Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any other characters from the books. And those characters that you don't recognize are just ones assumed to be there to whom I've given names. So, really, I don't own a thing except the names and, possibly, the plot but that just keeps running away from time to time.

Sins of Angels: Hello, my wonderful would-be readers! This is yet another extremely silly Lily and James fic that was inspired by "A Walk In Your Shoes" by Spirit007, so go check that out, it's fantastic! But please read mine too . I apologize for any and all bad humor that will come from this fic, as now I am soaking my toes in writing witty and humorously, and I'm trying my best not to make it suck. Any suggestions, comments, hints, help of any sort, or good jokes I may use are more than welcome. I've got the red carpet out and the photographers ready for all of them. So read, and please review, and, most importantly, enjoy!

Chapter 1 – Not Quite Themselves

"Evans! Hey, EVANS!"

"What, Potter?"

"Evans, why do you try to resist me so?" James Potter asked, grinning and leaning against the wall. He ruffled his hair with his free hand, throwing his glasses slightly askew.

Lily Evans, however, saw all this, frowned, and then sighed heavily. She restrained herself from muttering, "why me?" and instead settled for a good, old-fashioned insult. "It really isn't that hard to resist you, Potter. You make yourself revolting without my help."

The smile on his face faltered for a moment and his hair seemed to wilt. "Come on, Evans! We've just started our seventh year!"

Lily looked around at the platform, the Hogwarts Express they have yet to board, and the trunk that have not been unpacked. "We haven't started our seventh year. We haven't boarded the train yet, Potter. And we can't start our seventh year if we don't board the train to get us to the school."

James pushed himself off the wall, tried to fix his glasses, but still left them slightly askew, and leaned in. "We're on the platform, aren't we?"

Lily pushed him away with her hands. He didn't move when she did, but he did stand up straight after he saw to it that his point was made. "Evans, you're always trying to put distance between us. Why is that?"

"Oh, I wonder," Lily muttered sarcastically. James held up a hand.

"Wait, don't tell me! I like a little mystery in a girl!"

"The mystery tends to leave after you snog her for three hours…" Lily muttered.

"That hurts, Evans, that really does," James said, acting hurt and throwing both hands dramatically over his chest. Lily rolled her eyes. "I've never done anything…on a first date."

Lily's eyes narrowed. "You're sick, Potter! Mental hospital sick!"

"Aw, Evans, you're making me blush!"

Lily let out a sound of frustration and stomped away from him and towards the train, dragging her things with her.

"Evans! Wait! What's a mental hospital?" She didn't answer, nor did she stop. "Alright, fine, just wait up, will you? We're sitting together!"

Lily stopped suddenly, and James grinned, walking up to her. His face turned into a look of puzzlement, however, when Lily turned to him and immediately burst into laughter. "We're sitting together!" she exclaimed disbelievingly. "Sorry, Potter, but I'm sitting with the Head Boy, and, as you are most definitely not him, I'm not sitting with you!"

James smiled. "Oh, but, my dear Evans, I am him," he finished and took out a small silver badge from his pocket. Lily's face fell faster than humanly possible as she realized that James Potter was holding the badge that proclaimed him as Head Boy.

"Potter, that's not funny. Just give it to me and I'll give it back to the Head Boy," she said sternly, holding out her hand.

James laughed at her outstretched palm. "Give it back to who, Evans? I am the rightful owner!"

"What? No, surely Dumbledore has more brain than that…well, he is slightly eccentric, I suppose…"

"More like a nut job," James said. Lily glared at him. He sighed. "Oh, all right! More like a very brilliant, very powerful, very respectable nut job…"

Lily just turned and left for the compartment. James ruffled his hair and followed her. He casually strolled in as she just sat down and opened her book.

"Hey, Evans! Fancy meeting you here!"

Lily sighed heavily and snapped her book shut. "Shut up, Potter! It's enough that I have to deal with you for the train ride there, can you at least go find your oh-so-brilliant-and-self-confident friends and leave me alone for the next half hour?"

"No. I need to do something before I see Sirius," James said, grinning mischievously.

"Who's going to get hurt this time, Potter," Lily asked, sighing.

James looked up at her as he patted his pockets for something. "No one, Evans. Why do you always assume I'll cause harm to others?"

"Because you always do," Lily said plainly.

James considered this and, failing to come up with an instance to prove it wrong, shrugged. "I'll just create a bit of confusion, not mass chaos! Aha!" he exclaimed, taking out a small packet.

Lily raised her eyebrows. "What exactly is that, may I ask?"

James grinned. "Something I made myself, to ensure that Sirius would never be able to replicate it, of course!"

"And what does it do?" Lily asked cautiously.

James shrugged. "Oh, you just sprinkle the powder on yourself, like such, and then, depending on how long you want to be in someone else's body, that's how much you add."

"I hope you know you just poured half the packet."

James looked up, faltered fro a moment, then smiled bravely. "That'll last a few hours, I guess."

"You guess? Potter, how do you figure that?"

"Oh, it's just Arithmancy, really…"

"Right. You do realize you're completely hopeless at that, right?"

James frowned. "I am not! It's just that the teacher hates me, that's all!"

Lily rolled her eyes. James carefully sealed the bag and got up, putting it back in his pocket. He stretched, knocking over a bottle of water next to Lily. He reached for it, as did she, and their hands touched.

James Potter leapt away hurriedly and shrieked. Lily just looked up at him.

"What now, Potter?"

"You touched me!"

"Not on purpose, let me assure you."

"No, that's the trigger for this! You touched me!"

Lily stared at him, then looked at her hand, then back at him.

"You know what that means, don't you?"

"Yes! Your half-wit powder didn't work!"

James faltered. Then, upon inspection, he found himself to be in his own body. He frowned. "Oh, bugger. I though for sure I had it! Maybe I didn't put enough…"

"Potter, you're terrible at both Arithmancy and Potions. You make this and you expect it to work?"

James frowned, and opened the door. "It's a good thing it didn't, Evans. I'd hate to be a girl."

"I'd hate to be you, Potter. It's a win-win situation."

James stepped out.

"Oh, and don't bother coming back. I can handle everything by myself!" Lily called, before vanishing behind her book. James closed the door.

He really didn't come back, and Lily gladly handled everything by herself.

Instead, James Potter was very busy talking to Remus Lupin about something Sirius Black proclaimed as "absolutely useless and, most importantly, boring rubbish" and consulting a notebook.

Remus Lupin, actively tracing the pages with his finger and mumbling to himself, was quite good at tuning out Sirius Black's proclamations of boredom that the boy with sandy hair had grown so accustomed to. James Potter, however, frequently leapt to his feet and frowned at the teenager, whose long Black hair only accented his playful eyes and his mischievous smile. After deciding for the tenth time to not engage in a conversation with Sirius, James determinately sat down, and Sirius was forced to turn to the chubby boy in the corner with blond hair, and talk to Peter, which he called a travesty as the little boy smiled at him.

"Well, Prongs, all of your calculations seem to be in order, and, surprisingly, your recipe seems sound. I have not idea why it wouldn't work," Remus said, sitting back. James frowned.

"But it didn't. I'm obviously still myself, and she is still, inescapably, herself."

"Oh, stuff it, Prongs!" Sirius exclaimed, turning away from the chess game he had just lost. "Your little experiment obviously didn't work at all, and you should be thankful. I'd hate to be Evans. So just forget it and come over here, we can play exploding snap."

For a moment, James was torn over revising his notes or playing with Sirius. But, as is the nature of James Potter, that lasted only a miniscule moment and he jumped next to his friend, eager to play.

After the welcoming feast in the Great Hall, Lily and James met up and walked to their new place of residence, the Head's Dorm. Lily not-so-politely turned down every attempt at conversation James tried, in the hopes that the boy would understand and leave her alone. He finally did leave her alone, but not before she gave him the password to the inside room (given to her by Dumbledore), explained all the rules they had and the function of the four doors leading to the Common Rooms of the four different houses, and how the only one he could walk into without being called was his own house, Gryffindor. And, after warning him about not bewitching anything in their personal Common Room, Lily Evans walked through her door at the top of her stairs and slammed it shut.

As James saw it, there was only one thing left to do. He walked across the room to the door leading to the Gryffindor Common Room, opened it, and was greeted by the party extravaganza that the four Marauders have been planning since he found out he was Head Boy.

About four in the morning the next day, he stumbled out of the door to the Common Room and clumsily and tiredly made his way over to his room, crashing very heavily on the bed and falling asleep, snores et al, instantly.

Waking up the next morning, both Lily Evans and James Potter didn't feel quite like themselves.

Sins of Angels: So, what do you think? I hope I made it at least a little funny...please review and tell me what you thought of it! Thanks for reading!