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I borrowed something from Elsha Roshyn, I hope you don't mind. It was just a small teeny weeny sentence because I liked it too much for it just to sit around in some small review that no one will look at (maybe) and I put it in here! I'm not trying to plagiarize or anything, just a few words, that's all. :) Thanks though, for the reviews (three people. I know more than three people are reading this and I am so ashamed at your non-reviewing behaviour!~*~) One more thing, it wasn't supposed to be September seventh, but November seventh. So sorry for the mistake, I will correct it as soon as I am able. R/R, I'd appreciate it.

Fiona Fiddle looked over at the wizard wall-clock above her bed. "Sleep" it said. Both hands were quarter of the way through the clock. "Three-fifteen," she said out loud. She scanned her eyes over the dark room, seeing Lily Evans's bed empty. Automatically, her piercing grey eyes wandered to the open window. So that was what woke her.

"Lily Evans? Is that you?"

"Fiona? Yea, it's me."

"What in Merlin's name are you doing, Lily?"

"How'd we get in first name basis again?"

"Well fine! You want me to leave, just tell me. I came out here to say that you could've been more considerate in-"

"I'm not in the mood to argue, would you please--"

"What?" spat Fiona.

"Sit right here for a while, if you're not too tired?"

"What?" She was probably high or something.

"I said, would you-"

"I heard what you said, sure uh, sure I will, what's the matter?"

"James Potter asked me out yesterday."

"Yea, I think the whole school knows that by now," she replied sarcastically.

"He's different."

"Evans, what's wrong with you? You're acting...well, you're acting normal!" Lily didn't seem to be paying attention. She hadn't even looked away from the stars and at Fiona. Fiona noticed that she wore nothing but almost see through satin pyjamas and loose cotton undies.

"I know you all think of me as some kind of dominatrix with daddy's credit card walking all over everyone," she smiled a little ruefully.

"Of c-course we don't uh," Fiona stuttered.

"Yes you do, and it doesn't matter, because I am. Or was. Now I don't know what to do!" Her voice had an almost insane edge to it. She looked at her companion for the first time; she looked at the sympathetic face, and her fluffy pink bunny slippers, her long green cotton nightie, and at her long blonde hair.

"What's wrong, Lily, please tell me."

Whatever Lily was, or had been, for the past seven years, she had lost. She was brought up in a perfect world, with thirty-two christmas presents and a business conference for each. She was brought up so that she didn't know the difference between good milk and spoilt milk, but knew how to get a milk-stain out of silk. Such a superficial living she carried on, and it all became apparent to her. At seventeen, she grew up. She was beginning to understand why Remus Lupin was so quiet, and why Sirius Black was so boisterous. She understood need, and want, and desire and compassion, that good and bad was what made life worth living. She began to comprehend goals and opinions, that she needed to have them to live. What had she been doing all of these years?

Fiona did her best to console Lily, who was sobbing uncontrollably, much like Gertrude the house-elf had been. The situation was oddly similar, of Lily and Gertrude's. The burden that Lily carried, that there was more to the world than business and tact and manipulation, was like the burden of Gertrude's, the baby. Like Lily and Dumbledore had helped Trudy, so was Fiona and James helping Lily. As the realization struck, Lily lifted her head from Fiona's shoulder, wiped her eyes and resolved to compose herself.

For the rest of the night, Fiona and Lily talked. They talked like best friends, who had known each other for years. Fiona came to know that the snobby, control-freak was part of Lily's character and made to accept it. She even told Lily that she would help her gain her image back, and her life. Lily likewise promised to Fiona that she would help her bring up her grades and get Tamora Matheson to apologize to her for making Remus Lupin think that she was some slut. Thus the golden days began, where Lillian Evans of Henry Evans and company became Lily, mother of Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived.

The plan was a success. No one noticed any change in Lily Evans the next morning. As a downfall, everyone was talking about Fiona Fiddle. Tamora Matheson led all the Gryffindor Girls in a silent treatment against Fiona, 'The Traitor'. But oddly, she did not seem to mind. Lily was a nervous wreck, but like always, managed to keep her composure. Fiona walked around like she owned the place, making Lily about to burst with smothered laughter. Their first class was Divination, with all of the Marauders.

"Hello class, today we will be making a potion in which you can see the future." The bored and dull voice of Professor Evint sounded weak and distant from the opposite end of the classroom. "And to see the future requires not only the 'Inner Eye' as your book states, but also concentration. What it does not require Ms. Evans and Mr. Potter, are dungbombs and teenage breakups full of drama and sorrow that my poor heart is clearly not able to stand." She pointed to herself, and a few snickers were heard from around the class.

"Yes ma'am." Lily said, mimicking the teacher's tone. James laughed loudly. She walked over to him and sat on his lap. "You see madam, I am just ensuring that there will be no dramatic breakups by seeing to it that I am entirely comfortable with my boyfriend." The whole class giggled at the statement. The teacher seemed not to be paying mind. She turned to the board and started writing down the ingredients for the Potion.

"As I did not indicate for you all to bring your cauldrons, you will be using the old granite cauldrons in the cabinet. Be careful with these, for when they get hot, you can burn yourself. You will be working in groups of three of your choosing."

"Because she is just too lazy to pair us up herself?" Fiona whispered to Lily.

"Hush. You know she wouldn't let us together if we complained?" Lily shot back. James walked up to her.

"Be my partner, Evans?" Lily gave him a secret smile.

"We were hoping for Remus, instead." James looked a little disappointed, but Remus ran over at the sound of his name.

"Sure, I'll be your partner."

Lily whispered something in Fiona's ear and she nodded. "Sirius!" she called and whispered something to him. He nodded.

"Hey, Evans, what's the big secret?" Lily looked at Remus.

"Oh nothing, Sirius just wants to be your partner." Before he could protest, the teacher started passing out aged Gouda Cheese (five-hundred years in a damp cave), the key ingredient, and Lily'd already run over to James and Peter. Both groups went about their work in silence.

"This Potion is highly potent and volatile. You don't drink it. When you finish adding in the aged cheese, you are finished with the potion. It should be clear enough to see through, like the pensieve that you worked with in sixth year in your Defense Against The Dark Arts class. Do not eat the cheese," she looked pointedly at Peter, "do not throw the cheese," she looked at James, "Do not smell the cheese," she looked at Frank Longbottom, who smelled the Veritaserum in Fifth Year and walked around telling everyone about the time he got naked and hid in the closet in kindergarten because he didn't want to take a bath. "And last of all," she looked sternly at Fiona, "Do NOT, under any circumstances, set fire to it and throw it in your partner's pants." Fiona and Remus were known to fight constantly when they were dating, and once, in her rage, she did the same thing to a dungbomb.

"Easy for her to say," Remus mumbled, and Sirius snorted. Fiona 'hmmph'-ed and threw a few beetles in the boiling water angrily.

"So."

"Peter! The beetles go in first! The newt's eye is the second to last ingredient, it says right there in front of you you idiot!

"Ok, ok, calm down. I just made a mistake, god!"

"Evans are you listening to me?"

"What," she spat, turning to face James.

"Why the hell are you always so bloody angry?"

"You know why! Now start mixing the Basilisk Blood with the chicken intestine."

"You are so bossy."

"Yeah. Lighten up." Lily glared at James and Peter. They mumbled something and turned away.

"You forgot to put the Memory Charm on me." The Potion was almost done. As she walked by, Professor Evint glanced approvingly at the murky brown liquid.

"Make sure you pop the bubbles or they'll follow the maker around the rest of their life," she told Peter. Peter shyly replied that he would.

"I'm perfectly aware of that, Thanks." Lily pounded the newts eye into the marble grinder. Crunch. Crunch. A few particles flew out of the grinder.

"Does that mean you'll take me out again?" He was making fun of her again! The nerve! She glared at him. He didn't cower as anyone else would have.

"As long as you pay," she replied instead. A small grin broke out on her face.

"Get a room," Peter said. Orange bubbles started flying out of the cauldron and sticking to Peter's head.

*

"How did it go, Fi?"

"I'm going out with Sirius!" she gave a girlish squeak and hid her red face in Lily's pillow.

"Whaat? Are you serious? What about Remus?" Lily was clearly distraught. Had Fiona found out that he was a werewolf?

"Relax, Lily, I heard you're going out on another date with James Potter again." Her eyes sparkled and Lily determined that she looked entirely too happy to have found out that her ex-boyfriend was a werewolf.

"Tell me about Remus." Fiona looked puzzled.

"Well, I talked to him about what Tammy said, and he said that he didn't believe her anyway. I said what she said was wrong and that I was going to tell him that, but he said that it wasn't necessary because he knew that what she said wasn't true and he knew that unless I said that he wouldn't believe her because she's said so many things to other people about him that weren't true and they said that she said that he was those things and so he knew how I felt and-"

"Wait...what?" Fiona sighed exasperatedly. "I lost you after 'Well'." Lily smiled playfully. Fiona hit her with the pillow.

"So tell me about James Potter. Do you really like him?"

"No."

"Then why are you going out with him?"

"I dunno. It's all a game to me, really, I mean you wouldn't expect that someone would outright say that it was a game, but I'm not serious about him." Fiona looked a little disappointed at the thought that they might not really be falling madly in love. She'd decided to ask Lily next weekend after the date. Maybe she'd say something different.

"So does he like you?"

"Who?"

"James!"

"Yea. He's just infatuated!" Lily gave her friend a snooty-royalty look.

"What makes you say that?"

"Well, he's Quidditch Captain and Head Boy, he's top in Transfig. and Muggle Studies, he's gone out with five girls (excluding me) in the last two months,"

"Yes, are you trying to make me jealous, Lily?"

"NO! Well you know he's so great and all, and the whole time that we were in the restaurant, he kept clearing his throat and gaping at me like I didn't notice."

"Really?"

"Would I lie to you?"

"Yes." The doorknob of the girls dormitories grated and the two girls looked up from Bed No.5. Tamora Matheson, Cathy Bigby and Joanne Winslet came in laughing and sighing, gushing over the Marauders. As soon as they saw Lily and Fiona, their expression became disgusted and vengeful.

"Let's get out of here, Fiona, we have to meet our boyfriends," Lily said as nonchalantly as she could. The other girls glared at her back as they walked stylishly out of the dorm.

"She is such a whore!" Fiona closed the door behind her, her tears threatening to come out. The much taller Lily looked down at her, concerned.

"I'm sorry." Fiona saw that Lily looked genuinely apologetic.

"They used to talk to me about those things." Lily fidgeted uncomfortably with a button on her black velvet cloak, not knowing what to say.

"You can-you know-go back and talk to them if you want. I'll pretend I betrayed you or something..." Fiona stood looking at her. She heard Remus asking someone quite loudly where they were.

"No, Lily, I'd rather be your friend than someone who could disown me for something so silly." Lily brightened.

"The boys are waiting for us."

"Yea," she squealed once more, "Sirius is waiting... for me!"