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A/N: This is the sequel to my other story, Broken but Beautiful, so if you haven't read that I'd read it first. This story overall will still make sense, but someone of the characters and plotlines may be lost on you.
If you're from Broken but Beautiful, hey! Welcome to the sequel! Do you like the name? I did, but then again it's my story, so maybe I'm not the best judge.
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"Ah. James, save me from this horrible monster." I say unenthusiastically, turning my page, not looking up as Padfoot slobbers all over me, panting. Remus snorts from next to me in the sofa, and Peter looks up from his essay, watching James and Sirius anxiously.
"Don't worry, Lily, I'll save you!" James leaps dramatically over the coffee table and grabs Sirius, yelling loudly. Sirius transforms, and soon they're both mock-wrestling on the floor, laughing and shouting.
"Honestly, you're like wild animals." I mutter laughingly, and they both stop, look up at me with big smiles, and transform.

Soon I'm running squealing up the stairs, pursued by an enormous stag and a huge, bear-like black dog, giggling madly. As soon as I get to James' bedroom, I slam the door shut and magically lock it, laughing as they both run into the door.
"Bad luck, boys!"
The door creaks open, and I peer around in surprise to see both of them, back to normal, wands out. Remus is behind them, and Peter too.
"Now, look…" I hold my hands up in surrender. "There's no need for anything hasty-"
"Argh!" James and Sirius run in, and James picks me up, drops me on the bed and starts to tickle me mercilessly.
"No…no…stop it! James Potter…stop it!"
I'm laughing uncontrollably, and so is he, and it's then I realise how close we are. He leans down, lips brushing mine, and I reach up to play with his hair-
"EWWW! COOTIES!"
Sirius shrieks childishly, and we break apart, me blushing wildly, James smirking.
"And you two said you would be productive today." Remus comments dryly, sitting down on the bed next to James. "What happened to doing your Muggle Studies' essay, Sirius?"
"I decide to go for a practical approach," Sirius grins, and Remus folds his arms.
"What did you do?"
Sirius pulls out a cigarette. "I am currently investigating the amazing Muggle invention that is tobacco!"
I roll my eyes and vanish it and the box in his pocket with a flick of my wand. "Where do you keep getting those?"
"I have my sources." He winks at me, and Peter pretends to vomit behind his back as I giggle.

"Listen, guys, I've been thinking-"
"Hang on, everybody!" I cut in, grinning. "Hold onto your seats for James Potter's brain's first ever performance!"
Sirius laughs as James pouts and pokes me in the side.
"Lily, would you mind leaving for a minute? This is kind of private."
I stick my tongue out at him. "Fine. Have your mother's meeting."
Remus and Peter laugh, and James tries again.
"Guys, I'm serious-"
"You're not Sirius, he is!" I point at James' best friend, and Sirius leans around him so we can high-five as the rest of them groan.
"Lily, stop it, I'm trying to say something! Anyway, I'm-"
"Quitting Quidditch?"
"No! I'm-"
"Going on holiday to Croatia?"
"Lily! I'm-"
"Getting back together with Elizabeth Darren?"
The rest of us retch playfully as James sits there, arms folded, eyebrows raised.
"Lily Evans, I'm warning you, I will-"
"Do what? Raise your eyebrows at me?"
He leans over and puts his large hand over my mouth, so I lick it. James recoils with a squeal, and I jump up.
"Come on James, spit it out!"
"I swear…" He mutters, and I raise an eyebrow.
"You shouldn't swear James, it's rude."
My boyfriend glares at me and I smile sheepishly, picking up my robe and shrugging it on.
"Alright, I'm going, I'm going, you boys have your mother's meeting in peace."
"It is not a mother's meeting!" Sirius glares at me, mockingly appalled, and I wink at him before leaving the bedroom.

Alice is in the library, flicking through Witch Weekly, and I plonk myself down in the seat next to her, leaning in to see what she's reading.
"Ten Beauty Tips to help you charm the special wizard in your life? Merlin, what a load of rubbish."
"I think it's good, actually." Alice says, affronted, and I shrug.
"That's fine. I just don't think…soaking my skin in pumpkin juice is going to make me any prettier."
"Yeah, but you don't need it. You're already gorgeous. But the rest of us…well, we might need to do some soaking."
"Hey," I bump her with my shoulder. "You're stunning, you know that? Way nicer and prettier than I'll ever be, even if you don't think that."
She sighs. "Thanks Lily."
"Is everything okay with you and Frank?"
Alice sinks slightly lower in her chair, and sighs again. "He's been really detached lately. I'm sort of worried he's…I don't know…getting bored of me, or something."
"Bored of you? How could he get bored of you? You are one of the least boring people I've ever met, and I've met a lot of people."
"Yeah, but we've been together so long, I'm not sure whether…"
"Whether what?"
"Whether he's gotten tired of me. I mean, we are around each all the time."
I frown, and then grab her hand supportively.
"Do you love him, Alice?"
"Yeah."
"Does he love you?"
"I…I think so."
"Then there's no way that he's bored of you! He's probably just stressed about the NEWTs. God knows I am. Look, I'll talk to him, if you want? I won't say that you said anything, I'll just make sure that everything okay with him, yeah?"
"That'd be great. Thanks Lils."
"Hey, you gave me a load of good advice when it came to me and James getting together. It's great to be able to help you too."
She lays her head on my shoulder gratefully, and I smile.

We leave the library a few minutes later, and I'm joking around.
"And then, Petunia says, you're a freak, I don't want you around, and I said, don't worry, Tuney, I'm going off to be with my devilish dreamboat boyfriend, who was, at the time, completely imaginary- oh!"
Someone bumps into me, knocking me backwards, and Alice grabs my arm, steadying me.
The boy looks up, and its Trevor, Trevor...something. Trevor, sixth year, Ravenclaw.
"Lily! I didn't see you there." He straightens his robes and looks around, face falling when he sees Alice.
"Oh." He frowns, then forces a smile.
With that, he turns and leaves.
"Oh, I'm fine Trevor, thank you for asking." I say sardonically, and Alice elbows me.
"Sshhh! He'll hear you!"
"I hope he does!"
"I think he's got a bit of a crush on you, Lils."
"Yeah, right. Professor!" I call out as Professor Slughorn passes, saved from Alice's ridiculous theories about my love life, and he turns around, waistcoat looking uncomfortably tight.
"Lily, Lily, Lily. What can I do for you, my dear?"
"I simply wanted to wish you a good morning, sir. A lovely day, Saturday, don't you agree?"
"Quite, quite. Say, I'm thinking of throwing another one of my little supper parties, invite Mr Cresswell and the like, to celebrate my birthday tomorrow evening. Would you be game?"
"I'd be honoured, sir."
"Will you be bringing Mr Potter?"
"Probably, Professor. He is my boyfriend, see."
He wags his finger at me, trying his best to look reproving. "Cheeky! I'll see you then."
"I look forward to it, sir."
I smile at him as he turns around, and Alice shakes her head in despair.
"Why on earth would you subject yourself to two more hours of Cresswell explaining his father's connection with Gringotts? By choice? On a Sunday?"
"I like Professor Slughorn." I shrug. "Besides, he'll be good if I ever need a favour."
"I knew you should've been in Slytherin." I elbow her in the ribs indignantly and she laughs. "It was a compliment!"

Someone prods me hard in the back, right between my shoulder blades, and I spin around, but whoever it was is lost in the mass of students going down to the Great Hall for lunch.
"What?" Alice looks at me confused, and then rips something off my back and hands it to me. It's a note, stuck to my back with Spellotape.

WATCH OUT EVANS. I'M COMING FOR YOU.

I furrow my brow anxiously, eyes worried, and Alice leans around to read it.
"Godric…" She gasps. "Lily…"
"It's probably just a joke." I assure her, trying to reassure myself, but the sharp, menacing words glare up at me, the fresh ink bleeding into the parchment.

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