A/N: O.K., so here's another story I've been thinking of for quite awhile. Note: I am NOT taking down 'Meant To Be'. I will update sometime in the next week.

Things I'll Never Say

James Potter, the handsome, cocky, 7th year Gryffindor Quidditch captain was currently in a state of extreme panic. The rest of his team was huddled around him, rain dripping down their mud- and blood-streaked faces, all looking at him hopefully.

"What the bloody hell are we gonna do?" Michael Wood asked, "Our backup's in Peru!"

Only moment before, the Gryffindor seeker, Catherine Wyndson, had been violently knocked unconscious by a well-aimed bludger from William Goyle. Catherine was obviously not in a position to continue the match, and George Adamson, the backup seeker, was at his uncles' funeral in South America.

"What can we do?" Sania Ahmad asked. "We don't have a backup for our backup seeker!"

Just then, Professor Finn, the flying instructor, zoomed up to James on his Cleansweep Five.

"I'm sorry, kids, but if you don't come up with a substitute seeker in the next five minutes, you'll have to forfeit."

The team hung their heads, preparing for their captain to declare a Gryffindor loss.

"I'll do it," he said instead.

Six heads looked up in shock..

"Mr. Potter, are you sure?" Professor Finn asked.

James nodded. "I'll get Remus to take my place as Chaser, and I'll play Seeker."

"All right, then." Professor Finn flew over to Sirius, who was currently commentating the game.

Ten minutes later, the new Gryffindor team flew back out to the Quidditch pitch. James flew high overhead and began to circle the stands.

"And the Gryffindors come back strong after the loss of their seeker, the beautiful Catherine Wyndson. Seventh-year Remus Lupin is now playing Chaser, and Captain James Potter, my best friend, has taken Cat's place as seeker. His Mars 2000 is far faster than Snape's old bluebonnet, and he'll easily be able to out fly Snape, the slimy, greasy little-"

"Black!"

"Sorry Professor."

James grinned. Good old Sirius. He continued to circle the pitch, trying to spot a glimpse of the snitch.

"Potter."

James turned sharply.

Ahmad passes to Lupin, to Brown, back to Ahmad, and she shoots and- SCORE! 20-50 to Gryffindor!

Severus Snape smirked at him through a curtain of greasy black hair. How Snape, of all people, had become seeker was beyond James. Sure, he could fly fairly well, but he was horribly uncoordinated, and sat on his broom awkwardly.

"So, little Potter decided to play Seeker?

Brown has the quaffle, and-oh! Stopped by a bludger!

"Yeah, well nobody else could stand to be within thirty feet of thy Royal Greasiness, so I, being the kind and loyal captain that I am, volunteered."

Score! 20-60 to Gryffindor!

Snape narrowed his eyes.

"Yeah, well it's not like I'm enjoying…"

James stopped listening. He really wasn't in the mood to participate in one of Snape's insult-fests right now. He needed to find that sni-

The snitch! There it was, glinting bright gold, just barely a hundred yards behind Snape. He grasped the broom handle tightly and took off.

Score! 20-Wait. James Potter's seen the snitch! He's closing in…

James leaned closer to his broom, his hand outstretched…

…leaving Snape far behind…

...just a bit farther, now, really…

…he's closer…closer…

James leaned forward…

…and he's got it! James Potter has caught the golden snitch! 220-20 Gryffindor! We win the Quidditch cup! Take that, you filthy, slimy, m-

"BLACK!"

Oops. Sorry.

James grinned triumphantly as Professor Finn handed him the gold Quidditch cup. He held it up high over his head. The crowd cheered as he was lifted up onto the shoulders of his teammates…

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"I'd just like to…woah…thank my good friend Pames Jotter here, for helping us to win the cup...ah…wait, let me count…SEVEN years in a row! Yeah!"

All of the Gryffindors that had been drinking a bit too much firewhiskey that night (which, thanks to Sirius spinking the butterbeer bowl, was just about everyone. Only James, Remus, Lily, and the first-, second-, and third-years remained sober) cheered wildly.

"This is insane."

James turned around. Lily and Remus stood behind him, surveying the crowd. Lily looked as if she'd be sick just watching her fellow classmates move about the room drunkenly.

"It's kind of funny, actually," Remus smiled.

"You think it's funny that all our friends are mad drunk?" Lily demanded.

"Mildly."

"Especially Sirius," James added. His best friend was presently parading around the common room with two bottles of firewhiskey in each hand, dancing a sort of jig, chanting, "Gryffindor! Gryffindor!"

"That's it, I'm going to get some air." Lily made her way through the drunken crowd and exited the room.

Remus nudged James lightly. "Now's your chance, mate!" He winked and left to finish his Transfiguration essay.

James grinned and followed Lily.

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"So, you play Seeker too?"

"Not really. When I was younger and I played with my cousins in my backyard, they would always force me to play Seeker, because nobody else wanted to, and I was the youngest."

"Well you're actually pretty good at it."

"Thanks. So where are we going, anyway.

Lily shrugged. "I'm not sure. Wherever."

"You ever been to the kitchens?"

Moments later, James and Lily exited the kitchens, delicious sweets held in hand, thanks to the house elves. Lily laughed.

"You go there a lot?"

"What makes you say that?"

"Every house elf knew your name, that you won the Quidditch cup, and all your favorite foods."

"Yeah, well, I guess I-"

"Well, well, well, if it isn't the idiot Head Boy and the mudblood Head Girl."

"Snape, Malfoy" James said coolly, "Not too upset about losing the cup today, are we?"

"You know you didn't deserve to win. That was sheer luck that you happened to see the Snitch before Severus did!" Malfoy yelled.

"Yes I was extremely lucky to be playing against that uncoordinated lo-"

James was cut off as both Malfoy and Snape pushed him hard against the wall. Both held their wands up to his face dangerously.

"Stop it! Leave him ALONE!"

"Look, Potter, your mudblood girlfriends trying to save you!" Snape laughed. "Think she'll want to so much as look at you when we finish rearranging your face?"

"Don't call her-"

Blood ran down James's face as Malfoy punched him in the nose, hard. Bloody hell. They were serious! He glanced over at Lily, who had an expression of sheer horror on her face. She was searching the pocket of her jeans for her wand, before realizing that she had stupidly left it in her dorm. One look at James' face told her that he had left his, too.

James closed his eyes tightly as Malfoy muttered a curse. He fell to the floor limply. The last thing he could remember was Malfoy turning to Lily.

"If you tell anyone what just happened, we'll kill him."