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Well here is the second chapter, and like with the first chapter, I unfortunately did not have the help of my brilliant beta crushed-lilyflower. So like before if there are any problem, please forgive me.

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Chapter 2

Lily woke with a headache thumping behind her temples. With a groan she sat up and blinked. For a moment she thought she was blind, as she couldn't see her own hands. Then she realized that she was in a very dark place. Why she was here, and how she had gotten here, she didn't know. When she heard a groan from somewhere beside her, she jumped with fright.

"Hello?" she asked tentatively. "Is someone there?"

"Who are you?" a male voice demanded. For a moment Lily was sure she had heard that voice before, but she shrugged it off.

"I'm Lily Evans. And you?"

"James Potter," the boy introduced himself. Why did that name sound familiar? "What are we doing here?"

"That is the question I have been asking myself."

"Do you have an answer?"

"No."

"Oh."

"Yeah."

"I wish we had some light. It's really quite dark in here." Moments after he said it, the space was flooded with light.

"Oh that's bright." Lily said and shielded her eyes with her hand. Once her eyes had adjusted, she realized that they must be in some kind of cupboard. The space was only about five feet wide and seven feet high. After surveying the cupboard, her eyes focused on her companion. He had unruly black hair and his hazel eyes were blinking behind round glasses. Even though he was sitting down, Lily estimated his height at just over six feet.

"Where are we?" James asked.

"Another question I don't have an answer to."

"Is there a door somewhere around here?"

"Yes," Lily said and pointed. "Look over there."

Potter stood up and when he stretched, his palms laying flat on the ceiling. He stepped to the door and tried to turn the brass door handle. When nothing happened, he shoved the door.

"It won't open," he said after trying to ram the door open with his shoulders (which, Lily noticed, seemed to incredibly broad). Then felt his pockets and then looked worried when he didn't find what he was looking for. "I don't have my wand."

"Neither have I," Lily said slightly panicky after searching her own pockets.

"So what do we do?"

"I don't think there's much we can do," Lily pointed out.

"Great, so we're stuck!"

If I'm stuck in here, Lily thought, at least I'm stuck with a good looking boy. Dorcas would be jealous. As soon as the thought crossed her mind, Lily felt a blush creeping up her neck.

"Ah well," he said after a while. He turned towards her and seemed to study her. Lily imagined she must be looking quite... rumpled after having slept in a broom cupboard. She was surprised, however when a slow grin spread across his face.

"I'm sorry, but have we met before?"

"Is that some sort of lame pick up line?" Lily demanded angrily. She wasn't so sure if it was good to have him around, after all. She heard him give an appreciative chuckle.

"No," he said. "If I were using a lame pick up lines, I would be saying something along the lines of "Do you know CPR? Because you're taking my breath away."

"Yeah, that is pretty lame," Lily agreed, and even though she knew he wasn't actually using the line on her, a slight smile tugged at her lips. "But not the worst I've heard."

"Really, what is the worst then?"

"There's a couple of them actually. One is "Can I have your address, because I seemed to have misplaced mine?" or "Are you Jamacian? Cause you sure are Ja-makin' me crazy.""

"I need to remember those," James said with such sincerity it made Lily laughed.

"Let me just warn you, that they do not have a very high success rate."

"That, depends entirely on the way you deliver them," James said arrogantly. Lily laughed again. "But back to my original point, have we met before?"

"Why?"

"I don't know," James said thoughtfully as he looked at her intently. "It just feels like I've met you before."

Lily looked James over once again, taking in the detail of his strong jaw, straight nose and high cheekbones. Suddenly a strange feeling overcame her. It was as if she had a snippet of memory in front of her, but as soon as she tried to grab it, it flew out of her reach.

"I don't think so," she said slowly. "But you do seem awfully familiar."

"Maybe we've met in a past life," James joked. Lily laughed although that idea didn't seem so far off to her.

"As far as I can recall, this is my first time on planet Earth."

"So you're an alien?" he asked, his eyes bulging. He backed away from her slowly as if frightened to scare her.

"Yeah my UFO's parked on the roof," Lily rolled her eyes.

"What's an UFO?"

"Are you muggle-born?"

"No, I'm pureblood."

"That would explain it."

"So what is an UFO?"

"Unidentified Flying Object. Thing that are known to be the transport vehicles of aliens. Usually they look like a flying saucer."

"How can they look like flying saucers, if they are unidentifiable?"

"Why do you ask questions that I cannot answer?"

"Why don't you have the answers?" James countered.

"Because I don't usually get asked these kind of questions?"

"Why not?"

"Because," Lily said starting to get annoyed. "Not everyone goes looking for stupid questions to ask people who can't give you the answers."

"Touchy," James laughed.

"Sorry," Lily sighed. "It's just that this is so weird."

"Tell me about it. But we might as well use this opportunity to get to know each other."

"Small talk?"

"Not necessarily. Usually the first question I ask every girl is "What's your favourite Quidditch team?" but we can skip that if you want."

"I don't support any Quidditch team. What?" Lily asked urgently when she heard a painful gasp.

"This thing between us is over."

"What thing between us?"

"The whole vibe we had going on, it's all gone now."

"Damn, and here I was coming up with baby names."

"I cannot bear to have children with a woman who does not like Quidditch."

"I never said I don't like it, I just said that I don't support a Quidditch team."

"Maybe there's hope for us yet," James amended and grinned at her. Lily felt her heart beat a little faster.

"I take it you play?"

"I take it you don't?"

"No."

"And here we go again. If we're going to make this relationship work, you're going to have to make some sacrifices."

"As long as it doesn't involve me playing Beater without a bat, I'm game."

"I promise you, the Bludger isn't the thing that will be hitting on you."

"O.K. I take back what I said. Those pickup lines before pale in comparison to how lameness of that one."

"I wasn't trying to pick you up, I was trying to keep you from falling down," James said wittily.

"As long as it isn't my heart falling, I'll be fine."

"I'll keep it safe for you," he offered.

"As long as I get yours in return," Lily bargained. It surprised her on how flirty she was with him. She didn't usually have these kind of conversations with the male species, but it was so easy to talk to him.

"Oh you're good at this. My mate Sirius would love you."

"I'm sorry, I only have one heart to give away."

"And I already called dibs on that one."

"I dunno about that. What does your friend look like?"

"Oh he's ugly," James assured her hurriedly. "No-where near as good looking as me."

"He must be pretty handsome then, if you see him as a threat."

"He's no threat to me. His face is too hollow, his nose too crooked, his eyes too blue and his hair too long."

"I'm going to tell him you said that."

"Be sure to do that. He'll thank me forever for the compliment I just paid him."

"That was not even close to a compliment."

James snorted.

"For us that's like declaring our undying love for each other."

"You don't need to declare that. You already know that you love each other," Lily observed.

"Excuse me?" James spluttered. "I'm not... gay."

"Oh I know. That's not what I meant. The two of you love each other like brothers. Your face has this expression when you talk about him."

"You do think I'm gay. How am I supposed to convince you to marry me now?"

"Not possible. I think I would prefer your friend. He sounds seriously hot."

"You would never have a chance of a relationship with him now. He hates those Sirius, serious puns. And that one wasn't even that creative," James huffed.

"You're just jealous that I called him hot and not you."

"I don't need you to call me that. I know that I'm hot and if I turn on my famous Potter charms you won't be able to resist me."

"Famous Potter charm?" Lily asked.

"My father used them on my mother. She was supposed to marry this snobby bloke her family had set her up with. My dad turned up at the wedding, apologized to the guy she literally ditched at the altar and they eloped together."

"Are you serious?" Lily gasped through fits of laugher.

"No. I'm James."

"Funny. But seri... honestly. Is that true about your parents?"

"Sure. They married the same day. My father saw no point in wasting any time when my mum was already in her wedding dress."

"How did her parents react?"

"They never talked to her again, but still left her a heap of money when they died. My dad's family acted as if they were disappointed in him, but secretly I think they were quite proud of him in that whacky sort of way."

"I know what you mean," Lily sighed. "Blimey, I wish my parents had met that way."

"How did your parents meet?"

"My dad spilled a cup of coffee over my mum's blouse. When he tried to help her wipe the coffee off, she accused him of trying to feel her up. Unfortunately, there was a police officer close by and my dad had to spend the night in jail. Next day, he literally ran into my mum, knocked her off her feet. He helped her back up, handed her her handbag. This time she accused him of trying to mug her. Because they were so close to the station there were plenty of people to take him in. Afterwards she felt sorry for him, bailed him out and made him buy her a cup of coffee."

"How did your mum manage to get him to buy her a cup of coffee after she got him arrested twice?"

"With a little something called the Flower's charm that runs right through the female line of her family."

"Huh?"

"Well, my mum's great great-grandmother's name was Marigold – yes I know not a very niece name - , her daughter's name was Rose, Roses' daughter's name was Viola and my mother's name is

Violet-"

"You're Lily-"

"And my sister is Petunia. Flower Charm," Lily concluded.

"Why does it upset you?"

"Excuse me?"

"Why does it upset you to talk about your sister?"

"It doesn't," Lily said, her back going up.

"Don't lie. I can see it in your eyes. If you don't want to talk about it just tell me. I won't push about it. There are several family secrets I wouldn't want to share with you."

"Like what?"

"Like the fact that my great grandfather Bill is convinced that he is actually a vampire and he goes around trying to bite people's neck."

"Little blood sucker."

"Indeed. But you managed to get me of the topic."

"Which was?"

"Why it upsets you to talk about your sister?"

Lily considered it. She hadn't known him for very long, but at the same time she felt like she'd known him forever. Something about him made her feel comfortable made her think she could trust him. Maybe it was time to tell someone about it. Maybe...

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