Hey everyone, so here's chapter three. I appologize that the chapters are so short, i just keep getting to a certain point and stop and think to myself 'thats a great place to stop' and i stop. but i wish i could keep going but i felt like that would ruin it. Anyways, here's chapter three, and four is on the way soon, i promise, and it will be longer. Enjoy!

Lily Evans Guide to Surviving Hogwarts

Chapter 1 - Quidditch Disasters

Quidditch Pitch

Later that day, when I was all decolorized (it eventually wore off…obviously the perpetrator didn't have the guts to make it last longer…or maybe just didn't know how too), Marley thought we should begin my Quidditch lessons. She was all pumped up and ready to go when she dragged me out to the field right after lunch, however the smile fell off her face when I told her my experience with Quidditch.

"You can't even fly a broom?" She practically yelled. She started pacing back and forth. "How am I supposed to get you ready for Quidditch tryouts, which happen to be in two days, if you can't even get on the bloody broom?!"

I tried to calm her down. "Look Marley, is not such a big deal, how hard can flying be?"

She froze on the spot and turned to look at me, her eyes wide. "Lily Evans…are you telling me you've never even been on a broom before?"

"Well, no I haven't, I've never really seen any point to it before, and-"

"Oh bloody hell. What am I supposed to do with you Lily? Just miraculously teach you to fly and be good enough to get on the Quidditch team in two days!"

I tried to be encouraging. "Well, it'll be fine. You know how quick a learner I am and I've been to all the Quidditch games, even some of your practices, so really Marley, there's no need to worry. I'll be fine."

Later on the Quidditch Pitch

"I can't do this Marley. I. Hate. Flying!" I screamed as the broom once again crashed to the ground after getting a total of five feet off the ground. I got up and brushed the leaves off my clothes, and turned to Marley. "Let's just face is Marley, I just can't ride a broom. Let's just give up and come up with some other stupid plan to get me a boyfriend."

I started to leave the pitch, but Marley grabbed my arm and pulled me back. "Lily, look, I know it's difficult, but you can't give up, you've made progress."

"Yes, progress. I can now get off the ground for a few seconds as opposed to two hours ago when it was like I was permanently stuck to the ground. "

Yes we've been at this for two hours.

I am officially pathetic.

"Just try a few more times. For me, please?" Marley pleaded.

I stared at her for a few seconds, before giving in. "Fine. But why do you care so much?"

She rolled her eyes. "Because silly Lily, it'll be good for you, we told you. Also, you actually are improving, and I'd love to have you on the team with me. It'd be like Marley/Lily bonding time."

I sighed and stared at the broom. I must have stared at that evil thing for a good five minutes before I finally brought myself to pick it back up. I mounted it, as Marley instructed, and kicked off the ground. Like all the other attempts, I felt my feet rise off the ground.

"Keep going Lily!" I heard Marley yell, and just then I realized how high up I was going. I was much higher then I'd been all afternoon, and I was heading straight for…

A goal post.

Lovely.

I tried to stop the broom, but the bloody thing had a tendency never to listen to me. I tried everything; pulling the broom up, try to go left, right, and just when I push the tip of the broom down, it decides to listen to me.

And I begin to go straight towards the ground.

"Lily!" I heard Marley yell, but there was another voice with her. A male one. I swiveled my head around to see stupid James Potter standing there, broom in his hand. But since I turned not only my head, but my body to look at him, I began spinning towards the ground.

Stupid Potter.

"Pull up!" I heard him yell at me.

No shit Sherlock, I think I would have thought to try that already.

"I tried that already!" I yelled back.

There was silence after that. I was almost at the ground, and I was speeding up. Thank god I was higher up when I started heading down, or I would have crashed by now.

I watched as the ground got closer. I was going to hit in 3…2....1…

…and I was suddenly yanked off my broom and onto another one, heading back towards Marley was standing…alone…

"Potter! What are you doing?!" I yelled at him, who currently was holding me around my waist.

"Saving you arse, which was milliseconds away from crashing into the ground," he yelled back.

We landed safely on the ground next to Marley, and without one glance back at Potter, I began to leave the field. "Lily?" Marley called after me. She, being the athletic girl she is, caught up with me in no time. "Lils, are you okay?"

I kept walking. "I'm fine."

"Lily!" Potter called after me. I sighed and turned around to glare at him.

"What do you want Potter?" I snapped.

"Well Lily I actually came down here wondering why Marley had taken my spare broom, and thinking she'd come out to practice, I brought my broom to practice with her. But imagine my surprise to see you on my broom, about to crash into the ground."

I turned to face Marley. "I was using Potter's broom," and added in a muttered tone, "no wonder it never listened to me." Then a thought hit me. "I was straddling something he's straddled. Now that's just disgusting."

Marley laughed, and Potter rolled his eyes and sighed. "What is your problem Lily?" He asked, sounding tired and annoyed.

I froze and turned to look at him. "My problem?" I asked. I was about to continue but he cut me off.

"Yes your problem. All I've done since we got here—yesterday—is try to be nice to you, and you keep throwing it back in my face. I have not done one single bad thing to you, or have said one horrible thing to you…I even just saved you, and what do you do? First you yell at me, accuse me of doing things I didn't do, and storm away from me. So yes, I asked 'what is your problem?'"

I stared at him for a few moments, taking in what he said. And in a way, he was right. I was being a total bitch to him for no reason whatsoever. But this was Potter we're talking about, and considering my past with him, I continued to grasp at thin air.

"But…last night…with Black…he—"

"Probably guessed the password, seeing as it is me and the password is Quidditch," he said.

I heard Marley snort. "Stupidest password choice ever."

I ignored her and kept looking at Potter. "Look Potter—"

"And I am so damned tired of you calling me Potter. It's childish and immature, and I've done nothing to deserve it and you know it. I can see it on your face. I stopped calling you Evans over a year ago, so can't you use my first name, or do you not even know it?"

I glared at him momentarily before realizing I was about to apologize.

"Right, Po-James. I am sorry. I guess I'm so used to thinking you were so horrible and anytime you were nice to me it was a prank, that I never stopped to notice that this year you've changed. I shouldn't have jumped to conclusions yesterday and I should have given you a chance. You more than anyone else know that my anger sometimes get's the better of me."

"That I do," he added, his face sporting a ghost of a smile.

"For future reference, you should know that I have realized you've changed, and I'll really try to not get angry over nothing, and I'll try to be friendlier with you," I said, and his smile grew.

"That's all I'm asking," he said, and then paused. "Actually, I also wanted to ask why you were out here in the first place."

I blushed slightly and Marley jumped in. "Lily here's going to try out for the Gryffindor Quidditch team. Except…well she doesn't know how to fly yet."

He looked at me quizzically, and all I could respond with was, "that broom hates me."

He laughed and summoned his brooms over to us. Luckily the one I was flying hadn't attained any damage from the crash, which was a miracle because it was quite a crash.

"Mind if I help teach?" he asked.

Marley looked overjoyed. "Be my guest. Good luck James, you're going to need it with this one," she said, before running off the Quidditch pitch, leaving me alone with James.