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TIMELINE: Part 1 in Roads Travelled. Post BTVS season 2, and during the Marauders last year at Hogwarts.
9 September
"Wingardium Leviosa."
"Wingardium Leviosa," Buffy repeated dutifully. It had now been four days since the first day of classes, and after another consultation with Dumbledore, Buffy erased Care of Magical Creatures from her schedule and moved her Herbology lesson, which she now had with the Slytherins, to Sirius and James' horror. Buffy personally didn't see what was so bad about that, unless all Slytherins were the reincarnation of all evil. And, as much as the two Marauders had tried to convince her that that was a fact, Buffy hadn't believed them.
With her adjusted schedule, one of the free periods took place at the same time as Remus'. This was why they now were together in the library, repeating basic first-year spells – or, in Buffy's case trying them out, for the very first time.
"Very good," Remus praised grinning.
The feather was now floating several inches above the table, and Buffy was delighted. Maybe she didn't suck at this after all…
"Do it again, but with a little more force. That should make it rise higher."
Buffy's eyes narrowed in concentration, and did the flick and switch movement again, a little more forcefully. "Wingardium Leviosa," she said clearly, and the feather shot straight up, hitting the ceiling, where it exploded. Buffy winced as the ashes – all that was left of the feather - gently floated down and landed on the table.
Remus smiled, finding the way her cheeks grew red rather adorable. "You'll get the hang of it. After a while, it will be like second nature to you – you'll just know how much force to put in the spell to make the object float to the exact height you want to. Same with every spell, really."
Buffy, who was pouting slightly because of her mistake, frowned in concentration.
Buffy kept levitating feathers, working on controlling the power put behind it. Remus was watching her with a smile on his face, occasionally giving her a pointer or correcting her grip.
"You're a good teacher, Re," Buffy said suddenly.
Remus' eyes widened, surprised at the sudden new nickname, and he scratched his neck in embarrassment, blushing slightly. "Do you think so?"
"Yes," Buffy stated. "After all, I've never done an ounce of this kind of magic – eh, with a wand that's right for me - and yet, you're here, patiently showing me everything. And, since I'm not complaining, you can't be that bad, can you? Plus, I'm catching up quickly."
"That may just as well be because you're a good student," Remus mumbled, growing redder every second.
Buffy grinned, her blue-green eyes glittering in amusement. "You're way too modest, Professor," she teased, and Remus' blush deepened once more.
The two fell into a comfortable silence again, with only Buffy speaking up to say the spell every few seconds. After a while, though, she turned to back to Remus.
"Is the power behind the spell different, depending on the mass and weight of the object you want to…eh…how do you put it…" Buffy frowned. "Magic around? Spell? Charm? Curse? Hex?"
"I think the word you're looking for is enchant," Remus supplied helpfully. "But, it depends on what kind of magic it is you're doing. If it is a hex, a curse, or a charm, you can use that."
"Right," Buffy nodded in understanding. "So…what about it? The mass and weight thing?"
"You're absolutely correct," Remus confirmed, making Buffy smile in delight. "If the object is light and small, you use less power than what you would if the object is big and heavy. It's just like Muggle science, really."
Buffy wrinkled her nose. "Science was never my strong point," she said. "To be perfectly honest, school in general wasn't my strong point."
Remus grinned, but rather absently, Buffy noted. He was looking at his watch.
"Do you have a date or something?" she quipped, but with no real feeling behind it. The sun would be setting soon, which was normally the time when Buffy could expect Angel to show up in her window…but never again.
Remus smiled wryly. "History of Magic," he said. "The teacher's a ghost – though sometimes I doubt he's aware of it. Anyway, the class works better than Sleeping Potion."
Buffy grinned. "I never liked history much either."
Remus smiled back. "Just keep practicing the charm on your own," he said, and conjured up a whole bunch of feathers. "Work on the levelling of your power, and maybe we can move on to the Locomotor spell tomorrow. It's a little more advanced version of what we did today," he added as he got sight of Buffy's uncomprehending look.
"It may seem like we're moving a little too fast, but you seem to get the hang of things quickly."
Buffy grinned, momentarily forgetting her sorrow. "So, you think I'll turn out to be good at this whole witch thing, eh?"
"I think," Remus said seriously, "from what I've seen, that you have a lot of raw, undeveloped talent." He started to pack up his books.
"And that means…?" Buffy trailed off nervously, wringing her hands.
Remus swung his bag over his shoulder, grinning. "That means you could become a very powerful witch, now that you have a wand that works for you. I'll see you later!"
"Bye," Buffy whispered back, shocked. The moment Remus was out of sight, she slumped down by the table, with a stupid grin spreading across her face. She rolled up her sleeves to above the elbows, and gripped her wand with new vigour, taking one feather from the stack Remus had conjured forth, and placing it in front of her.
"I'm going to rock at this whole witch thing," she told the feather with a determined face. "Wingardium Leviosa!"
10 September
Buffy sat in the Quidditch stands, biting her nails nervously, her eyes looking between the many Gryffindors that had showed up for the Quidditch tryouts, and her new, not yet flown, Cleansweep 4. She looked up, however, as she saw a shadow stand above her. "Sirius. Hi."
"Hi." Sirius buried his hands in the pockets of his jeans. "Why are you sitting up here, all by your lonesome?"
Buffy shrugged.
"Let me guess," Sirius scratching his jaw in fake confusion. "You're missing electricity."
Buffy rolled her eyes. "Not really, no."
"Hmm…hot, sunburned American boys?"
Buffy snorted. The only one she could say she missed was Angel, and he wasn't – hadn't been - sunburnt, or even close to it. "No."
"Well, then what can it be? Ah!" He pretended to lit up in understanding. "You want to try out, but are afraid to."
Buffy glared and Sirius smirked. "I think I hit the right spot."
"I have never flown a broom before in my entire life," Buffy sighed, standing up to leave. "This idea was stupid. I don't know why I bought the broom in the first place. It was a waste of money - "
Sirius grabbed her arm with one hand to hold her back, and the broom, which he thrust into her arms with the other. "You. Pitch. Fly. Now."
"I don't know how!" Buffy exclaimed.
"It's easy. If you're a natural, you'll get the hang of it quickly. If not, well," Sirius shrugged, "then you should probably give that broom to charity, since there are lots of hopefuls down there that have flown since before they could walk."
"You're not really helping my confidence any, you know," Buffy muttered.
Sirius grinned. "Just get down there, and show us what you've got. Even if you embarrass yourself, everyone will probably forget it sooner or later."
"Oh, thanks," Buffy muttered dryly, standing up and making her way down the stands and to James, her new broom held in a hard grip. "How's it going?" she wondered.
"Fairly well," James said. "The first batch was pretty good – I think I've found a Keeper already. But the ones up there now…" He sighed, dragging a hand through his messy hair. "Well, Quinn thinks he is an international Quidditch star. He comes to every tryout, and then tries to do something way beyond his ability and ends up in the hospital wing. And Michaels...well, one little blow from the tiniest little wind, and he crashes in the middle of the forbidden forest."
Buffy grinned, though it came out more like a grimace. What if she messed up? Did she really want to do this? She was only listening to James now with half an ear, as her previous anxiousness returned with full force…
"…Davies could be good with a little practice. He's a fairly good flyer, but has yet to hit the goal within a radius of twenty feet…"
She wished Remus was here – something about the boy's presence was very calming, and always made her feel right at ease…not that she had any idea why she had started to think about him all of sudden…
"…Parker has made one goal out of ten tries. And at her last try, she crashed into our Keeper, when she couldn't come to a halt…Buffy, are you listening to me?"
"Huh?"
James rolled his eyes. "I asked, have you – is that a broom in your hand?!" He said, sounding startled.
Buffy blushed. "Uh…yeah."
"You plan on trying out?" James looked excited now, and had stood up, grinning like a maniac.
"I haven't made up my mind yet…I haven't even flown before…"
"Well, I can show you how after the trials, and then you can have your own tryout, with just me – and the rest of the team - watching. Is that alright?" James asked, and then continued, without waiting for an answer. "What position are you trying out for?"
"Chaser. I think."
"That's fine. We need a new Chaser, a new Keeper, and a Chaser and Beater for the reserve team, so even if you miss the first spot, you still got a shot at the second," James rambled on.
Buffy forced out a smile.
The tryouts were officially over, and Buffy watched nervously as the last of the students on the pitch left. James was talking to the rest of his team, watching as they either nodded or shook their heads. Then, he turned around and waved for Buffy to join them, and Buffy dried off her suddenly sweaty hands on her jeans.
"Everyone, this is Buffy Summers," he said, and Buffy waved shyly. "Buffy, this is my current team – Michaela Duncan, Chaser, Sam Bryant and Nick Vandom, Beaters, and Amanda Lorne, Seeker."
"Hi," Amanda smiled kindly, and then turned back to James. "So we are agreed then?" she asked. "Morgan is to be the new Keeper?"
"Yep," James nodded in affirmation. "I have to go over my notes and watch the tryouts again with the replay function in my omnioculars," he held up an object that looked a lot like brass binoculars, except that it was covered in all sorts of weird knobs and dials, "in order to be absolutely certain, but he was the best out there. As for reserve Beater, I think Rory Rogers did quite well."
"I agree," Nick Vandom said, and Sam Bryant nodded in agreement.
"As for Chaser," Michaela said, "Ryan Samuelson has improved a lot since last year."
"Yes, he has," James said. "He has a spot, but whether that's on the reserve team or the ordinary team will depend on whether Buffy here has the talent." He grinned. "Of course, if you let me down completely, Buff, I'll have to put Davies on the reserve team."
The rest of the group groaned.
"Please, spare us that pain and make us drop our jaws," Sam Bryant joked, falling down on his knees in front of Buffy, pretending to kiss her shoes. Buffy could only stare in bemusement, some of her nervousness fading.
"Oh, get up," Amanda rolled her eyes, hitting the sixth-year on the head with the twigged end of her broom.
The rest of the team sniggered, and James clasped his hands together.
"Alright, Buffy, first, I'll teach you the basics of flying, and once you've got that down, I'll put you up in the air with me and Michaela, to check whether you can pass the Quaffle and cooperate with other flyers. And, then, I'll let you score – first, without someone guarding the hoops, and then with – Nick, you'll have to play Keeper."
"Sure thing."
"Okay, mount your broom – the end with the twigs behind you," James told Buffy with a smirk. The Slayer stuck out her tongue at him.
"I got that, thanks," Buffy muttered, doing as she was told, agitation creeping up again – along with silliness. She felt very awkward, with a wooden stick between her legs…
"Usually," James said, "when you first start riding a broom, you put it on the ground, hold your hand over it, and say 'up.' But that's for beginners only…the way I show you now is the way pros handle it…"
Buffy felt her face start to flush. Why did all her thoughts and James comments feel like metaphor for…something completely different from Quidditch? Her hands gripped the handle tighter, and beside her, she saw James mount his own broom.
"…And, kick off!" James said cheerily, and Buffy watched as James rose from the ground a few inches. "To go upwards, you point your handle up," he instructed. "To go down, you point it downwards. To quicken the pace, lean forwards, and to slow down, backwards. It's easy," he said. "You'll get the hang of it in no time!"
Buffy nervously pushed off from the ground, yelping slightly as she felt the broom start to move beneath her.
"Try not to be too anxious," James added, flying down so he was hovering beside her. "The broom can feel that." Buffy glared, not really feeling the slightest bit reassured. She was all too aware she was rising at a steady pace… "Let's go a little faster, shall we?" James said, grinning, pointing his handle upwards and leaning forwards, and Buffy gasped as he shot up into the open sky like a bullet.
"Don't you dare leave me like this all alone!" She shouted, following his movements, and going up after him until she was once again at his height.
James' grin widened, and he let go of the broom, putting his hands behind his head. "Look down," he instructed and Buffy rolled her eyes, looked down – and almost fell off in surprise as she realised the pitch and the rest of the team were barely visible.
"So," James said, smugness and self-satisfaction clearly visible in his voice. "I think you've got this flying thing down pat. Race you!" He added, leaning forwards and shooting off into the distance. Buffy's eyes narrowed and she did the same, her stomach lurching – but not in an uncomfortable way – as she sped up. Soon, the two were flying side by side – Buffy as fast as her broom allowed, James a little slower, as his broom was of a better quality. "You're a natural this far," James said, giving Buffy a look out of the corner of his eye. "How are you at diving?"
Buffy didn't have a chance to answer as James suddenly directed his broom towards the ground, and her eyes grew round as she watched the messy-haired boy disappear below the clouds, at a speed that must be quicker than lightning.
"Are you trying to kill yourself?" she yelped, leaning downwards, looking around desperately after James. She didn't realise how quick she was coming close to the ground, until she saw the rest of the Quidditch-team staring at her in fear. Buffy's eyes widened, and she quickly leaned backwards, directing the handle slightly up…
…She felt her feet touch the ground…she stumbled slightly. But she was alright. She managed to land with barely any trouble at all. She stared dumbly at the broom still in her hands, still between her legs. And then, she suddenly saw James' face, in front of her own…upside down?
"Hey, Buff," he said, doing several loops in front of her, that smug grin still on his face. "Told you you'd be a natural."
15 September
Lily leaned up against the wall beside the exit in the Gryffindor common room, waiting for James to show up. She was feeling strangely nervous about it, and couldn't understand why – it was just patrol; Head Girl and Head Boy, doing their duties. Nothing to be nervous about! Not to mention, it would probably be a disaster: she was inwardly betting on how long it would take before James grew bored and began to try and get out of it. Or worse; started to try and distract her with his usual arrogant and conceited comments.
"Am I on time?"
Lily looked at James, before checking her watch. "Why, yes, you are!" She said, pretending to sound surprised. "Hell must have frozen over."
James smirked. "I wouldn't miss patrolling with my favourite Head Girl for anything. Unless I have a really good excuse," he added.
"I will make sure to excuse you during those moments," Lily said, rolling her eyes, inwardly wondering what James considered a good excuse – probably a prank or something in that style. "So, I am your favourite Head Girl, huh?"
"Yes." James cocked his head to the side in thought. "After my mother."
Lily burst out laughing. "I always knew you were a momma's boy," she teased, forgetting her apprehension about spending an entire evening in the company of James Potter, alone. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad?
"And proud of it," James quipped, holding open the portrait hole for her. "So where do we start?" he said, rubbing his hands. "The dungeons?"
Lily snorted. "You'd just love to find some Slytherins out of bed, wouldn't you, Potter?"
"Damn, you caught me," James said, hitting his left palm with his right fist. Then grew serious. "Hey, Evans?" he asked, hoping his voice wasn't shaking.
"Hmm?"
"Do you…do you think you could call me James?" he asked hesitantly.
Lily froze in her step for a second, and then kept walking, as if nothing had happened. "And why would I want to do that?" she asked calmly.
"Well…we're Head Boy- and Girl together. We should be addressing each other in a more familiar manner," James said, scratching his head nervously. "To make the students more comfortable. You know, so they see us as a…united front, and not two different people who are constantly at each other's throats?"
"Why, Potter, that was actually quite intelligent," Lily noted. "Although what we call each other won't change the fact that we constantly are fighting."
James gulped. "Yeah…I reckon those fights are usually my fault," he admitted. "And I'll try to get better at not making you mad!" He took a deep breath. "If you promise to try to keep a lid on your temper from time to time."
"Excuse me?" Lily hissed, spinning around to look at him angrily. "What is that supposed to mean?"
James held up his hands as a shield. "This is what I mean! Look, don't chew my head off, alright? I've just admitted that I've been a right bastard to you, but can't you admit that our fights are sort of your fault too? I mean, some of my comments are insensitive, I realise that, but you do tend to overreact at times." He winced, closing his eyes and waiting for the storm to come.
There was a long silence, and then…
"Fair enough."
James eyes flew open, and he stared at Lily in bewildered surprise. "Huh?"
"I said, fair enough," Lily repeated, starting to walk again. "I hate to say this, but you are sort of right. I am kind of hot tempered. Very easy to rile up."
James smiled. "Well, you are a redhead."
Lily's lips twitched. "Yes, but that's no excuse, James."
James jaw dropped. "You just called me James!" He exclaimed breathlessly.
Lily grinned widely. "Well, you wanted me to, correct? Though, I will stop – unless you call me Lily."
James grinned back, ruffling up his hair. "I can do that. Lily."
Lily rolled her eyes, grabbing James hand and pulling it down from his hair. "And if you stop doing that. Too often."
"Oh, so you don't mind it then?" He sounded delighted.
"Oh, I do mind. Sometimes. If you do it along with a conceited comment that has you proclaiming to be God. That only makes you seem egotistic and arrogant." She quickened her pace.
"But if I don't do it along with an annoying statement like that, it's fine?" James wondered, wanting to reassure himself.
"Yes," Lily said, smirking inwardly. "It makes you look cute."
"What?!" James yelped, freezing in his steps. "Cute?!"
"Yes," Lily stated, lips twitching. "Like…an adorable child."
"I am not cute!" James exclaimed, jogging to catch up. "And I certainly don't look like a kid! I am sexy! Handsome! Gorgeous! Stunning! Exquisite, even! But not cute! Never cute!"
"Ah-ah!" Lily warned, holding up a finger in warning. "The arrogance, James. Watch the arrogance!"
"It's not arrogance if it's true!" James protested.
"Oh, you certainly have a long way to go, mister modesty," Lily muttered, shaking her head in despair, though she was smiling.
"Why did we have to give them detention?" James pouted, thirty minutes later. "They were sweet!" James protested, leaving the broom cupboard, Gregory Morgan and Cecilia Kane behind. "Besides, from the look of things, I'll probably make him the new Gryffindor Keeper! Do you have any idea how awkward it will be during practice?"
Lily rolled her eyes. "I can't ignore a break of curfew and the rules just because he'll be on your Quidditch team, James!"
"Why not?" James exclaimed. "I feel like a hypocrite!"
"And why is that? Because you also tend to spend a lot of time making out in broom cupboards?" Lily wondered airily, trying not to frown. Not that she knew why she wanted frown in the first place. After all, it wasn't like the thought of James snogging someone bothered her.
James scoffed. "No. But Sirius does!"
Lily pinched her nose, feeling a headache coming on. "Why am I not surprised?" she muttered to herself.
"…What if I find him in the next closet?" James continued, rambling slightly. "After all these years practically cheering him on, I'm going to suddenly change my mind, waggle my finger and say it's bad with my best Professor-voice?"
"Yes. And not only that," Lily continued calmly. "You will give him a detention."
"Aw, come on!" James protested loudly.
"No, I will not come on," Lily said firmly. "It's our duty as the voice of responsibility at Hogwarts, second only to the Teachers and the Headmaster."
"Well, my dad was Head Boy too! And he didn't take this so seriously! I mean, he was taking advantage of the position all the time! In fact, he was the one who could be found in the cupboards the most!" James said triumphantly as if that settled it.
"No wonder you've turned out the way you are," Lily said dryly.
James frowned. "Hey, don't you dare go insulting my parents!" He said, feeling wounded. "I'm not insulting yours, am I?"
Lily frowned back. "I didn't mean anything by it," she said, sounding utterly bewildered at this sudden change of mood.
James sighed, ruffling up his hair again. "Sorry. I am kind of protective when it comes to my parents. They take crap from a lot of people."
Lily gave him a confused look. She had always thought James was the son of rich parents, that they were part of the pure-blooded 'supremacy,' and as such very respected in the high circles. The Potter name was, as far as she knew, very old, and held in high esteem.
"You have no idea how pure-bloods can gossip and talk behind each other's backs," James explained, sensing her puzzlement. "One moment, they might be completely civilised, mingling and congratulating each other on their success, and in the next, bitter and jealous, spreading awful rumours and opinions that shouldn't be voiced out loud."
"What do you mean?" Lily asked. "I mean, what are they saying about your parents?"
James sighed. "Well…my parents were highly respected Aurors during their days," he began. "They caught a lot of Dark wizards. And after they retired from active duty, mom kept training new Aurors and dad kept working for the Ministry as a ward designer – one of their best. And it didn't hurt that the Potters is one of the oldest pure-blooded families left in Britain and Europe, even. But something that was a big scandal was the fact that no matter how they tried, they couldn't produce an heir."
Lily stared at him with wide eyes.
"My mum and dad have always loved children. They wanted a whole lot of them, running around. But no matter what they tried, no such luck. They tried to play indifferent to it, in public, of course, like they didn't care. But when their 'friends' of the same age, told them about their own kids, and how she and she were expecting again – of course, with the ulterior motive of making them feel the lowest of the low, like you were nothing without an heir," James continued.
"And you aren't, not really. Not in pure-blooded circles. If you don't have an heir, your name dies out, and, whoops – another pure-blooded family hits the dirt. That is practically the same thing as hitting a gold mine for the remaining families, because that gives them more power, and, by default, more money."
Lily could do nothing but blink. She had no idea things were so complex!
"And then, mum and dad got me," James finished, sighing. "They had given up hope of ever getting children, and were resigned to that fact. But then I arrived, and they had never been so happy to be proven wrong. They were delighted. They thought things would finally calm down." He smiled wryly. "Boy, were they wrong. Now, it was disgraceful to have children at their age. Unheard of! It became another scandal, of course, something else for the mongrels to gossip about. They still do, in fact."
James frowned, dragging his fingers through his messy hair. "I am the first one to admit I am spoiled," he said. "I've always been very pampered, just because I was such a miracle, and because they wanted to prove to everyone that I had it so much better than all the other kids together, despite the age of my parents." He paused, as he reached another closet. "Shall you, or shall I?"
"You go ahead," Lily said faintly, still feeling rather winded from this sudden insight in the life and character of one James Potter.
James shrugged. "Alright."
He turned the doorknob, and out fell several brooms, a couple of buckets, and -
"SIRIUS BLACK!" Lily exclaimed, gasping, her jaw dropping. "What do you think you're doing?!"
Sirius hastily buttoned his shirt and pants, grabbing something among the cleaning equipment that had an awful likeness to a red thong, and throwing it to the girl, who was still sitting inside the closet, doing her best to straighten her skirt, top and bra.
Lily's jaw dropped even further as she recognised her. "Madeleine?!"
"Mary," the girl corrected, flushing heavily, before making her way out of the closet. "I'm sorry, Lily," Lily's roommate said, wringing her hands, before stuffing the dark red, lacy panties down her cleavage, out of sight. "I know how you feel about Potter and his friends…But…he's Sirius Black, you know! And he's irresistible!"
She quickly sneaked away down the corridor leading towards the Gryffindor tower, leaving Lily standing in the corridor, her eyes almost bulging out in shock. "No, he's not," the redhead said in a whispered exclamation of despair to herself. Finally, she seemed to get her bearings, and she yelled down the corridor after the MacDonald twin: "Detention! Tomorrow, at eight, with Filch in the trophy-room!"
She turned to Sirius, feeling her headache – which she had forgotten all about while listening to James' story – return with vengeance. "Alright, Black, what do you have to say for yourself?"
Sirius shrugged, throwing his hands out. "What can I say?" he said, trying to look innocent and failing miserably. "She seduced me! I'm easily convinced! I fall hard for anything on two legs with a pair of decent boobs, you know that! I'm the victim here! Really!"
Lily spluttered incoherently, not believing her ears.
"So, can I go?" Sirius asked, smirking, an eyebrow raised arrogantly.
Lily's eyes narrowed. "No," she said. "You can have detention with Filch tomorrow as well. After Mary's is over."
"Aw, don't be like that, Lily-kins!" Sirius tried, pouting, and bringing forth his puppy dog eyes. "It's Astronomy tower-night tomorrow! If I don't show up, hearts will be broken!"
"I'm sure they'll mend," Lily said dryly. "And if you call me Lily-kins again, you'll have another detention the day after tomorrow as well. With McGonagall. Where you, as part of your punishment, would have to tell her why."
Sirius eyes widened comically. "You wouldn't dare."
"Oh, I would," Lily promised.
Sirius turned to James. "Prongs, my bestest pal. My honourary brother – you can't let her do this. You know my needs! You understand, right?"
James shuffled his feet uncomfortably, trying to ignore Lily's look of death.
"Well, things change…" He mumbled. "And, you know, Lily's sort of right. I am seeing your point of view, Padfoot, but as Head Boy, I have to follow the rules…"
Sirius grey eyes widened even further. "I can't believe this!" He gasped. "She has enchanted you! The redheaded witch has you under her spell, at constant beck and call!"
Lily frowned. Somehow, Sirius had made redheaded witch sound like an insult.
"That is not true!" James said, straightening up. "I just said I agreed with her! I can't make exceptions! Not even for my best friend!" He sniffed. "And besides," he poked Sirius in the chest with his index finger, to enhance his point. "This kind of behaviour? It's bad."
Sirius' jaw hit the floor.
Published: 12/02 -09
Edited: 10/05 -13