Chapter 11

(A/N) You know the drill… Thanks to all reviewers.

Disclaimer: I forgot this in my other Chapters; What's mine is mine, what's J. K. 's is J. K. 's, got that? (Lily, MWPP, more people.)

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"Evans, what did you see?" James demanded as they both rounded the spiral staircase down Dumbledore's office.

"Do you need to know?"

"I may not be Dumbledore, so maybe I don't have that cool, calm, collective manner. In any case, I want to know what you saw, as I am not him, and did not let you get by with the lame excuse of 'I can't remember'."

Lily halted suddenly, sending James to an abrupt halt behind her, almost colliding into her.

"Do you really want to know what I saw?"

"So you remember?"

"Of course I remember, you idiot. And I can guarantee you that you have more to worry about now than when I was blackmailing you."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Figure it out yourself," she snapped, walking ahead of him.

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Evans was going to tell him what she'd seen in his soul, even if he had to torture it out of her.

Lily interrupted James' thoughts, suddenly bursting in through the portrait hole.

"Hi, Lily!" Peter squeaked.

Lily's eyes flashed, and for a second, James thought that she was going to kill them all right there… or at least severely injure one of them.

"Hello, Peter. Do me a favor. Tell Potter that if that fifth year Sybil Trelawney makes any predictions, I would recommend he listen."

"I'm right here, Evans. I can hear you loud and clear."

Lily glared at him across the room. "You can do me a favor too, Potter. Die, so I don't have to bother killing you."

"Stingy, Evans," James said sarcastically.

"Forget it. I'm going," Lily snapped, slamming the door to the girls' dormitories.

"Well, then why the hell'd you have to go and ruin the peace and quiet?" James called after her.

The loud sound of splitting wood and his four poster bed half-protruding through the door answered him.

"She'd make a spanking good Marauder," Sirius commented.

"Ha, ha. She'll pay for that one, if Filch doesn't find out first, that is."

"Come on, she's probably just in a bad mood," Remus said.

"I tell you she's evil, but no one believes me. Thus, she plays the old 'blackmail' card. Then, I tell you again, but nooo, it's 'Come on, she's probably in a bad mood'. Now what does she do? Demolish our dorms… again."

"James, if you were a girl, you'd be fainting right now."

"Funny, Sirius," James snapped.

Lily stormed out. "Where's Severus?"

"Why? New love interest, Evans?"

Lily threw him a sour look. "Ohhh, you'll pay for that one… Who has a couple thousand photos of the Marauders… bathing together in her dorm?"

As Lily stalked out, a dark look crossed Sirius' face. "James is right. She is evil." He thus began drawing a cartoon of Lily with horns and a forked tail.

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"So are you going to Hogsmeade, Lily?" Sirius asked.

"I don't suppose why not. Why?"

"Because. Would you like to go with me?"

James coughed, something that sounded oddly like, "Loser."

"Not all girls swoon at your feet, Sirius."

"Please? With sugar? And a cherry on top?"

James coughed again, this time sounding more like, "Desperate."

"I'm allergic to cherries," Lily said blankly.

"You're not giving me an answer."

"Yes, I did. NO! I know why you're doing this. 'Oh, let's get Lily to help us in our animagus project. What great fun!' Well, excuse me, if I'd rather not participate in illegal acts of underage wizardry and probably a ton of other things!" Lily snapped, catching the attention of a lot of others in the room.

"Pipe down, will you?" Remus asked.

"How did she know what we were going to do, anyway?" Sirius asked.

"Because, you said so…didn't you?" Lily said.

"Uh, no."

"But I heard you say-" a look of recognition dawned on her face. "Excuse me, I have to see Dumbledore now."

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"Professor!"

Dumbledore looked up from the papers scattered across his desk. "Miss Evans?"

"Remember when you said that there were other things that I could do?"

"Yes."

"I think I read Sirius Black's mind."

"Do you know this for a fact?"

"Yes."

Dumbledore swiveled around in his chair to look out the window. "Miss Evans, can you read my mind?"

Lily caught her breath. "Y-yours, Professor?"

"I don't doubt you, Miss Evans."

Lily stared at the Headmaster, then finally met his gaze. "Yes, sir," she said softly.

And then it happened. A rush of thoughts paraded into her mind, making her head hurt and her blood to seemingly pound against her ears.

"Help us…"

"Make a choice…"

"Choose!"

"You could be great, join us…"

"No! Don't you care about the rest of us?"

"She can help me more greatly…"

"She'd never join you willingly."

"Choose!"

"Choose!"

"Make your choice!"

"Miss Evans?"

"No!" she choked out, her white knuckles gripping the edge of the Headmaster's desk. "Stay away! I don't want to hear you!"

"Miss Evans?"

Lily blinked. "Professor?"

"Were you able to read my mind?"

"No," she said quietly. "But millions of voices… they kept on calling to me. They told me to choose. But I'm not sure what."

"What else did you hear, Miss Evans?"

"Someone kept on telling me I could be great. Someone else telling me I shouldn't listen and more voices I couldn't make out."

If Lily didn't know better, she would have thought that the look in Dumbledore's eyes was worry and fear, but when she glanced at him again, it was just worry.

"Very well, Miss Evans. I shall send for you when I need you. You are dismissed."

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"Morning, Mudbloods!"

Lily turned to see Snape. "Severus. Hello," she said cooly, returning to her breakfast.

"Hey, I was talking to you. Manners, mudblood."

"Good for you," Lily answered, not bothering to turn around.

"Hey! I when I talk to you, talk back!"

Lily finally turned. "I was talking back. Braindead."

"What did you call me?"

Lily ignored Severus. Instead, she turned to her friend. "Evelyn, could you pass the milk?"

"Thanks."

Lily took the carton of milk and dumped it on an unsuspecting Snape.

"I called you braindead, okay?"

Snape glared at her.

"That was a good one, Evans," James said, behind Snape.

"Thank you," she answered crisply.

"Are you ever going to tell me what you saw?"

"I don't believe you're in any position to be asking that, Potter," Lily replied.

Snape's calculating eyes appeared to be figuring out something. "What're you talking about?" he asked slowly.

"None of your business," Lily and James said at the same time.

"Something's going on."

"If there is, it's probably in your hair. Have you even bothered washing it in the last seven years?"

"Shut up, Black. You're on his list next, you know."

Lily glared at Snape, who glared back. "You, Evans, are worthless to the Dark Lord, but he'll kill you anyway."

Lily's hand darted forward, and Snape suddenly was pushed back to the Slytherin's table, as if by an invisible force.

"What was that?" James asked.

"I have no idea," Lily answered, staring at her hands.

"You just made Snape go back to the Slytherin table in less than a second! And all you did was jerk your hand at him! Don't tell me you have no idea," Sirius said, looking at Lily.

"I-it just happened, alright? Now- just-just go away, will you? Leave me alone!"

"Whoa. Remind me never to mess with her when she's waken up on the wrong side of the bed," Sirius let out a low whistle.

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"Professor!"

"Miss Evans? You came here yesterday. Is something wrong?"

Lily let out a shaky breath. "I somehow pushed Severus Snape to the Slytherin table by just raising a hand."

"Not surprising. Continue."

"Er- that's it."

"Telekinesis, Miss Evans. Quite ordinary. Of course, your skill at it will increase along with the years. Anything else?"

"No."

"Good. Have a nice day."

Lily nodded, glancing at Dumbledore before making her way out the door. For a second, she heard a faint voice saying, "Help us! Choose!"

Quickly, she broke eye contact with the Headmaster. Somehow, those voices were connected to Dumbledore, she thought, as she rounded the staircase. And she would find out.

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"Evans, what did you see?" James asked, as Lily walked down a long corridor. She appeared unaware that he was next to her.

"I saw the faces of-" Lily froze. "Nothing. I didn't see anything."

James quickened his pace. "You saw the faces of who?"

"No one. Nothing. Forget it. You're better of not knowing."

"No, I'm not. Tell me. Who did you see?"

"Drop the subject and leave me alone, Potter. Besides, I don't need to tell you."

"Yes you do. What did you see?"

"Nothing. Go away, will you?"

"No."

Lily sighed. "I saw the faces of-" her voice was drowned out by a sudden crowd of first and second years, rushing out of class. Lily stopped.

"Well, at least you don't know." Lily then turned and left before James could stop her.

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"Why does she know something about me that I don't?" James muttered, chopping up ginger roots.

"Because. I dunno, really. What happened, anyway?" Sirius asked, throwing in hippogriff talons in his potion.

"She looked into my soul. And now she won't tell me what she saw," James answered, stirring his puce-colored potion.

"So?"

"So?" James half shouted, waving a spoon back and forth, spraying some students with his potion. "I'll tell you… I don't like the fact that Evans knows something about me that I don't! That's what!"

"Uh, James?"

"What?"

"Your potion dripped on everyone. Look."

James turned to see half the Slytherin table growing enormous warts, designed with little yellow daisies on each large wart.

"Oops," he shrugged as Snape rushed to the professor, a particularly nasty looking one swelling up on his nose.

"Oh, real nice, Potter," Narcissa Colebra shot at him, as she watched Malfoy with distaste. "Now what am I going to do with my boyfriend?"

"Do I really care?"

In the end, forty-five points were removed from the Gryffindor house, but it was all worth it to see half the Slytherins covered in swelling warts with daisies on them. It was particularly fun to see them running around classes like that, as the Potions professor couldn't find an antidote.

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(A/N) Okay, it's long, this time!!! Well, Snape didn't exactly get hexed, but… of well.

To Come: Will James ever find out what Lily saw? The Spring Break nears, and all the students rush over the last details of the Ball. Lily takes a break to go home, and James mulls over what she could have meant by "faces of". Lily, meanwhile, wonders about the voices she heard in Dumbledore's office. Petty makes a brief appearance.