Changed Chapter 1, a harry potter fanfic

*Sorry all you Percabeth fans, I'm writing this for Harry Potter. As soon as I finish, though, I'm posting another story (Percabeth, of course), so don't worry. :)

This story is during Lily and James' time at Hogwarts with Lupin, Sirius and Pettegrew. It tells how James went from the school's bad boy hottie to a sweetheart so he could get Lily to love him and . . . well, not hate his guts for him always torturing Snape. Slight Lily/Severus.

Disclaimer: I own nothing of J.K. Rowling's. I just love it. :)*

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*Chapter 1*

(James's 3rd person POV)

"You're in for it this time, Potter," Professor McGonagall said sharply, putting her hands down on her desk. But James Potter was only half listening. He was sitting in his chair in front of McGonagall's desk thinking of the red headed girl he had seen today, the girl that had lashed out at him for using the levicorpus spell on Severus Snape. That, of course, was why he was here. Professor McGonagall had just happened to walk by and see Snape hanging in the air by the ankle.

"Well? Do you have anything to say for yourself?" McGonagall said.

"Yeah, that next time I'll try not to get caught," James snickered.

"Potter, you-ah, Headmaster."

James turned, and Dumbledore was strolling torward them, his spectacles on his crooked nose and his midnight blue robes trailing behind him as he walked.

Oh blimey, I'm dead, James thought.

"Minerva, I am afraid this time you will have to let Mr. Potter go with a warning. I have more important matters to discuss with you."

McGonagall glowered at James. "Yes, Headmaster. Potter, you are free to go. Consider yourself lucky."

"Yes, Professor," James muttered, and headed for the door. Once he was out he was immediatly surrounded by his friends.

"Bloody Hell, James. I thought you were going to get expelled!" Sirius said, clapping him on the back.

"I almost was, but Dumbledore let me go," James mumbled.

Lupin sighed. "Let's not do it again, alright? I can't keep letting you off. I'm a prefect."

Sirius grinned. "Aww, come on, Moony. You just keep letting us get away with stuff cause you know it's funny."

Lupin rolled his eyes.

"What's wrong, James?" Pettegrew asked quietly, out of earshot of Sirius and Lupin.

"Nothing, Wormtail. Just thinking," James muttered. "Blimey!" he suddenly said, as a girl ran smack into him. She had been looking down at her Potions notes, not paying attention to where she was going. She fell down, her notes spilling out all around her.

James stopped. It was her. The redheaded girl, Snape's best friend. Lily Evans.

"Come on, James, or Professor Flitwick'll think we're skipping again," Sirius said.

Ignoring him, James asked, "Are you alright, Lily?"

Lily started to say something, then she saw it was James, and her face went cold. "I'm fine. Get away from me."

"See you, James," Sirius called, him and Lupin sprinting off to class with Pettegrew running after them.

"Go to class. I don't need your help," Lily snapped, gathering up her notes.

Silently, he helped her, then stood and handed the papers back to her.

"Thank you," she said frostily, and walked around him to go to Defense Against the Dark Arts.

"Why are you friends with him?" James suddenly asked.

Lily stopped and looked back in suprise. "With who?"

"Snivellus. Why are you friends with that guy? He's got alot coming for him, he does."

Lily's eyes narrowed. "I'm best friends with him. His name is Severus, not Snivellus. And don't think I'll forget what you did to him today. You're a snobby, selfish prat, James Potter!" She turned on her heel and stalked away, her red hair bouncing furiously as she walked.

James stared after her. He was, of course, pure-blood. He was rich, smart, funny, handsome. The most popular boy in school. He was well known for his sense of humor and cheeking off to the other teachers. But no one had had the courage to say to him what Lily did. She was . . . different. Sweet, kind, funny, caring.

But why did James care? He could have any girl in the school. He'd snogged alot of them, anyway. So why did he suddenly care about one girl's opinion of him?

. . . . . .

(Lily's 3rd person POV)

Lily was still fuming in Defense Against the Dark Arts. She wasn't paying attention to the professor, for once, and she was thinking of what James had said to her earlier.

James Potter was the 'it' boy of the school, and all because he was pure-blood.

She, Lily, was muggle born. Her sister Petunia still thought she was a freak. Her parents tried not to wince everytime she told them about Hogwarts. It was hard for Lily to think that her parents and sister thought of her as a freak because she was a witch, but she knew it was true. She wasn't a bad student, though. On her O.W.L.s she got eight Outstandings. To her, it didn't matter if you were muggle born or pure blood.

But apparently to Potter, Lily thought crossly, being pure blood means he can automatically be a jerk and think he can get away with it.

"Evans! Are you paying attention back there?" Professor Boggles said. Everyone turned to look back at her.

"Yes, Professor."

"Stay focused, Miss Evans. Now, what is the difference between a werewolf and an animagus?"

(A/N: I know this is from the third Harry Potter book, but I just needed something for the teacher to ask. :D)

"A werewolf changes only on the full moon, and when it does it doesn't remember anything or anyone. He would kill his best friend and not even realize it. An animagus is someone that chooses to transform at anytime."

Someone wolf-whistled.

Professor Boggles nodded. "Quiet, Lucius. No whistling in my class. Thank you, Lily. Now, please turn to page fifty eight in your books. A man who is bitten by a werewolf shall be turned into a werewolf . . ."

Lily tuned out after that, only half paying attention. She couldn't wait to get to Potions; it was the one subject she was best at. It also helped clear her mind.