So Lily's maiden name's Evans? Have to change it as soon as possible. It's a pity, I liked Salliar, though I don't know exactly why... But making James a Chaser is much harder to do. I could curse myself for not making him one at once. I was thinking about that, really, 'cause I didn't want to use all the cliches, but for some stupid reason... *slaps herself slightly* Oh well, at least Lil's a Gryffindor... Otherwise my story would have been impossible!
Nail a pudding on the wall!
Part 13
"Jamie-boy, eat something!" Sirius filled the plate of his friend with just about everything he could reach from his place at the Gryffindor table. James nodded absentmindedly and continued to stare at the door of the Great Hall where the girls were expected to come in for breakfast. Remus and Sirius exchanged a short glance and sighed at exactly the same time.
"Prongs, stop worrying. I'm sure she liked your poem. It was the right thing to do." Remus gently said.
"But what if she hated it? What if..."
"Try to forget about all these 'ifs', Jamie. If it makes you happy, then I'll try to get some information from Jess. I promise that I won't let her notice, of course."
James nodded hesitantly, just when the girls entered the Hall, sat down with them and helped themselves to food. He watched Lily closely without her noticing it, but as far as he could tell, she looked the same as usual. A bit more excited perhaps, her cheeks were slightly flushed, her eyes were sparkling incredibly and she smiled even more than usual, but maybe this was just because she was preparing herself for hexing Snape, Geffrey and Hylretch.
Lily reached for her wand secretly while looking quickly around in the Hall. Who could have sent her the poem? Was anyone gazing at her? She couldn't see anyone and decided to give it up. She would have the time to think about this later, in History of Magic, for example, at the moment, she had to concentrate on the spell she had to cast on Snape and Slaves. Hopefully, it would work at once, she had no opportunity to find it out until the robes would begin to dissappear slowly. She gave her friends a grin, took out her wand and pointed it at the three boys who were sitting at the Slytherin table.
"Invisibilio differato!" she muttered, then she winked at Sirius and - her heart leapt when she just looked at him though she wished it wouldn't - James. "Your turn."
Both grinned evilly when they looked at Snape, Geffrey and Hylretch, and though Lily couldn't see anything, she knew that they were waving their wands under the table in a rather complicated move.
"Done!" James whispered.
The seven friends got up and cracked with laughter the moment they were out of the Great Hall and therefore out of the teachers' sight.
"It's a shame you're not in our year!" Sirius grinned at the girls. "Our fourth lesson is Potions with our favourite Slytherins. And if everything worked the way it should, well then you'll really miss something..."
"Oh please, take a photo! For us..." Lily begged, and James nodded hurriedly.
"'Course we will. We'll make hundreds of photos, to be exact. Then we can even distibute some in the school, at places where everyone can see them."
They all gave happy whoops and then, they separated and set off for their different classrooms.
***
"Is the camera ready?" Sirius watched Snape, Hylretch and Geffrey out of the corner of his eyes. "They will take off their protective clothing in an instant!"
Remus nodded, the camera clutched in his hands and looking expectantly in the same direction while James was standing beside him, grinning broadly and imploring his enemies in whispering over and over again "Come on, show us your pants!"
Snape, Hylretch and Geffrey didn't notice their strange behaviour. In fact, Snape was yelling at his appendages for adding to much Whatsoever to their potion, telling them that they were brainless idiots that weren't even able to follow his orders correctly. When he had calmed down a bit, most of the students had already left the dungeon - except Remus, James, Sirius and Peter, of course - and they took off their protective clothing in a hurry and left for their next lesson, the four Gryffindor boys running behind them and taking lots of photos, although the three Slytherins didn't notice.
It might seem odd that neither Snape nor Hylretch nor Geffrey saw that their robes had dissappeared, but as they were all still furious with each other, they refused to look at anything else but the corridor that lay in front of them, and therefore, they missed quite a sight. A sight that made all the students they passed erupting into snorts of laughter, while James, Sirius, Remus and Peter were laughing as hard that there were tears running down their cheeks. Remus had difficulties in holding the camera, but nevertheless he made photo over photo: Snape pushing his way through a group of girls, his pink pants with the writing saying 'lonely fighter' clearly visible (They were staring at him like he was a ghost, but began to giggle madly when he had passed them). Geffrey glaring at three seventh years that had just kicked him in the bottom and were now grinning broadly. A large group of Ravenclaw sixth years pointing at Hylretch, asking him gently if he needed his bottle, if his nappies were changed properly and if he was lost and searching for his mummy. All three of them walking through a crowd of students from different houses that were clearing their way like the sea had done it for Moses (according to the Bible). Except that the sea didn't roll on the floor with laughter, maybe.
When the three boys entered the Transfiguration classroom, still refusing to look at each other and followed all the time by James, Sirius, Remus and Peter that were having the time of their lives, they found themselves confrontated with Professor McGonagall who was gasping at the sight of their clothes. Or better: At the sight of their not excisting clothes. Everyone who knew McGonagall would have known that it was high time for a well organized retreat. Snape, Geffrey and Hylretch knew her quite well, but it was too late for a retreat. Much too late.
By the time Sirius, Remus, James and Peter approached them, now hidden under the invisibility cloak and Remus snapping like a maniac, she was yelling about them being a shame for the whole school and writing to their parents about their unsupportable behaviour.
"But, Professor" Snape said in a very small voice, "it wasn't our fault. Potter's fan club and their girlfriends played this prank on us! I'm sure!"
"Potter, Black, Lupin, Pettigrew, Evans, Lendilow and Grandgish? You hate them, Mr. Snape, especially the boys, so why should I believe you when you are trying to get them into trouble?"
"They... They are mad at us, Professor, for trying to pour..." Geffrey was silenced instantly by the glare Snape gave him.
McGonagall looked even more furious, if this was possible. "So you've done something to them, and now you're trying to get them detention? Enough! The Headmaster will hear about this! - Out! Go and dress yourself properly, and then we will go and see him."
She closed the door behind them and the three Slytherins set off for their common room, all with especially red faces and muttering to themselves. The four Gryffindors, still hidden under the cloak, decided that they had enough and marched with difficulties - it wasn't very comfortable, being under the cloak with three other persons, above all if one of them was Peter - towards their secret room where the girls were already waiting impatiently.
"Did it work? Did it work?" Sarah bounced up and down when they entered, pulling the cloak off. Sirius grinned at her.
"It was wonderful! Great! Fantastic! Just about perfect!"
Lily and Jessie snapped the camera out of Remus' hands, took out the film and instantly hexed it to develop itself and to show them the photos. They nearly cracked when they saw them, and soon, all seven of them were rolling on the floor, shrieking with laughter and yelling excitedly - if they managed to choke out some clear words. It was then when Lily suddenly found James lying on top of her because he had lost his balance and had rolled from the sofa on the floor - or better, on Lily who was lying on the floor. For a moment, none of them said anything, they were just gazing into each others eyes, green flames were burning into almost black velvet, then James blushed and rolled off her, cursing himself for not being able to control his feelings while Lily wished that he would have kissed her, right here, in front of all her friends. But on the other hand, she was also glad that none of them had noticed anything.
***
Lily was wrong. As soon as the girls and the boys separated for their next lessons - they had skipped the fifth one -, she was cornered by Sarah and Jessie, who were both grinning broadly.
"Aw! That was sweet!"
Jessie's voice pulled Lily back to reality and she looked at her friend as if to find out what she had meant - although she knew it already. "What do you mean?" she asked hesitantly.
"How you were staring at each other." Sarah put in helpfully.
"We - " Lily was cut off by Sarah.
"should have made a photo. You wouldn't even have noticed. You were much to busy staring into each other's eyes."
"Did you know that James' ones become black - an affectionate black, to be exact" - Jessie grinned personally - "whenever he looks at you?"
Lily just moaned.
"What's the reason again why it's not James who sent you the poem?"
Lily sighed in exhaustion and closed her eyes. "Because he doesn't write poems and because he doesn't love me."
"Objection! He does love you."
"I'm getting tired of this conversation. Just drop it, he doesn't love me. And if we stand here for another minute, then we'll be late in Transfiguration."
***
James' time wasn't more comfortable than Lily's was.
"M'dear Prongs" - James narrowed his eyes for he knew that Sirius was up to something. He was up to something whenever he used this adress. - "I'm not sure if this was supposed to be romantic, but it was quite cute."
"What are you talking about?"
"You? Lying on a certain red-haired girl? A red-haired girl you love by sheer chance? - Anyway, this wasn't really the traditional way to get near her, was it?"
"It was an accident."
"Yeah, right."
James glared at Remus and Sirius while Peter was standing beside them wearing an amused expression.
"It was an accident!"
"Accident or not" Remus pointed out, grinning roguishly, "why didn't you kiss her?"
"'Cause she would have slapped me."
"Nah. Judging by the way she was looking at you, she was ready to consent to marry you."
"Yeah, of course." James said sarcastically. "On what type of medication are you at the moment, Padfoot?"
""I'm not. But you should be. To heal your blindness whenever it comes to Lily and how she's feeling."
"Why can't you just believe us that she loves you?" Remus gently asked.
James sighed. "I know that she loves me. But she loves me as a friend, not more, and if that's all I can get from her, then I have to be content with it."
"You're hopeless, Prongs."
***
"Did she say something?" James put down his book, anxiety in his eyes, when Remus entered the common room.
Remus dropped down in the chair next to him and smiled. "Just as we told you over and over again, Prongs: Lily likes your poem. A lot, in fact. Jess said that she was wondering the whole day who could have sent it to her, 'cause she thinks that it's beautiful. She has no idea that it's from you, though. - Oh, and you'll love to hear that: She'll break up with Steven."
"Really?" When Remus nodded, James jumped up and danced around in the common room, attracting quite a few looks from his House members.
Lily, who was coming down the stair at this very moment, laughed and was whirled around the room a moment later, until she finally managed to escape James' arms and plopped down in the chair beside the one Remus was occupying. James joined them a moment later, grinning like a maniac.
"Now, what was that?" Lily asked laughing. "Are they going to expel Snape for his improper behaviour?"
James shook his head, eyes sparkling with delight. "Nah. Much better!"
"Are you accepted on the National Quidditch team?"
"Better!"
"Better??? Then I really don't get it. What is it?"
"Won't tell you."
"You..." She slapped him playfully, then looked at Remus. "Will you tell me?"
He shook his head. "Nope. It's James decision."
"Aw, this isn't fair. Why don't you tell me?"
"Because." He smiled at her, avoiding her eyes at the same time for he really didn't want to blush at the moment.
"But why?" Lily insisted, but when she saw that there was nothing she could do about it, she shook her head and got up to leave the common room.
"Where are you going to?" James called after her.
She turned around. "Search Steven."
His smile faltered for a moment, then it was back, even more broad, if this was possible. "Have fun!"
"As if." she muttered while climbing out of the portrait hole.
***
"But... Why?" Steven was asking Lily the same question she had asked James just half an hour ago, and like him, she chose not to answer.
"Is it because of this useless looker, James Potter? High king of Quidditch, and that's probably all he's good for."
Steven watched Lily wincing, but she pulled herself together rather quickly and glared at him. "Don't you dare insult my friends, Steven! James is worth hundreds of you!"
"So it is him, isn't it?"
"No!" Lily was almost yelling now. She couldn't believe that she endured him for as long as she did. (A/N: Hey, that was a lign of a song of the Corrs, didn't notice it until it was written. 'I never loved you anyway', I think.) "We're just friends. But he means much more to me than you ever did, Steven. At least he doesn't insult my friends."
Steven was about to say something, but then he closed his mouth and watched her with an odd expression for two or three seconds. She was about to leave when he grabbed her arm. "Listen, Lil, I'm sorry. Really. I was just... jealous. Quite a shock for me, you know."
She turned around to face him, and when she saw that he really looked sorry, she gave him a quick squeeze.
"I'm sorry that it had to turn out this way, Steve."
He looked at her with what seemed to be concern. "Take good care of yourself, will you? And if Potter doesn't treat you right, then I'll have a word with this boy."
"How do you know it's him?" Lily whispered.
"Lil, I might not be the brightest guy in our school, not like your James" - he grinned wryly - "but there's one thing I'm good at, and that's guessing other people's heart."
She reached for his hand. "Thank you. For everything." She gave him a last smile and turned to leave the library, just when a last thought came to her mind. She smiled at him once again. "Look out for your dreamgirl, Steve. I know she's out there. And I hope she loves you, 'cause if not, she's missing a lot."
This time, she really left, and the words that Steven muttered while staring after her with a mixture of sadness and an expression that was unreadable were only heard by himself:
"You are my dreamgirl, Lily Evans..."
***
It was the next morning, a Thursday, and everywhere in the Great Hall, students were sitting at their House tables, whispering and chatting excitedly about the photos of Snape, Hylretch and Geffrey that where distributed in the whole school, some where hanging in the Hall, others at the entrances of the different Houses or at the doors of the classrooms. At the Gryffindor table, Sirius, James, Remus and Peter were enjoying the faces of their enemies that resembled more and more tomatoes in their different stages of ripeness, only in the wrong order: From red to pink to a more and more striking green. When the girls entered the Hall and dropped down next to the boys, they gave the three Slytherins an excited look and their face cracked into three identical, devilish grins.
"Snape looks remarkably like an unripe tomatoe with some oily weed on its top." Lily stated just when the brown school owl she already knew from the day before plopped down beside her and gently laid a leaf, formed like a heart, on her plate.
James watched the scene with keen interest. How would she react? For an instant, Lily gazed at the present the owl gave her, then James could see understanding flashing up in her eyes. Obviously, she remembered the poem. When she suddenly glanced up, he didn't succeed in turn away quickly enough, but to his surprise, she was the one to blush and turn away. Okay, she was not the only one, he corrected himself as he could feel his skin grow hot and looked down at his plate. 'You have to be more careful', he told himself silently. 'If not, she'll know that it's from you before you want her to know.'
Lily looked up and caught James gazing at her. Quickly, she turned away, but it didn't pretend her from blushing. Why was he staring at her? Could the poem and the leaf be from him after all? No, what a rubbish, now she was losing it completely. She had to stop listening to Sarah's and Jess' attempts to convince her that James was her secret admirer. Her gaze wandered over the faces in the Great Hall, but once again, there was no one who was watching her with more than just normal interest. No one looked at her expectantly as if to see how she liked the leaf the owl brought her to remind her of the poem. She gave Steven a tiny smile when their eyes connected and continued to search for any sign to identify the writer.
The owl brought her back to reality. It was nibbling gently at her finger and she turned around to stroke it with a smile. Somehow she had the strange feeling that it would grin if it hadn't a beak, she was sure that it knew exactly what was going on and enjoyed to experience of being a love messenger.
"Couldn't you just tell me who sent you to me?" she whispered to the bird.
It was cooing loudly and thankfully ate the piece of pie she offered it, but it didn't answer, which wasn't really a surprise. When the owl took off, Sarah leaned over to see what it had brought her. Spotting the leaf on Lily's plate, she smiled broadly.
"He isn't going to give up, eh?"
"If only I knew who sent it!"
"Oh come on, Lil, you know it! Deep in your heart, you know it."
"Snape?" Lily grinned.
"Yuck!" Jessie, who had listened to their conversation, snorted with laughter and quickly gulped for not spreading orange juice all over the place.
Sirius turned around and grinned. "What's the matter?"
"Oh, we were just talking about Snape. Snape writing poems to Lily, to be more precise."
"May I ask what sort of poems?"
"Love poems?" Sarah grinned.
Sirius smirked all over his face. "Someone's writing love poems to Lil?" He pretended to be surprised. "Who? Can I read them?"
Lily shrugged and reached inside her pocket, then threw the parchment at him. He caught it left handed and bent over it with faked suspence although he knew it already by heart because James was repeating it over and over again, asking him if it had sounded better with a tiny change that no one would notice anyway, like leaving out the punctuation marks or something like that. This love had really changed his friend, Sirius thought while reading the poem absentmindedly. He seemed to be a bit more... mature. That he had stopped his try to set up a new world record in breaking girls' hearts was a good thing. And hopefully, he would stop brooding and moping around as soon as he and Lily were a couple. That was if Lily loved him. If not... Sirius didn't even want to think about it. He would have a hard time to prevent his friend from killing himself. But somehow, Sirius doubted that the second possibility would come true. He wasn't sure if Lily loved his friend, but there were some signs that made him believe that she did. Yesterday, for example. She hadn't minded at all that he had been lying on her, and watching them gazing into each others' eyes... Well, that had been quite fun. And she seemed to blush regularly when she was around James, a thing he had never seen her do when she was talking to any other boy.
"What do you think about it?"
Sirius startled when he heard Sarah's voice. "Huh? - Oh. Well, I think it's pretty good, so therefore, it can't be from Snape. He wouldn't have the brain to write something like that."
"Probably right." Sarah nodded. "But who's it, then? We don't have any idea. Well, that means, Jess and me, we have a pretty good idea, but Lil refuses to believe it."
"And what's this idea?"
"Does James write poems?"
Sirius wrinkled his brow. "So you think James sent it?"
"Well... Yeah. Firstly, he's got the brain. Secondly, he loves her. Okay, my opinion."
Sirius smirked. "You know that I won't tell you that you're right."
"Neither will I tell you that she loves him, too."
Sirius felt like jumping up happily and hugging her, but for the moment, they just exchanged a knowing grin.
"He should go on like this for a month, then she will even believe him if he tells her he loves her." Sarah advised.
"You're talking about Snape, aren't you?"
She nodded earnestly while trying to stifle a giggle. "'Course I am."
He suddenly noticed a cute dimple in her cheek and turned back to his plate quickly, shaking himself inwardly.
Now, why would you care if there's a cute dimple in her cheek when she's laughing? It's enough that Jamie's acting like a weirdo whenever Lil's the topic! You don't have to join him!
***
Where am I?
James moaned and opened his eyes hesitantly, trying to focuse them on his surroundings. He was lying in a bed, covered with a white blanket. The Hospital Wing? And there was someone sitting beside his bed, reading a book, a girl, and her read hair was falling in her face. Lily? She looked up when she heard his moan and bent over him.
"James? Are you awake?" she whispered gently, and he nodded. His head was aching, his back was aching, his whole body was aching, but he tried to concentrate on the girl's face floating over him, her green eyes filled with concern.
Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear!
Where had that come from? Oh yeah, 'Romeo & Juliet'. He opened his mouth to ask her why he was lying in the Hospital Wing, but what he asked was definitely something different:
"Wllyamarryme?"
"Sorry?" She looked at him worriedly. "Do you want me to get Ms Stevens?"
"Nothing." He blushed and turned his face to the wall, then, after a minute or so, when he supposed that he was back to his normal color, he turned again to face her.
"Why am I in the Hospital Wing?"
"You can't remember anything?"
He shook his head and moved over to give her the space to lie down next to him, which she did without even hesitating for an instant.
"Actually, we aren't sure what happened exactly. All we know that there was a team practice, and then your broom began to go crazy, trying to shake you off and so on. Somebody must have hexed it. Anyway, according to Sirius you did quite a good job and somehow succeded in staying on it until a Bludger knocked you off. You were falling down about twenty feet. - You can't imagine how frightened we were." she added quietly.
"How long have I been in here?"
"Only one hour. The others are downstairs in the Great Hall for dinner."
"What about you?"
"I'm not hungry."
"Sure?"
"Sure."
She smiled and he was fighting the urge to kiss her right now. 'Wait a bit longer', he told himself silently. 'Not yet. First you have to show her that you love her, and then you can kiss her. Not the other way round.' Aloud, he said: "You said that someone cursed my broom?"
"It's likely, isn't it? It wouldn't decide to shake you off on its own accord."
"Probably not."
"Let's talk about this later, Sirius will know more about it, he was with you, at least."
"Kay. So what do you want to talk about until the others are here once again?"
"Love potions and curl spells."
"Oh, our revenge on Padfoot and Moony..." James grinned in anticipation.
"Yep. I found a spell, only the love potion is a problem."
"Nah, it isn't. I looked it up in a book we have at home, and I brought the recipe along with me. It's not too complicated, I think."
"Must be wonderful, being able to talk with your parents about magic as if it was the most normal thing in the whole world..."
"Well, it is."
"Not if you're Muggle-born. My parents used to treat me special just because of that. Petunia does it, too, but in another way." Lily grinned wryly.
"What about your grandmother? I like her."
"She's okay. In fact, I love her, she's proud that I'm a witch, but she's neither Mum nor Dad..."
James silently put his arms around her shoulders and they stayed that way for a while, too comfortable to disturb the friendly silence.
Unfortunately, their friends chose exactly this moment to return from dinner and enter the Hospital wing. Sirius whistled when he saw the two of them lying on the bed, James' arm around Lily's shoulders. A huge grin spread over his face.
"We'll just leave and come back again later, okay?"
"Sirius!" Lily sat up immediatly and glared at him. "It's soooo romantic in a hospital wing, really!"
He just grinned and shrugged innocently, but followed the others who were sitting down on James' bed until James started to protest about being squashed, but no one seemed to care.
"Padfoot, Lil said you knew a bit more about this, er... accident?"
Sirius groaned. "If this was an accident, then I'm the least serious person in the whole world."
"Um, Sirius? You are the the least serious person in the whole world!"
Sirius was truly horrified. "I'm not!"
"Are too!"
"Am not! Anyway, this wasn't an accident. Someone cursed your broom, Jamie."
"But who would hate James enough to actually try to kill him?"
"I wonder." Sirius said sarcastically.
Remus looked at him. "You mean... Snape?"
"'Course."
Lily wrinkled up her nose, thinking, then she shook her head slowly. "I don't know. I don't like him, but he doesn't seem the kind to kill his enemies... Somehow, he has still some decency, I think."
"You call it decency that he tried to pour love potion into your mouth?"
"Good point" Lily muttered, though she was still looking as if she doubted that it really had been Snape.
"Look, Lil" Sarah tried to dispel her doubts. "Snape is mean, we know that he is. And he's still mad for that 'lonely fighter' incident. He just lost his mind. Or can you think of anyone else who might hate James that much?"
"No..."
"Are we going to tell Dumbledore?"
Remus thought for a moment, then he shook his head. "No, Jess, we don't have any proofs."
Sirius gritted his teeth. "We have to make sure that Snape doesn't even think of doing something like that again. Not only a few photos of his underwear this time!"
"James? What do you think?" Lily's voice brought James, who had been lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling with a blank face, back to reality.
He hesitated, then shook his head. "I... I don't think it was Snape..."
"Who else?" Remus asked in surprise.
"I won't tell you. Not yet. I have to be sure, so don't ask me about it, kay?"
"But..."
"I'll tell you as soon as I know it for sure. Don't do anything to Snape, well, nothing you wouldn't do if it hadn't been for this little accident." James grinned wryly.
"James, this is serious. Someone tried to kill you! If you have a suspicion, then tell us!"
He shook his head negatively. "No. It's just a suspicion."
"Why don't you want to tell us?"
"Because."
Remus sighed. "Okay. So we won't be able to elicit your secret from you?"
"No."
"And what if it happens again?"
"It won't."
"Well, guess it's your decision..."
In this moment, Ms Stevens entered the room, looking fierce. "Why didn't you call me? I have to check if he's alright, now that he's awake!"
"I'm fine, Ms Stevens, thanks!"
"It's my job to decide whether you're fine or not. Could you others please clear the bed? Wait outside!"
***
Sarah, Lily, Sirius, Peter, Remus and Jessie didn't have to wait long. Just a few minutes later, James was coming out of the door, looking triumphantly. The others stared at him, then Jessie cleared her throat.
"How did you do that? I was sure she'd keep you under her wings for the rest of the week."
"Oh well, I told her that she was so great in her job that I was just as healthy as before I fell off my broom."
"And she believed you?"
"Well... At least, it worked."
"You know, James, you should really lie down for a while." Lily said in a concerned voice. She choose to ignore Sirius' smirk.
"I'll lie down in no time at all, Lil, I promise. But I have to do something very important first."
"Can we come along?"
"No. And, Padfoot? Don't even try to follow me, the invisibility cloak's in my bag."
"What are you going to do?"
"Find out whether I was right or wrong with my suspicion."
And, not giving them any time to react, he dissappeared towards the Great Hall.
*****
Sorry, sort of cliffhanger, I know. I'm writing Maths tomorrow, so there is not much time. It's also my birthday. Cruel, isn't it? A day before we're writing a Maths test...
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