"POTTER!" Lily Evans bellowed at the top of her lungs as she marched unto the Qudditch pitch, possessing the determination and blood thirst of an Auror hunting a dark wizard. "GET YOUR NO GOOD ARSE DOWN HERE BEFORE I HAVE TO HAND IT TO YOU MYSELF!"

She caught the attention of the Gryffindor Quidditch team above her and they stopped flying, hoping to observe the spectacle that was about to occur. After all, it was well known around Hogwarts how entertaining it was to see Lily Evans angry with James Potter. A few of them snickered as their captain grinned, cupping his hands around his mouth.

"As much as I know how much you love grabbing my arse Evans, I'm running a practice here!" he called cheekily, making the team laugh harder.

"I DON'T BLOODY WELL CARE!" she yelled back, flailing her arms hysterically in agitation. "I NEED TO SPEAK WITH YOU THIS INSTANT!"

James sighed dramatically for the amusement of the team before responding to her enraged request. "If you want to talk, you're going to have to come here!"

Lily glared at him maliciously, cursing under her breath before pulling her wand out of her pocket and giving it a wave. In no time, a broom from the supplies cupboard nearby came zooming towards her, earning her applause from the team. She hitched her leg over the side of the broom and prayed to Merlin that the Riding Lessons she learned as a First Year would suffice.

"You sure do ride a broom well, Evans!" Sirius Black, one of the beaters and James Potter's best friend acknowledged suggestively, causing the team to howl with laughter. "Who have you been practicing with?"

"Shut it, Padfoot," James told him, but his forceful tone didn't match the smile on his face as he watched Lily fly towards him cautiously. When she finally reached him, Lily breathed a sigh of relief and James raised an eyebrow. "Now that wasn't so hard, was it?"

Her eyes opened from her relaxed suspiration, revealing the glittering green orbs he could spend hours gazing at. They were hard with anger, however, and he could sense her resentment towards him through her glower.

"Would you care to explain this?" Lily snapped, ripping a piece of folded parchment out of her pocket and waving it in his face obnoxiously.

"I could if I knew what it was," James smirked, making her eyes narrow.

"You know what it is all right," Lily accused, thrusting it forward so he would take it. "But perhaps you need a reminder, so go ahead. Open it."

James accepted the parchment and gently unfolded it, not breaking eye contact with her until he glanced down to read the messy scrawl on the page. He immediately recognized it as his own, as well as the words written on it. He felt his throat dry out and his face pale as he glanced back up at Lily, no longer smirking.

The back of James' neck felt very hot all of a sudden, as if he were being watched. He whipped around to see his team huddled around him, trying to glance over his shoulder to read what was on the parchment. James slapped the paper to his uniform-clad chest, blocking it from view.

"Oi, this is private, you nosy lot. Get back to practice!"

There was a collective groan and grumbled complaints as everyone flew back to their previous stations to resume what they had been doing before Lily interrupted them. Everyone that is, except Sirius, who flew even closer, smiling pleasantly.

"Afternoon, Evans," he nodded fondly to her, to which Lily replied with an eye roll. His smile didn't falter as he turned to James. "Whatcha' got there, Prongs?"

"You too, Sirius," James ordered, giving him a significant look.

Sirius pouted, his face remarkably resembling a hurt puppy. "But I'm your best mate! This is official best mate business, don't you agree, Evans?"

Lily scoffed. If her hands weren't gripping the broom's neck like it was her life support, she would have crossed them. "Be my guest, you probably helped him plan it."

"No!" James gasped in horror as Sirius tried to snatch the paper out of his hands. When Sirius and Lily were both taken aback by his fearful tone, he cleared his throat and relaxed his expression. "I mean, Sirius…just get back to practice, okay?"

Still pouting, Sirius flew away to join the rest of the team. Lily could have sworn she even heard him whine like a dog would. When he was out of earshot, James leaned in, his alarmed expression back.

"Where did you get this?" he asked, his eyes wide with panic.

Lily replied, unfazed by his expression, presuming it to be fake. "It was in my Charms textbook, right where you put it."

James' ran a hand through his hair anxiously. "Believe me, Evans, I did not put it there. You were never supposed to see it, let alone know about it," he explained, unable to look her in the eye anymore.

"Oh, don't even try that with me, Potter!" Lily drawled angrily. "What'd you do, force one of the Hufflepuffs to write it?"

"No, Evans, I-"

"What'd you think, James, that I was going to fall head over heels for you as soon as I laid my eyes on it?" she ranted, looking up at the clear blue sky in disbelief.

"O-of course not-"

"That I was going to run up to you with open arms, forgetting everything you've ever done because of this stupid piece of parchment?" Lily continued and grabbed it from his hands, stuffing it back into her jacket pocket.

James looked up at her, a hurt expression now on his disheartened face. "You think it's stupid?"

"What the hell do you care? You didn't even write it!" Lily snapped.

He shook his head. "You weren't supposed to see it," he repeated.

"Cut the act already! I know you had every intention of me seeing it, it was in my Charms book for Merlin's sake!" Lily declared. "And now you're just embarrassed your little scheme didn't work so you're pretending you had nothing to do with it! I'm thoroughly disgusted at the lengths you will take in order to continue these games with me!"

James sighed as she continued her tirade, trying to find some sort of escape from his shame. Lily had it all wrong, but she would never believe him. Hell, did he even want her to believe him? Perhaps it was better this way.

A flying object caught his attention suddenly, as it was headed straight towards them at a miraculous speed.

"Lily, look-"

But it was too late. The last thing Lily felt was a hard object ram into her skull forcefully, causing her vision to turn black as she fell off the broom.

Yes, I know, yet another fic on memory loss, but I promise I'll add my own interesting take to it!

Question of the Chapter: What do you think was written on the parchment?

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