Summary: Throughout his teenage years, Harry was not told everything about his mother and father.

Disclaimer: Even if I did own something, would you even believe me?

Authors Note: This is going somewhere, I promise.

The world had become a daze, one that could not be defined. A whirlwind of voices that sounded distant and on some kind of ramble, though they were right next to him. Other noises, perhaps he was in class at the moment, but it failed to register as something of a concern to him at the moment.

It wasn't very clear.

" James!" the sound of his own name jolted him out of whatever trance he had been in, though it was likely because it sounded as though it was not the first time that angry voice tried to get his attention using his name.

His eyes opened, though the blurs of color and light before him matched the ones that were just in his mind only moments ago. However, once his glasses returned to the bridge of his nose, at least one aspect became clear.

Recognizing his surroundings as the potions classroom without looking, same with the deathly glare of Lily Evans, only inches in front of him with a look that could have straightened even his hair.

" So nice of you to join us" she muttered, her disgruntled tone dripping with sarcasm. Her gaze returned to the cauldron in between them. Other partnered students around the classroom were doing the same as Professor Slughorn walked about, delivering his over exaggerated compliments to...well, anyone.

James blinked a few times, attempting to read the book pinned under his elbows. Lily watched and groaned in disgust as she emptied a small vile into the cauldron. He was use to it, everything he did bothered her. Even when he did nothing at all, like now. Though usually it was something that did require such an opinion.

" Do you think you could trouble yourself as to hand me the beetle eggs?"

Just then, a piece of rolled up parchment paper landed with a soft thud in his hair before dropping into his lap. He looked over in the direction of its departure, to see Sirius, his best friend, laughing silently at his expense. He, too, was ignoring Severus, his partner, just as James was with LIly (though likely for reasons that were not as sour). Slughorn was no fool, their threesome (sometimes foursome) had been separated weeks ago- in every class. It was out of fear that the entire castle would come crashing down before they would even finish breakfast.

Carefully, he unfolded the paper, and as he pulled away the last bend, the room filled with the wall shaking sound of traditional wedding bells from a church that mind as well have been in the next classroom with that echo. James quickly re-crumpled the sheet, silencing the noise that had all widened eyes in the room on him. He chucked the ball back to Sirius, whi had nearly fallen over in his own hysterics.

" James!" she yelled again, only this time he was certain she had a reason to be vicious with him.

He turned to face her, and quickly to begin his awkward rambling of an excuse and an apology combined in a mangled mess that would both not make sense and do nothing to help. Instead, his elbow bumped the cauldron, spilling some of the contents onto Lily's hand. He was never aware with what they had been brewing, but it was something that had her wailing in pain.

" Lily! Oh my goodness, I'm so sorry!" he stood with her, leaning over the table, but she shielded her injured hand from him. Before James could even remove his wand to do something unknown to him, Slughorn had intervened.

" Oh, not to worry, I would never have you kids brew anything that would leave one another with permanent marks" he cheerfully chimed, " Potter, why don't you escort Miss Evans to the hospital wing?"

James would have gladly obliged, and attempted to, but Lily brushed past both of them too quickly. " I can go myself" she muttered through pain.

After she left the room, all eyes were on him for the second time in under ten minutes- which was perhaps a new record. James could not help but meet the eyes of his classmates, including Sirius, who snorted out loud when no longer being able to contain himself.