A/N: This isn't quite as good as it could have been, but I have the next chapter already done and I think it is a lot better. I'll probably upload it tomorrow.

Plan F: Peace Offering

A few days after the whole Polyjuice Potion incident, Potter approached me again. Needless to say, I glared at him. I was pleased to see him cringe a bit at this, evidently he was still a little scared of me. I grinned wickedly.

"Hey Lily…" He began timidly, taking a seat by the fire. I noticed he had a brown-papered box in his hands.

"Are you trying to give me a belated birthday gift again Potter?" I asked warily.

He shook his head. "No. This is a peace offering." He shoved the parcel into my hands.

I just looked at it, and then looked back up at him incredulously.

He gave me a pleading look, "Please open it Lily. I'm not sure if I gave it enough air holes."

I raised my eyebrow at him, and started ripping the paper off as fast as I could. Trust Potter to put a living, breathing creature in a box with no air.

He watched me eagerly, as I raised a small, shoebox sized cage into the air, squinting to see what was in there. All I could see was a little pink ball of fluff, and then that ball of fluff stirred. It was a pygmy puff!

I smiled despite myself, immediately feeling bad for the poor thing, and opened the door to the cage.

The fluff ball hoped out quickly. I picked it up and stroked it. "Potter this is- OUCH!"

I looked down and noticed I was bleeding.

"Potter, your peace offering bit me!" I cried.

He looked flustered, and reached to grab the fluff ball out of my hands. I snatched it away from him quickly, knowing Potter he'd probably kill it, and noticed a little bit of pink coloring on his hand. Then I looked down at the pygmy puff and saw a bit of gray in the midst of all that pink dye, "Potter!" I exclaimed, "This isn't a pygmy puff, it's a niffler!"

I pelted the thing at his head without thinking. It's sharp claws dug into the skin on his face and he groaned in pain.

"Ouch-awww geroffmee!" He mumbled, trying to detach the thing from his face. It didn't work, but the niffler did notice his shiny watch, and decided to try to rip it off his wrist instead of gouging his eyes out.

I giggled, watching Potter struggle with the little creature, and then, out of the corner of my eye, caught Sirius at the foot of the dormitory stairs, laughing his head off. Suddenly I knew who had put the pink dye on. I aimed a curse at him, and he buckled over, clutching his rear end in pain.

I got up and headed towards the portrait hole, "Well this has been fun boys, but I have to go." And with one swift glance at the room, (Potter was still wrestling with the niffler and Sirius was looking absolutely appalled as a tail started sprouting out of his behind.) I strode off, chuckling to myself.

A/N: Just in case it wasn't clear, Sirius gave Potter the niffler, and Potter actually thought it was a pygmy puff. I know this isn't the most original idea, but it was all I could come up with. I'm getting massive writers block lately.