A/N: Is she alive? She hasn't fallen down the loo? She can write another story? Yes, I'm back and alive! I originally wrote this beginning story for new years, but since it's not new years anymore...who cares?
Name: The Time warp Trilogy
Author: Lily Potter
"CURSE IT POTTER!"
It was the sound made by someone who knew someone very well, and despised that someone. In this case it was a red head, which, at the present time, was in dire straights. This particular red head, found that, upon stepping out of the shower, her robes and towel had been removed to elsewhere. Obviously Potter was somewhere behind this prank, but it took Lily (the red head in question) a considerable amount of time to figure out just how he had managed it. She finally came to the conclusion that her two best friends, Lydia and Katie, had somehow helped him. However, she did not hear the door open or shut, therefore they must have attained their goal, (primarily enraging Lily) some other way. But back to the currant problem. She was, at the moment, robe-less and towel-less. So, with as much dignity as she could muster, she pulled down the shower curtain, wrapped it around herself, and stalked out of the room. They would pay later.
James Potter smirked to himself. That prank on Lily was nothing short of genius, and (a small voice said in the back of his mind,) nothing short of cruel.
"Oh, do shut up," James told it.
"What? Jamesie old boy, are you talking to yourself again?" James's best friend, Sirius Black, tutted like the school nurse, Madam Pomfrey. "Must we heave you off to the men in little white coats once again?" He put special emphasis on the word again.
James pretended to get excited. "Was that the place with the fun rubber walls, and the paper shoes, and the jacket I couldn't figure out how to get out of?"
Sirius heaved a huge fake sigh, as James relaxed into a slump, and began to drool a little.
"Come on now, Jamesie, time to go to the doctor..."
James pretended to bump into a suit of armor, saying "Hello, doctor, how are you? I hope you had a very good visit in..."
"No, not that one..."
Remus grinned, clapped and whistled. Peter looked frankly, frightened, but then again, he never could tell when they were joking or serious. And he said so out loud, prompting Sirius to say, "No, I'm Sirius,"
"And I'm Remus,"
"And I'm James,"
"And you're Peter!"
James and Sirius took mock bows to end the performance, then went arm and arm down the hallway singing, "What would you do with a Drunken Sailor," and staggering about.
Later that evening, the four 7th year boys looked extremely uncomfortable in fancy dress robes. It was New Years Eve, a night of "extraordinary occurrences," according to Professor Trelawny. A ball had been planned for the 7th year students and Remus, Peter, Sirius and James, sat waiting in the common room for their dates. Lydia, who came down first grabbed Remus's arm, and Katie, who followed shortly grabbed Sirius'. Lily, who was after that, grabbed James' arm in a grip that was tighter than necessary. While the other two girls had been smiling, Lily glowered at her date. Peter (A/N: Oh the tragedy!) had not been able to find a date.
"When I get my hands on you, Potter..." She began through clenched teeth.
"You already, do, but would you leave off? You're cutting off the circulation in my arm."
"Good." Came the reply, and the grip tightened, "After this dance, I will hang you from the chains in Filch's office and let Snape after you. After that, I will allow Filch to use his office again, and let him finish you. Then, I will personally feed you to Mrs. Norris."
James winced. "Let up, will you? It was only a prank..."
By now they had reached the Great Hall, and it had, in Lily's opinion, never looked so splendid. Festoons of icicles, lay along the walls, and fireworks exploded from the ceiling bearing the word 1983 every 5 seconds. Sirius was already at the punch bowl, and, from the way he was acting, Lily strongly suspected that somebody had spiked it. But her attentions were soon diverted by something else. Someone else, rather. A lot of someone's, actually. There were three of them, and one of them, bore a remarkable resemblance to James.
