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A/N: This is my first fanfic so any reviews would be great. Thanks Padfoot4President


For Your Eyes Only

Chapter 1

The sun's rays beat down on the perfectly manicured lawn, reflecting off the rippling water of the adjacent lake, though nothing could be seen below its surface. Four boys, in their mid-teens, lay at the edge of the water and it being the end of their exams they had nothing better to do then lie around. Though they were firm friends, they were all different. One of them, the smallest, fidgeted in the sunlight, waiting for a large, nimbus cloud to cover the sun so that he wouldn't burn in the intense heat as he watched the two boys to his right making jokes at each other but feeling left out of the group, as usual. He'd dare not leave though, for he had nowhere else to go, and friends didn't come easily to him, especially at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Another boy lay further away from the rest of the others, seemingly to isolate himself from the rest. He did not want to be disturbed whilst he was reading, one of his many pet-hates (Being disturbed that is; not reading). He peered over the rim of his book at the two other boys lying next to each other. One had longish dark hair and was laughing manically, a sort of bark rather then a laugh, whilst the other was making facial expressions in a mad attempt to be funny. He thought the boy looked like he was havening a seizure.

'Those two will never learn the meaning of self control,' he muttered to himself.

'What'd you say Moony?'

'Nothing Padfoot,' replied Remus, with just a hint of innocence in his voice.

'You better not have, or I'll sick Wormtail on you,' joked Sirius nodding in the smaller boys' direction.

'Wormtail couldn't harm a pillow let alone a werewolf,' proclaimed James, whilst getting up. He seemed lost in thought as he got up, looking at something he saw near the entrance to the Great Hall. He went off in that direction, unbeknown to his friends. Sirius was too busy bellowing and rolling on the floor like an overexcited puppy to notice. Remus seemed displeased by how easily they threw around his secret.

'Hey, keep my werewolf business on the down-low,' Remus hissed, 'Last thing we need is for my 'little hairy problem' to be known to the whole school.'

'Don't get your dress robes in a twist, nobody knows, Moony. Though that slimy git, Snivellus has been keeping an awful close eye on you,' Sirius replied, in a mocking manner. Remus did not even bother to look up from his book.

'Maybe he has a crush on you?' Sirius added smugly. Peter shrilled with laughter, scaring some birds out of the nearby beech tree.

'Well,' Remus answered smartly, choosing his words carefully, 'If he did, it would be one more person than you Sirius Black.' Sirius pointed to his chest and appeared shocked; it quickly changed into a sly grimace. Sirius was never the one to take things too seriously, especially comments on his love-life. Everyone knew that Sirius Black was the most handsome boy in the school, and if they didn't...the Marauders would have a few words with them.

'Ha! You can have him,' said Sirius loudly, 'I'd rather be married to Dumbledore's wrinkly, left arse-cheek then have Snivelly confessing his love for me.' At this remark Sirius puckered his lips and kissed the air. It had the desired effect. Peter rolled on the floor seemingly breathless and Remus looked down at his book again. He hated their childish games.

Just at that moment a loud bang came from the Great Hall. In front two boys faced each other; wands raised and were surrounded by a large gathering of people.

Wonder what's going on there? Remus turned to ask James if he had seen who it was when he realised James wasn't there.

Oh no, not this again! He threw his book down and removed his wand from his back pocket. He ran off towards the crowd, followed closely by Sirius who had, for once, a worried look on his face. Peter tried to catch up but his short legs couldn't go as fast as Sirius' long strides. When they all finally reached the crowd one boy was on the ground while the other stood over him, laughing like a megalomaniac. They weren't surprised by what they saw though. After all, it had happened the day before.


'C'mon Snivellus, fight like a man,' teased James at the boy lying on the ground. He was barely able to move his body and he couldn't budge one of his legs.

'If you're a man, Potter, I'd rather be a Mudblood,' answered Snape coolly.

'Expelliarmus!'

Snape's wand flew out of his hand, at the feet of a small First-year.

'If I was in your position, you greasy-nosed twat, I wouldn't be making stupid comments like that. Now you don't make me embarrass you again, do you Snivelly?' said James coldly. His blood pumped through his body at an astounding rate. His whole body told him to finish him off.

'One more word out of your filthy mouth and I'll have you cursed till the Hippogriffs come home,' James remarked intently, keeping his eyes on Snape the whole time, waiting for him to move. He noticed Snape had something in his hand, a piece of parchment that looked quite familiar. Then it hit him, it was his letters that he had written for Lily.

How could he have it though? It can't be it, it can't… James was panicking. While he was thinking it over he didn't notice the crowd hush as a lone figure came up behind James. Snape apparently didn't notice it either as he made several, unsuccessfully feeble attempts to get up. James waited for Snape to speak, to defend himself. Snape opened his mouth; James tightened his grip on his wand.

'What's all this?!' came the reply, but instead of his slimy, conniving voice, booming words came, words sounding like they had been shouted from the top of Gryffindor Tower. But it had not come from Snape's mouth. Instead, it came from behind James, just as a long shadow cast over his smaller one.

'James Potter! 50 points from Gryffindor! My office! Now!' yelled the voice rather impatiently but, surprisingly, with a hint of pleasure hidden within.

'But Prof-' James began as he turned to face the Potions master but was interrupted.

'No buts, Mr Potter, or I will see to it that Gryffindor will no longer have a Seeker,' Professor Slughorn answered meekly. He was enjoying himself.

'Yes, Professor Slughorn,' replied James, not willing to risk his Quidditch career. It was all he had aside from looking after Remus during the full moon…and Lily of course, not that he actually 'had' her, and well it was all very complicated. He looked into the crowd and a pang of horrid fear fell upon his face. It was not because of the short Slytherin-Head leading him to the dungeons for punishment, nor because of the aghast look on his friends faces, dishevelled by the fact that he had been caught, but instead, the sight of Lily Evans, utter disappointment in her vivid, green eyes, a look he never wanted to see from her again. He bowed his head in dismay.

'I'm sorry Evans,' he muttered solemnly to himself. She seemed to know what he said over the crowd's babble, as if she could read his mind.

I'm sorry too, James... Thought Lily. She turned away without looking back. James thoughts strayed from her to the parchment.

I can't let those notes get out or my life will be ruined! He went as pale as Nearly-Headless Nick as he was marched deeper and deeper under the surface of the school, stopping in front of a pair of oak wood doors, staring at the floor. He hadn't been this nervous since his first Quidditch match.

I'm really in for it this time...