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A/N: I have decided to thoroughly edit this first chapter, as I originally wrote it three years ago. I really hope to be able to continue writing this story.

Sirius Black bitterly watched as James Potter hastened his pace, making his way down the corridor to where Lily Evans was waiting for him.

"Good morning!" James shouted excitedly, after he got halfway to where Lily was standing.

"Morning," Lily replied while stifling a yawn. Both turned towards the staircase leading to the Great Hall, leaving Sirius to catch up on his own.

After a minute of walking, they reached the Gryffindor table, where they promptly sat down and began to pile food onto their plates. At least, James did. Lily was more wary of the food, remembering what had happened last time she sat down to eat. She knew James wasn't responsible for the mishap, and that it had to have been orchestrated by another Marauder, but that didn't stop her from being careful.

Sirius decided to sit further down the table than James and Lily, casting sidelong glances in their direction, fervently hoping that James would notice his absence. He didn't. James never noticed anything anymore, not with Lily beside him.

Why am I doing this? Sirius thought. I know he won't care. All he ever thinks about now is his 'precious' Lily. Why couldn't that greasy haired git have stayed friends with her? At least then she would never have agreed to go out with James.

Suddenly, Sirius thought of a brilliant plan, and for once, it wasn't a prank.

After breakfast, Sirius rushed off towards Potions, hoping that Snape wouldn't already be inside. He took a peak into the room, and saw that it was still empty, so he made his way down the hallway and stepped into an alcove as someone walked by muttering to themselves. Sirius poked out his head and saw that it was his intended target. He deliberated for a moment, wondering if he could really entrust Snape with something so important before his reckless side took control again. He quickly raised his wand, and muttered 'Diffindo.' Snape's backpack tore and the contents fell out with a small, tinkling crash as an ink pot shattered. Everyone standing near sniggered as they made their way past Snape, some kicking his books as they went.

Once everyone had filed into the dungeon classroom, Sirius walked up to Snape while the he was breathing curses under his breath.

"Hey Severus," Sirius said as he sauntered closer, hoping his idea would work. He hated the slimey git, but when compared to what he felt for James, his hatred seemed paltry and inconsequential.

"What do you want, blood-traitor," spat Snape, expecting the usual torrent of hexes. He raised his wand, preparing to cast a shield charm, but was startled as the Black raised a hand in deference.

"Calm down, grease-ball," Sirius replied as calmly as possible, given the situation. "I have an idea, but… it requires us to cooperate. I think I know how I can get my James back... and you can get back your precious Lily."

"Alright then, let's hear it," Snape said hesitantly, as his mind raced. For once, he was interested in something a Marauder had to say, but he knew that Black was a master of guile, and could just be waiting for a perfect opportunity to strike. As much as he expected an attack, he couldn't help but go along. He'd do anything to get his Lily back, no matter what the consequences.

"Ok, here's what we can do…"