"Miss Evans, what has happened to mr Potter?"

"Petrificus Totalus miss."

"Lay him down here then Mr Black." Madame Pomfrey directed us to a bed in the far end of the room. Now, I may look like a tough girl but carrying James up from the dungeons had taken its toll on me. So it wasn't really my fault when I let go.

"You idiot!" Sirius yelled.

"It wasn't my fault. Maybe if Potter let up on the pumpkin juice once in awhile he wouldn't be this heavy!"

"Miss Evans and Mr Black, if you would kindly stop bickering and lay down the patient, I will make sure he can contribute to your nonsense."

Madame Pomfrey was always one of the women at this school I'd always looked up to. Her strong attitude towards the students coupled with the generosity of having to deal with patients had always inspired me to be like her. I looked down to James. His hazel eyes glaring at me, his mouth open as he was cursing, his glasses tipped and most importantly of all, the bruise on the top of his head. Quite a sight to be honest.


"What the hell was she thinking?" I asked Sirius. Lily was the smartest girl in this year, couldn't she have thought of something less painful?

"Lighten up, you were gonna be attacked by Luicius if she hadn't gone and saved your arse! So be a little more grateful."

Great. Lily had just walked through the doors. Her copper hair shining in the light of the candles, her green eyes dazzling turning towards mine and then it changed. Her eyes turned into slits, carefully examining everything that was wrong with me.

"Well James, could have been alot worse."

"Could have been alot better too, Evans!" James spat back.

Oh no. Lily turned visibly pale and was clutching her wand fiercely.

"You ungrateful twit! I just helped you out from getting into something worse. Don't try and talk to me again Potter, that was the last thing I will ever do for you."

Then she stalked out.