A/N: Okay, so I lied. I didn't get to update yesterday. BUT because I arrived at home about 10:35 at night and was REALLY tired. I WOULD have came home earlier, but the stupid driver drove so slow...

So anyway, chapter 11!

P.S. This is Lily's POV, not Sirius's.


Chapter 11- Maybe this is it

I. Really. Hate. Tiffany.

I really do!

She is seriously a bitch!

I mean, I know that she's carrying James's baby, but she's acting like they're already married and going to grow up together having twelve children!

She disturbs him every minute! During meal times, during free periods, once she even woke up the whole house in the middle of night, screaming for James to bring her to Macdonals. Sirius threw an extremely big fit over not getting his beauty sleep, and that's saying it nicely.

It's been a horrible, horrible week.

James and I haven't spoke to each other at all. The more time I spend away from him, the more I miss him.

I miss his warm morning smile, telling me to wake up for class. I miss his contagious laugh whenever he hears something funny. I miss us just hanging out in the common room, doing whatever we feel like doing, no pressure, no awkwardness.

But now, every time I see him, all I feel like doing is ripping out his heart and feeding it to a nearby troll.

But then that would be feeding it to a Slytherin, and I would be hexed before I can even explain why I'm there.

But Tiffany...

I can see why Rose hates her.

She is like a complete drama queen. She cries at the smallest insults, then creates it into a big story for everyone to hear and waits for James to come and comfort her. She would search for him in between class to ask about the time of their hospital check-up, and the teachers wouldn't mind one bit, although I could tell that they are a bit irritated.

I really don't know how he puts up with her.

I was walking to Charms next, thinking about how evil and self-centered Tiffany is, almost as bad as James (who, by the way, still insists that the baby isn't his.), when I bumped into someone, dropping all of by books.

"Oh my god, I am so sor-" I started to say, but stopped abruptly when I saw who it was.

"Um...hi Lily," said James nervously, running his fingers through his hair.

I stiffened up and looked at him, making sure to keep my anger at bay. Immediately when I saw him, I felt all the anger and hatred from that day, that fateful day that tore us apart.

That's when he noticed all the books spread out on the floor.

He immediately bent down and started picking them up for me, and I just stood there, waiting for him to finish. He stood up and handed them to me, smiling slightly.

"Sorry about that," he said as I took the books.

"Thanks," I replied, voice tight. As this was the first conversation we have had in two weeks, I decided to act civil.

"McGonagall asked me to give you this," he rushed, handing me a letter. I took it and opened it. It was a list of prefects who skipped duty during the whole week and wanted me to do something about it.

"Thanks, Potter," I said, a little more relax now. Hey, at least I'm not ripping his throat out.

We stood there awkwardly for a few moments, just swishing our bodies around.

"So," I said finally. "I-"

"James!" someone squealed from behind. He groaned as Tiffany came and put her arms around him and squeezed him tightly.

"Come on, James! We need to finish the letter to Healer Daivs!" she exclaimed happily, as if talking to her ten-years husband. She pulled him with her out of the corridor, talking about the baby and how happy she was with he coming and how they would raise him happily together. James smiled apologetically at me, allowing himself to be dragged away.

I sighed. See how annoying Tiffany is?


Sirius Black sent me a letter.

Sirius Black sent me a letter.

Sirius Black sent me a letter.

I'm serious!

And don't even think about the pun!

I was sitting in History of Magic, listening to the boring Professor Binns go on and on about goblin wars and other crap. I mean, who cares about this?

I don't even know what made me continue History of Magic in the first place. I guess it was the big, fat 'O' on my report card.

I was just doodling at the edge of my page, pretending to pay attention when a wad of paper suddenly hit me on the head.

Ow.

Curious, I picked it up from the ground and opened it. This is what he said:

Dear Silly Billy Lily,

You are so strange, believing Tiffany and her stupid story. Why not believe the infamous Marauders instead? Just because we're professional liars, doesn't mean we can't be truthful at times!

It really isn't James's baby! There, see? There are the words in black and white. HA, so there!

It really isn't! The father is some stupid Slytherin! (Which I won't mention because Prongsie forbids me to)

So go kiss and make up (make out) with him and make everything all better!

Siriusly Evans (pun intended) Prongs here is miserable, and I REALLY need you to kiss him better so that the horrible ugly face with was uglier than before would wipe off his face.

Sincerely,(Bah, who am I kidding?)

Sirius Black

Hogwart's hottest playboy (and only)

The infamous Marauder

That. Is. The. Worst. Letter. Of. The. Century.

How can they still keep up this stupid lie? And that's not even counted as 'black and white'!

Anger surged through my veins, motherly instincts for Tiffany's baby kicking in. Away from Binns's gaze, I threw the wad of paper on the ground, pointed my wand at it and burned it.


"Hogsmeade weekend this week," said Rose.

Rose was the only one from the other side I could talk normally to without the awkwardness and the anger. She played it cool, acted normal, like this whole situation wasn't taking place. The only time she scapered was when the Marauders were making her way, because she saw the look on my face whenever I looked at James.

We were walking in the school grounds, playing with twigs and chatting normally. She was just telling me about how Professor Slughorn said that she was almost as good in potions as I was. I congratulated her for that.

But now, we move on to a tougher subject.

Usually during weekends like this, I would go with Alice, Mary, Emmeline, Marlene and Dorcas.

Now, however...

"Going with anyone?" continued Rose. I shrugged.

"Probably Mary or Emmeline," I replied, getting a sinking feeling in my stomach.

"I'm most probably not going," she admitted. "Prefect duties are a mess, and I've got to catch up on my Charms. Seriously, I really don't know how you handle the subject; it's so hard!"

"You just have to learn the wand movement, that's all," I advised her.

"Anyway, James-" I stiffened a little at the name. "- McKinnon-" she never calls her by her first name now. "-Dorcas and Sirius are probably staying for Quidditch practise, and James told me to wait for him. Honestly, as much as I love Quidditch, I just suck at it."

"With is weird since Potter is your cousin." Yes, it's back to Potter now. I just can't stand calling him by his first name.

She shrugged. "True, but then again, you can't be good at everything."

"Especially since you have a killer voice," I said, remembering that party night and THAT part only.

She blushed. "Come on, I'm not that good."

"Are you kidding? If this baby mess caused by Potter wasn't going on right now, you would definitely be in the gossip books," I told her. "No one, and I mean no one has been able to sing that well before."

She blushed even deeper before waving it away.

Suddenly, someone called form behind, "Rose!"

I gritted my teeth. Potter.

I haven't had to think of his name like that in a long time.

It feels almost...unnatrual.

Rose turned. "Yeah?"

"Padfoot is looking for you, something about writing him a permission slip, since I won't give him one," said Ja- Potter.

She sighed. "That boy is an idiot."

"Says the girl whos practically in love with him," I teased, but not as much since J- Potter was there.

"I don't love him," she insisted, turning pink again. "It's just a crush, that's all. See you, Lily."

Then she skipped over to where Potter was and the both of them walked away, talking.


I can't believe that even with all this mess, James Potter managed to get a date.

I mean last time, he got dates easy, since almost every girl wanted a taste of The Famous Potter. But with this stupid mess now, you'd think that they would know better.

And he was supposed to be in Quidditch practise.

Not that I remembered.

It's just stuck in my mind, that's all.

On it's own accord!

But now the buzz around the school is that James has given up on Tiffany and the baby, and that he's knocking up all the other girls in the school.

Have they no shame?

I was in Hogsmeade with Mary, finding a table to sit in the Three Broomsticks when I saw them.

James and his new girl.

She had long blonde hair, sparkly blue eyes and full lips with a rather high nose bridge, and a curvy body shape. She was swooning all over James, flipping her hair and laughing at his jokes, wearing a smirk too similar to Rose. Actually, there was something about her that reminded me too much of Rose...

Mary spotted them as well and immediately turned to me. "We can always go to Hogs Head," she said hastily.

I shook my head. "It's alright. We just don't have to see them," I said.

But as we sat down and ordered our drinks, I kept my eyes on them the whole time. They were flirting with each other, I could just feel it. They were laughing and talking and winking and how James usually acts with Rose. Is this some stupid new flirting technique he uses to have sex?

Ugh, disgusting.

"You know, this whole baby ordeal is getting absolutely ridiculous," said Mary, breaking me out from my trance. "I'm starting to believe that the baby actually isn't James's."

"Rubbish," I snapped. "The DNA slip was the entire proof! It's not like she...forged it or something."

She shrugged and sipped on the Butterbeer I hadn't realized had came.

Although I really hated James right now, I couldn't help but feel a little sad as I saw the blonde put her arms around his neck and squeeze him slightly.

For some reason, I felt like it should be me instead.


James's POV

"Where do you want to sit?" I asked Ro- I mean, Rosalinda. She flipped her long, blonde hair and laid a hand on my shoulder.

"Anywhere is fine, James," she said, giggling slightly. She rested her head on my shoulder.

I swatted her away playfully. Her famous mischievous smile returned and she laughed. I laughed along with her.

"God, Rosalinda, you are crazy," I told her, sitting down and ordering our drinks.

She stared at me innocently with her big blue eyes and batted her long eyelashes. "And you are so-"

"Rosalinda!" I groaned and she laughed.

"Sorry, it's just so fun to play," she admitted, smirking.

I rolled her eyes. "Oh please. Go take your Siri-bear and have fun playing."

She blushed. "He's not Siri-Bear, for god sake. And we're not even dating."

"You will be," I said, smirking my infamous Marauder smirk. She rolled her eyes.

"Whatever gets you through the day, James," she told me, patting my arm.

I was going to retort when some giggling girls past us, saying something about Sirius being eye candy when they spotted me and frowned. "Where's Tiffany, Potter?" one of them asked rudely.

"With her friends, shopping," I replied, irritated. Come of it! I don't own her, it's not even my freaking baby for Merlin's sake!

"Why aren't you being a good boyfriend and staying with her, instead cheating behind her back?" she demanded, and I got really mad.

"We're not dating!" I almost yelled. "It's just the freaking baby and it's not even mine!"

"You are such a liar!" she yelled back before walking away with a stupid friend.

"It's not mine!" I exploded, earning many head turns and particular stares. I ignored them and turned to Rosalinda.

"Why is it that Tiffany has to be such a big problem?" I said, exasperated. I really hate all this stupid drama which isn't mine.

"Because she's carrying your baby," she simply said, and I whacked her head slightly.

"You're a git," she said, irritated.

"Why, thank you," I replied, smirking. She rolled her eyes.

Our butterbeer came and we were making fun of each other when she entered.

Lily. Lily Evans.

She opened the door, ushering her friend Mary to come in. She flipped her fiery long hair behind her shoulder and started looking for a seat, scanning the room with her beautiful green eyes.

"Evans, eh?" muttered Rosalinda in my ear. I scowled at her.

"Yes, now pretend we don't see her and act natural," I hissed at her and instantly we started 'laughing', pretending we had just heard a really funny joke.

I could feel Lily's eyes on me, but I ignored her.

As much as I wanted to run to her table, get onto my knees and beg for her to believe me, I can't.

Because she, like the rest of the school, believed Tiffany.

But I know that the baby isn't mine!

It just can't!

"Want me to be your new girlfriend for you to know up, Jamesiekins?" asked Roselinda, flipping her hair and staring at me with big, blue eyes. I rolled my eyes and laughed.

"Why not, darling Rosalinda?" I said, winking at her and she burst out laughing. Unable to control it, I joined her.

From the corner of my eye, I could see Lily frown a little. Their butterbeer came, but she didn't seem to notice.

"You know, this whole baby ordeal is getting absolutely ridiculous," I heard Mary say from a distance away. "I'm starting to believe that the baby actually isn't James's."

Because it ISN'T MINE!

Finally, she realizes!

Now pass that message to Lily please.

"Rubbish," I heard Lily snap, and my heart sank. "The DNA slip was the entire proof! It's not like she...forged it or something."

...Forged it or something.

Forged it.

That's it.

Rosalinda, after listening to their conversation, put her arms around me and whispered in my ear. "I think we need to pay a visit to St Mungo's."

I nodded stiffly and got up. "Let's go, Rose," I said as I got my coat. The both of us got up and walked out, leaving the money on the table.


A/N: Sorry that this is a little short, but this is my cousin's computer and it's so. bloody. hard. to. type!

Anyway, have you guessed it? Huh? The secret? Have you guessed it?

I'll reveal it in either the next chapter or the chapter after next.

Stay tuned for the next chapter! Because that's when the drama all starts!

AND the Slytherin father is revealed!

Oh, and it's not Severus Snape, sorry cemaciver.

I'll try to get it in tonight, but no promises! Sorry!

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