Emerald Eyes

Summary:

7th year is gonna be James perfect year. He has the best friends, and Lily has warmed up to him. That is until two engaged DADA Professors show up. What secrets do they hide? Wait, Lily's fallen for the one that looks like him?

Disclaimer:

Harry Potter can never be mine. My mind is to biased to think it up.

Note:

This is gonna be what I hope a good Harry Potter fic. My skills have improved slightly, due to the literature class at school.

Emerald Eyes

James Potter looked around, his brown eyes scanning the whole Gryffindor Table. It was obvious to everyone, but the First Years, that he was looking for the beautiful, fiery redhead, Lily Evans.

Lily Evans. Lily could have any guy she wanted. Her beautiful red hair was silky, and fell in thick curls till her waist. Her skin was pale, a good contrast to the red, and free of any blemishes. Lily was intelligent, and knew a good laugh when she saw one. She was also kind, even to the Slytherins. The thing though that set Lily apart from everyone were her eyes. They weren't hazel, brown, or even blue. They were a startling shade of emerald. Every single emotion could be easily seen through those hazel shaped, emerald eyes.

This year, she's gonna be mine. James grinned when he finally spotted the beautiful redhead just entering the castle.

"Ah, James you have a 'Get Lily' plan this year?" James looked at his best friend, Sirius Black with slight disgust. His mouth was hald open, showing the food he was eating.

"No plan this year-"

"No plan?" James was cut of by Peter Pettigrew staring at him in shock.

"I wasn't finished," James said. "No plan, I'll just let it flow smoothly."

"That might just work," James ignored this comment by his other friend, Remus lupin. Of course it'll work! There was just one flaw in it.

"Oi! Lily, there's a seat right next to me for you!" James patted the seat next to him.

"Sure James," Lily headed down the aisle between the Gryfindor table and Ravenclaw. She took a eat right next to were James pointed. James couldn't believe it! Lily was actually being nice!

"How was your summer Lils?" James said with a clever nickname he made just for Lily. He loved the name Lily, it just suited Lily.

"Good," Lily beamed. "Though, Petunia could be nicer." Lily stopped at that sentence abruptly.

"Who's P-" James was interrupted by Professor Dumbledore's voice.

"Welcome to a new year at Hogwarts!" James, along with everyone turned to see Dumbledore rising to his seat for the regular announcements. James looked at the teachers to see who was the unlucky DADA teacher. He saw instead not one, but two heavily hooded figures.

"To the First Years, I would like to say, no one is allowed in the Forbidden Forest. Since it's well, forbidden! No one is allowed to enter the Third Floor, unless you want to die a gruesome death. the curfew is strictly eleven. Also notice the new list of banned items on Mr. Filch's office door!"

James frowned, since when did the Third Floor become dangerous?

"Also, to the first Years, beware the pranks of the Marauders!" James grinned, he, Remus, Peter, and Sirius were finally getting some recognition! "Also I'd like to welcome our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teachers, Professor Harry Patterson, and his fiancée, Ginny Westly!"

The two heavily hooded figures stood, and finally after a few moments, removed their hoods. It was like a ceremony, everything seemed to slow down.

When the hood was finally removed, a wave of powerful magic engulfed the room. Instilling in everyone a warm feeling. Whoever Dumbledore got for DADA is sure strong. James mused. When people looked up again, there was a round of gasps, and excited whispers.

James looked and saw that the girl, Ginny Westly, was indeed beautiful, she looked like Lily with her thick auburn hair that fell in curls till her elbow, and pale skin. She also had a slim figure. But the differences were noticeable. She had a clutter of freckles, not detracting from her beauty, her face was heart-shaped, unlike Lily's oval shaped face, and had big brown eyes. The last thing though, resting on Westly's bright red hair, was acircle of pure gold. If one looked close at the circle, you would see inscriptions on it. Only War Mage's wore those.

She's beautiful, but she's no Lily. Either way, she's engaged. James thought while noticing the big engagement ring she wore on her left hand.

James turned and saw the other guy, Harry. he was definately the source of the whispers.

He looked had raven black hair that was long enough to be tied down in a low ponytail. He had wire-rimmed glasses, that suited him. Showing off his emerald eyes. He was slightly bulk, and had a slight tan. The other thing that separated him from everyone else, besides the power radiating from him, and the eyes, was the lightning bolt scar that was on his forehead. That scar can only be made when a person has been touched by a powerful dark spell. He didn't have the circle thing on his head, but if he stood, one would notice that he was carrying a sword. Only War Mages did that now-a-days.

Even with the differences, he looked like one person, James Potter.

That guy looks like me! James's mind screeched in a girlish way. Is that Patterson guy looking at me? James did a double take, and indeed Patterson was staring at James.

"I would like you to know, that this year's DADA course will not be easy," all the whispers stopped immediately as Professor Patterson started to speak. "You will learn spells that only Aurors know. You will also learn muggle fighting techniques-" this brought a few groans.

"What is wrong with muggle fighting?" the other professor spoke. "When you're wand is gone, will you just give up? Muggle fighting techniques is where you learn to use you're body as the ultimate weapon. You will also learn that when you use Muggle Fighting Techniques, you could use your body to kill we need be."

Needless to say, everyone shut up.

James stared at the Professor Patterson. The stare quickly lost it's intimidation. There was something about those hazel shaped, emerald green eyes. They weren't carefree, or full of happiness. They showed that Harry Patterson suffered. It was easy to tell through those eyes, he saw people die, he saw people suffer, and maybe he himself suffered from the Dark Arts.

One question arose from James's mind, Where did I see those emerald eyes before?

( Author's Note )

I always loved those time-travel fics. So here's mine! Thisis what I hope will be a good story. My wish is that by the end of the story, it'll probably be 30 chapter long, I'll have 500+ reviews. Make the wish come true!

( ) Amber Blossom ()