“She cheated on him?”
Marlene asked, shocked. “Yes! Have you not been listening or something?” I
asked. “Sorry. I’ll make sure everyone knows by…” “By dinner. ‘Kay?”
“Yup.”  I walked away, a smirk on my
face. Evans won’t know what hit her. Plus, everyone will know that after
finally saying yes to Potter, she cheated on him with her ex-boyfriend,
Diggory. Nobody will mess with me, now that they know what will happen. Evans
refused to tell me a secret, not that I needed one anyways, but still.  “Hey! Potter!” I yelled.

“What do you want?” He
sneered. He’s hated me since I pranked him and turned his hair hot pink for a
month. “To know your secrets, duh.” He turned deathly pale before scoffing.
“Yeah, as if you actually know them.” “Oh, really? I know about your friends
‘little furry problem’.” I smirked. “Uh, what?’ Potter stuttered, deathly pale
again. “You heard me. There’s not one secret in this school that I don’t know.”
“Okay, fine! What?” “I heard that Evans,” I paused dramatically. “Cheated on
you with Diggory.” “What? Really?” “Yes.”

  “Evans.” He called. “What, James?” I hid a smile. I couldn’t
believe how innocent she really sounded, like she had no idea what she did.
“You cheated on me? With Diggory?” “No, I haven’t been to the library in a
week!” “I never said anything about a library.” “Well,” She burst out crying.
“It was an accident!” “Yeah, totally.” “I’m sorry!” “Whatever. We’re over.” I
laughed at the betrayed expression on Potter’s face and the tears running down
Evan’s face. “You’re sick.” A voice said. “Thanks!” I turned to see Black
talking. “Telling people other people’s secrets? You’re cruel.” “Sorry? I’m
cruel? I’m telling people that their boyfriend/girlfriend cheated on them! How
is that cruel? I’m doing it so they’ll know sooner, not later!” “Well, do you
even care how they feel?” “Well, why are you talking or paying attention to me
if I’m so ‘cruel’?” “Because…, well.” He stuttered, trying to find an answer.
“Exactly.”

When I got back to my
dorm, I got out a spare piece of parchment paper and started writing a letter.

Dear
Potter

I
wanted to congratulate you on being an idiot again. You (The Marauders) are,
sadly, back at Hogwarts. (No offense, sort of) You are Quidditch captain and
the best chaser in however long. Somehow. By the way, tell Moony or Lupin as
normal people call him, that the full moon is coming up and I have made and
attached him a vial of Wolfsbane potion. If you don’t know what that is,
Potter, turn around to the left and ask Lupin. And before you ask, no I am not
“the Secret Keeper”.  Well, technically I am, but I’m writing this
letter as Ivy. And also, no I am not a
stalker. It wasn’t my choice to be able to do this. Anyways, good job on
becoming an illegal anmiagi! How are you a stag? Pettigrew as a rat I can see,
but you? A stag? Nope. I can see Black as a dog but nope.

Sincerely,
someone who will spill all of your deepest darkest secrets if you make them
mad.

P.S.
Don’t make me mad. I won’t tell but if you make me mad… well. That won’t end
well on your part.

P.S.S.
Tell Lupin that if he does take the potion he’ll need to drink a lot of water
the next day.

Okay. Now, that that’s
over with. “Snowy.” I said softly and gently. My beautiful snow white owl,
Snowy, came to perch on my arm. “Send this to Potter.” She softly nibbled my
arm before soaring outside the window.

Potters POV

“Prongs! You got a
letter.” Padfoot said. “Okay, what does it say?” “What’s that?” Moony reached
out and grabbed a vial of some kind of potion. I grabbed it and started
reading. As I kept reading, I grew paler, and I hated that. When I saw the part
about Wolfsbane, I turned to my left, and sure enough, Moony was there. “What’s
Wolfsbane?” I asked. “Why?” “Because this,” I shook the vial, “Is apparently
Wolfsbane.” “Does… does whoever wrote this letter know?” “Somehow.” “It’s a
potion that lets werewolf’s keep their mind during the transformation.” I
finished reading through it and turned to Padfoot. “Really? This isn’t funny.”
“What?

  “I know you wrote this.” “Wrote
what? The letter? No, Prongs, it wasn’t me?” “Seriously? Then someone really
knows all your secrets. That’s not good.” Moony said. “We know that! We’re not
complete idiots.” I said. “Well, I also believe that we should not make whoever
wrote this mad.” “Again, I think we know that!” “Sorry!” He put his hands up.