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James P.O.V

Lily liked Mr. Moon? That was the only thing that ran through James's head since dinner last night.

Sure, James had heard a lot of girls from fourth year up say that he was handsome, but he didn't think that he was handsome enough to attract Lily Evans.

James slowly got up in the next day, feeling angry that James had to work almost four years to get a reaction out of Lily that wasn't hate and then Mr. Moon comses along and she immediately likes him.

"Come on Prongs, you have been in there for forever!" Padfoot moaned.

"I'm almost done." James said bitterly. He had Quidditch Practice today and he felt himself brighten a little at the thought.

"Aww is little Jamesy jealous of the evil Mr. Moon for taking Lily Flower's affections away?" Sirius taunted, a grin forming on his face.

"Sirius, I will neuter you." James said, a serious expression on his face.

"You wouldn't dare." Sirius said, a tiny bit of fear in his voice.

"No, I would, but then I couldn't become godfather for your son." James said, pulling his Quidditch robes on, and grabbing his clean sweep four.

"Can't you two shut up?" Remus asked.

"Lighten up Remmy, we we're just havin a bit o' fun, right Jamesy?" Sirius said, letting out a bark like laugh.

"Sure, Sirius, whatever you say, and hurry up, practice starts in twenty minutes." James said, walking toward the stairs. James didn't hear Sirius's response, but he knew that it had something to do with someone being in the bathroom too long.

James hurried down the steps, through the Gryffindor common room, and out the portrait hole. Students that passed waved and smiled at him.

James hurried over to the Quidditch Pitch and noticed that most of his team was there, besides Sirius. The two other chasers, Sam Ross and Luke Mickeals were flying, getting ready for practice. The beaters, Jessie Rock was waiting for Sirius, and their seeker, Alice Goodwells, was chasing after the snitch, her long brown hair flying behind her as she dived for the snitch.

James blew a whistle to get their attention, they all stopped and started to fly towards him, Alice had the snitch in her hand. Sam was a graceful flyer and almost as good as James, Luke was also good but he didn't have as fast reflexes.

Alice was small and lithe, her grey eyes were shining and she was grinning, watching the snitch's wings flutter in her fist.

"Okay team, first match against Slytherin tomorrow, are we ready?" James felt confident that they would win, his face was set in an easy grin and his eyes were bright.

"YES!" The Gryffindor team cried.

"Then let's get this practice up and running!" James said as he mounted his broom. Sirius arrived a few minutes later and had to head into the locker room to get the beaters bat.

Practice lasted two hours and forty minutes, James working them until they were about to faint.

"I think we are going to win." James said simply as he watched his team limp, wobble, and groan their way from the Quidditch Pitch.


Harry P.O.V

Harry watched from the Defense Class Room as The students played Quidditch, he wished that he could play. He turned back to the textbooks, knowing that the next lesson they were going to have was going to be boggarts.

Harry was scared slightly, would his fear still be dementors or would it be the possible chance of being discovered. He sighed, praying that whatever his biggest fear turned out to be, it wouldn't give him away.

Harry decided that he wouldn't ponder about what would happen on Monday and just relax. Harry strode out of the classroom, hoping to catch Dumbledore on his way to the Black Lake.

The corridors were empty, every student outside relaxing and having a good time. Harry waited for the moving stair case to let him down to the Great Hall, when it finally did, he quickly ran down the steps so that it didn't change on him.

When he crossed the yard to the Black Lake, and students called their hellos to him and he waved back in response. Harry saw Lily and her two friends sitting by the lake with their feet in the water.

"Hello Lily!" He called, smiling when she looked up at him.

"Hi Alexander." She called back, a smile brightening her features. Harry walked over to them and Ann stood.

"Hey handsome, come here often?" She said, batting her eyelashes and grinning at him.

"Not really, what is there fun to do?" Harry asked grinning back at her. Ann giggled and started curling her hair around her hair.

"We could always go swimming." She said, a smile brightening her features. Harry frowned lightly, knowing the many dangers in the Black Lake.

"I don't think so, don't want you getting hurt will I?" Harry said, trying to put her off the idea.

"Oh come on, live a little." She said as she pulled off her cloak, running into the water. Harry watched as she swam out, and some stopped their activity to watch the bold girl swim.

Suddenly, something flew out of the water, latching onto the girl and dragging her under the water, it's finger's at her throat. Harry knew that it was a Grindylow, having faced one in his fourth year.

He swam out after her, watching the girl fight and try for breath. Harry was swimming as fast as he could, his lungs burning as he swallowed the water, his legs kicking, his arms breaking the water, and his eyes on the girl.

He pulled out his wand and cast a stupefy on the closest Grindylow, and another stupefy on the one holding the girl, dragging her down, his finger's closed around her wrist and he pulled, yanking the girl out of it's grip. The Grindylow hissed at him, and came back to reclaim it's meal, but Harry stupefied it.

He wrapped his arm around the young girl, shoving his wand into his pocket. He started to swim back to shore, dimly hearing the sounds of the students screaming and fear.

Harry swam until he felt the shore underneath his feet. He ran onto shore, and placed her on the ground.

Ann's face was purple, her eyes were rolled back into her head, and she wasn't breathing.

"Shite." Harry said, placing his finger's to her neck. Searching and searching he almost had a heart attack when he felt the low pulse of her heart, slow and fading.

Harry made sure she was flat, and placed his hands on her chest, pumping, once, twice, three times. Then he placed his lips to hers, breathing into her mouth. He had to do that four times before he got his wand out of his pocket.

He removed the water in her lungs with a swish of his wand and yelled at a student to get Pomfrey.