why can't you be like that with me, love?" Sirius asked, pretending to be hurt.

"Hmm. Let's see. Maybe I just don't like you as much as I like the rest of them?" Iris said, smiling angelically.

"Oh, we all know how much you love me," Sirius grinned.

"Oh, yes, Black. I'm just like those other women who fall at your feet. Of course I'm just another one of those girls who you just want to throw away like a used tissue," Iris rolled her eyes, "get this in your head once and for all, I'm not interested."

"You keep telling yourself that," Black sang, really ticking Iris off.

"ANY WAY," Alison cut between them, "how was your summer, Lily?"

"Could it really be anything but bad with Petunia there?" I groaned.

"Whose Petunia?" Potter asked with interest, his hazel eyes boring into Lily's emerald ones.

"Oh, she's a peacock," Alison said happily.

Potter's eyes widened, "you have a peacock as a pet? That's so twisted!"

I burst out laughing.