Such Sweethearts
By Lily Orange
Summary: How did James Potter and Lily Evans fall in love? And how did their friends fare romantically? Will Sirius "I have rampant hormones" Black ever settle down? Will Lizzie and a certain Marauder ever admit their feelings for one another? And will Rebecca "Sexy French Girl" Villade ever find true love?
Disclaimer: Sadly I'm not JK Rowling and don't own any of the characters, locations or general things you recognise from Harry Potter.
A/N: This is a Lily/Snape chapter (but not romantic, don't worry! Lily and James were made for each other!) and this actually happened in the books but I've put it in their third year instead of fifth and Lily's reaction to what happens is different but this is how I think my interpretation of Lily would have reacted, if you get what I mean! Just enjoy it and please review!
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Chapter Six
THE WORST KIND OF BETRAYAL
I sat beside my best friend in Potions – Severus Snape. We had drifted apart in some ways, mostly to do with the crowds we were associated with, for Gryffindors never, ever, associated with Slytherins. It was unspoken law. In fact, they were more inclined to hex the latter if the occasion arose – and often, they would hex them even if the occasion didn't arise.
The worst group for doing this was the Marauders. Well, probably Sirius Black and James Potter. I expected that if they ever had to fill out an application of some sort, and had to list their hobbies, the one thing they could probably write down would be hexing Slytherins. All they ever did was cause mischief.
Severus wasn't like that, of course. He might've hung around with pureblood-maniacs, but he was never prejudiced against me for my blood status.
Lizzie, Rhiannon and Eden couldn't understand why I was still friends with him – they said he was incredibly into the dark arts. Lizzie sat next to him in Defence Against the Dark Arts, so prided herself upon knowing that all he ever did was praise Voldemort, calling him the Dark Lord. Apparently, according to what Sirius and James told her, that's what his followers, the Death Eaters, call him – Sirius and James call him Mouldy Voldy.
"I think the potion has finished simmering, now, Lily, it is ready," Severus informed me, and we took it off the heat, and poured some into a crystal vial to take to Professor Slughorn for marking – we were making Essence of Euphoria, I was already feeling giddy inhaling the intoxicating fumes from the potion before me. It smelt intoxicatingly good – almost as good as Amortentia, although, as third years, we wouldn't be making that for a few years yet.
In fact, I felt so giddy, that I decided to go to the library to calm down. Lizzie came with me, and Rhiannon and Eden went outside to bask in the sunshine – it was late May after all, and I had to make some notes to revise for my last exam, whilst they tried to build a tan up for themselves.
"Bye, Sev," I said, leaving him to his friends, Lucius Malfoy and those horrible Slytherins.
Lizzie hooked her arm through mine as we walked through the corridors of Hogwarts castle in the direction of the library. She, like me, got exceptionally paranoid and anxious about any sort of exams and the only way of calming these ceaseless emotions was to take a trip to the library and prove that we did know the required material.
"So the last one is Defence Against the Dark Arts," Lizzie said as we entered the library.
"Yes – I need to check out some books with nocturnal beasts, especially regarding werewolves. I don't really feel as if I know much about them," I admitted, and I swore I heard a kind of boyish laugh behind me – instantaneously spinning round, I saw nobody was there, except the tapestry that was covering the wall opposite the library entrance.
"I really need to revise the creatures we did at the start of the year – we'll get a couple of tables at the back, amongst the shelves, so that it'll be especially quiet. I'll get the textbooks off Madame Pince," Lizzie told me. We found ourselves a table, in a secluded corner of the library, and she went off to find the fastidious librarian. I took a roll of parchment out of my bag, as well as a quill and a bottle of ink. It was special ink that Lizzie had bought me for my birthday – in the bottle, it looked like normal black ink, but when it wrote, it wrote in your favourite colour. My favourite colour being green, it wrote in the most magnificent shade of emerald.
"Here we go," Lizzie said, dumping a pile of dusty, well-used books down on the table. It was separated, and we began to pore over the pages, taking in all the information.
Behind me, I was sure I heard the shuffling of feet, and hushed voices. I spun round, but saw nobody. Lizzie raised her eyebrows, and looked behind the shelves. Nobody.
"Shh, Prongs, they'll hear us!" I heard a whisper uttered. There was definitely somebody there – I swore that was Sirius Black's voice, and he was obviously talking to Potter.
Lizzie looked up, having heard this voice.
"Oh Merlin, Padfoot, you've done it!" I heard the familiar sound of James Potter say.
"Well it wasn't my idea! I didn't want to come into the library to stalk Evans!" he replied angrily.
"No, you wanted to stalk Lizzie!"
"Oh be quiet, the both of you!" that was definitely Remus Lupin. Surreptitiously, I took a small mirror out of my bag, and reflected it towards the bookshelf, where the sound was coming from – four heads were poking around the corner of the shelving, watching us intently. At the bottom, was Peter Pettigrew, who looked thoroughly bored; then Remus Lupin, looking annoyed at his friends' incapability of being silent; then Sirius Black, wearing an expression of murderousness (probably due to James' last comment) and then above him, James Potter, wearing an expression of much excitement.
"Padfoot? Moony? Wormy?"
"Yes, what the bloody hell is it, Prongs?" Sirius said irritably.
"Lily has a mirror, and it's shining in our direction!"
So he noticed.
"Oh bloody hell, run!" Sirius growled, and the four boys sprinted away, leaving us finally in peace.
"I do worry about them," Lizzie commented absentmindedly, not lifting her eyes from the book she was studying from.
"I think it's mutual," I replied.
*
After leaving the library, we went to go and find Rhiannon and Eden.
Surprise, surprise, they were sitting right next to the lake, dipping their toes in the water, laughing about something. Lizzie and I abandoned our bags, and sat down with them, stripping our socks and shoes off so we could dip our feet in also.
I lay back in the grass, and tipped my head backwards even further so I could see what was going on behind me. The Marauders, fresh from being psychopathic stalkers, were sat under their usual tree, chuckling loudly. I sighed, and diverted my gaze to the path that ran past the lake and the tree, and saw Severus walking on it, by himself. This would make him a prime target for James Potter and his relentless hexing, and sure enough, approximately two seconds later,
"IMPEDIMENTA!"
Severus was struggling, as if bound by invisible ropes. Annoyed, especially at that bloody James Potter, I shoved my feet back into my socks, and then into my shoes, but didn't quite make it over there before Sirius Black yelled,
"SCOURGIFY!"
Incredibly angry, I bellowed, "Leave him alone, he did nothing!"
James and Sirius, the principal attackers, looked at me. James' face broke out into a wide grin. I scowled back.
"Aw, Evans, you even look beautiful when you frown at me!" he commented audaciously.
"Evans, turn that frown, upside down!" Sirius said in a sickly sweet voice, keeping one eye on me and one eye on Severus.
"Don't you dare! Just leave him alone, he's defenceless!" I countered.
"Hopeless, more like," Sirius muttered.
"Take that back," I argued.
"He will if you say yes to going to Hogsmeade with me next weekend," James said eagerly.
"Er, no," I replied.
"Are you sure, Lily, because there's this really great teashop–"
"POTTER! JUST STOP TORTURING SEV BECAUSE IT'S REALLY HORRIBLE AND GETTING ON MY NERVES NOT TO MENTION HIS!" I roared.
"Ooh, Sev!" Sirius imitated, and suddenly, Severus was hanging upside down, his robes flipped up.
"Put him back down!" I hollered furiously.
"Oh alright then," James said reluctantly, and with a flick of his wand, Severus was sprawled across the ground, panting for dear life.
Just as Sirius was about to perform further hexes on the vulnerable Severus, I shouted, "STOP IT! LET HIM GO!"
"Fine, fine, you're lucky Lily Evans is here, Snivellus, otherwise–" James began mockingly, but Severus interrupted.
"I don't need help from filthy little mudbloods like her!" Severus screamed.
I could feel my heart thumping in my chest, as if three hundred daggers had stabbed me all at once. Severus? My best friend – calling me a, a, a... mudblood? I trusted him. I defended him when all my friends told me he was bad. I kind of fell limp. I couldn't believe what he had just said, all I realised was that increased yelling was going on between the Marauders and Severus. I didn't care that they were torturing him now – all I knew was that three arms steered me away from the scene, towards the castle.
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