Chapter 2

JPOV

I had just sat down at the Gryffindor table when Potter's annoying overly enthusiastic owl, Shazam, dipped down and dropped a large square package in front of me. I opened the note attached to it, One full week and no detentions, we are so proud of you for staying out of trouble this last week. Here's something I saw in Diagon Alley and thought you might like it. We'll be going on an important mission for Albus tonight so please don't reply back. We'll owl you as soon as we can. Love, Mom and Dad.

I put down the note and noticed Shazam was still here, flying circles above my head. I never really got a good like at him before but his body looked much smaller than it should have been in relation to his wings. I tossed a piece of bacon in the air which he dived and expertly caught before taking his leave. I guess its true what they say about pets resembling there owners, that bird is just as much of a show off as Potter.

I pulled back the parchment covered package to be greeted by what looked like a cereal box that had Mini Quaffles in big bold letters with a Quaffle in the place of the big Q and in smaller letters below it with Limited Edition Bludger Balls and Golden Snitch puffs. The background was a Quidditch pitch with Chasers that grabbed the Quaffle, tossed it around with flair, and threw back to its original spot, Bludgers zipped around the front of the box knocking letters askew, and a single Golden Snitch circled the letters. If cereal boxes looked like this in the muggle world then I'd have thrown tantrums along with Petunia at the grocery store.

I slid a bowl over before I opened the box and filled it full; I was disappointed. None of the cereal moved or did anything at all, just sat in the bowl like my cereal at home did. I grumpily picked up the milk and started pouring it over the cereal while skimming over the Quidditch facts on the back of the box. When I turned my attention back to my breakfast, the milk seemed to have made it come to life! The Bludger Balls zigzagged around in the milk and Golden Snitch puffs flew up out of the cereal, hovered a centimeter above the milk for a few seconds, and dip back under. Now for the taste test!

I tried them one by one, the Quaffles seem to have gotten soggy fast but had the tasted and texture of pancakes with maple syrup, the Bludger Balls were bludger shaped chocolate that vibrated in your mouth, and the Golden Snitch puffs tasted like caramel and lightly tickled your cheeks with their wings when you chewed them. I bounce up and down in my seat like a little kid. I vaguely noticed a few weird looks from people around me but I didn't care, this was the best, yet junkiest, breakfast EVER!

"Hey, Lily!" I looked in the direction of the sound of my name and I saw Bertram getting up for his spot heading towards- Dear Merlin, I look hideous! My skin was pale and my hair full of curls, freckles trickled across my cheeks and nose, and I could tell there wasn't a single cosmetic potion on my whole body, and, judging by how small my chest was, I wasn't even wearing my Wilma's Wonderful Figure Bra. When Bertram reached his destination, I had to strain to hear the conversation, "So, how's your morning going so far?"

Even over here, I could hear a fairly lengthy fart coming from my body; my jaw dropped, "Better now," I heard myself reply while scratching my crotch. I buried Potter's head in his hands feeling completely embarrassed. I waited for him to say I was completely disgusting before stalking off but that never happened, he laughed.

"You know, you are the first girl I've ever heard fart around here. Most girls I've talked to are so uptight I don't think they could let one loose even if they wanted to," I relaxed a bit at that but I was still gonna kill Potter for doing that in front of him, "Anyway, I was wondering if you might like to have breakfast with me and my friends?"

Suddenly, I was looking right into my emerald-green eyes, "Um, sure, but there's something I need to do first."

Bertram looked at me before looking back, "Okay, I'll be with my friends when your done." I watched myself stalk towards me.

"What do you think you're doing?" Potter asked with my hands on my hips scowling at me. I had never realized how I looked to other people when I got angry, kinda reminded me of Petunia, like a ticking time bomb. I tried to answer in a way to steer the focus away from me, "What am I doing? What are you doing?"

Potter glared and I realized, while he's in my body, that trick isn't going to work, "Wondering who gave you the right to open my mail and eat my cereal, that's what. I saw Shazam drop off that package-"

"Well, maybe, if you and your little friends hadn't put me in your body then I wouldn't be opening your mail and-" I replied stepping closer getting irritated at this whole situation.

"For your information, I didn't put you in my body and neither did my 'little friends'," Potter interrupted stepping closer as well.

"How do you know they didn't?" I asked stepping closer still and Potter closed the gap replying, "Because they couldn't."

We were silent a moment both glaring at each other and I took a breath to say something when a smell hit me. If anyone asked me to describe it I wouldn't be able to, all I knew was it was coming off my body. It was of no perfume I had ever owned or even smelled before, it was as sweet as the sweetest of fruits and a slight musk as subtle as an old book. I felt my anger drain away and the glare I wore was replaced with a smile. We were so close I could feel a breath brush gently across Potter's face and the next thing I said was a complete shock to me for only five seconds ago I had wanted to say something entirely different, "Wanna make out?"

Potter blinked and then I saw my face turn a deep shade of red, "What about this conversation makes you think I'd want to make out with you?"

I was at a loss of what to say and went with the first thing that came to mind, "I don't know. I just thought it was a good idea, is all."

"A GOOD IDEA? YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME! You are so arrogant and egotistical I can't even stand to be your presence right now," Potter yelled and I could hear my voice echo around the hall and that's all I could hear for all the talk in the whole Great Hall had ceased, "I'm taking my cereal."

Despite what he had said to me, I was strangely sad to see him go. I looked around and saw many eyes looking between me and Potter, mostly with looks of boredom or curiosity but some with annoyance in Potter's direction and pity in mine. I didn't like it.

"Bad luck, mate," I span around to see Black was sitting next to my spot at the table, which I had at some point abandoned, motioning for me to sit. While Potter and I were arguing I must not have noticed him and Remus had come in. I sat back down in my seat and buried Potter's face in his hands, "So, what did you do to make her freak out again?"

"Which time?" I asked dropping Potter's hand to the table giving Black a crooked smile, Black laughed, "Well, you could start from the beginning and work your way up until now."

"Well," I replied rubbing my chin as if thinking hard, "it all started on the train with that greasy git over there-" I said thumbing behind me in said person's direction, Black laughed once more and Remus chuckled from across the table. I never knew Potter joked so much.

"How about you start a little closer to more recent events," Remus said smiling at me but the smile didn't quite reach his eyes, Remus pitied me too.

I stared down at my bowl of cereal which didn't look nearly as appetizing as it did earlier, "Oh, well, I kinda read her mail, ate her cereal, and, while she was telling me off for that, I asked if she wanted to make out."

Black laughed and clapped me on the back, "You have impeccable timing, mate!"

"I guess," I replied before I pushed the cereal over to Black and stood up, "Here, you can have this."

Black looked down at it and back up at me, all amusement gone from his face, "Are you sure, Prongs?"

"Yeah," I replied as I threw Potter's school bag over his shoulder, "I'm not hungry anymore, see you in Charms."

"Wait! You're not coming to Binns?" Remus inquired frowning at me.

Potter's hand jumped to his hair, "Naw, I'm not really in the mood for class right now." Or all the looks people are giving me.

"Okay, well, see you later, then," Remus replied and as I walked away, I overheard Black ask, "Was it something I said?" I guess Black really does care.

I hadn't really planned where I was gonna go after I left the Great Hall but Potter's feet seemed to be taking me some where and it wasn't until I was walking toward the Quidditch pitch that I knew how I was gonna be doing to kill time until next period: flying.

Normally, the thought of me soaring through the air at great heights with nothing more than a broomstick between me and the ground was frightening but, in Potter's body, all I felt was excitement and, as I got closer, I felt the adrenaline coarse threw his veins and started picking up pace. By the time I got to the Gryffindor broom-shed I had to take a moment to catch my breath before grabbing Potter's broom.

Soaring threw the air was amazing. The autumn air wasn't to hot or too cold and the ride was much smoother that it was in flying lessons. I guess a rich kid like Potter would have a higher quality broom. After doing a few fearless laps around the stadium, Potter's owl joined me and we raced around the grounds. I, now, understood why Potter seem to love this bird so much, he was a great flying buddy and fast too.

I slowed to a hovered so high above the pitch it looked no bigger than the size of one of my mother's pies. Oooh, blueberry pie, I thought as I started to salivate. I was starting to regret not finishing my breakfast. I leaned back on the broom crossing Potter's ankles on the handle to keep the broom level and rested his head on the bristles interweaving his fingers through them, for a sense of security, behind his head. Shazam perched on the toe of Potter's shoe. The sky was a beautiful blue color today with hardly a cloud in sight, "I've had a really weird day, so far, Shazam."

He hooted cocking his head to the side, "First I woke up in your Daddy's body, got into a fight with him, joked with Black, and now I'm skiving class on a broomstick talking to you."

I shot him a smile and he hooted again, "I don't know what I'm gonna do. Your Daddy said Remus and Black didn't do this and if not then who?"

He hooted once more, "And if I'm gonna act like just as much of an idiot as your Daddy usually does and with Potter inside my body, and from what I can tell, with my temper then how is any of this gonna get fixed?" Shazam flew up and land on the bristles above Potter's head before nuzzling Potter's forehead making me smile.

"You're a good owl, Shazam," I said reaching up and stroking his feathers while I enjoyed looking up at the sky and breathing the fresh air.

I didn't know how long we were up there for, an hour, maybe two, I knew a had seen a few small clouds come and go, but when I heard McGonagall's magnified voice I knew that, however long it had been, it was too long, "MR. POTTER, YOU GET DOWN HERE, NOW!"

"Well, Shazam, you heard the lady: she wants me down, now." and with that, an idea came to me, "Care for a game of chicken?" Shazam hooted and fell sideways of the broom and I quickly switched positions so I was laying forward on the broom and within seconds we were both flying, no falling, towards the ground and quickly gaining speed. Potter's memories told me that Shazam usually won this game but not this time and I would see to that. I laid as flat as I could on the broom and just before I pulled up, Shazam ditched and I was a foot from the ground, "YES!" Shazam did a few circles around my head and then flew off towards the Owlery.

"What do you think you're doing diving, at least, three hundred feet to the ground? How could you be so reckless? You could have gotten seriously hurt-" McGonagall reprimanded with a mixture of worry and anger played across her face.

"That dive was amazing!" Black interjected clapping me on the back grinning widely at me.

"I know, right! That's the longest dive I've ever made!" I replied grinning back but he shook his head, "Forget how long it was, I've never even seen a professional get that close to the ground! That took some guts, mate!"

"Can't you boys be serious for two seconds?" McGonagall asked exasperated looking at both of us as if we were crazy.

I threw an arm around Black's shoulders and replied cheekily, "This guy can!"

"Everyday!" Black added putting his arm around Potter's and we fist bumped as we laughed at the look on Minnie's face. I wasn't sure if it was the adrenaline running through Potter system that made me act so chummy with Black and gave me the nerve to twist my Professor's words or if I had just lost my mind but there was one thing I knew for sure: it was nice just being able to relax and joke around without worrying about my Perfect status or how a few detentions would look on my record.

"Come on Minnie, you know it was impressive," Remus said from McGonagall's side giving her a knowing look. She gave a slight smile, that was a shock for me, and rolled her eyes, "A little."

"YEAH! YOU SEE, PRONGS? EVEN MINNIE LIKED IT!" Black yelled excitedly putting me in a headlock and dug his knuckles into the top of Potter's head as I laughed.

McGonagall shook her head at us, that rare smile never leaving her face, "Come on, you two, break it up."

Black let go of me, I ran a hand through Potter's hair and I turned to her grinning, "So is there a reason why you decided to grace me with your presence outside of class today, Minnie?"

"As a matter of fact, there is, Potter," she replied her mannerism becoming more professional, "It has come to my attention that you have missed two classes today, also the Headmaster wishes to speak to you."

"I missed two classes today? That's weird, I thought it was the weekend," I said as I scratched the top of Potter's head as if confused and looked at Black, "Did you know about this?"

"Unfortunately I did, Prongs," he replied sadly as he patted Potter's shoulder.

"It's a conspiracy, I tell you! Father Time is trying to squash our spirit and I say, 'No! I will not let you steal me spirit!' Can I get an amen?" I said with as much convection I could muster and Black punched the air with the requested, "Amen!"

"If you didn't know you had classes today then why are you wearing your school robe," Minnie inquired but, even though her tone was serious, she looked slightly amused at our antics while she peered at us over her glasses.

"Black is very in this year," I replied and Black nodded vigorously while adding, "and slimming."

I elbowed Black and said, "Hopefully next year too," and he laughed at the perverted joke. McGonagall rolled her eyes, "Two weeks, Potter."

"Two weeks of teaching our Seeker how to do a proper dive? I completely agree!" Black nodded his agreement. McGonagall crossed her arms over her chest raising an eyebrow, "Two weeks detention with Filch, Potter."

"The bidding has started at two weeks! Wound ya' give three? Would ya' go three? Would ya' bid three? Would ya' give three to him?" Black chanted like an auctioneer selling an old clock. Remus raised his hand, "Yep!"

"Three weeks to this fine young man!" I posed accordingly, "Wound ya' give four? Would ya' go four? Would ya' bid four? Would ya'-"

"One month!" McGonagall interjected looking a little confused at the route this conversation had taken.

"One month, lady and gentleman! Wound ya' give one and a quarter? Would ya' go one and a quarter? Would ya' bid one and a quarter? Would ya' give one and a quarter to him?"

Remus raised his hand, "Yep!"

"One and a quarter to this big strong man!" I flexed Potter's muscles, "Wound ya' give one and a half? Would ya' go one and a half? Would ya' bid one and a half? Would ya' give one and a half to him?

"Two!" McGonagall seemed to be having a little fun with it now.

"Two folks! Wound ya' give three? Would ya' go three? Would ya' bid three? Would ya' give three to him?"

Remus winked at me from McGonagall's side, "Yep!"

"Three! We're on a rolled today! Wound ya' give four? Would ya' go four? Would ya' bid four? Would ya' give four hours to him?"

"Yep!" McGonagall replied seemingly unaware of what Black just pulled; I was instantly impressed. Now, instead of two weeks of detention magically appearing on Filch's detention schedule, only four hours would appear.

"The bidding is now at four! Wound ya' give five? Would ya' go five? Would ya' bid five? Would ya' give five to him? Going once? Going twice? Sold to the beautiful, young Professor!" Black grabbed McGonagall's hand and shook it, "It was a pleasure doing business with you!"

Remus grabbed the arm of my robe, "I'll escort him to the Headmaster's office," and then we ran of in the direction of the castle.

I couldn't believe what I had just witnessed. Sirius Black had just tricked McGonagall into giving me one night of detention instead of two weeks worth and out smarting our Head of House was not an easy thing to accomplish, I wasn't even sure if it had ever happened before, and I couldn't help but respect that. I made the realization, right then, of exactly why Remus was such good friends with him: Sirius was a genius.