AN. This is my first story. Just starting something out. I'm thinking about writing more, tell me what you think!!

I honestly and truly believed that I loved her. Lily Evans. It wasn't that she loved me, or that she ever would. I hoped someday she would grow to love me, but I wasn't counting on it. I was content just to love her. Just to marvel in how perfect she was, to stare at her beauty, to watch her act. I loved everything about Lily Evans. And I think that I was finally coming to terms with the fact that she would never love me.

"Prongs," I heard a voice call.

I blinked my eyes lazily.

"What?"

"You were completely zoned out, daydreaming about Evans again," Sirius said with a roguish grin on his face.

"No," I muttered under my breath, but from his smile I knew he heard me.

Dang.

"Are you sure you weren't just completely staring off into space in Evan's general direction with a glazed over look in your eyes," he said a sparkle in his eyes.

"I'm almost positive I wasn't doing that," I replied in what I hoped was a semi calm voice.

"Well it sure looked like it."

"Oh, just leave him alone Sirius," Remus said looking up from the book his face was currently plastered onto; "he has enough trouble as it is."

God, I love that man, knows just when to whack Sirius on the head.

"With all his head duties," Sirius added mockingly.

Whack.

See, knows exactly when to whack him on the head.

"Ow, that hurt," Sirius whined as he picked on a chicken leg.

"It was supposed to," muttered Remus, already back to his book.

"You've wounded me," Sirius cried placing his hand on his heart.

"What's with all the drama today?" I asked moodily.

Sirius grinned wickedly and I didn't stifle the urge to groan.

"This is only the great beginning."

*****

I arrived five minutes early for Transfiguration. Slid into the empty seat at the front of the room and started looking over my homework. Over time people came in taking seats. Lily looked at me strangely when she sat down, do I really never show up early. I did a mental search egine. Dang. Remus slid into the seat next to me.

"Have you seen Sirius," he whispered.

Class hasn't started yet buddy. You can talk.

"Nope."

He gave me a look and then did a double take.

"Are you checking your homework?" he asked in a kind of awed voice.

"Yep," I said, crossing something out.

Honestly, was I really this bad?

McGonagal entered the room her robes sweeping out behind her.

"Today, we will be studying the art of human transfiguration. People that can-"

She was cut off as Sirius sweeped into the room.

"You're late ," McGongal said curtly.

Sirius plopped down in a seat and ignored her, he looked down at his nails.

"."

No response.

"10 points from Gryffindore."

She sighed. "People that have mastered human transfiguration our known as Animagus. You become an Animagus by-"

"You become an Animagus by," a mocking voice say.

That voice sounded eerily familiar.

"Mr. Potter," McGonagal barked.

Oh yah, me.

"Are you mocking my classroom?" her lips pinched together.

I mentally cringed and opened my mouth.

"Are you mocking my classroom?" the same voice repeated, and I swear I never even opened my mouth.

I looked over at Sirius, who was smirking. Have I ever mentioned that he's good at voice impersonations. I resisted the urge to glare at him.

"Detention Mr. Potter," she said sweeping around.

"Detention Mr. Potter," Sirius said again in my voice.

"For a week. See me after class."

I scowled as soon as she turned her back. Stupid Sirius.

Class continued easily seeing as I knew all the material since fifth year. Having first hand experience might have helped too.

"And right me two and a half feet on the Animagus transformation and it's effects."

The class filed out and Lily turned and glared at me. I went up to McGonagal's desk.

"I know this looks bad, but let me explain. It was Sirius."

She pursed her lips, "It certainly sounded like you Mr. Potter."

"I know," I rambled on, "but Sirius, he's really good at voice impressions and he was just-"

Her look stopped me. "Don't worsen your punishment by blaming other Mr. Potter. A week's worth of detention, meet me in my office at eight, starting tomorrow night."

I nodded solemly and stepped out the door. Sirius was so going to get it!