A/N: Just F.Y.I., Lily and James are NOT dating here. It's the beginning of 7th year, and they have just become friendly. Just so you know…Oh, and James will not die. Like purtyinpink71121 said, James is much to sexy to die. On with the story:

If you tell anyone what happened, we'll kill him.

If you tell anyone what happened, we'll kill him.

If you tell anyone what happened, we'll kill him.

The words ran through Lily's head continually. We'll kill him. What was she supposed to do? Tears ran down her face as she slumped back onto her pillows. If she didn't tell Madame Pomfrey who had attacked James, he could die anyway. What if she couldn't figure out what curse had been put on James? When she had taken him down to the hospital wing, he was bloody and bruised all over, lying immobile on the stretcher she had conjured. What if he died anyway? What if it was all her fault?

Despite her initial loathing of James Potter, she had begun to like him a bit. He had grown on her since the start of the year. She now enjoyed talking to him, liked looking into his chocolate eyes and lightheartedly ruffling his sticking-out black hair. She liked being friends with him. They had nice conversations now, replacing the old ones, with him asking her out and her insulting him. He had changed. And although she would never reveal it to anyone, Lily clandestinely knew that if James asked her out again, she would almost certainly say yes.

If you tell anyone…

What? What could they do? If she told, Dumbledore would obviously suspend Malfoy and Snape, and they could even go to Azkaban.

"That's it!" Lily declared, jumping off her bed. "I'll tell!"

"No you bloody well won't."

Lily turned. Her best friend, Alice Martin, stood in the doorway, a hideous glare plastered on her face.

"Al, what are you talking about?"

"I'm not Alice."

Before Lily's eyes, the mouse-brown hair and pale blue eyes of here best friend changed. The person that stood in front of her now had shiny, platinum blonde hair and darting brown eyes. Malfoy.

"You see, you filthy little mudblood, Severus and I figured you would use your tiny little brain eventually. You were bound to think that if you told anybody who attacked Potter, they'd immediately rush to protect that spoilt little horror. All the teachers love him, the freak. So we figured that we'd just have to…keep you from telling anyone."

"What're you going to do, Malfoy? Kill me?"

Malfoy laughed, a cold, harsh laugh that sent chill running up and down Lily's back. "No, no, you stupid girl. That would be too boring. We want enjoyment."

He pulled his wand out of his coat pocket. Before Lily could do so much as open her mouth, a jet of light hit her square in the chest and sent her spiraling, twirling, flying into the bookcase. Books and china figurines were scattered across the floor, many hitting her on the head.

Malfoy let out one last laugh before scuttling out of the room. Lily lay in a confused heap on the ground, thick, heavy books all around her. Only one thought ran through her mind:

What the hell?

"Miss Evans! Miss Evans open this door immediately!"

Lily stood up, shook her head and opened the heavy mahogany door. "Yes?"

Minerva McGonagall, Albus Dumbledore, and the minister of magic stood in front of her.

"Come with us, Miss Evans. You've got a lot of talking ahead of you."

IIIII

Minutes later, Lily found herself sitting in Dumbledore's office, all three adults standing above her.

"Miss Evans, Madame Pomfrey says you brought Mr. Potter down to the hospital wing, is that correct?"

Lily nodded.

"What happened before that?"

"Well, we were in the Gryffindor common room, celebrating the Quidditch match, and then James and I went to the kitchens to get food, and we left, and then…"

"And then what?"

Lily shook her head. She brought her head up and looked into the bright blue eyes of Professor Dumbledore.

"I-I don't remember."

A/N: Bum-bum-bum… Sorry for the shortness, this story is kinda harder to write than my others… likey?