"Lily! Is that you?" Cherry yelled from a compartment window as the blast from the train drowned out her voice. Lily tried to get on the train through the masses of students to answer, but the kids were packed tight. Lily wove between a talkative pair of Hufflepuffs and stumbled clumsily past a cowering group of blurry first years.
"I trip over them EVERY year!" Lily muttered agitatedly. She finally hopped on the train, only to be greeted with swarms of conversing students. Frustrated, Lily swerved and ducked around students, waving politely to the ones she knew as she went along. Suddenly, as Lily passed one of the compartments, a spell full on blasted her clear against the wall. Her red hair broke free from the band, her glasses shattered into pieces and Lily lay crippled, out cold on the floor.
"Oh crap," a low silky voice cursed quickly. A tall, tan, and muscular James Potter rushed over to the fallen body. He scooped her up and brought her quickly into the compartment gently; muttering how much trouble they'd undoubtedly be in if a prefect saw them. She stirred remotely.
He sat down tenderly with her in his arms on the compartment bench. "Wow," he said as he looked down at the girl's face.
He ran his hands suavely through his own disheveled, dark, chocolate locks "Nice going Sirius!" James said just above a whisper with a cross between sarcasm and true admiration in his voice. He leaned over her body; "She's out cold!"
"Sirius, most girls are head over heels for you already! You didn't have to help this poor girl off her feet like that," smiled Remus Lupin, slightly reprehensive. His pensive eyes betrayed his worry for the girl, however.
"Hey- it's not my fault! I thought I saw that slimy Slytherin, Snape!" snarled the teen, his steel silver eyes glinting with hatred. He swept his midnight bangs to the side of his bronzed skin. He glanced gorgeously at the girl. "Remus, you know I don't go for redheads. Too emotional… She's cute though." He said, attempting to lighten the mood.
Lily blurred into the light. She could hear voices but couldn't stop her swimming head. She thought some people were talking about a cute girl. One was talking about the girl's lustrous long curly hair. She was apparently very pretty.
Lily could care less. She had a serious migraine and the only relief she had came from the comfortable, warm support beneath her. Without opening her eyes, Lily snuggled deeper, groaning in pain. Slowly her head stopped circling and her eyes flickered open with retracting and immediate pain.
"Where am I?" she asked. An attractive face gazed down at his shoulder. His golden eyes looked familiar and soft but she couldn't put a name to that lovely face.
"Well lucky miss, you are the coveted lap of Mister James Potter- star Quidditch Seeker and soon to be leader of the Gryffindor House Quidditch Team," Sirius Black bragged fancily.
That woke her up. The Pot-head guy! It was James Potter: the enemy of her best friend. Her eyes went wide as she realized she was leaning on the warm comfortable shoulder of James Potter the vile contender for Gryffindor Quidditch team leader. She tried to get up but her head started swimming.
"Aaaggh!" Lily whimpered in pain, grasping her temples. "Get a physician!"
Lily clutched her head in agony only to hear the blaring answer, "We can't; none are on the train. It's best if you just stayed where you are. You don't mind, do you?
"You've got the most comfortable seat in the house," James smiled mischievously. Lily recoiled. He was the enemy!!
"Which one of you imbeciles cursed me?" Lily gasped out between throbbing stabs of her head ache.
"Guilty," one of the blurs said. He came into and out of focus sporadically.
Lily grasped on to consciousness, "What curse?"
"Doesn't matter…it got a little out of hand- that's all… I didn't see you and it was meant for someone else," the unfocusing and refocusing blur explained. Its voice came slowly and distortedly.
"Doesn't stop the pain," Lily gritted her teeth struggling to get up.
"You don't look so great," a small fuzzy figure exclaimed worriedly. She wobbled up and a clear picture of the compartment came at last. James was at the door. Lily wondered how he had gotten there so fast.
"Keen observation" she muttered. "Move," she ordered, pain crinkling her brow.
"No, you need to sleep. Stop moving around so much! You are just going to hurt yourself."
She pulled out her wand, "Don't make me---" but before she could finish, her vision blurred and she fell forward into the arms of the despicable loathsome handsome James Potter once again.
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