Title: A Change of Identities
Summary: James and Pierre, James's cousin, unexpectantly change places. This summary sucks, but please read it! I think it's pretty good...it gets better too! (J/L)
Disclaimers: I own none of JK Rowling's characters...we all know who they are!
~*~
James strolled casually, thrumping on the green grass, clutching a piece of parchment tightly in his hands. Opening the letter, he read it again.
Meet me on the lawn outside of the Astronomy Tower at 7 o' clock sharp. Come by yourself. it read.
James looked around and saw no one. All Hogwarts students were at dinner. With the exception of James, of course. His friends would probably be worried; the teachers might be too. It wasn't typical of the Head Boy not to show up for dinner. But would the Head Girl care?
James shook his head sadly. Unfortunately, Lily did not see eye to eye with James. For the past 2 years, James had tried to date the girl. And to his misfortune, he had successfully failed. Suddenly, a loud pop was heard, and James stared in shock and surprise at the 18 year old boy in front of him.
"James!" he said, stepping forward and hugging James joyously.
James took and breath and finally removed himself from the tight grasps. The boy looked at him with piercing blue eyes and then grinned.
"Why don't you say something?" He asked. "Is this any way to welcome your cousin?" he said with a thick French accent.
"What are you doing here, Pierre?" James asked dumbfounded.
Although Pierre and James were the same age, they rarely talked. Pierre, who attended Beauxtbatons Academy during the school year, was very pompous and always bragging about his French knowledge and his family's wealth.
"My, my, James...come now, where's your excitement? Your one and only cousin, whom you haven't seen in years, is finally here! Show a bit more enthusiasm, will you...you almost make me feel unwelcomed,"
"Pierre Potter," James said in a stern voice.
"Actually, it's Pierre Pottere," Pierre interrupted with another whip of his accent.
"Pottere my arse. What do you want?" James asked in a moody tone.
In all his life, Pierre had only been known to be nice to someone when he wanted something. He was the perfect example of a spoiled brat. And although James was spoiled as well, he was nothing compared to his cousin, Pierre.
"Well, James, if we're going to play it that way..." Pierre said. "Then yes, I suppose there is something I want."
James waited impatiently before Pierre continued. "I seem to have...hit a rock." Pierre said, trying use a Muggle analogy.
"You don't say," James said sarcastically. Now, James had had his fair share of pulling pranks with Sirius and the Marauders. But Pierre was much, much worse. It didn't surprise James that Pierre had found trouble.
"Yes, dear cousin....they are looking for me." Pierre admitted.
"They?" James knitted his eyebrows for clarification.
"The school, the teachers, my friends...my parents. You know, people." Pierre shrugged and continued in a hysterical manner. "But it wasn't my fault! I mean, not all of it...I suppose I did set the Divinations classroom on fire," Pierre finally admitted.
"You what?" James asked exasperated. "Why?"
"Claudia! It was Claudia! She made me do it!! If she and that scoundrel...that Monty Higgins. Transfer students," Pierre said with a hint of irritation. "Claudia was mine! And Monty goes and...snogs her in our classroom! Our classroom, James!" Pierre said, his face twisting with disgust.
"What do you want, Pierre?"
"I want to switch bodies with you...just until this whole thing is sorted over."
"What? No, no," James shook his head. "No way, Pierre,"
"Please, James! You always get yourself out of these messes!" Pierre begged. "Mother and father...they told me if I slipped up one more time, they would only buy me half the things I wanted!"
James rolled his eyes. Pierre's eyes flashed with anger.
"Fine, James. If that's how we're going to play it..." Pierre said finally. With a swish of his wand, he shouted, "Switcherio!"
A bright dazzling light flashed in front of the two cousins. The ground began to rumble and shake. James felt himself losing his balance. With a jolt, he fell down onto the hard ground.
~*~
Rubbing his head, James looked around. And the previous moments flashed through his head instantly.
"Pierre," James mumbled. Running a hand through his hair, he realized his hair was no longer carefree and casual, but slick with loads of gel. Looking up at a bang, the jet-black hair was gone. Instead, it was replaced with chesnut brown and a flash of blonde.
"Pierre!" James gritted through his teeth. Standing up, he glanced down at his body. Except, it was no longer his.
~*~
"I must find Dumbledore," James told himself as he pushed the big door aside and walked inside the castle.
The lights were dim and the hallways were deserted. How long had he been lying outside? Where was Pierre?
Down the hall, James spotted Lily Evans patrolling by herself. Ducking into a closet with limited space, James held his breath. Through the inch he had cracked between the door, he saw Lily glance around and finally disappear into the next hallway.
Taking a deep breath, James opened the door quietly. Or he tried to. The door creaked loudly and James tip toed as quietly as he could towards the end of the hallway.
"Stop right there!" A loud voice commanded. James stopped immediately. Turning around, he saw Lily's bright green eyes cast a spell on his.
"Lily..." James stammered as she approached him.
A curious expression came upon her face as she grew closer to James.
"How do you know my name?" Lily asked, a bit confused. She didn't know this boy...and as a well-known girl herself and Head Girl, Lily knew everyone.
"Well, you're Head Girl, are you not?" James said, noticing the French accent that came with it, hoping it sounded casual. Lily, however, seemed delighted.
"Oh, you're French!" Lily said. A warm tingling feeling came over James.
"Of course," James said, in instant French mood. Taking Lily's hand with every bit of confidence, he kissed it gently. Lily giggled.
"Are you a transfer student? I have never seen you here before..." Lily trailed off.
"Yes, I am. I was just on my way to find Dumbledore's office," James explained, hoping Lily would show the way.
"Oh, well then. Welcome to Hogwarts. Where's all your stuff?" Lily asked, noticing that he didn't have any luggage with him.
"Oh!" James said suddenly, cramming his head for an excuse. "A house-elf took it," James said quickly.
"Oh, I see. What's your name?" Lily asked.
"Pierre. Pierre Pot..." James stopped. Should he use the name Pierre Potter? "Pottiloo," James finished quickly, and then slapped himself mentally in the head. The name sounded ridiculous!
"Pott-i-loo?" Lily asked, not knowing whether to give her apologies or laugh.
"Yes, yes. I know, it is a funny name. But, my ancestors were...humorous," James shrugged. Lily laughed.
James felt instant pleasure; for the first time in his life, he had made Lily Evans laugh. In his first 6 years at Hogwarts he had made Lily Evans scowl, angry, cry, upset, terrorial, stupid...the list could go on.
"Your last name is Evans?" James asked, nodding. Lily nodded in return.
"I'm Muggle-born," Lily explained.
"It's a beautiful name..." James said, looking at the emerald green eyes.
"Evans? Yes, I suppose it is," Lily said as the rounded the corner.
"No, I meant that Lily is a beautiful name." James said as they stopped at the gargoyle. "A beautiful name to fit a beautiful girl," James said. Lily blushed instantly.
There was a soft radiant glow in Lily's green eyes now. James had never seen it before. The color Lily's eyes most likely resembled whenever she talked or acquainted with James Potter was one of a stormy bay. He could upset her or anger her extremely easily. And Lily sometimes wasn't sure how he could make her so angry.
"Would you like me to accompany you to Professor Dumbledore's office?" Lily asked.
"No!" James said just a bit too quickly. "No, I mean...I'm sure I can manage on my own. Thank you,"
"Of course," Lily said.
"Well, thank you Miss Evans," James said, taking Lily's hand once again.
"Lily," Lily stammered. "Please, call me Lily. Everyone does,"
James nearly laughed. Just a couple days ago, Lily had ordered him never to call her Lily again, but instead refer to her a Miss Evans. Of course, James never matched by her requests.
"Lily," James whispered, with such caress that Lily's heart melted. He kissed her hand once more, and Lily mumbled the password to Dumbledore's office, "Gum drops,"
"We shall meet again, Lily," James said confidently. His heart was pounding.
"I expect to see you in the Gryffindor common room, Pierre," Lily said. James's heart stopped. She had thought he was Pierre. She thought he was Pierre Pottiloo.
"Right," James said, the warm feeling gone. Lily said a quick good-bye and James stepped onto the staircase, on his way to see the Headmaster.
~*~
"Well, James. I honestly don't know what to say..." Dumbledore said, after James had explained the situation.
"That makes two of us," James grumbled.
"Well, until we can find Pierre, you must remain in his body, I'm afraid," Dumbledore said, with a hint of amusement. "I doubt Pierre would have stayed at Hogwarts long. He must've known you would wake up eventually..." Dumbledore mumbled.
The door swung open and Lily Evans walked in, her face flushed with anger.
"Professor Dumbledore! It is merely the beginning of the year, and James Potter has once again refused to patrol!" Lily said angrily. "It's his duty as Head Boy to patrol..."
Professor Dumbledore stopped her with a mere chuckle. He glanced at James before answering, "James has refused to patrol?"
Lily's cheeks turned pink again. "Well, no sir. I can't seem to find him anywhere...and his friends don't know where he is either,"
"The reason you can't find him anywhere, Lily, is because he is not here. James was sent home due to an emergency."
"Oh, well," Lily stammered, quite embarrassed, "Oh."
"But," Dumbledore began again. "I'm sure I can find you a replacement,"
"A replacement?" Lily asked.
"Yes. A replacement. Have you met Pierre Pottiloo yet, Lily?"
Lily whirled around, and for the first time noticed Pierre (James) was in the room.
"Oh, Pierre! I didn't know you were still here..." Lily said, her tone changing instantly. "Yes, we've met Professor,"
"Good. Good. Well, Lily, why don't you escort Mr. Pottiloo," Dumbledore stopped and let out a small chuckle, "to Gryffindor Tower."
"You're a Gryffindor? That's wonderful!" Lily said, totally estatic. "Would you be willing to patrol with me?" Lily asked in a somewhat shy voice.
"Of course," James said, taking her hand again. "Nothing could stop me from patrolling with you,"
"Well then. It's late," Dumbledore said as he watched the exchange between his two Head students, his blue eyes twinkling.
"Oh, it is!" Lily added. "Good night Professor,"
"Good night Lily. Good night Pierre," Dumbledore said, as the two students exited the Headmaster's office.
~*~
"Tell me about yourself Pierre," Lily said, as they started their way to Gryffindor Tower.
"Well," James began, "I attended Beauxbatons Academy last year. And my family lives in France."
"Any siblings?" Lily asked.
"No," James said a bit too quickly. "How about yourself?"
Lily didn't answer immediately, but hesitated a bit.
"I have a sister," she said stiffly. "If you call us sisters,"
"Don't get along too well, eh?"
"No. She hates the wizarding world. She hates Hogwarts, magic, and me."
There was a tone James had never heard in her voice before. It sounded hateful. And although she had always yelled and talked in a hateful voice to James himself, it was nothing compared to the tone she was using now.
"Do you have a boyfriend?" James asked, hoping to move onto a different subject.
Lily seemed taken back, because she stopped abruptly and looked at James before answering.
"No," Lily said. "Not at the moment. But there is someone whom I sort of treat as a boyfriend,"
Curiosity exploded inside James. Even inside a different man's body, James's feelings for Head Girl Evans hadn't changed one bit.
"We meet secretly." Lily said in a hushed tone. She looked around for a second before continuing, "We are in different houses. In fact, our houses are more of enemies than allies...so, it's both for our own good, you know?"
James heart sank. He knew exactly which house she was talking about. Even worse, he knew exactly which person she was talking about. James felt as though he should've known something was fishy; they always paired up together in potions.
"Do you love him?" James asked, practically gasping out the words.
Lily laughed lightly. "Severus is more like a brother to me. I do love him...but, he's not the type I would really marry. He keeps his feelings bottled up inside of him...but I sense that he tells me more than he wants to. More than he could ever tell any other person," Lily caught James watching her. "What?" she asked.
"Nothing. It's just, you don't like anyone else from your own house?" James asked.
"Well," Lily carried on in a seductive tone. "There is someone I've been keeping an eye on,"
"Who?" James's eyes, or rather Pierre's eyes, lit up.
"Remus Lupin," Lily said instantly. James's heart flipped over. Remus?? Moony?
"Why Remus?" James said in a cold voice. Lily looked at him in surprise.
"Do you know Remus?" Lily asked breezily, not hinting the coldness in James's voice.
"No, I don't,"
"Remus is soo...mysterious. He's extremely sweet. I think that's what so attractive about him...he's got this charm. His friends," Lily made a face. "The Marauders. They're impossible. I mean, sure I'm friends with them. Well, with Remus and Peter anyways. Sirius is all right, I suppose. But James Potter. I can't stand him!" Lily complained.
James gulped. And Lily continued. "I think it's really gone back since our first year. I mean, Remus was this sweet, little boy. Peter was intimidated. But Potter and Black acted as though they ran the school. Always pulling pranks...more Potter and Black than the other two. But anyways...I suppose I never really forgave them for the pranks they pulled on me during our first year," Lily shrugged.
"What?" James gasped. He couldn't believe his ears. Lily's rambles were breaking his heart.
"I suppose Potter and Black thought it was funny that I was doing well in my classes. So, one day in charms, they took a piece of homework Mr. Flitwick was handing back...and they changed it so I had received a 0 out of 10 points." Lily sighed again. James felt his world crumbling around him.
"I had never, ever received a 0 out of 10 points...and so, I ran up to my dormitory and cried. And cried, and I didn't come back down until...well, after dinner. That's when my friends told me they had overheard Potter laughing about the trick," Lily finished.
For a moment, James thought he saw a tear form in Lily's green eyes. But then Lily rubbed her eyes self-consciously and soon the tear was gone.
"I mean.." Lily started again. "They were laughing. I was in my room, crying my heart out, and they were...laughing," Lily laughed slightly. Then she scoffed. "From then on I looked at the Marauders with as much dislike as they looked on at Severus. Sometimes I feel like the reason Severus torments them so much, is because he feels he's standing up for me." Lily said. Then she looked at James again and smiled.
"You don't want to be hearing this. Come on, let's get you to Gryffindor Tower," she said quickening her pace and grabbing James's hand suddenly. "You have a lot of people to meet..."
~*~
A/N: Continue, or not contiue? Please review!!
Summary: James and Pierre, James's cousin, unexpectantly change places. This summary sucks, but please read it! I think it's pretty good...it gets better too! (J/L)
Disclaimers: I own none of JK Rowling's characters...we all know who they are!
~*~
James strolled casually, thrumping on the green grass, clutching a piece of parchment tightly in his hands. Opening the letter, he read it again.
Meet me on the lawn outside of the Astronomy Tower at 7 o' clock sharp. Come by yourself. it read.
James looked around and saw no one. All Hogwarts students were at dinner. With the exception of James, of course. His friends would probably be worried; the teachers might be too. It wasn't typical of the Head Boy not to show up for dinner. But would the Head Girl care?
James shook his head sadly. Unfortunately, Lily did not see eye to eye with James. For the past 2 years, James had tried to date the girl. And to his misfortune, he had successfully failed. Suddenly, a loud pop was heard, and James stared in shock and surprise at the 18 year old boy in front of him.
"James!" he said, stepping forward and hugging James joyously.
James took and breath and finally removed himself from the tight grasps. The boy looked at him with piercing blue eyes and then grinned.
"Why don't you say something?" He asked. "Is this any way to welcome your cousin?" he said with a thick French accent.
"What are you doing here, Pierre?" James asked dumbfounded.
Although Pierre and James were the same age, they rarely talked. Pierre, who attended Beauxtbatons Academy during the school year, was very pompous and always bragging about his French knowledge and his family's wealth.
"My, my, James...come now, where's your excitement? Your one and only cousin, whom you haven't seen in years, is finally here! Show a bit more enthusiasm, will you...you almost make me feel unwelcomed,"
"Pierre Potter," James said in a stern voice.
"Actually, it's Pierre Pottere," Pierre interrupted with another whip of his accent.
"Pottere my arse. What do you want?" James asked in a moody tone.
In all his life, Pierre had only been known to be nice to someone when he wanted something. He was the perfect example of a spoiled brat. And although James was spoiled as well, he was nothing compared to his cousin, Pierre.
"Well, James, if we're going to play it that way..." Pierre said. "Then yes, I suppose there is something I want."
James waited impatiently before Pierre continued. "I seem to have...hit a rock." Pierre said, trying use a Muggle analogy.
"You don't say," James said sarcastically. Now, James had had his fair share of pulling pranks with Sirius and the Marauders. But Pierre was much, much worse. It didn't surprise James that Pierre had found trouble.
"Yes, dear cousin....they are looking for me." Pierre admitted.
"They?" James knitted his eyebrows for clarification.
"The school, the teachers, my friends...my parents. You know, people." Pierre shrugged and continued in a hysterical manner. "But it wasn't my fault! I mean, not all of it...I suppose I did set the Divinations classroom on fire," Pierre finally admitted.
"You what?" James asked exasperated. "Why?"
"Claudia! It was Claudia! She made me do it!! If she and that scoundrel...that Monty Higgins. Transfer students," Pierre said with a hint of irritation. "Claudia was mine! And Monty goes and...snogs her in our classroom! Our classroom, James!" Pierre said, his face twisting with disgust.
"What do you want, Pierre?"
"I want to switch bodies with you...just until this whole thing is sorted over."
"What? No, no," James shook his head. "No way, Pierre,"
"Please, James! You always get yourself out of these messes!" Pierre begged. "Mother and father...they told me if I slipped up one more time, they would only buy me half the things I wanted!"
James rolled his eyes. Pierre's eyes flashed with anger.
"Fine, James. If that's how we're going to play it..." Pierre said finally. With a swish of his wand, he shouted, "Switcherio!"
A bright dazzling light flashed in front of the two cousins. The ground began to rumble and shake. James felt himself losing his balance. With a jolt, he fell down onto the hard ground.
~*~
Rubbing his head, James looked around. And the previous moments flashed through his head instantly.
"Pierre," James mumbled. Running a hand through his hair, he realized his hair was no longer carefree and casual, but slick with loads of gel. Looking up at a bang, the jet-black hair was gone. Instead, it was replaced with chesnut brown and a flash of blonde.
"Pierre!" James gritted through his teeth. Standing up, he glanced down at his body. Except, it was no longer his.
~*~
"I must find Dumbledore," James told himself as he pushed the big door aside and walked inside the castle.
The lights were dim and the hallways were deserted. How long had he been lying outside? Where was Pierre?
Down the hall, James spotted Lily Evans patrolling by herself. Ducking into a closet with limited space, James held his breath. Through the inch he had cracked between the door, he saw Lily glance around and finally disappear into the next hallway.
Taking a deep breath, James opened the door quietly. Or he tried to. The door creaked loudly and James tip toed as quietly as he could towards the end of the hallway.
"Stop right there!" A loud voice commanded. James stopped immediately. Turning around, he saw Lily's bright green eyes cast a spell on his.
"Lily..." James stammered as she approached him.
A curious expression came upon her face as she grew closer to James.
"How do you know my name?" Lily asked, a bit confused. She didn't know this boy...and as a well-known girl herself and Head Girl, Lily knew everyone.
"Well, you're Head Girl, are you not?" James said, noticing the French accent that came with it, hoping it sounded casual. Lily, however, seemed delighted.
"Oh, you're French!" Lily said. A warm tingling feeling came over James.
"Of course," James said, in instant French mood. Taking Lily's hand with every bit of confidence, he kissed it gently. Lily giggled.
"Are you a transfer student? I have never seen you here before..." Lily trailed off.
"Yes, I am. I was just on my way to find Dumbledore's office," James explained, hoping Lily would show the way.
"Oh, well then. Welcome to Hogwarts. Where's all your stuff?" Lily asked, noticing that he didn't have any luggage with him.
"Oh!" James said suddenly, cramming his head for an excuse. "A house-elf took it," James said quickly.
"Oh, I see. What's your name?" Lily asked.
"Pierre. Pierre Pot..." James stopped. Should he use the name Pierre Potter? "Pottiloo," James finished quickly, and then slapped himself mentally in the head. The name sounded ridiculous!
"Pott-i-loo?" Lily asked, not knowing whether to give her apologies or laugh.
"Yes, yes. I know, it is a funny name. But, my ancestors were...humorous," James shrugged. Lily laughed.
James felt instant pleasure; for the first time in his life, he had made Lily Evans laugh. In his first 6 years at Hogwarts he had made Lily Evans scowl, angry, cry, upset, terrorial, stupid...the list could go on.
"Your last name is Evans?" James asked, nodding. Lily nodded in return.
"I'm Muggle-born," Lily explained.
"It's a beautiful name..." James said, looking at the emerald green eyes.
"Evans? Yes, I suppose it is," Lily said as the rounded the corner.
"No, I meant that Lily is a beautiful name." James said as they stopped at the gargoyle. "A beautiful name to fit a beautiful girl," James said. Lily blushed instantly.
There was a soft radiant glow in Lily's green eyes now. James had never seen it before. The color Lily's eyes most likely resembled whenever she talked or acquainted with James Potter was one of a stormy bay. He could upset her or anger her extremely easily. And Lily sometimes wasn't sure how he could make her so angry.
"Would you like me to accompany you to Professor Dumbledore's office?" Lily asked.
"No!" James said just a bit too quickly. "No, I mean...I'm sure I can manage on my own. Thank you,"
"Of course," Lily said.
"Well, thank you Miss Evans," James said, taking Lily's hand once again.
"Lily," Lily stammered. "Please, call me Lily. Everyone does,"
James nearly laughed. Just a couple days ago, Lily had ordered him never to call her Lily again, but instead refer to her a Miss Evans. Of course, James never matched by her requests.
"Lily," James whispered, with such caress that Lily's heart melted. He kissed her hand once more, and Lily mumbled the password to Dumbledore's office, "Gum drops,"
"We shall meet again, Lily," James said confidently. His heart was pounding.
"I expect to see you in the Gryffindor common room, Pierre," Lily said. James's heart stopped. She had thought he was Pierre. She thought he was Pierre Pottiloo.
"Right," James said, the warm feeling gone. Lily said a quick good-bye and James stepped onto the staircase, on his way to see the Headmaster.
~*~
"Well, James. I honestly don't know what to say..." Dumbledore said, after James had explained the situation.
"That makes two of us," James grumbled.
"Well, until we can find Pierre, you must remain in his body, I'm afraid," Dumbledore said, with a hint of amusement. "I doubt Pierre would have stayed at Hogwarts long. He must've known you would wake up eventually..." Dumbledore mumbled.
The door swung open and Lily Evans walked in, her face flushed with anger.
"Professor Dumbledore! It is merely the beginning of the year, and James Potter has once again refused to patrol!" Lily said angrily. "It's his duty as Head Boy to patrol..."
Professor Dumbledore stopped her with a mere chuckle. He glanced at James before answering, "James has refused to patrol?"
Lily's cheeks turned pink again. "Well, no sir. I can't seem to find him anywhere...and his friends don't know where he is either,"
"The reason you can't find him anywhere, Lily, is because he is not here. James was sent home due to an emergency."
"Oh, well," Lily stammered, quite embarrassed, "Oh."
"But," Dumbledore began again. "I'm sure I can find you a replacement,"
"A replacement?" Lily asked.
"Yes. A replacement. Have you met Pierre Pottiloo yet, Lily?"
Lily whirled around, and for the first time noticed Pierre (James) was in the room.
"Oh, Pierre! I didn't know you were still here..." Lily said, her tone changing instantly. "Yes, we've met Professor,"
"Good. Good. Well, Lily, why don't you escort Mr. Pottiloo," Dumbledore stopped and let out a small chuckle, "to Gryffindor Tower."
"You're a Gryffindor? That's wonderful!" Lily said, totally estatic. "Would you be willing to patrol with me?" Lily asked in a somewhat shy voice.
"Of course," James said, taking her hand again. "Nothing could stop me from patrolling with you,"
"Well then. It's late," Dumbledore said as he watched the exchange between his two Head students, his blue eyes twinkling.
"Oh, it is!" Lily added. "Good night Professor,"
"Good night Lily. Good night Pierre," Dumbledore said, as the two students exited the Headmaster's office.
~*~
"Tell me about yourself Pierre," Lily said, as they started their way to Gryffindor Tower.
"Well," James began, "I attended Beauxbatons Academy last year. And my family lives in France."
"Any siblings?" Lily asked.
"No," James said a bit too quickly. "How about yourself?"
Lily didn't answer immediately, but hesitated a bit.
"I have a sister," she said stiffly. "If you call us sisters,"
"Don't get along too well, eh?"
"No. She hates the wizarding world. She hates Hogwarts, magic, and me."
There was a tone James had never heard in her voice before. It sounded hateful. And although she had always yelled and talked in a hateful voice to James himself, it was nothing compared to the tone she was using now.
"Do you have a boyfriend?" James asked, hoping to move onto a different subject.
Lily seemed taken back, because she stopped abruptly and looked at James before answering.
"No," Lily said. "Not at the moment. But there is someone whom I sort of treat as a boyfriend,"
Curiosity exploded inside James. Even inside a different man's body, James's feelings for Head Girl Evans hadn't changed one bit.
"We meet secretly." Lily said in a hushed tone. She looked around for a second before continuing, "We are in different houses. In fact, our houses are more of enemies than allies...so, it's both for our own good, you know?"
James heart sank. He knew exactly which house she was talking about. Even worse, he knew exactly which person she was talking about. James felt as though he should've known something was fishy; they always paired up together in potions.
"Do you love him?" James asked, practically gasping out the words.
Lily laughed lightly. "Severus is more like a brother to me. I do love him...but, he's not the type I would really marry. He keeps his feelings bottled up inside of him...but I sense that he tells me more than he wants to. More than he could ever tell any other person," Lily caught James watching her. "What?" she asked.
"Nothing. It's just, you don't like anyone else from your own house?" James asked.
"Well," Lily carried on in a seductive tone. "There is someone I've been keeping an eye on,"
"Who?" James's eyes, or rather Pierre's eyes, lit up.
"Remus Lupin," Lily said instantly. James's heart flipped over. Remus?? Moony?
"Why Remus?" James said in a cold voice. Lily looked at him in surprise.
"Do you know Remus?" Lily asked breezily, not hinting the coldness in James's voice.
"No, I don't,"
"Remus is soo...mysterious. He's extremely sweet. I think that's what so attractive about him...he's got this charm. His friends," Lily made a face. "The Marauders. They're impossible. I mean, sure I'm friends with them. Well, with Remus and Peter anyways. Sirius is all right, I suppose. But James Potter. I can't stand him!" Lily complained.
James gulped. And Lily continued. "I think it's really gone back since our first year. I mean, Remus was this sweet, little boy. Peter was intimidated. But Potter and Black acted as though they ran the school. Always pulling pranks...more Potter and Black than the other two. But anyways...I suppose I never really forgave them for the pranks they pulled on me during our first year," Lily shrugged.
"What?" James gasped. He couldn't believe his ears. Lily's rambles were breaking his heart.
"I suppose Potter and Black thought it was funny that I was doing well in my classes. So, one day in charms, they took a piece of homework Mr. Flitwick was handing back...and they changed it so I had received a 0 out of 10 points." Lily sighed again. James felt his world crumbling around him.
"I had never, ever received a 0 out of 10 points...and so, I ran up to my dormitory and cried. And cried, and I didn't come back down until...well, after dinner. That's when my friends told me they had overheard Potter laughing about the trick," Lily finished.
For a moment, James thought he saw a tear form in Lily's green eyes. But then Lily rubbed her eyes self-consciously and soon the tear was gone.
"I mean.." Lily started again. "They were laughing. I was in my room, crying my heart out, and they were...laughing," Lily laughed slightly. Then she scoffed. "From then on I looked at the Marauders with as much dislike as they looked on at Severus. Sometimes I feel like the reason Severus torments them so much, is because he feels he's standing up for me." Lily said. Then she looked at James again and smiled.
"You don't want to be hearing this. Come on, let's get you to Gryffindor Tower," she said quickening her pace and grabbing James's hand suddenly. "You have a lot of people to meet..."
~*~
A/N: Continue, or not contiue? Please review!!