A/N: I really love it when you guys review… It makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside… So why don't more of you review? It'll get the chapter's up faster… Believe me… I write a lot faster when I know my reader's care! Which is why I don't write very fast for school… The reader's don't care!

Thanks again to Kujo… No Nutty this time? *Insert Sad Face* Amazing review… You always make me laugh…

And mucho gracias (es?) to AliLuvsAlli-Sirius. Your idea for Kali's last name was TREMENDOUS! How did I ever live without you?

Sorry for the delay… my life has been pretty hectic lately… Basketball, jammed finger, BOB (Battle of the Books), and so much more… it's only because of a snow day, and a half, that I go this to you…

You're all probably begging me to shut up… *Insert Dramatic Sigh* so here's chapter 4…

Disclaimer: I am not awesomeness incarnate... therefore I am not J.K. Rowling... sorry to burst your bubble...

Chapter 4: Damning the Damned

Damn Madam Pomfrey. Damn James Potter. Damn Rudolf Lestrange. Damn Severus Snape. Anyone else I would like to damn today? Nope. At the present, I'm quite pleased with damning those four. Well, I could add Mulciber and Avery, and maybe Potter doesn't deserved to be damned. Possibly. I mean, he did carry me what, 6, 7 miles? 2 or 3 bridal style, and the rest piggy-back. So yeah, I guess he doesn't deserve to be damned. But I never will forgive him for leaving me in the hands of Madam Pomfrey. Never. Never, while I still live and breathe.

The other three, or five deserved it. A lot. I'll get the Slytherins back. And back hard. Soon, very soon. Yes. I'll-

"Ah, Miss Evans. It's so good to see you again." Dumbledore, the Headmaster of Hogwarts, strode into the Hospital Wing interrupting my hate-filled thoughts, his robes billowing behind him. "Now, as my Head Girl, it is you're responsibility to keep yourself out of this room." He said with a twinkle in his eye, giving away the fact that he was joking.

"I'm sorry Professor, it's not my fault," I joked, then hesitated, "I think."

"It's quite alright, my girl, quite alright. Although, if I do say so myself, you missed a very scrumptious feast tonight, the house elves really out-did themselves this time."

"Well then, I guess it's a good thing my appetite disappeared with my legs isn't it?" I told him playfully.

"Yes, I suppose it is." His face took a more serious tone. "Now, if Mr. Potter wou-" Apparently, either Potter makes a habit of listening in on conversations, or he just has good timing, because as soon as the Headmaster mentioned his name, he came in. He smirked at me, which I returned with a glare, I'll get him back for leaving me with Madam Pomfrey. "I guess we can start now. Now, I need to know if you decided on any school functions." He seemed to remember something, "Oh, and Mr. Potter, did you tell the Prefect's what their house password were?"

"Yes sir, I had to repeat the Slytherins quite a few times for them to understand what I was saying. They seemed to think I was playing a prank on them. I wouldn't have the slightest idea why though. It's quite confusing." I snorted, and he gave me an I-told-you-so kind of look.

"For your information Potter, if you don't remember that far back, it was me who came up with their password." I saw Professor Dumbledore raise his eyebrows.

"And what, may I ask, would that password be?"

Potter and I glanced nervously at each other, "Um, Professor? Do you really want me to repeat it? Again?"

"Why wouldn't you like to repeat it? Again?" Dumbledore mocked him.

"Um, because, well, it's um, the longest word in the English language?" I began to tell him. Then Potter joined me in saying. "," Then I continued, "It's a lung disease caused by the inhalation of very fine silica dust, causing inflammation in the lungs. A condition meeting the word's definition is normally called silicosis."

"If it were any two other students who did that, I would be very, very disappointed. But, since it was you two, who've felt dear loss, discrimination, and pain from many of the Slytherins, I feel that you have the right to lash out at them, in any way you seem reasonable. And, I must say, Miss Evans that was very creative of you." I smiled nervously. Thinking again for the third time that day, about the time when I was hurt so badly by Sev. He'll never understand how betrayed I felt that day. How betrayed I'll always feel. I noticed that the Headmaster was talking again. "-and I'll assume that I do not wish to know the other passwords." We both nodded vigorously, while trying to hold back our smiles.

"Okay, on to more pressing matters. As I mentioned before, I need to know if you and the Prefect's decided on any school functions."

"We decided-" Potter interrupted me. Okay, maybe I will damn him.

"We had originally decided, with the Prefects, to not do anything. But something that happened on the trip up here, made me think of something, that I think students and staff will enjoy." I looked at him with a mixture of apprehensiveness and horror.

"Yes, my boy?" Dumbledore prompted.

"We should have a talent show. School-wide. Anyone who wishes to enter, can. No restrictions, except, no magic is allowed." He gave us a little time to let it sink in. A talent show. Hmm. A talent show? Really? Could it work? I mean, there's always the biased, popularity vote to consider. The underdog never wins.

"How would you get around the popularity contestants?"

"The what?"

"The contestants who only enter to win the prize, because they know that, because they're so popular, or rich, or something, they'll be guaranteed a spot in the winner's circle."

"Oh, I never thought of that. Dang." He considered this for a moment. Then he smiled. "We could have the teachers pick the winners." He glanced at Professor Dumbledore eyes full of inquiry.

"Sounds like a plan. But the two of you will have to organize everything. And please, don't have it too soon, give everyone plenty of time to prepare. Mr. Potter, Miss Evans." With a mysterious, yet humorous glance at the two of us, he swept out of the room, and was gone.

"Hey Potter," I beckoned him over. "Come here"

"Why?" he asked nervously.

"My legs were broken, that's why." I told him.

"How exactly did they get broken?" he asked, walking over to my bed.

"Something, or someone must have fallen on them, because they were completely demolished."

"Yeah, Avery had fallen close to you, so it's possible that he might have landed on you. That could've caused your legs to break, but it wouldn't cause the damage you got. I honestly don't know what happened. Sorry." He said looking genuinely sorry. Why was he making this so hard?

"I've always wanted to do this, but never had a truly good reason to." I told him, and he looked scared? No. Apprehensive? Yes.

"Always wanted to do what?" He backed away.

"Come here and find out," I said him secretly.

He nervously walked back towards my bed. I beckoned him closer. He leaned in, still nervous. Then, SLAP! My hand trailing across his cheek as I slapped him. He jumped back and knocked a tray of empty cups to the floor.

"HOLY- What the HELL was that for?"

"MR POTTER!" I heard a shout from the room where Madam Pomfrey slept. "WHAT DID YOU DO?" I winced. From all the movement, not her shouting. Shouting has absolutely no effect on me anymore. I don't know if that's a good thing or not.

"Wha-? Nothing! I swear! She did it to me!"

"I highly doubt a girl who has two broken legs could walk up and make that much noise. And, you're the one on the ground."

He argued. "But-! never mind." He mumbled.

"That's what I thought. Now, I'm going leave for a few minutes and when I get back, you had better be gone." With one last glare at Potter, she stalked back to her room.

"Okay, now, why, the HELL did you slap me?"

"That was fun." I giggled.

"No it was NOT!" He said pretty loud. Then glanced nervously at the door that the school nurse had just passed through. "Seriously Evans, why did you slap me?"

"Because, you stupid arse, you left me in the vile hands of the Wicked Witch of the West! That's why!" I whispered harshly.

"Are you serious?" He looked shocked. "That's why?"

"Yes, now leave." I was very stern.

"Fine," he stood up, glaring at me, and walked out of the room.

Thank God. I think?

"Crap," I muttered as I woke up. My head was blazing, my legs were aching, and my feet? Well, let's just say they were on fire.

"Ahh, Miss Evans, I see you're awake. You had fallen asleep by the time I had come back in to check on you." Oh, how do I hate that woman. "Are you feeling better?"

No, I feel worse than I did yesterday, I thought sarcastically, but I didn't say it out loud. "It really hurts, can you give me something to get me through the day?"

"What do you mean? You're going to be staying here for at least a week!"

I saw Kali sneak in behind Madam Pomfrey, and shot me a she's-an-idiot look. If this woman thinks she can stop me from attending the first day of classes in my 7th year, she was sadly mistaken.

"Now look here woman," I snarled. "If you don't let me go to class, I will personally rip your throat out. I will NOT miss the first BLOODY DAY OF SCHOOL!" I heard a muffled giggle. Looking around the nurse, I saw that Kali had her hand over her mouth and had a look somewhere between sympathy, confusion, and amusement.

"Miss Evans! I do not allow of vulgar language in my infirmary! As you are not leaving anytime soon, I suggest you-what do you kids say these days?-shut up!" She glared at me, then at Kali who had giggled again.

"My dear Madam Pomfrey, I suggest you give me something for the pain or I'm going to have my friend here make me something." I angrily raised my eyebrows. So did Kali. Everyone, except for Madam Pomfrey apparently, knows that Kali is one of the worst Potion students in the world. As a result, Professor Slughorn hated her.

"Miss Taylor, will you please leave, Miss Evans and I are trying to having a conversation here." The nurse said not very nicely.

"No, Kal," I responded cheekily, "I think you should stay."

"MISS EVANS!" the she-devil's voice boomed. "DON'T YOU DARE SPEAK TO ME LIKE THAT AGAIN!"

"Madam Pomfrey. You will give me a draught fro the pain. You will conjure me up some crutches. And you will let me leave." I was all but growling at her. "Is that clear?" I asked her softly. She didn't respond. "IS THAT CLEAR?" I shouted so loud the windows shook.

Her eyes widened in terror as she shook her head in confirmation. "Good," I smiled, and stretched. Kali walked over to me as Madam Pomfrey literally ran out of the room.

"This day will go down in history." She muttered. I looked at her quizzically. "What? I don't think anyone has ever made that witch cry."

"I made her cry? Well, today might turn out better than I thought it would." I grinned at her, which she returned.

It didn't.

Turn out better, I mean. I had every single one of my classes with at least 2 of the Marauders. EVERY SINGLE ONE! Ugh, if I don't die by the evil hand of Madam Pomfrey, or Professor McGonagall, before the end of the year, I will certainly die by overexposure to those four. Well, that's not fair to Remus, or even Peter. I know Peter is a little, um, fat? But he's kind at heart. And Remus is awesome; he actually pays attention in class so he's cool.

But Potter and Black? Well, let's just say that those two are, well, perverts? No-well, Black is, Potter isn't-well, not anymore, that is. They're also idiots, and egocentric. Okay, both of them are idiots, I'll give you that much, but this year, even for just a few hours, I've gotten to know them a little better and, well, they're not egocentric anymore. It's like my whole idea of them just got turned on it's head. It's quite disconcerting.

But anyway, back to my schedule. I'm taking all the classes I would need to be either an Auror, or a healer. I still haven't decided which, so I figured I'd keep my options open.

I guess it's a good thing that I have all my classes with the girls. Well, all but one. None of them opted to continue taking Divination. I don't blame them, I just wanted to have a class where I could sleep. Other than History of Magic, of course.

"Come on Lily-Flower," Sirius whined, "It's only History of Magic notes! And it's only the first day!"

"Then you wouldn't care about going back to Professor Binns and asking him to repeat his lecture so you can take notes!" I saw him roll his eyes, (Pulling a me by the way) and glare at Sara.

"Wow King. I never knew you were so hostile. Oh wait, yes I did, you've been like this towards me as long as Lily-flower's been like this towards Prongs here." He gestured to Potter.

"Oh really, Do you hon-"

"Okay!" I interrupted before they turned into Potter and I, I didn't want them tarnishing my reputation as the girl who can scream the loudest. That was a fun day. "Let's go to Defense Against the Dark Arts," I dragged Sara down the corridor.

I heard Remus say, "Yeah, Um, let's go!" Wow Remus.

"MOONY! I thought you were on my side!" I heard Sirius whimper.

"Padfoot, I'm on the side of your education. Now move it!" It sounded like he was getting agitated. Kali and I shared an amused look.

"But Moon-Moons," Wow. "Education isn't fun!" Double wow.

"Hey Sirius!" I called back to him.

"What Lily-Flower?"

"You know what is fun?" I smiled evilly at Potter.

"Not this?"

"True, this isn't fun… but what really is fun, is slapping Potter here." I grinned as Sirius burst out laughing. Potter rolled his eyes.

"That was not fun." He glared at me. "Not fun at all."

"Potter, you've been glaring at me for the past seven years, nothing has changed. You narrowing your eyes on me does effect me.I thought you were smart enough to figure that out by yourself. Hmmm. Guess not." I turned to walk away when he finally spoke up.

"I thought you would be different this year Evans, I really did." He gave me one last disappointed look before stalking off, leaving us all very, very confused.

Damn the world, for surely it must hate me, was my last thought before I blacked out.

A/N: I've gotten some complaints about Andy, how, if he's in there, won't it take away from the Lily/James action, this is my response to that: Lily doesn't accept her feelings about James yet. She doesn't think of him as an arrogant toe-rag any more, but she doesn't "like" him yet. And James, he's still trying to get over her, thinking that he'll never get her, so why keep trying, and keep damaging his pride and reputation. Any arguments against that?

Any new ideas for Alice's last name?

I found something out… Shania Twain would not have been famous at this point in time… please don't hate me! From now on… I'm not going to worry about what songs are from this time period… I'll just use whatever feels right… 'Kay?

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