This is a repost of a story I started forever ago, I've been working on this for as long as I can remember and it's through quite a bit of changes before I started to write it. And now that I've written some of it and Book 6 has come out it's changed even more. But I've poured my heart into this and I hope you enjoy it.

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters created by JK Rowling because if I did I wouldn't be wasting my time on this. I also don't own and song lyrics that may have inspired titles.

edit: After writing chapter 13 I realized some things weren't quite consistent so I edited this up a bit, over all it had changed very little, just thought you ought to know.

Make Me High on Lullabies

Chapter 1

Storms

When I was younger I was terrified by thunderstorms, my dad used to come and sing me to sleep on those nights. It became a favorite past time of mine, and as I grew I learned to appreciate the storms that kept me up. As long as dad was there to sing me to sleep I was happy. Those lullabies inspired my love of rain, and my hate of it.

At the age of eleven I found myself alone. The first night it rained I sat up in bed, half expecting Dad to walk in and sit down, but he didn't.

He never sang me to sleep again. It wasn't that he died or anything like that, I was a big girl, and as a big girl I didn't need Daddy's lullabies.

Despite being a big girl, however, I still found it hard to sleep on nights when the wind howled and rain pounded on the windows, a storm raging outside and unfortunately this habit got me into a bit of trouble on a few occasions. The most memorable of which I ran into my least favorite person at Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and Wizardry…

"Potter, I swear, if you don't shut up and go back to the tower I'm going to report you to Professor McGonagall."

"Well, Ms. Evans, how do you propose to report me without explaining your own late night stroll? Last time I checked even you are not allowed out past curfew."

"How would you know?" Lily demanded, knowing despite her confident tone that he was right.

"In case you forget I'm a prefect now, just like you, we have the same rights, and being out late is not one of them" James smirked.

Lily had never asked why Remus Lupin had resigned his post as male Gryffindor prefect but at this moment she would give anything for him to take it back.

"So why are you out then?" she glared.

"You tell me your reasons first."

"How about I don't," the dislike grew in her voice.

"You know, Evans, I really wouldn't mind a detention, especially with you," he winked, "and whatever house points she takes off I'm sure you could talk back from Slug or any of the teachers who do seem to thoroughly love you…"

"Don't even think about it Potter."

"…It's not like McGonagall would ever make me go to a detention that would interfere with quidditch, and I've got good enough grades to lose a few homework points in a class or two…" he continued on as if she hadn't spoken.

"Don't make me hex you within an inch of your life," Her voice was cold and set with determination.

"I'd like to see you try." His voice had a tinge of amusement in it, daring her to do something that they both knew was strictly against school rules.

"I'd be happy to show you," she raised her wand staring him down with a look of pure venom. The smirk on his face vanished, she smiled at him, 'you'd better be afraid, Potter', she thought.

A throat cleared behind her, Lily turned, full of dread, to see none other than Albus Dumblebore, the headmaster.

"Good evening, Mr. Potter, Ms. Evans." He nodded to each, blue eyes twinkling behind his half-moon spectacles; "I did not expect to run into anyone this late at night." He smiled warmly.

"Hello, Professor" Lily said uncertainly.

"I didn't expect to run into you either, sir, what a pleasant surprise," James said calmly smiling.

"Judging by the snippets of conversations I have just over heard I would assume not" Dumbledore said in a calm even tone.

"Sorry Professor" Lily looked guiltily down at the floor.

"No damage done," his eyes sparkled once again, "I am sorry, though, I will have to give you both detentions, seeing as you are both Hogwarts prefects who should know not to wander around after dark to duel in the corridors." He looked thoughtful for a moment, "Tomorrow, I have some work that needs to be done in an old store room"

"Yes Professor" Lily continued to stare at the floor.

"But sir, tomorrow's the last day before winter break, couldn't we just serve the detention when we come back?" James asked hopefully.

"I'm afraid not Mr. Potter. This needs to be done before the holidays" Dumbledore smiled apologetically.

"Looking forward to it then sir" James smiled back.

"Glad to hear it, be at the entrance to the dungeons at seven. Now I think it is time for both of you to return to your respective dormitories until it is a proper time of day." He smiled once more, "Good night."

"Night sir"

James put a final period on the end of his potions essay before standing up and declaring to his friends that he was done. "You can look over it if you want" he said to the boy sitting to his right.

He was with his 3 best friends in the Gryffindor common room, sitting in their favorite secluded corner.

Sirius Black gave him a smile; he was by far one of the most attractive boys in school, with cool gray eyes and a smile that made most girls weak at the knees. "Thanks, mate, I'll let you read my defense essay when you get back from your detention with" he gave a dramatic dreamy sigh, "Lily"

"Shove it"

"Aw ickle Jimbo landed himself a detention with Lily, he's only been trying to get some alone time with her for months"

"Years actually," squeaked Peter Petigrew, he was smaller and rounder then both James and Sirius, with beady eyes and thin blonde hair.

"Both of you leave him alone," said Remus Lupin from behind his book. He was a sickly looking teen, his light brown hair brushed over his eyes and his skin was fairly pale compared to his friends'.

"Thank you, Mooney" James appreciated the support.

"He's going to be late for his date if he doesn't hurry," Remus smirked.

James gave an exasperated noise before storming out the portrait hole. He continued to hurry blindly through corridors and down stairs making his way towards the dungeons. His mind lingered on his friends' teasing.

The fact that he had a crush on Lily Evans was not a new thing, for years now he had been asking her out and she had in turn been rejecting him. Truthfully he had originally only asked her as a joke, but over time his joke had turned into actual feelings for the redheaded, green-eyed beauty. She, however, had none for him.

James came to a halt as he turned the corner and spotted her, standing there, looking as lovely as ever. He took a moment to admire her long red hair, currently trapped in a bun at the back of her head, and her piercing deep emerald eyes, wishing to drown in them.

"You're late Potter" a rough voice addressed him, shaking him back to attention. Argus Filch, the caretaker, stepped up from the archway that led to the dungeons. "Ms. Evans and I were kept waiting"

James never knew how but Lily had managed to get on Filch's good side and she had to be the only student to ever do it in the history of Hogwarts. The caretaker tended to hate all students and took every possible opportunity to punish them in cruel and unusual ways.

"Sorry sir," now James stared at the floor.

"Well come along, the pair of you, Dumbledore wants you to clean out one of the old potions store rooms," Filch directed in his gruff voice as he lead the way. "You're to throw out expired potions. Mind you not to spill any of the old potions", he gave James an evil grin, "You never know the effects they'll have on the human body."

They stopped in front of one of the old dungeon chambers. Through the open door one could see the far side of the chamber, which was covered by shelves, filled wall to wall with individually labeled potions bottles.

"In you go" Filch nudged James into the room, Lily stepped in behind him, "Oh yes, and you're to do it without magic, Dumbledore gave me permission to hold onto your wands while you work"

"But sir, what if there's an emergency of some sort?" a look of worry crossed the girl's face.

"Not to worry Ms. Evans, Slughorn is only three dungeons down should anything happen." Filch took the two wands and with one last sinister look exited the room, closing the door behind him.

"Alright Potter, you start at that end," Lily pointed to the far end of the shelves, "and I'll start at this end, well get this done with as little interaction at possible."

"As you wish," he said marching to his end.

They worked in silence each moving toward the middle of the room, reading labels and placing containers in proper areas. Saved potions were replaced on the shelves and those that were expired thrown into a large bag to be disposed of.

"I wonder if they're going to use this room for something, it's a bit odd that we're to clean out an unused room, usually detentions include cleaning out the used classrooms, or the trophy room" James mused aloud after nearly 2 hours of silence.

"Potter, why are you talking?" said Lily.

"I was only wondering"

"Well keep it to yourself"

He obediently kept his mouth shut and moved onto the next section of shelf.

Lily was the next to break the silence, though she did this reluctantly. "Uh, Potter, this potion is stuck do you think-"

"I could be a gentlemen and help you, you poor weak damsel, to remove the offending jar?" he flashed a cheeky grin.

Lily groaned, "never mind I'm sure no one will notice, I'll just leave it there"

"Nonsense, here," James reached for the jar on the top self only to find that it was thoroughly attached to its spot.

"See? It's fine, just leave it and go back to your side," there was a note of hope in her voice.

"Just reach up here and help me pull," he sounded determined now.

She did as told and took hold of the jar with him, "We'll give it a yank on three"

"One…Two…THREE"

They both pulled hard, the jar came loose tilting sideways. Lily screamed, James swore, the syrup-like substance that had filled the jar poured out over their out stretched arms, the jar had had no lid.

A/N: That seems like a good place to wrap this chapter up, you should review! Especially if I am expected to continue posting the story. The chapters get longer I promise.