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LILY'S POV

I cautiously make my down the hallway and made sure to create loud pounding noises on the walls and floor using my feet and hands. Petunia will be opening the door and craning her large giraffe neck while simultaneously shrieking like a banshee on her menstrual period in…five…four…three…two…one.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING, FREAK? I'M TRYING TO GET MY BEAUTY REST!" She shrieked loudly once she managed to get that ruler of a neck from behind the door. Once she finished she looked me up and down and I mouthed what she was saying while she said it.

"Well, obviously, you didn't get any." She glared at me when she saw I had my hands on my hips and mouthing her every word in perfect imitation.

"Oh, I'm sure I'd certainly get more than you on any day. Mostly because even if you slept for twenty years straight you still wouldn't be beautiful." I shot back. Suddenly I felt the urge to snap my fingers in a circled formation…but I refrained.

"On the contraire, you freak. If you call that atrocity of hair "beautiful" then I feel sorry to inform you that you are sorely mistaken." She preened her teeth and the only thing keeping me from laughing at the image of my sister suddenly becoming a blonde haired horse was the rage building up inside me. She can insult my clothing or eyes all she wants but my hair…how dare she?

Petunia knew she had pushed the limit and she stood there arrogantly with a smug expression on her face. I felt my rage cloud my reason and I narrowed my eyes and concentrated on making Petunia pay somehow. Slowly but surely Petunia's self satisfied face turned into the furry and admittedly adorable face of…a donkey. Yes, that's right. I had turned her into an arse. Although I might not have had to change much…

The immense self-satisfied smile clouding my face turned into a frown of fright when I saw Petunia the arse narrow her eyes in anger and raise her front feet in approach. I quickly started backing slowly when I realized Petunia was looking ready to practically trample me to death.

"Now, now, Petunia. I'm sure we can work this out somehow. Just calm down and we'll sit down and talk this all over…Come on, Petunia. You don't want to make an arse of yourself…" I chuckled awkwardly at my admittedly very lame joke but stopped abruptly when I saw her nostrils flare and her impending charge. How did she start running in slow motion? Oh…I think that's just me, I thought.

Petunia the Arse ran towards me in slow motion which probably isn't slow motion but a figure of my, frankly, very frightened imagination. Her grey colored legs ran forward with alarming speed and I would've been collided and possibly murdered if I hadn't jumped over the couch and rolled over onto the ground. After a moment of congratulating myself for that Bond worthy move and catching my breath, I cautiously peered over the couch and looked into the pissed off eyes of Petunia the Ass. No one dared to move as I stared into her cold eyes. I felt generally scared as I peered and after a few minutes I formulated a plan in my head. In the very corner of my eyes, I noticed clear path to side of the couch into the kitchen and further into the garden. My plan was to stare a little more at Petunia the Arse and then bolt up and run the bloody hell out through the living room into the kitchen while hoping and praying to Merlin that she doesn't catch up to me in time. Then I shall hide behind something and wing it from there.

Stare, that's all I do for the next few minutes trying to make her tired enough so she doesn't catch up as fast. Then suddenly I jumped up and ran through the living room into the kitchen yelling a strange war cry all the while.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" I yelled and screamed in fright as I run. Hearing the pounding of hoofs behind me, I panicked and turned the small corner and crouched behind the kitchen counter. I heard myself breathing too hard from running and cursed myself for not holding out on my promise to go running every day this summer. No time for that now, I thought. I held my breath and covered my mouth with my hand when I heard the hoofs slow down in confusion and move closer to my destination. I watched with open and wide eyes when Petunia the Arse stopped right in front of me and didn't do anything. Just stood there, and slowly moved her head and gazed right at me seemingly without seeing anything. Confused but relieved, I examined my hands and realised they were invisible! Shocked I stood up, still invisible, and did the Cappage Patch right in front of Petunia. I waited with bated breath as she stared confusedly into space before trotting in a slow pace away from me.

I had had enough revenge for one day and concentrated on changing her back. Slowly, Petunia the Arse's body morphed into the bony skeletal body of her human counterpart. Dreading what would come out of her now that she was in her right body; I tried in vain to keep my invisibility on but failed.

Petunia slowly turned in her five inch heels (how did those get there?) and walked to me steadily. I thought this was worse than marching up to me and slapping me across the face which she still did.

Her hand hit hard against my face and I recoiled in pain and shock. She glared at me with fury and the livid anger. Uh oh.

"HOW DARE YOU?" She shouted as loud as I've ever heard anyone shout including the time I saw Sirius Black scrape his knee falling down a tree…although that was more of a scream.

I stared coolly at her, seemingly unfazed. "I was just teaching you a very valuable lesson."

Her eyes became beads and her chest moved up and down as she huffed and puffed in irritation.

"And what was that?" Somehow her voice became so cold and quiet that I could barely hear. What made it even more frightening was the gust of wind that went past the room as she talked.

"That you can't mess around with me for too long before I'm going to bite back." I said just as coldly.

She started screaming again. "WHAT-"I'll spare you the details.

The fight that commenced was the worst and most vicious fight I'm pretty sure my sister and I will ever have. Here are the stats:

38 occurrences of the rise of voices.

23 cold and quiet voices.

56 guilt trips.

14 slaps.

4 condescending pats on the hair.

58 insults of Lily Evans' hair.

15 stomps on the foot.

27 mentions of a horse

And…0 mentions of magic or "freakish" abilities.

Yes, it's true. Neither of us mentioned magic or any of the sorts during the entire two hour fight we had just participated in. During which an owl from the Ministry was sent to one Ms. Lily Evans. Hoorah. I am in big trouble now. Not just from the Ministry but from my parents. When they heard I had turned my sister into a donkey on my birthday and screamed and shouted at her for two hours straight at 6am at the morning…just thinking about all the trouble I'm gonna get in is giving me a headache.

My trial is on August 29, a couple days before Hogwarts starts. I'm not particularly looking forward to either of those seeing as my wand might be snapped in half. Yay!

I'm still holding out that I'll become Head Girl but I'm not so sure I'll get it. The girl with weird looks, an obsession with her hair, and anything lemon related is probably not going to be leading Hogwarts next year with some pretentious arrogant bloke who doesn't care about anything except that everyone around him should bow down to his greatness. I'm kidding, he's probably not like that, probably just an idiot with no smarts whatsoever and a ton of money so he can buy himself out of any kind of situation.

I'm guessing the Head Boy will be like that but I'm still hoping to Merlin that he isn't because I don't think I can stand another year in the company in the presence of an arrogant idiot.

Here is my list of preferred Head Boys:

Remus Lupin (He's reasonably responsible and we've been good friends since fifth year)

Mark Goldstein (Even though I used to date him in fourth year he still seems to be nice and I'd like to reform the friendship we had before)

Sirius Black (Just kidding, that would be a disaster even if I can kinda say were friends now.)

James Potter.

Yeah, I know. Shocked gasp. James Potter. Here are my reasons for hoping it just might be him…For the past few years he's been the exact replica of Petunia the Arse. He'd hex anyone he wanted, he tortured Severus Snape constantly, he had the head the size of a quaffle, and basically the epitome of an arsehole. Well in my opinion, at least, everyone else was in love with him. But last year, James came back and not only was he way better looking than before, he also had a completely different attitude. Now, I know, James might assume I haven't noticed but when you have an admittedly annoying insect persistently asking you out any chance he can, it's pretty easy to tell if he just suddenly disappears and doesn't talk or even look at you for a whole year. And I feel somewhat…sad and confused.

Confused because James has confessed his love for me many times before and now, suddenly, he's seemed to just stop all of it. The constant asking out, love professing, and basically the talking, it's all stopped. I feel sad because even if I've claimed over the years that James Potter was only an arrogant berk, I lied. Truth is, although James could be incredibly annoying at times, I enjoyed those times with him, probably more than I should and more than I will ever care to admit.

All the arguments and quarrels James and I had had were quite fun to me. These arguments let me sharpen my wit and intelligence and somehow made me feel better about myself, something I feel quite ashamed to admit…Anyway; also those arguments always seemed to make my day normal. Like go to breakfast, go to transfiguration, space out in history of magic, have another pointless debacle with Potter, eat dinner, go to bed, etc. They were just part of my normal agenda and my days seemed empty and blank without them. Plus the arguments always held an odd sense of passion. I always felt the passion pulsing through the both of us whenever we reached the peak of our anger and frustration. And it was…exhilarating like everything and everyone faded away and the only thing left was the two of us trying to win, yet again. Without this feeling, my days were filled with nothing. They were just empty and meaningless. And that fact cannot have confused me more than it already has.

I feel sad because…I miss him. I'm done denying it. I miss his constant pick up lines because I've always found them quite charming and funny. Every time he says something quite ridiculous, I have to force the laugh that is about to emerge down my throat and literally force the corners of my lips down into a frown instead of the smile that's already halfway there. I miss his nervous fidgeting around me and watching him catch his snitch constantly. I love catching him staring at me and I've always found it quite flattering that he even does it the first place. And most of all, I love watching him run his hand through his hair! I might have claimed that I find it obnoxious but it's all I can do not to sigh dreamily when he does it and run my hands through his silky strands to see if they really as soft as I've imagined…

And his pranks are hilarious! Especially the one of the teachers where they could only communicate by dancing…that was very very funny. Plus, he's quite hot…and I always find myself looking at him in lessons…

Wait a minute…what am I talking about? This is James Potter, the bloke who's confessed his love for you year and after year, and now has suddenly ignored since the beginning of sixth year…No, I must not be in my right mind right now. Nope, nope. I don't miss him, at all. I'm just being incredibly delusional.

Anyway, back to the main topic. Which was…what was it? Ah…the Head Boy. Well it's pretty obvious who I want it to be…Sirius Black. I feel that Sirius being my counterpart would make the year way more interesting if some other black haired person was Head Boy…oh piss off! I know what you're thinking.

'Oh poor Lily. She's keeps on trying to convince herself that she's not in love with James Potter. Even though it's pretty obvious she is. And when she finally does realise that she truly is they can get married and have scruffy haired babies for all of eternity.'

Yeah, that's right. I can hear you. Loud and clear. I can also hear you high pitched voice that seems to get higher by each word…

Anyway, I think I just reached the low point of my day…I dropped my last piece of chocolate and I'm too saddened and betrayed to even reach down from my perch on my bed to pick it up.

Oh, life. Doesn't it suck?

I groan when I hear the familiar shrieking and pounding of my glorious and awesome sister. How dare she disturb my precious sleep? She knows I have my ministry hearing today and I need my sleep to stay sharp. But she probably could care less…

My thoughts and moans end when the door of my bedroom slams open and the giraffe like figure of my sister enters my once peaceful bedroom.

"Freak! Wake up!" She screeched as she bent down near my ear to create maximum damage. I screamed loudly and covered my eyes immediately. When I sat up quickly Petunia and I bonked heads and I already felt the coming ons of a massive headache.

"WHAT?" I shrieked in a high pitched voice. I sounded like the stereotypical muggle portrayal of a witch. Oh, Jesus…I'm really am going insane.

She put her hands on her bony hips and said in a haughty and posh voice. "Where is the hair straightener?"

"What?" Did she seriously wake me up to ask where the hair straightener is? She better not have.

"Where. Is. The. Hair. Straightener?" Petunia the Human Arse said in a slow and measured voice like I was three year old who doesn't understand that she can't have the last ice cream.

"I don't know. I know I don't have it. Have you looked everywhere yet?" I said sleepily.

"Yes. Of course I have. Do you really think I would ask you where it is if I haven't looked everywhere else? Huh. You're dumber than I thought." She scoffed and snapped at the same time. Which looked incredibly funny from my point of view because her nose scrunched up and her giraffe neck extended upward. Basically she looked like a combination of a pig and an arrogant flamingo since she was covered in a magenta pink bathrobe.

I screwed up my face and frowned. "Oh ha ha, aren't you just so pleasant?" I said as I rolled, literally, out of bed. I figured it would be easier to deal with my darling sister if I was officially out of bed. No matter how sad it makes me to admit it, it is time to wake up.

I land onto the floor with a great thump and groan loudly from the impact while my sister shrieks and backs away from me. Jesus, you'd think she'd catch some disease if she stands too close to me. And we used to be such good mates, I think sarcastically. I stood up warily and addressed her.

"Where have you looked?"

"I've looked everywhere. Didn't I say that before? Or are you just too stupid to understand?" Petunia sneered while exposing her teeth. Oh, please don't.

"Obviously not as dumb as you. Have you checked under your bed by any chance?" I said with a raised eyebrow. I was just trying to come up with a way of making her leave because I already have a mild headache from being in a four feet radius from her. I never thought I'd say that about my sister. Sadness and exhaustion hit me with a sudden force but I push those feelings away. There's no need to dwell on those emotions when the animosity between us is likely to ever change. Especially when it's so much fun to watch her mouth close and open like a fish when she can't think of anything to say in response to a clever insult.

As I am pondering those gloomy issues Petunia tromps her way back to my room and rudely snaps her fingers in front of my face to regain my attention. I flinched from seeing any of her body parts that close to my face, even if I was a bit dazed when she did it.

"What?" I asked exasperated. Can't she just leave me alone? I haven't even fully woken up yet and she insists on bothering me at 7 in the morning! Talk about inconsiderate.

"Well, excuse you but I know you have you have my blue denim skirt, so hand it over." She stuck her out her hand expecting me to hand it over easily, if I even had it in the first place, which I don't.

"No, excuse you since I would never even think about wearing or stealing something as skanky as something you would wear." I paused and flushed at my rather weak attempt at an insult. Fortunately, Tuney didn't seem to notice as her eyes squinted in confusion and she gaped for a minute. After only a few seconds of a pondering and befuddled expression, her face cleared into a glare and her horse-ish features turned into a sneer. Something, unfortunately, I see quite often.

"Ha ha. I know you have it, so hand. It. Over." She said with a glare. I glared back.

"I don't have your stupid skirt." I said exasperatedly, I just wanted her to go away.

"Fine. If you won't admit it, I'm just gonna have to take my revenge now." And with that, she turned around and headed to my wardrobe where she started rummaging through, throwing things in the air and muttering words like "too long." She said that quote particularly when she came across this one skirt she gave me for Christmas in third year. It was pink, pleated, and stopped three inches below my Chamber of Secrets. If she thought that was "too long" I shudder to think of what the perfect length to her is or what is "too short." Although I doubt anything is too short for her…

"What do you think you're doing?" I snapped; my patience has run thin.

"Since you can't seem to get over your denial concerning my skirt, I'm just gonna have to borrow one of yours. I can't waste time trying to make you hand it over since I'm going out with Vernon. Unlike you."

"Why would I want go out with Vernon Dursley?" I asked incredulously.

"No…I meant…that…date….I….have…a…piss off!" She finally snapped after incoherently babbling for a few moments. I smiled in satisfaction, it's always fun to watch her babble like a two month old baby and know at the same time that I'm the one that caused her to be off guard in the first place.

She turned back toward my wardrobe but this time I let her do what she wanted. Tuney would probably just pick something that I'd never wear. And then, in this instance, I'll get rid of an item of clothing that I would've gotten rid of anyway.

So when she finally emerged from the pile of clothing residing on the floor with a high pitched screech of glee, I felt oddly comforted that I might just have one less atrocious piece of clothing gone by the end of the day.

But when I saw what she had picked all of those feeling slowly evaporated and I was left with the odd, but certainly not foreign, feeling of strangling dearest sissy till she relinquished her hold on that sacred fabric.

"Yes! I've found it! Wow, I never thought that a freak like you would have the fashion sense to own this marvelous skirt." She said enthusiastically and if I wasn't too busy picturing my fingers closing around her throat I would've realized that was probably the nicest thing she's said to me in six years. Unfortunately, I was too enthralled by the image in my head.

What did she plan to steal from me, you might ask? It was a skirt, if you can even call it that. It was red pleather and is the perfect imitation of what Petunia for a quiet afternoon at home. It was bright, stretchy, and squeaked when you move; although moving in that skirt is considered a challenge since it's so tight it's hard to even walk two feet without tripping somehow. It ends at the very edge of your arse and bending down is a problem in itself.

With all that said, it seems quite impossible that I wouldn't want my sister to wear it since I'm not the biggest fan of skirts that don't reach the end of your bum but…James gave it to me. As a joke, of course, after he started avoiding me. At least, I think it was him. I got it for Christmas and the package didn't have a name for it. But I'm guessing he gave it to me from an earlier conversation I had with him. Sirius had said that I was too much of a prude to ever wear a skirt shorter than my knee. Which is utterly preposterous since my uniform skirt is shorter than that! So when I inevitably marched away from Black in a rage, James ran to catch up with me and apologized for Black's prattish behavior. At that moment, I didn't care what Black did or said since I was momentarily dazed from the fact that James was finally saying more than a mumbled hi after a whole six months. So I didn't quite hear what James said for a full minute except for the last sentence of his ramble.

"And even though, Pad-um…Sirius was downright rude to say that to you, I still say that I would love to see you wear a short, red pleather skirt." He stopped talking and continued walking with a daze in his eyes.

I stopped walking. Did he really say that? Could this mean what I think it means? But I never got to know if it does or if my brief insanity caused me to hallucinate because he flashed me a sparkling and dashing smile before walking away. And with that, I stood in a stunned state from his smile and the way the light caught his face before he walked away. That and he looked really good in a button down. Anyway, with all that running through my mind his last sentence disappeared into the depths of my selective memory. Until Christmas, that is. Everything came back to me that day. And the next day, I even wore it to breakfast to see what James' reaction would be. Let me just say, I've never seen such a lustful expression on a bloke's face for…two seconds. After those two sinful seconds, his face merely changed back to the same calm expression he wears every day. That fact left me slightly disappointed until Marlene pointed out that he glanced back at me every two minutes. I didn't quite believe her but I secretly hoped she was right.

And with all those memories, how could I willingly let Petunia have it? That's right, I couldn't. And with that in mind, I told her my mind.

"No. You will not have that skirt!" I shouted, irritated. How dare she try to steal it from me?

She glared at me. "What?"

"Are you deaf? I said, No. You. Will. Not. Have. That. Skirt." I finalized with a massive glare.

She backed off a little at the glare on my face but still held onto the skirt with steady fingers.

"Well too bad. I'm going to go change." She said with her nose in the air like she's better than me. Yeah, right. I stopped her before she could get to my door.

"Absolutely not! Come on, Tuney, hand over the skirt." I said quite politely but sternly considering the circumstances.

"No." She glared at me after the worst one syllable word in the English language.

I suddenly came up with an idea I saw in a muggle movie. "Hey, look, a flying monkey!" I shouted with my finger pointed to the window.

Despite being a self-proclaimed genius Petunia dropped the skirt and ran to the window. With a startled gasp, she continued to stare out the window after seeing no flying monkey. I ignored her and picked up the skirt, cuddling it to my chest. I was so elated to have my prized possession back that I immediately changed into it, not paying any mind to the fact my sister was in the room. The skirt squealed in welcome and I murmured a thank you in response while distantly petting it in admiration. Until I heard a mumbled three syllable "DAAAAMN" come out of Petunia's mouth. Intrigued, I walked over and gaped at the sight I saw. Oh my gods.

Hot bloke on our front lawn. Scratch that. Incredibly hot bloke on our front lawn. Pacing on our front lawn. Stretching his long legs and pacing on our front lawn. Rubbing his hands in his untidy black hair and stretching his arms up so that his muscles ripple in response. Daaamn, is right. He's a Greek goddess. Wait a minute…untidy black hair? There's only one person with messy black hair like that…

I didn't manage to stop myself from mumbling exactly what I was thinking. "Hey, I think I know him…"

Petunia's head spun around. "Know him? How can you know him? He's way too normal and gorgeous to know you! Pfft." She scoffed.

Well I'll show her, I thought while tying my oversized t-shirt with a rubber band and making it as tight as possible across my torso. I took the ponytail out of my red hair and messed it with my fingers, achieving a sexy bed head look effortlessly.

Petunia snapped her fingers while I was applying red lipstick and framing my green eyes with black eyeliner. I looked back at her a moment before concentrating again.

"I have an idea. I'm going to go talk to him. Convince him of my womanly wiles." She proclaimed with a sure nod before getting up and leaving. I was basically done with everything so I followed her. I tried stopping her but she just kept walking. I stifled the laugh about to emerge as I realized she was only wearing her knickers and a vest.

"What about Vernon?" I asked intentionally forgetting about her current state of dress. Her walking was stilted but after a mere moment of pause she continued her journey. Damn, I thought that would stop her. Oh well, this will only make things more enjoyable.

Instead of stomping like usual, Petunia tip-toed in a weak attempt to look graceful to the door and opened it quietly before slipping through. I skulked past the door too and crept in the morning shadows and observed this marvelous human. Yes, I was right.

"Petunia Evans. Pleased to make your acquaintance. And you are?" Petunia said before getting to him. He stopped pacing, turned around while immediately his hand jumped to his hair again. I stifled a gasp at seeing the muscles up close. He had gotten taller and his skin turned a sizzling tanned olive color. His hazel eyes twinkled confusedly from behind the glasses that lay crookedly across his nose. He wore a short sleeved shirt that creeped up when his arm reached up to tousle his hair, revealing a hard, tanned, and muscled stomach. This particular abs I have fantasized about numerously ever since I saw them in fifth year after Gryffindor qudditch match win, now they're even better than before. And now I was ten feet away from them behind a bush…I shook my head before I did something irrational.

He seemed to be completely confused as to why a half naked girl seemed to be in front of him. And why she looked like she had just been fed chocolate covered strawberries by a bloke the mix of Orlando Bloom and Johnny Depp while Fabio scooped her into his arms and carried her into the sunset. Because that's what she looked like. Dear Merlin.

"Uh…James. James Potter." His melodic deep voice sounded as he stumbled over his words in confusion.

Petunia paused mid-gawk and giggled. "Well James, James Bond. I'm Petunia Evans." She stuck her hand out.

He tilted his head in wonder. "It's James Potter; actually…You're Lily's sister, then?" James said with a sudden terseness and ignored her hand. He had heard about my relationship with Petunia.

Petunia scowled darkly and I bit back a laugh. "Yes. You know Lily?" She said with narrowed eyes.

James smiled brightly and Petunia's eyes glazed over. "Yeah! We go to the same school together! We're like best friends." He said with an air of confidence. I decided this was the time to reveal myself. With a final toss of my hair, I stepped behind the bush with my red pleather skirt.

His eyes widened comically and traveled over my body. I smirked in satisfaction and walked over suavely to his current place. James' mouth gaped open as he watched me slink over to his side.

"I don't think we're quite best friends with what happened last night and all." I said with a seductive and flirty smile planted across my ruby lips and the smile only widened when I saw his Adam's apple bob noticeably.

"Lily. Wow…you look…amazing. Wait what did you say before?" He said faintly.

I stood closely to him and saw out of the corner of my eye the outraged expression on Petunia's face. I leaned up onto my tip-toes and whispered into his ear.

"I said, I don't think I've ever seen you quite as handsome as you are right now." True, it wasn't what I had said but it was worth lying when I saw the thunder residing on Tuney's face. Also, seeing James Potter blush was quite enjoyable and adorable.

Knowing I had done what I wished successfully, I glanced at Petunia again before stepping a few steps away from James. No need to give him a heart attack so early in his life. Observing him quietly I saw him close his eyes and take a few deep breaths before opening them again and reclaiming the calm he's famous for.

"Lily. I never thought I ever see you wear that skirt again." He said with a smirk before ogling me again.

"I wanted to have a fresh start this morning and thought what better than a red stretchy skirt that doesn't reach the end of my bum."

I swear I heard him mumble, "And thank god for that" before he looked up again.

"And is that what you're wearing to the Ministry today? Well I suppose it is a good tactic, all the men won't dare vote you guilty just by what you're wearing. But…then I suppose the women will vote guilty in jealousy…" James said with a continuous mumble at the end.

"Well thank you but that wasn't quite my intention." I said with a smile. Isn't he so smart?

Suddenly, in my love struck daze, I heard Petunia clear her throat angrily next to me.

"Oh, James, sweetie. This is my sister, Petunia. I believe you met her before." I said with a smirk when I saw James shift uncomfortably.

"Yeah…" He mumbled with his head down.

"Yes, we've met. Excuse me while I vomit the rest of my toast." Petunia said with a glare at me before walking away with a noticeable stomp in her step.

I smirked again and James stared after her in confusion. "Did I do something to her?" He questioned.

"No. She's just naturally irritable about everyone." I said cheerfully.

He shrugged. "So are you actually going to wear that to your court hearing?"

"Oh, no. I'm actually going to change right now. How do you know about that? And why are you here in the first place?" I asked.

James looked right at me and responded. "My dad is the head of the Department of Law Enforcement, I hear these sorts of things easily. And why I'm here is Dumbledore sent me to escort you to the Ministry. He couldn't come himself so he asked me." I nodded and felt myself relieved for some reason.

"Okay. Well, I'm just gonna go upstairs and change, you can come in and hang around for a while." I suggested with a sudden hope rising.

He nodded and followed me back to the house. Knowing of his eyes glued to my back, I climbed up the stairs and ran to my room once I knew I was out his line of sight. Tearing off my shirt and wiggling out the skirt, I put on a green silk blouse and slipped into a gray pencil skirt with black stilettos, might as well look professional.

With my wand I wiped off the makeup, and applied blush, lip balm, and a subtle hint of mascara. There, perfect, just the right amount of hotness mixed with mature.

I walked out of my room and down the stairs with a quiet calm, I entered the living room where James was sprawled across the couch with a peacefulness surrounding his entire being.

He had his eyes closed so I touched the tip of his nose with my finger and watched his eyes fly open at the subtle touch. I smiled at his reaction.

"Come on. Shouldn't we be going? We only have an hour till the actual hearing." I said shyly for some reason.

He nodded and took my hand gently when I reached for the floo powder. I stared at his hand in mine and realised quickly. Side-along apparition.

And so, with tightly enclosed hands, we disappeared into thin air and arrived into a dank, muggle street walking into the sunlight with our hands still joined together warmly.

Next Chapter: the ministry, the hearing, and a mysterious occurrence.