Fragments Of Unconnected Conversations
A collection of Lily's and James' One-shots by MorningDawn and shyangell
Summary: Lily. The Marauders. Two separate worlds. Read trough the conversations and a bunch of funny situations as James and Lily come closer and closer.
Pairing: James/Lily
DISCLAIMER: All the fictional characters appearing in this fanfiction story are not mine, they're J.; and they are being used with the only purpose of personal entertaiment.
The world has gone mad
The much awaited first of September had finally come. And as every 1st of September for the last seven years, Lily Evans was heading to King's Cross Station to take the Hogwarts Express. The only difference was that this time Lily entered the 9¾ platform as the Head Girl.
She had spent half of the summer wondering who was possibly going to be the Head Boy in turn. It was probably Remus (another Gryffindor prefect), she hoped. Maybe it was going to be Edgar Bones, she liked the Ravenclaw prefect well enough; or that Hufflepuff prefect maybe, Dearborn, Caradoc by name. At least that was her guess. Little could she imagine who really the Head Boy was when she headed to the prefects compartment.
Remus and Potter were friendly chatting while sitting in the prefects' compartment. Remus had the usual small badge on his chest that showed a shiny P (prefect) and Potter had two badges hanging form his school robes, both as shiny. One had engraved the letters GQC (Gryffindor Quidditch Captain) and the other had the letters HB (Head Boy).
Yes, James Potter, the biggest prankster in Hogwarts along with his friends Sirius, Peter and Remus (yes, Remus did pull pranks on people, even if he was a prefect), had been made Head Boy. People had lifted their eyebrows when Remus was made Prefect, because he was a Marauder after all, but in the end he only happened to be the face of respectability of the infamous gang. They were no words for the bewilderment after James' appointment. It was too much of a surprise for absolutely everybody (when Sirius had found about out he couldn't help from laughing and proclaimed that Dumbledore needed to retire if he thought someone like Jamesie could be Head Boy).
The two boys were talking about quidditch when the door swung open and entered none other than Lily Evans, the girl of James dreams, along with Trimble, a Hufflepuf prefect. Her face went flush with rage at the sight of Potter in the sacrosanct space of the prefects' compartment. The fact that she proclaimed to hate him was well known by everyone.
She took a deep breath and tried not to yell at him because he had obviously done nothing, yet (yes, yet was the key word).
- What are you doing here Potter? - she asked sternly. Remus bite back laugh as James struggled to form a coherent sentence. - I think that Remus would appreciate having his badge back. - she said pointing first at the Head Boy badge from James chest and then to Remus. The sandy haired prefect just mentioned lost it then and burst out laughing. Lily shot him a deadly glare and ignored him. - Now Potter!
- But, eh... Lily… you see, it turns out that, eh… - James was brusquely cut by Lily.
- Now!
- I'm the Head Boy - said quickly, almost in a word. Remus was inches away of falling from his seat and rolling on the floor.
- It's impossible. - she stated plainly, not yelling any more, but with the conviction only Lily Evans could bring to a statement.
- No it's not Lily. - said Remus trying not to laugh.- the badge it's not mine! - and pointing to his own. - I'm still a prefect.
Lily's jaw felt. She couldn't believe her eyes. James Potter. James I'm-the-King-of-Hogwarts Potter was Head Boy. That was just IMPOSSIBLE.
- Yeah, I couldn't believe it either when he told me. I (we in fact) still wonder what had Dumbledore been drinking when he took the fatal decision. - said Remus when he saw her face, earning himself a punch in the arm and loud Hey form his best mate.
Lily entered and seated in front of them, still in awe. She just sat there, spacing off for a good ten minutes, thinking that the world had gone just mad.