Chapter 3!!!! YAY!!!

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Me: I OWN IT ALL!!! HAHAHAHA!! insane laugh Thunder crashes and lightning flashes.

James (Potter): uhh… are you alright?

Me: WHO NEEDS TO BE ALRIGHT IF THEY OWN EVERYTHING!!!!!!!

James: Oh… so your J.K. Rowling?

Me: No…

James: In other words…

Me: I own nothing… damn.

James: patting me on the back It's ok… the first step to recovery is acceptance.

James was walking toward the Great Hall with Sirius and Remus.

He was laughing at them. Yep, laughing right at them for one reason and one reason only: He had found them strung up in a tree, but the best part was they had been put there by two girls half their size.

This day couldn't get any better for James and, unbeknownst to him, it wouldn't.

The three walked to dinner together and sat near the middle in their usual seats. James was still chuckling at his best friends when they all sat down and the table filled with food beyond compare. This, the chuckling, caused Sirius to throw a roll at James, miss and hit, who else but Professor McGonagall as she walked by.

James and Remus tried, nearly unsuccessfully, to hold back their hysterical laughter.

"Mister Black," McGonagall was not happy. "Would kindly explain why you threw a piece of food at another person like a child?"

"Well, you see Professor," Sirius began hesitantly. "I was reaching for a roll when…" suddenly struck with a brilliant plan to get back at James, Sirius continued on without fault. "When Jamesie here hexed with the Twitching Hex and the roll just flew. I'm really sorry Professor."

James looked as if he had been hit upside the head with a frying pan.

Professor McGonagall looked livid.

"Mister Potter," the Transfiguration Professor now switched her attention on him. "Did you think that a hex at dinner would be amusing? I may consider a two week detention for your childish behavior, unless-"

"James," Clover shouted as she and Amy came to a halt in front of the three boys and Professor.

"Miss Fowler," the Professor scolded but she was merely brushed aside.

"James, I need the password to your common room."

Now everyone was interested and McGonagall just watched.

"Why?" James asked.

"Lily wasn't at lunch and we haven't seen her since after breakfast. Please James what is the password?"

"Chesawoodel, but…" He stopped mid-sentence as both girls raced away leaving four very stunned and confused people in their wake.

Clover and Amy reached the Head Common Room worried and short of breath. They entered using the password given to them by the Head Boy with untidy black hair and raced to towards the door that had 'Lily Evans, Head Girl' inscribed on it.

Hoping they were just being the over-reactive females they could be, Amy and Clover walked over to their friends form.

Both looked down at the red head and realized, with imminent relief, that Lily was sleeping, just sleeping. Neither girl noticed the fading tear stains or the letter on the floor. Amy bent down and lightly shook Lily's shoulder, trying to wake up the red head.

"Hmm?" Lily slowly sat up. Why do I feel like there's a kilogram of lead in my skull? Lily thought groggily.

"Hello, Sleeping Ugly," Amy greeted cheerfully.

"Isn't it 'Sleeping Beauty'?" Clover asked.

"Yeah," Amy said, "but Lily is no where near a Beauty when she sleeps," the two girls laughed, but Lily was still trying to take in her surroundings. Looking around her room, she saw a piece of parchment, blank side up, on the floor. It all came back to her.

Lily buried her head under her pillow and began to weep again. "Lily?" Amy asked with concern. "Lily, what's wrong?"

"Nothing," Lily wept. "Just go away."

"Hon," Clover tried. "Talk to us. What's up?"

"NOTHING! Just, please, leave," Lily kept crying.

"No," Clover said almost harshly. "Lillian Evans, sit up right this instant and tell us what's wrong."

Lily cried harder and didn't speak, but she didn't need to. Amy caught sight of the paper on the ground and went to go pick it up. After reading, like Lily, only the first few lines, Amy handed the letter to Clover and hugged her best friend. "Oh, Lils," she whispered. "I'm so sorry."

All three girls fell asleep offering and accepting comfort with tear stains on their faces.

James, Sirius, and Remus had decided to go to the Heads Common Room and find out what was wrong. Each brought some form of food from dinner, not for themselves, but for the girls who had missed the wonderful meal.

Upon entering, they found the common room empty. They all silently agreed that James would go and see if they were in Lily's room, so Remus and Sirius set up a game of Wizards Chess and watched their friend go into the lions den.

When James reached the door, instead of just walking in as he would have done in third year, he knocked once… twice… three times. Now he just walked in.

Seeing all three girls fast asleep, James weighed his options: he could wake them all and risk the wrath of at least two very unhappy females, not wake them at all and therefore face the wrath of three very unhappy, unfed females, or…

James walked over to Amy's sleeping form and began to lightly shake the blond haired girl. James' theory was thus: wake up the least temper mental of the three and let her wake up the other two.

Amy sat up somewhat unsteadily, still in her own dream state. "Yes, James?" Amy managed to croak out once aware of her surroundings. "What do you want?"

"Well, you guys missed dinner and Lily missed two meals today, so we brought you guys some food."

"Oh, thanks," Amy swung her feet to the floor, stood, and stretched. "I'll get the other two. If you tried, it would be a death wish." James laughed a little at this, but then realized she wasn't completely joking.

"I'll meet you downstairs," James mumbled on his way out. He walked downstairs and waited with his two friends for the girls. Five minutes later all three girls came downstairs. Although none of them looked happy, Lily looked particularly depressed and all three boys couldn't help but wonder why.

They ate in silence. Clover and Amy felt like animals on parade with the three pairs of male eyes that seemed to be super glued onto their every movement. Lily, however, was completely oblivious to the six watchful orbs.

Amy and Clover understood completely why their friend was off in her own world and unusually quiet. Sirius and Remus let it go as a that-time-of-the-month-thing. James, on the other hand was silently vowing to find out what, or who, had hurt his red haired angel.

It was breakfast Monday morning when Lily received a letter; it looked oddly familiar with its thick parchment and green ink, via brown school owl. She looked around to see if anyone, the writer perhaps, was looking at her. Lily wondered who on earth would write to her. Her parents… oh it hut to think of them… her parents were the only people she ever received mail from while in school.

Who on earth…? Lily thought as she slowly opened the envelope. Her two friends looked on with open curiosity. The red head took out a lighter piece of parchment and read to herself and her friends:

Miss. Evans,

If you would kindly meet me in my office before classes I have something I need to speak to you about. Professor Slughorn is aware that you will miss his class, but this is highly important. My password is 'Reese-puff.'

-Professor Dumbledore

Lily looked at the teachers table to see her headmasters eyes fixated on her. The grandfatherly wizard gave her a sad smile and a nod, he then returned to his conversation with the Muggle Studies professor.

After breakfast, Lily made her way to the headmaster's office and Clover and Amy went to the dungeons for Potions. Both gave their green-eyed friend a hug for reassurance and then promised that when she came to class they would catch her up.

Thanking them, Lily made her way to the stone gargoyle. "Reese-puff," she recited and what had been immovable rock seconds before, now leapt aside so she could make her way up the winding stair case.

Lily knocked and then walked into the spacious room where the headmaster was, "Come in, Miss Evans."

Potions began that day as it always did: with roll call. When Slughorn called, "Evans, Lily," and no one answered he chuckled and muttered, "Right, Headmaster's office." He was not loud enough for the entire class to hear this, but the people in the first row did hear this side comment.
James Potter had been three seconds, mere seconds, late for his potions class. He didn't get detention or have to sit next to Peter and be his partner. No, his punishment was worse, much worse: he had to sit in the very front, next to Snivellus… oh the horror.

"Evans, Lily," Slughorn called. James looked around the room when nobody answered. "Right, Headmaster's office," James heard Slughorn mutter. After hearing this remark, James was struck with a brilliant idea.

"Professor?" James called out after attendance had been taken.

"Yes, Mister Potter?" Slughorn sauntered over to tend to his pupil.

"Professor, I'm afraid I don't feel well. I think the sausage at breakfast was bad. May I go to the nurse?" James asked with his most pained expression.

"Of course, of course," he said waving a hand. "I thought the sausage smelt funny."

James slowly left the classroom and then, once the door was shut, ran to the headmaster's office.

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