Of Heart Breaks and Blood Stains

Chapter 2 – She's a Stunner

Summary:

Marauders era. all of our favorite marauder era characters, switch up their personalities, throw them into the cauldron and set it to simmer. Add in some lust, greed, betrayal, tragedy, drama, and craziness and you'll get exactly what you're looking for. It's time you took a peek at Hogwart's darker side. Eventual Cannon.

Disclaimer:

If I owned Harry Potter would I really be on this site? XD

James's POV

Family was something I held very dear to me. You'd never know, considering I don't know where my family is half the time, but my friends do count as family in my book. I value my friends like a poor man values gold. Most people find me intimidating, and don't wish to affiliate with me. Which is fine, usually, sometimes I like to be alone. Other times, however, I do like company. I'm grateful for the friends who actually put up with me and my 'anti-social' bullshit. Those few pretty much make my life worth living. I'd take a curse for a friend any day.

Some people, however, could crawl into a hole and die and I wouldn't care. If they somehow ended up with some sort of life threatening injury, or got ran over by the Hogwarts Express, or, I dunno, got eaten by house elves, I wouldn't be upset at all. Some people just have the ability to push my buttons to the point where I can't help but throw a punch at them. I hate teachers the most because they always harp on me about 'time management'. And the worst part? I can't even throw a fist their way without getting into some monumental trouble, you know? Most teachers can go crawl in a hole and die and it would make my life so much easier.

If there is one thing I hate in the world, it would be time management. I don't see the point in quartering time for various activities when you can just wing it and live a little. Perhaps that is the reason I simply cannot stand deadlines, professors, and pretty much anything relating to school in any way. Procrastination should be a sport, and I'd be voted MVP.

That's exactly what I was doing, procrastinating. I lounged against the wall in a hallway off of the main corridor, impatiently tapping the box of cigarettes in my hand. A bit muggle of me, I'm aware, but there just was nothing like a tobbaco fix. Just as I was about to light one, I heard footsteps approaching. With a frown, I stashed away my cigarettes to, uh, greet the intruder.

"Hey," said the voice. I grinned.

"Hey, Sirius." I greeted my friend as he approached me. "I thought you were Filch for a moment."

Sirius Black has been my best friend for as long as I can remember. My family and I had moved into an old wizard neighborhood some time back, to where Sirius lived down the street. Sirius's mum was an old bat, loony and harsh, with no consideration for people. I guess you can say my family and I became Sirius's safe house.

I couldn't help but notice his hair again. It had gotten longer, I noted. His hair grows like a weed. It appeared that he just lopped off the edges with a butter knife when they got to annoying. I'm kind of jealous of his hair. It's like, effortlessly disheveled in a way that you could tell it was intentional. On the other hand, my hair just stuck up in every direction, hung over my eyes, and had a surprising amount of layers, considering I never cut it.

"Hey! I'm offended!" Sirius joked. "I don't smell that bad."

I snickered softly as Sirius joined me and leaned against the wall.

"So what were you doing?" he asked me.

I glanced his way, observing his bright neon pants and obnoxious shirt. "Thinking about taking a drag." I replied, pointing to the box in my cloak pocket.

"Me too?"

"No."

"Really, James, not even a light?" he joked, reaching up to pat down a lock of my hair that probably had just sprung up on it's own accord.

I shook my head. "Padfoot, no. Seriously man, I could get totally busted for this."

Suddenly we both heard the shuffling of feet and a breathy giggle. I frowned, it was probably just another one of Sirius's fan girls, the damn player. I stood up straighter and pushed my self off the wall, striding forward and trying to appear as menacing as possible. Contrary to popular belief, I'm a very insecure person. Most people misconceive the way I introvert myself for mysteriousness and aloofness, which is alright. I mean, I don't really care. I self medicate myself with drugs and alcohol to treat my extreme social anxiety. It's funny the way people can miss judge things.

I squared my shoulders and called out, "Oi, who's there?"

I guess you could say I was pleasantly surprised when a beautiful girl walked around the corner. Vibrantly red hair, tied at the base of her neck in a low bun, with a stick and a quill sticking out of it. I got a distinct vibe from her, almost as if she was on a different frequency than most people. You could sense from her aura that there was something different than most, and I have always been curious and couldn't help but wonder what the reason was for her odd aura. She was short and slender, I was a good head or two taller than her, but then again I'm a pretty tall guy. But man, those eyes! Big and green, fringed with a thick mass of long eye lashes and smudged with eyeliner, making the brightness of her eyes glow like a cat's. It gave her a wild look, like a predator, and it just screamed "bedroom eyes". I shared a look with Sirius, who was grinning at me.

I couldn't help but smile. "And who do we have here?" My voice sounded quiet, even to my ears. I'm terrible with speaking, which I suppose is reason for me not talking more often. I tried to toughen myself up, so I stepped forward and skimmed the edge of her collar with my index finger.

"E-Evans." she said. "Lily Evans."

Her stuttering was too cute, my smile flickered stronger.

"Stop it, Prongs. You'll scare the poor girl." said Sirius; who, like me, was enjoying this. "I'd say she can't be more than a fifth year…"

I could tell by the way the girl, Lily, stood and the sudden change in her demeanor, that Sirius had struck a nerve. Suddenly, she didn't seem meek or shy.

"Sixth, actually." she said, her voice was cold and flat.

I quirked a brow in surprise. So that must mean she was in my year? I didn't remember her, but then again, I never really socialize to begin with.

I could here Sirius snickering. "Look, James! We've got ourselves a live one. I think it's those big green eyes that make her seem so…fragile?"

So it wasn't just me who thought her eyes were noticeable? That made me feel remarkably better. My pulse was quickening as I waited for her reaction.

She pursed her lips, crossing her arms. "You watch your mouth."

I couldn't help it, I laughed. It was so unexpected and completely uncharacteristic for a female to blatantly refuse Sirius that way. Usually women just melted against him, whether it was his voice or charmingness, I wasn't sure. I took a step back to watch her, gazing at her intently as I tried to figure out how her mind worked. Lily Evans sure was a sight to see.

I laughed again. "So she's in our year! You know what they say about Red Heads, eh Sirius?" I joked, referring to their fiery temper. Leave it to Sirius to make it into something perverted.

"Oh yes, I hear they give very good - "

Suddenly he was cut off by a flash of light and he crumpled to the floor. Surprised, I rushed to his side, in time to see a flash of red hair turn the corner and dart away. I cursed under my breath, worried beyond belief as I check the pulse of my friend. I was panicking. Something like this pretty much never happened to me because people were so afraid to talk while in my presence, yet alone curse an obviously good friend of mine! Fortunately, Sirius was only stunned, as I hefted him over my shoulders and took him to the infirmary. I didn't trust myself to use a counter curse and risk something serious for Sirius. (If I was feeling better, I would've laughed at the irony.)

As I trudged along the corridor, my mind stayed put on Lily Evans. She took me by such surprise, the way she spoke and reacted. I realized didn't like it. I don't like surprises. I don't like being unprepared.

Madam Pomfrey was busy attending another patient while I dragged Sirius through the door's threshold. Madam Pomfrey took one look at us, shook her head, and tsked under her breath. "What is it that you two have gotten into now?" she asked.

I glanced down at the immobile Sirius before muttering something about an accident. Madam Pomfrey didn't look like she believed me, but she, like all the rest, thought I was just being aloof and 'not cooperating with authority'.

She set him right with a flick of her wand, and Sirius sprang to life, practically yelling obscenities.

"Merlin's pants, frog spawn soup, what in the name--"

"That is enough, Black! I will not have you disturbing my patients!"

Sirius, stopped, winced and murmured an apology and steered me back out of the infirmary. "James, what the hell happened back there?!" Sirius exclaimed, rubbing his arms to relieve the tension from him being stunned. I chuckled.

"I guess the Red Head gave us a run for our money."

A/N:

Whew! Another Chapter Down!

I like where this is going so far!

So now you get to peek at what James is like, and I hope you all don't mind how much I changed him. XD

If anyone can see a band reference in there, let me know and you'll be awarded an obnoxious amount of brownie points. Haha.

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-Alex