Author's Note:

sillykitty201: Hey! I, uh, may have gotten the birthdays wrong... heh... Ummm.. we forgot Sirius's, Lily's and Peter's (although his isn't really confirmed) and it's all my fault.

Whoops?

I'm telling you at the same time I'm telling basketballbr so...

Anyways, enjoy!

basketballbr0909: sillykitty201..

Yeah, I don't really care. I wrote Lucius (it's interesting) and Lily. They're both quite.. Odd. So is Dumbledore, written by sillykitty. Enjoy!

Lucius Malfoy

Lily Evans

Albus Dumbledore

Those blasted Marauders.

Every single blasted day, they enjoy themselves and live their lives to the fullest. I just want to take all their happiness and crush it in the palm of my hand.

And every single blasted day, I am living a miserable one.

My grades are low, and, believe it or not, I miss Snape.

Actually, scratch that from the record.

I don't miss him. I just didn't realize how much I hung out with him until after he got all mad at me for teasing him about Lily.

Oh, and on top of all that, my parents are sending me to some stupid school in the summer to help with my grades. (WHAT A MUGGLE THING TO DO.)

So, anything you would like to say about my miserable little life?

Yes, yes, I am. I am staring at you very intently, little reader. Anything you would like to say?

GOOD.

Now, I need to figure out a way to make my life better. Or, at least, humor myself by making someone else's life worse.

(Cue a lightbulb to light up on top of my head)

Well, there is one way to do it..

But, if the teachers found out, my grades would plummet to an all - time low.

My parents would kill me, and find some punishment much worse than summer school.

Oh, and if Snape found out that I did this, who knows? He might just get mad that I didn't tell him about it. The guy can be so unpredictable sometimes.

Either way…

I'm definitely doing this.

The flames lick the pot, and the potion inside bubbles furiously. Add in a crazy wig, and you couldn't tell the difference between me and an evil warlock. I add in the last ingredient, and this time, the potion starts bubbling towards the surface, so I use my wand to enchant the cauldron to grow bigger.

Then, I pour the potion onto two owls perched on a tree branch. A hazy reflection of each owl seep out of their bodies and into the owl seated next to them, and the features of both owls change. The smaller owl develops a longer beak, and the color of her fur changes from brown to a perfect shade of white. Her eyes become rounder, and the color of her pupil changes from a light brown to deep, chocolate - brown color.

The same thing happens, except vice versa, to the other owl, and they both squawk in astonishment and surprise. I smile wickedly, letting the owls attack one another in their ultimate confusion. Then, I take two vials, and I fill up three quarters of each of the vials with the potion.

Finished, I go to the bathroom and drain every last drop of the potion from the cauldron into the sink.

Time for some real action.

I hide the vials in my cloak and head to the kitchens, where the house elves are busy preparing food. They bow as I enter, and I break into a grin. The first thing I'm doing when I grow up is getting a few house - elves. I could get used to bossing them around and making them do everything for me.

"Can you give me the dish meant for James Potter?" I ask, my voice strict and intimidating. A few elves whimper, and one elf shakily says "Yes, sir."

A few house elves go back into a little room, and I tap my foot impatiently as I wait. I'm not surprised that they didn't question me. These little brats are such fools.

"W - Would you like something, sir?" one elf asks, and I stare at him, acting as demeaning as possible.

"If you worthless brats can prepare anything good, then you may give something." The elf bows deeply and leaves.

I smile at myself for the sentence. Worthless and brats worked like a charm. I remind myself to use it more often. Finally, the other elf comes to me. He bows and hands me the dish. I pour one of the vials in the soup, when one elf speaks up.

"Sir, what are you doing?"

"Believe it or not, I'm doing Potter a favor," I sneer. The house elf doesn't say anything more, but I can trace doubt and worry all over his face.

Suddenly, I am worried. They wouldn't tell this to Dumbledore, would they?

"House elves," I announce, "You must not speak of this to anyone. If you do, you - you must hit yourself with a Bludger ten times. HARD." I emphasize the last word immensely, and they quietly nod.

"Good," I say. I am about to leave when the elf who asked if I wanted something returns, arriving with some cookies and milk. My mouth waters, and I eye the cookies greedily.

"Hurry up, you worthless thing," I snap at him.

Worthless, seriously? Isn't there anything else I can use? I mean, it's a good insult, but oh, so, repetitive!

He quickens his pace and rushes over, as I try to hold myself back from gobbling up all the cookies in one gulp.

The sweet, gooey chocolate improves my mood as I keep on ordering for more until I glance at the time and realize it's time I go. Getting up, I reluctantly leave the newly fresh plate of cookies and leave.

Of course, Mr. Snivellus (yes, I believe I have also caught on to that name, horrid as the source may be) is still ignoring me, so I sit quietly and chew my food. Potter is talking to his friends, and I spy the soup the house elf handed me earlier. Time goes in slow - motion as I wait for Potter to drink the soup, and I too start putting the vial close to my lips.

5..

4..

"Uh.. Lucius?"

3…

"HELLO!?"

2..

I drink my vial.

1…

NOOOOOOOOO!

At the last second, Evans snatches the spoon, and her friends giggle as she drinks it. I am guessing it was a dare, but I have no time to dwell on it because I'm slowly drifting away…

I wake up in the Gryffindor common room. Even worse, I'm in the girls part of the room. I curse rapidly under my breath as a girl walks into the room. She looks worried, and I easily recognize her as one of the girls laughing with Evans.

Well. Guess I didn't really think this through, did I? My anger really overcame me..

"Lily, you okay?" the girl asks, ripping me from my thoughts. Her dark brown eyes search mine, but I break free from her gaze and look at the fluffy pillows.

GROSS. They're pink.

"Hey, Lils? What happened?"

"Nothing," I reply, and wince at how high-pitched my voice sounds. I sound like a girl. A Gryffindor, mudblood girl. UGH.

"Just stressed with school."

"You? Stressed with school?" the girl lets out a soft little laugh, and then goes back to being worried.

"Hey. Look at me," she says, and I look at her.

"Rest up, okay? If this is about the Marauders, then just screw them and whatever they did," she leaves me there, unsure of what to do.

I guess, in a way, she's right.

If the Marauders weren't as stupid and happy as they are now, none of this would have ever happened.

I gingerly pick up the soft (RED!) blanket and drape it over me. On her nightstand, I find a few folktales, like The Tales of Beedle the Bard. I pick up the hardcover book, and open up the weathered pages. Then, I run my hands along the pages, using my hands to outline every picture, while reading the little captions plastered on the bottom.

"Nice book, huh?" asks a voice. I almost jump. This voice isn't a girl's voice. I slowly turn my head and standing behind me is the one (the only), Severus Snape.

My mouth forms into a little drawl (the best Evans could manage) glare up at him.

"Oh, so now you want to talk to me?"

He looks confused, and I sigh, realizing I have to keep my cover. My mouth shifts into a gentle smile.

Wait. Why is Snape in the girls dormitories?

"I - I was practicing how to drawl, umm.. I saw Lucius doing it," I say quickly.

"Lucius?" Snape cocks an eyebrow.

"Yes, Lucius," I repeat. "Wait, why are you in-"

He cuts me off. "Since when have you started noticing Lucius? Since when do you call him Lucius?"

"Since today."

"Why him?" Snape mutters softly (I'm sure he thought I couldn't hear it, by the soft roll of his annoyed eyes), before saying "Do you have a problem with me, Lily? If you do, just say it."

I am tempted to bonk him across the head with the book so that I won't have to continue this stupid conversation anymore.

"No, I do not. Can you leave? I want to sleep," I snarl viciously.

"You didn't seem so sleepy when you were reading," he retorts, lips curling into a sneer.

"SNAPE! WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM?!" I yell, before covering my mouth.

Uh - oh..

"I - I mean, I'm sorry, Snape - Er, Severus - Umm.. I mean…"

What does Lily call this blasted idiot?!

Uh-oh… did I say that out loud?!

"It's Sev," Snape replies, clearly hurt, "You call me Sev."

He leaves without saying another word, and I am left there to mourn what I just did.

I screwed everything up.

I need to figure out a way to fix this, but the only way is to confront Evans - er, me.

I put the book on my- er, Evans's night stand and switch off the lamp.

As I settle into the comfy bed (Wow… I must be really tired to be calling a Gryffindor mudblood's bed comfy), I close my eyes and dream about a world where Snape doesn't exist. A world where the Marauders don't exist. A world where Evans doesn't exist. A world where I rule over everyone, and don't have to worry about a thing.

And the only time Snape appears in my dream is when I whack him over the head repeatedly with a potions book.

AAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!

I - I'm that filthy Slytherin who hangs out with Sev.

AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!

I'm Lucius Malfoy!

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

I get up from the floor, and take in his room. It's filled with a common theme of silver and green, and I have to admit, those colors do look stunning together. As I trace my finger around the Slytherin logo, Sev walks in. I smile, but Sev is in a horrible mood.

"Aww, what's wrong, Sev?"

He looks up at me and stares oddly.

"Did you just say Sev?"

Right. I'm Lucius Malfoy now.

"No.. I meant… I think I meant Severus. Right?"

Sev doesn't respond, just sits back on his bed. Normally, I would go and comfort him, but it seems boys are a different type of person altogether.

"Well, then, enjoy sulking. I do not care one bit about it because I am Lucius Malfoy. I am a proud Slytherin, and I.. uh.."

Sev doesn't respond, so I shut my mouth and play with my hair. I twirl it a little bit, and Sev looks at me, horrified.

I ignore him, and then I notice something.

Instead of the normal reddish tinge, it's.. it's-

IT'S SILVER!

It's a silver, smooth color, and perfectly gelled. I remove my hands immediately, and I wipe the gel on my robes.

Well, Malfoy's robes.

"Damn, Malfoy. What is wrong with you today? It's like you and Lily switched bodies or something," he says lightly, rolling his eyes, and then goes back to sulking.

I can't figure out what Malfoy would do now, so I grab a textbook off the shelf and start practicing Charms. Sev looks up again and shakes his head.

"We have no homework," he says matter - of - factly.

"Well, maybe I want to practice," I shoot back.

"Yeah, totally. When's the last time you voluntarily practiced?" he lets out a bitter laugh, and starts playing with his robes.

"Well, I'm sorry, Sev, but just because you're in a bad mood doesn't mean you have to start blaming everything on me. I want to practice Charms, and if you have a problem with that, then you can go!"

Normally, Sev would be surprised at my sudden outburst, but he ignored me, and said "It's Snape, Malfoy. I don't know what's wrong with you, but something is up. Don't think I won't find out. And if this has something to do with Lily.." he comes straight at me, pushing me against the wall.

"FORGET IT."

"Stop it!" I scream. I try pushing him away, but he stands there, still pushing me against the wall. I realize I sound very high pitched, much too high pitched for Malfoy's liking.

Sev sneers at me, and mimics "Stop it!" in the same high pitched voice I used. I muster up all my strength and kick him, hard. He starts to recover from the blow, and then he grabs his wand, while I instinctively start to get mine.

"STOP IT, BOTH OF YOU!" hollers Slughorn. He walks in, madder than I have ever seen him.

He grabs me by the collar, and uses his other hand for Sev's collar. Then, he trudges to his office and confiscates our wands.

"You are both sentenced to detention for TWO WEEKS. DO YOU UNDERSTAND?!"

Oh, no.

OH, NO.

I GOT INTO DETENTION?!

FOR TWO WEEKS?1

Sev looks quite calm, and I turn to glare at him. I try to sneer, but it comes out all wrong (*shudder*), and I focus on the glare instead.

Slughorn tells us to leave, and I walk faster than Sev, not wanting to get into detention again. While walking, I collect my thoughts.

How am I going to get out of this body?

The answer literally walks right past me.

"And you're sure this is safe?" I ask Malfoy - er, me, Lily. We are in a broom closet, currently staring awkwardly at each other's bodies. I look at my beautiful red hair, and long for it to replace the hair that's on my head.

Malfoy - erm, me clears his… her throat. I am prepared to ask him so many questions, but I ask the first one that pops up in my head.

"How do we get out of these bodies?"

"Yes, well, I did some research, and we need to brew polyjuice potion. No worries, I can brew the potion. But-"

"What do you mean, you can brew polyjuice potion? Have you done this before?" I stare at him (her) in horror.

"Er, well, that's not the point here, Evans. The point is-"

I set my hard gaze on him and cross my arms.

He stops talking, and we both just glare at each for some time, until Malfoy - Lily sighs.

"Yes, yes I have. Now, can we focus on the topic at hand?! Do you want to get out of this body or not?!"

I (YES!) scoff, and he continues talking.

"Now, as I was saying… polyjuice potion requires two months to brew."

"I have to be in your body for two months?!" I exclaim loudly as my mouth drops. "Not acceptable. I'm telling Professor McGonagall. Now." I start to leave the closet, but Malfoy - Lily pulls me back.

"No. Please, don't."

I cross my arms again.

He glares at me, sighs, and continues talking.

"I can't get in trouble. Please. Yes, I was foolish for creating this potion, and-"

"YOU DID THIS?!" I screech at him, and I am prepared to throw a broom at him.

THIS IS ALL HIS FAULT?!

BECAUSE OF HIM, I HAD A FULL - ON FIGHT WITH SEV!

BECAUSE Of HIM, I HAVE SILVERY, WHITE HAIR!

BECAUSE OF HIM, I AM STUCK IN THE SLYTHERIN BOYS DORMITORY WITH NO CLUE AS TO HOW TO ACT!

IF IT WEREN'T FOR HIM, I WOULD BE WITH MALLORY RIGHT NOW, ENJOYING HER COMPANY.

IF IT WEREN'T FOR HIM, I COULD HAVE HELPED ALICE ON HER DATE WITH FRANK TONIGHT!

IF IT WEREN'T FOR HIM, I COULD COMFORT SEV!

HE CAUSED ALL OF THIS.

"Yes, I did. You, of all people, should understand. I was - I was mad at the Marauders. And some... things happened, and now we are currently in this situation."

I remember now.

The soup, the dare, everything.

My face is still stiff, but I listen to him.

"I - I'm sorry. I was blinded by my anger. But, I have a solution. When I was still in my body, I had noticed Snape was brewing a polyjuice potion. I don't know why, but maybe, with your help, I could somehow talk him into giving me the potion."

I don't respond.

"He'll listen to you, Lily, but we just had umm.. a bit of a fight, and he's really mad at me now. Maybe.. just maybe you can give me some advice as to how to confront Snape?"

I glower at him before speaking.

"Fine. And, Malfoy? Never say Snape. It's Sev."

Sev is still in the common room, so I quietly creep in there (as Malfoy, of course), and act like I'm studying for Transfiguration. Sev is still not speaking to me, but at the moment, I don't care. I am waiting for, well, me.

He finally arrives, and he approaches Sev. Sev looks at him, opens his mouth, shuts it, and then goes back to reading his Advanced Potions for Grade 8 book. Malfoy - Lily takes a deep breath, and says "Look, Sn - Sev, I'm sorry for getting mad. Really." He looks like he's about to throw up as he takes Sev's hand and squeezes it.

Sev looks up, surprised.

"HOW DID YOU GET IN HERE!?" he whisper - yells, shocked.

My eyes widen. UH-OH! I had completely forgotten about that!

"Me!" I yell, a little too loudly. Everyone in the Slytherin common room looks towards us, eyes narrowing at the sight of Lily.

Oh no.

I gesture to Sev and Lily, and we run out of the common room.

"Sorry. I told her the password," I tell Sev, "I know you guys had a fight and all, so…" I trail off, and Malfoy looks disgusted. Sev nods slowly, but doesn't respond. Instead, he turns to Lily and chooses his words carefully.

"It's okay, Lily. I'm sorry, too." He hugs Malfoy - Lily, and Malfoy - Lily doesn't know what to do. He closes his eyes for a very long time, before finally giving the stiffest hug known to humanity. I give him a slight smile, and he groans.

"Anyways," he clears his throat, "Slu- Professor Slughorn.. um.. told me that if I brew polyjuice potion, I would.. uh... get extra credit. He wants it by next week, though, and since polyjuice potion takes two months to brew, maybe you could help me brew.. um.. faster?

I shut my eyes. A lot of hope is relying on Sev's next response. I have a good feeling I know what his response is going to be, but now I'm doubting myself. What if he's still mad at me? Well, the Malfoy - Lily who clearly fucked things up.

"Oh! Well, you're in umm.. luck. Don't get mad, but I do have some extra potion that's ready."

I exhaled long and hard.

Malfoy - Lily was practically jumping with joy.

"I'm not mad at all. Sn - Sev, you're dope - I mean, amazing!"

I grin from ear - to - ear.

Soon, everything would be back to normal.

I can't wait to see Mallory and Alice's faces again.

Those kids are up to something… I just know it!

Which kids, you ask? The Marauders, Lucius Malfoy, Severus Snape, and Lily Evans.

Of course, the Marauders are always up to something… but this is different. I don't quite understand it…

Let me state my evidence.

Albus Dumbledore's Pieces of Evidence that THOSE KIDS ARE UP TO SOMETHING

Kids in Question: Lily Evans, James Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Peter Pettigrew, Lucius Malfoy, and Severus Snape

Lily Evans- Has been acting weird all week

Ex: Called me an "old fool" and said I wasn't a good headmaster

Lucius Malfoy- Has been acting weird all week

Ex: Twirled with his hair

Severus Snape- Is acting more suspicious than usual

Ex: Has been having unusual mood swings - was mad one second, sad the next, and joyously happy the last

Sirius Black- Has been more sentimental lately

Ex: Always looking a fond type of sad, and is often seen huddled in conversation with fellow Marauders

Remus Lupin- Reads a little less

Ex:Is more active and is seen in the hallways a lot with his friends

Peter Pettigrew- Acts a little more confident

Ex: Carries himself more proudly, and is less frightened or scared than usual

James Potter- Is just acting… odd

Ex: Much more observant and cautious

Okay… so the evidence is a bit… VAGUE. So what?

I know they're up to something. I'm sure of it.

And I'm going to find out just exactly what they're doing.

"Oh, hello, Mister Potter, Mister Black, Mister Lupin, Mister Pettigrew!" I say (exclaim) casually, nodding to each person in turn as I say their name.

They all look up, alarmed. James Potter is the one who speaks.

"Oh, hi, Headmaster Dumbledore! What - what happened? Do you need something?" He stands up, nearly banging into the bench behind him.

The Marauders are sitting in the astronomy tower, on a bench that I'm guessing they transfigured from something else.

"Oh no… nothing at all. I just come up here to enjoy the view sometimes. Nice view, don't you think?" I shoot them a charming smile with my signature twinkling eyes.

In truth, I was looking for them all around the castle, until I finally figured that they might be at the astronomy tower.

Remus Lupin is looking at me, a confused expression on his face. A thousand thoughts seem to be running through his head at the same time.

Godric, that boy needs to stop thinking for five seconds!

Peter Pettigrew is now standing next to James, and smiling hesitantly up at me.

Sirius Black is smirking at me (though I swear I sense some other emotion in the smirk). As I turn to James, out of the corner of my eye, I see Sirius tap his wand on a piece of parchment and mutter something under his breath.

Weird.

James Potter seems to have regained some of his swagger and confidence, because he has his head tilted to the side as he smiles at me.

(Minerva swears he can read minds, but I don't think he'd dare try it on me.)

"Yes, beautiful view," replies Remus, snapping me out oy thoughts.

I nod, shooting another charming smile at them, and I head to the edge of the tower, placing my hands on the fence (it's there so that people don't fall off and die… hm… I wonder if anyone will ever fall off the tower in the future…).

I can hear footsteps slowly retreating behind me, but I pretend I don't hear.

"Okay, then. Bye, Headmaster! We've got homework to do!"

As I retreat from the ledge, Sirius turns around and winks at me. His stormy grey eyes shine with mirth as he runs down the stairs.

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I knew they were up to something!

"Oh, Miss Evans! I didn't see you there!"

Of course I saw her there.

"Oh! Headmaster Dumbledore! Is this about the summer school? I swear I'll do better! I mean - uh, how are you, Profesor?"

Lily Evans looks up and starts rambling before she seems to realize her mistake, and then greets me normally.

"Well, Miss Evans, your grades are quite high! I don't see any reason for you to be going to summer school! Of course, your parents decide what you do in the summer in the muggle world!" I chuckle, but I am very confused. See? She's acting quite odd.

"Oh, yes, I - uh, I'm really sorry. I don't know what I was thinking. I guess.. I was just retelling a tale from my book my story?" Her explanation comes out as a question.

I take a peek at the textbook sprawled across her lap at the moment. "That's a Transfiguration textbook, Miss Evans," I reply, a smile dancing at my lips. I'm finally going to find out what's happening!

However, to my ultimate disappointment, Lily doesn't miss a beat.

"The book in my dorm, Headmaster."

She flashes me a tight smile and goes back to studying. I bid her adieu, and leave as well.

Damn! Come on, that was weird… but obviously I'm not going to figure out anything anytime soon.

"Oh! Mister Snape! Mister Malfoy! Where are you going?"

The two boys freeze and turn around.

"Headmaster! We were just- erm…"

Severus can't seem to make up a proper excuse, and I resist the urge to jump with joy. Maybe… maybe this is it!

Sadly… my life is not to be filled with accomplishments today because Lucius easily picks up where Severus left off.

"We were just going to Professor Slughorn's to get some potions ingredients for extra credit, Headmaster!"

Shit.

"Of course, continue on! Farewell!" I reply (fake) joyously, and then I turn and leave.

NO. Of course, I am not joyous at all! THEY'RE UP TO SOMETHING!

"Hello, Horace! I just wanted to know… did Mr. Snape and Mr. Malfoy happen to come by, asking for extra credit?"

Please say no, say no, say no!

"Oh, yes!"

GAH!

"They came by and said they'd make Polyjuice Potion for extra credit!"

"Why, thank you, Horace!"

No. Not thank you at all! I'm telling you… those kids are up to something!

WHAT ARE YOU HIDING, CHILDREN!?