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CHAPTER ONE

James Potter's face was pressed directly against her lips. His tongue moved furiously in her mouth. She waved her red hair black, blinked her green eyes…

"JAMES POTTER!" screamed Professor McGonagall.

James snapped awake and wiped the spit off his face. "Yes Professor?" he said charmingly.

"I don't suppose you were listening when I was telling the class about irregular transfigurations?" she asked, already knowing his response.

"Now Professor…do you seriously want me to stoop down to a first year level?" he put on a hurt face, "You know, that's terribly demeaning!"

McGonagall's eyes were wide. Her lips were like thin strands of hair, and her eyebrows almost touched her hairline.

"Okay," James said, "but you asked for it!" He began a long speech: "When a mommy and a daddy love each other…whoop! Wrong class!" The whole class, especially Sirius, Remus, and Peter, were sniggering loudly. Only two people were not amused by the joke. "Anyway, irregular transfigurations are caused when a wizard or witch perform a transfiguring spell upon himself or herself or another object that they simply cannot handle. When this occurs, you may see an irregular transfiguration. Basically, it's like the object is half-transfigured. However, it is a dangerous practice and nearly one thousand magical people die because of it every year."

Right after his speech finished, the bell rang for the lunch period. Everyone, including McGonagall hurried out of the room and made their way to the Great Hall. Except for James and another person, that is.

James was packing slowly and kept his eyes on a certain redheaded, green-eyed girl as she pushed her Transfiguration book into her bulging bag. The seam was split and try as she might, she couldn't put the book into without the bag ripping some more.

"Let me help you," James said, walking over to her. "Reparo." The bag fixed itself. He then flicked his wand again and all of the books fit comfortably into bag.

"Thanks," she said, rather stiffly and edging on icy.

"Now come on Evans. Certainly I get a kiss or something for this?" James asked boldly.

"In your dreams, Potter," she chanted airily.

She walked down to lunch, swaying her hips and making James crave her even more.

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The next day, James found himself dreading the morning. He was usually pretty good at waking up, yet knowing that you had double potions with the Slytherins for two hours and then getting drowsy in Divination for another hour and a half.

He got out of bed and slowly got dressed, running his fingers through his hair, trying to make it more untidy.

Sirius was waiting for him down in the common room. "Hurry the hell up, Prongs!" he bellowed, making several first years jump and look at Sirius weirdly.

"I'm coming, you moron, now shut your trap," James grinned.

They made their way down to breakfast and ate as slow as they could, hoping that it would make potions come later. Soon, they only had five minutes.

"POTTER! POTTER!" yelled someone loudly, walking down towards James. It was Head Boy, Marcus Tyman. He was tall with silvery hair and piercing blue eyes.

"Yes, His Royal Majesty, King of Gryffindor Tower," James called out.

Marcus heard his comment and walked over to him. "Funny, Potter, funny. Anyways, after breakfast, you're to report to the Headmaster's office for a conversation. You will be missing your first hour of class." Marcus walked off towards his girlfriend and fellow Head Girl, Alicia Bolopart.

"Awesome luck!" James said, pumping his arm in the air. "Skipping half of potions! I can't wait."

So after breakfast, James said goodbye to Remus, Sirius, and Peter. He made his way to towards the doors leading out of the Great Hall by the teacher's table. He noticed three other people following in his wake. He paid no attention to them and continued his pace down the corridors. He finally reached his destination: the stone gargoyles that guarded the Headmaster's office.

Just as James reached these statues, they parted and he saw the stairs moved gently downward. Wondering why they were not moving in the opposite direction and why the gargoyles had opened without a password was beyond James. But then came the simple solution: only seconds after the gargoyles parted, Professor Dumbledore came into sight.

"Good morning, James. And to you three," Dumbledore said, first talking to James and then waving to out of the vision of James.

James turned around. Three other people, the ones who had been following him, were standing only about five feet away from him. They were each from a different house and they were all seventh years. James wondered why he was here.

"I suppose you wonder why I brought you here, James?" Dumbledore queried.

How the hell does he do that? It's like he's a mind reader!

"You'll find out soon enough. Follow me."

Dumbledore beckoned them to follow him. James immediately stepped onto the steps, now moving upward, and was followed by the three seventh years.

A/N: Not the greatest, nor the longest chapter, but I'm setting some of the plot up. Please send comments about my story in the review section. I will post more ASAP.