Do I Love You, James Potter?
A/N: Here we go! The first chapter of my beloved, planned-out story!
Before we start,
Disclaimer: JKRowlingrock star. Everything Harry Potter belongs to JKR.
Here we go!
I Can't Help Walking Into You
The afternoon should have been perfect; sitting around the beech tree near the lake, no exams, no Snape. However, James Potter found a reason to sigh.
His three friends looked at each other, seeing who was going to ask him why he was miserable.
Sirius, who was lying on his side, casually waving his wand at a leaf making it change colours, put up his hands and mouthed, not me.
Remus frowned and looked at Peter, who was now feigning sleep at his gaze. Knowing neither Sirius nor Peter would give in, Remus returned James's sigh and uttered the question.
"What's wrong James?" Remus rested his head on the back of the tree, preparing himself for a long whine from James. Now, it wasn't like James was an avid whiner like moaning Myrtle; it was just that he had a tendency to whinge when it came to a certain girl.
James finished biting his index finger nail, looked at Remus and started.
"Mate, if all the magic and knowledge in the world was bestowed on me, I'd still be an arrogant toerag." He finished his statement in a rather highly pitched voice, perhaps trying to sound like a girl.
"Prongs, maybe you two just don't…suit each other? I mean she doesn't, well, despise you…" Remus muttered, trying to be supportive.
Sirius, who was now finished with his leaf, spoke up.
"No, Remus, she just loathes, detests, scorns, hates and derives him. That's all." he laughed.
James and Remus stared at him.
"What?" Sirius said, "I for one think that was marvellously funny."
"Dude, did you swallow a dictionary this morning?" James inquired, forgetting about his troubles for a minute.
"That would be a thesaurus, James." Remus pointed out.
As his friends rambled on about Sirius's sudden spurt of vocabulary, Peter noticed a certain redhead walk out of the castle towards the lake.
Lily Evans didn't seem to merely walk though; she glided gracefully as if the path was made of clouds, not uneven mouldy stones. Her hair was gathered into a loose bundle at the back of her neck, with a few strands falling into her face as she came down the path. Even from where Peter was lying, you could see the faint flicker of sparkling green in her eyes. She was talking animatedly to her best friend, Judence Morr.
"…the quidditch match on Saturday? It's your first as captain, aye Jamesy?" Sirius's jibes interrupted Peter's thoughts.
"Yes, have you had enough practice yet?" Remus asked.
James stood up, smiling wickedly, "Guys; would the manly, masculine, marauder James Potter let a bunch of slivering Slytherins take home the first match of the season?"
"No, but the manly, masculine, marauder James Potter has a detention in two minutes that arriving late may end in his head being blown off." chuckled Remus.
A look of alarm spread over James's face, "Oh, shit!" Within seconds, he'd grabbed his stuff and was sprinting into the castle, robes flying and hair tousled in the wind.
Sirius snorted as James nearly ran into Lily Potter who dropped her books in fright. The marauders watched on as James stumbled over himself and tousled his hair.
"Oh, Lily! I'm so sorry! Let me-" James started to try and pick up her things.
"James Potter apologising?" Judence looked shocked.
"No! No. Just- go!" Lily spat at him, trying to gather her parchment from the ground in one hand, and holding her remaining books in the other.
It was now that Sirius decided to lighten the moment.
"And it looks like, yes, James Potter has managed to piss Lily Evans off even more. He's going for a conversation," Sirius said in a mock commentators voice as James opened his mouth to Lily, "and ohh! That's the hand up to his face folks! Ten points to Evans as Potter tries to even the score by," James tried to talk to Judence, "distracting Evan's team mates! Wrong move, and do I believe that's a…oh I never knew Evan's mouth could say such a foul word! My, my folks, it seems to be an interesting match today!"
Whilst Peter was wetting himself and Remus cracking a smile, poor James had remembered about his detention, which he was now more than five minutes late for.
"It seems Potters ending the game; he goes for a side-step and OHH! RIGHT INTO THE TREE!!" Sirius now couldn't talk any further for hysterical laughing.
James, it seemed, had tried to run around the mess he had created to get to detention, and gone smack bang into a tree next to the pathway.
Remus got up and walked over quickly to James.
"You, uh, alright man?" Remus said carefully, as he offered a hand.
James spat out bark and glared at Remus.
"Fan-freaking-tastic." James stood up slowly.
Lily, now had finished gathering her things, raised an eyebrow at James and Remus.
"Lily." Remus said softly, trying not to laugh.
"Ah…" Lily nodded, her mouth forming a slight O and then walked off with her friend, who was, like Peter, in hysterics.
Sirius jogged over, tears streaming down his face.
"Smooth move." he cackled.
Leaving Peter on the grounds, James, Sirius and Remus walked to the detention.
"Professor Macolmby; James, had an, uh, accident on the way here," Remus said as the professor looked at James disbelievingly, and Sirius went into another round of hysterics.
"So I see. However, that doesn't explain why you and Mr Black here," Malcolmby eyed Sirius, who was trying to gain composure, "have graced me with your presence."
"Well-" Sirius began,
"Nevermind. In this case, the more, the merrier. And, if I recall correctly, Mr Black is often Mr Potter's partner in crime and you, Mr Lupin, involve yourself with their antics. Come." Malcolmby led the boys to the Great Hall.
James, attempting to stop the blood flow from his nose by pinching it, and Sirius followed grudgingly, whilst Remus, attempting to restore his reputation in his Ancient History professor's eyes, hurried along beside the professor.
The professor stopped abruptly, causing James to walk into Remus and bump his nose.
"Nyahhh…" he whimpered softly, trying to avoid the professor's gaze.
"I assume you boys know the event being held here in two night's time. The Silver Moon Annual Ball? Even though now, it more of a rave," Macolmby said the word in distaste, "than a proper event. However, preparations must still be done. I believe the house elves deserve a break for once, don't you?"
"…yes Sir." the boys sighed, knowing where this was going.
"So, the next two days, I don't want to see anything but you three moving your little wands in here. Decorate. Conjure. Be innovative." Malcolmby began to walk away, then turned around with a smile on his pasty face.
"Starting now, boys."