James wet his hair in a creek. The water felt good against his hot skin. His horse, Faragen, was standing near the edge of the water getting a refreshing drink.

He gotten up around dawn, now it was almost noon and he was getting hungry. He had decided to skip breakfast this morning to avoid Liza. She wouldn't stop drilling him on what to do at annual tournaments, cause they were going to watch Sirius in the tournament tomorrow around noon.

Faragen started to paw the ground with his hoof and James looked up from the creek, his shirt almost completely wet and his hair was sopping and framing his wet face. He knew his peasant clothes were dirty too.

He looked up to see a white horse with Princess Lily herself up top.

She smiled the most brightest smile when she saw it was him.

James panicked. "Um... Hi." He said sheepishly. He was painfully aware that he was in peasant clothing when she knew him as a respected relative of a prominent courtier.

"James!" She exclaimed happily when she jumped down. "What a pleasant surprise! Do you ride often?"

"Um... all the time. Nice seeing you too Princess..." James said.

She gave him a look. "I... I mean Lily." Said James in a hurry.

"Are you attending the tournament tomorrow?"

"Planning to, yes."

Her face glowed. "I was afraid you left home after the ball... where are you from anyway?"

Think fast. "Venice." That was the first thing that popped into his head. 'Stupid.' He thought. 'Stupid stupid stupid.'

"Really? I've never really been there, what's it like?" Lily asked.

'I don't know, never really been there.' "It's nice." He lied.

"What other places have you been?" She asked.

This conversation wasn't really getting anywhere for James. Luckily, there was a distraction behind them both. Some of the brushes moved. They both froze.

James crept to the brush and separated the branches cautiously.

A small, sheepish smile was upon Liza's face as she arose from the bush.

James was glaring at her. She came to stand in front of the bush next to James and that's when Lily noticed the resemblance.

Liza and James where whispering some harsh words to each other. They turned to Lily and found her glaring at James.

"Lily, I can explain..." He began.

"You lied to me." She stated, going red in the face from anger. "I thought you where different..."

She started to make her way back to her horse. James ran after her and grabbed her arm, "Lily, wait..."

"Let go of me, you peasant." She snapped at him.

He dropped his hand immediately. "Your no better then your sister, then. Maybe I was wrong." He walked over to his sister. "Come on Liza, let's go home." He grabbed Faragen's reins and pulled him away hotly.

Lily's emotions unreadable as they walked away quickly leaving her there to think about what she had just called him.
James felt terribly guilty about leaving Lily like that, but being called a peasant was sort of a sensitive spot now. They were slowly making their way out of the forest.

"James... I..." Liza started.

"Don't."

"I'm sorry, I didn't-"

"No you didn't."

"Why won't you listen?" Liza asked, getting a whiny tone in ger voice.

"Because, I woke up in an odd place, with odd people, with odd traditions, and with a very odd hierarchy system that's really starting to tick me off." James said. "I don't know any of this. And I'm starting to think I don't really know you."

He started to walk ahead. "James wait." She walked faster up to him.

"Get away from me."

"Listen to me." She grabbed him and pulled him to a stop. "Tell me about your world." She spoke softly, and with sincerety.

"I already told you about it."

"No, you left something out. I can always tell when your leaving something out." Liza said.

"You don't know me." He muttered and started to step away, but she kept a hold on him.

"No, no I don't, but I know MY James and you two can't be that different, right?" Liza reasoned.

James caved. "Alright, but you have to promise not to burn me at the stake."

At her puzzled look he began to explain magic. "Remember the school I told you about?" She nodded. "Well... It's really a school for magic..."

"Your starting to sound like that crackpot sorcerer from the castle..."

"What?"

"The sorcerer at the castle. You know? The one who advices the king." She shuddered. "He's whack, I swear he's evil. He's always spying on the groundlings in social affairs at the castle."

"What's his name?" James asked hoping he'd recognize it from History of Magic... not like he listened to Binn's monotone voice all through the class.

"Don' know, its never really been uttered in public, people just decide to not think about him that much..."

"Oh..."
Snape growled, mostly to himself, as he walked away from the Potters. He had just overheard the entire conversation, starting with when Lily saw James. He had followed Lily from the castle that morning.

'So,' he thought to himself, 'Potter is delusional. And he was trying to steal his future wife.'

Of course, he knew James by asking around. He asked all the right people. Ever since the ball, where he had first seen them together, he had been following the unfaithful wench around. (That's his words, not mine, nor anyone elses in the story.)

'At least Potters out of the picture.' He smirked to himself. 'The sooner we get married, the better.'
"Left... right... no, your doing it wrong."

"It's fencing, all you do is jump around!"

"Your hopeless."

"No, Remus, your hopeless. I bet your arm doesn't even hurt!" Sirius exclaimed.

"My arm does hurt and if you don't shape-up, your gonna go out in the first round!" Remus said.

"That'd be better then listening to this for the rest of the tournament." Sirius threw done his sword down in exsasperation.

"You're the one who wanted to do this in the first place!"

"Now I'm the one who doesn't want to do it." Sirius said leaving.

"That's just like you, you know, never finish anything you start. Always backing out." Remus taunted.

Sirius turned around and advanced on him. "Well at least I'm not a pompous, ridiculing, critical, and selfish knight that wants nothing more then to sit back and let other people do what they're supposed to!"

"I am not pompous or selfish! YOU'RE the one who wanted to do this in the first place!" Remus sighed. "I'm only gonna say this once, Sirius, I need your help. Will you please do this fight for me?"

"Fine, but I'll have you now that you owe me big time."

"Whatever..."Remus sighed as Sirius picked up his sword again.

"You know, that argument seemed completely pointless."

"Maybe it'll bring some kind of understanding in the future (this was completely pointless and I think it was just to show their progress as of now... and maybe I'll bring it into some signifigance later...)..."