Her name wasn't Annie, and she was used to people being afraid. An Irish lassine attends Hogwarts at the height of the Troubles, admist a werewolf, a runaway, a boy with messy hair and a champion gobstones player. OC/? Marauders era.

It was a scraggy old hat that told her she was brave, just like the young man that came before her. The vision came on like a muggle eight-wheeler down the A12, her milky eyes caught in the headlights as the wheels swallowed her whole and the air beat around her. Then came the sky overhead, and she saw it. Saw Sirius, the brightest of them all, and she knew he would escape Azkaban.