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AN: I know I haven't been writing for ages - but you'll be pleased to know I've been planning out the rest of LE (which should minimize the writer's blocks) and the sequel, Windswept Feather. The bad new is; LE only has six or seven (possibly eight) chapters to go. The good news is; Windswept Feather will be at least nine chapters long.

Anyway, no more excuses. Here is the next installment of Little Eagle!

Little Eagle

"Ehhem," Dumbledore coughed. Lily pulled herself away from James and blushed scarlet.

"Sorry Professor," She mumbled, shamefaced.

"It's quite okay, Miss Evans," Dumbledore smiled kindly at her. "Mr. Potter, you had better go to the infirmary-"

"I'm fine," James said, "I'll be alright."

"Very well. If you two would kindly assist me in getting Mr. Snape to the infirmary, and Mr. Lupin back into the willow-"

"Lupin?" Snape had woken up. "It was Lupin?"

"You will not reveal this, Mr. Snape." Dumbledore said firmly.

"You bet I will." Snape sneered, apparently unaware that he was speaking to the headmaster.

"You will not." Dumbledore said, and when Snape did not relent he placed a charm on him. "It simply prevents you from speaking or writing of this incident," He told Snape, then turned to Lily and James.
"If you two can go to bed," He said, "after you tell me how Mr. Snape knew of the tunnel."

"I…I told him." James said, "It was-"

"Me." Sirius had come down unnoticed, and he butted in. "It was me Professor."

"I see Mr. Black." Dumbledore said solemnly. "You will escort Mr. Snape to the Infirmary, then you will come to my office. Miss Evans, Mr. Potter, you may go to bed."

"Thankyou Professor. Goodnight Professor." Lily and James mumbled, then headed up to the Gryffindor tower to go to bed.

The circus, held the next day, was missing three sixth years, but was still good and fun, and everyone enjoyed it. The rest of the day was a Hogsmead day, but Lily and James didn't go, choosing instead to sit by the lake and have a quiet lunch.


"Lily," James said, looking at her as they ate, "What you said last night about liking me and not wanting to loose me, what did you mean?"

"Erm," Lily blushed, then decided to bite the bullet and take April's dying advice. "I guess I meant I have a crush on you, and I like you as more than a friend, but I know you probably don't like me and I don't want to ruin our friendship and I'm really sorry if I have."

"Oh Lily," James grinned widely, "this is perfect! Just perfect."

"I'm sorry James," Lily looked down. "I didn't mean to wreck six years of friendship-" She stood up and started to leave.

"But you haven't!" James grabbed her wrist and pulled her back down.
"I haven't?" Lily said slowly. "We can still be friends-"

"More than friends, if you want!" James grinned madly at her, "I like you to!"
"Y-you do?" Lily gaped at him.

"Yes!" James hugged her, and kissed her cheek. "I do!"

"I don't believe it." Lily said faintly. "I don't believe it."
"What do you say to being more than friends?"

"You mean…"

"Yes!" James waved his arms madly around, exasperated. "Yes I do!"

"Okay." Lily smiled at him. "Let's give it a go, shall we?"
"You bet!"

"I've heard a rumor that James Potter is possibly the most excellent kisser in the whole of Hogwarts," Lily said slyly. "If there's no objections, I'd like to test that rumor."

"There's no objections."

Aiiiiiiiiiiiie! Short! SHORT! I'm SORRY! But I promise I'll update soon! I promise!