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DISCLAIMER: I know they aren't mine, You know they aren't mine, I think we all know they're not mine. We clear? Good.
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Those Wicked Eyes
Chapter Two~ Katie's Suspicions
"Moony! Wormtail! Over here!" James called as he spotted Peter and Remus in the crowded street.
"Padfoot! Prongs!" They waved and hurried over.
"Those are such stupid names," Katie sighed. James chuckled and tickled her. "Stop it! Stop it!" she cried when she could take a breath.
"Okay. Maybe," he teased. "Admit defeat!"
"Never!" James shrugged.
"Fine. Your choice." Then he started tickling her again.
"Uncle, uncle!" she finally cried.
Remus shook his head. "And he wonders why he can't get a girlfriend." James shot him a death glare.
"Ouch! If looks could kill, Moony," Peter said.
"Okay, Mum, we'll meet you at the Leaky Cauldron at two," James called as he walked off with his friends.
"So. Has anyone heard who the Head Boy is this year?" Peter asked casually. James blanched slightly.
"Mmm, nope. It's not me," Remus said.
"Well, won't know til we get there, I guess," James said quickly, trying to steer the conversation in a different direction.
"Wait, Prongs," Sirius said, eyes twinkling maliciously. "You must have some idea."
"No, Padfoot. No clue," James said pointedly, a dangerous tone in his voice. But Sirius was not to be stopped.
"Really? Not even a guess? You've always been able to guess before this year."
"Yeah, James. Who do you think it is?" They could always count on Peter. James sighed.
"I would've guessed Moony here."
"Nope. No badge in my letter. I hear Sunshine Lily's Head Girl, though."
"Oh, really?" James asked, trying to get off the subject. "Well, that figures. Anyway, as for Head Boy, so long as it's not a Slytherin, I'll be fine."
"Oh, but we know it isn't, don't we James?"
"How could we know that, Sirius?" James said through clenched teeth.
"Go on, Jamsie. Why don't you spill your news?"
"You know who it is, James?" Peter asked. Resolving to murder his best friend in his sleep as soon as possible, James sighed, reached into his pocket, and pulled out the badge. Remus and Peter's eyes grew wide. Remus was the first to speak.
"You?" he said, incredulously. "You, James Potter, Prank Master of Hogwarts, Head Boy?"
"Don't look at me! I don't know how it happened!"
"Well, well, well. This certainly is an interesting turn of events. Guess you'll have to go legitimate now."
"No way. James Potter will not go legit, no matter what."
"Glad to hear it, mate," Sirius said, slapping his back.
"Padfoot, you're dead. Just so you know. I wouldn't go to sleep once we get to Hogwarts."
"Tsk, tsk, James. Head Boy sending death threats to his best friend? Why, we can't have that."
"Okay, but seriously, guys. This has to stay under wraps until I talk to Dumbledore. Marauders' Code of Secrecy. From everyone."
"You got it. No one breathes a word." They all swore.
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Sirius and James ran into the barrier between Platforms 9 and 10, transporting them magically onto Platform 9 3/4. The train ride to Hogwarts was uneventful, with the usual conversations of what prank to pull on the Slytherins first, excited giggles from the first year girls, and talk from the other seventh years about who the Head Boy and Girl were this year. Whenever James heard this question come up, he felt like running off the train, screaming.
"Can't they just drop it?" he muttered time and time again, until Remus told him to shut up.
They got off the train with an increased anticipation and, for James, anxiousness. Arriving at the castle, he said farewell to the other boys and headed for the Headmaster's Office.
"Ah, Mr. Potter," came a familiar voice as the gargoyle that marked the entrance to Dumbledore's office. Professor Dumbledore appeared from behind it, followed by Professor McGonagall, carrying the Sorting Hat on a stool. Dumbledore turned and beckoned to James.
As they entered the office, James looked around, confused.
"Professor? What about the Sorting?"
"I have instructed Professor McGonagall to continue with the Sorting without us, as what I have to say is far more important. Don't worry, James. If we get this done quickly, you should be able to see your sister Sorted. Now. You are undoubtably wondering why you were chosen Head Boy when you were not chosen Prefect. Although this is not commonly done, it is not unprecedented. As you may know, I have chosen Lily Evans as head Girl for obvious reasons. Taking that into consideration, and combining it with the fact that Voldemort is on the rise, I obviously could not choose Lucius Malfoy for Head Boy. Amos Diggory from Hufflepuff also was not a good choice, seeing how he has abused his Prefect position. Edward Curt from Ravenclaw is not good around people, even if he is in the top five. And Remus Lupin, well, I made him Prefect in the hope that he would gain more respect from the students and keep the four of you in line. That failed to happen," Dumbledore commented, a twinkle in his eye. "You see, for Head Boy, I needed someone who was at the top of the class, good around people, levelheaded, and calm in a crisis. That was you, in every respect. Even if you are a bit of a prankster."
James couldn't help but laugh. "Thank you, Professor." He got up to go, when Dumbledore's voice stopped him.
"James. You will undoubtably encounter prejudice from Mr. Malfoy and Mr. Snape, along with others. If this should happen, punish them accordingly. If it should happen again, send them to me. But please. While I enjoy your pranks as much as anyone, do not abuse the position. Keep in mind that the head Boy can still receive detention."
James smiled. "Yes, sir." They made their way to the Great Hall, where the Sorting Hat was just finishing his song. James crept to the Gryffindor table, and took his seat beside Sirius.
"Adams, Joseph."
"So, what's the deal?" Sirius whispered.
"It's for real. Sorry I beat you out, Moony."
"Don't worry about it. I didn't want to be Head Boy."
"Crandell, George."
"So, what's the first thing you're going to do? Flaunt it to the Slytherins?"
"Davies, Dennis."
"No," James said dejectedly. "I'm not supposed to abuse the position with them. Dumbledore's orders. But, we do practically have his permission to play pranks this year."
"Excellent." They sat in silence and applauded as Everby, Todd was put in Gryffindor. James drowsed through the Sorting until he heard, "Potter, Kathryn." He sat up as his sister walked nervously to the stool. James winked at her when she looked his way and she smiled.
"GRYFFINDOR!" the hat shouted. James cheered.
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"Good morning, all!" cried a voice way too cheerful for eight in the morning. Lily Evans sat down to breakfast, glares shooting at her from all directions. She laughed. "Oh, come on, guys! It's only the second week of school. You can't have that much homework yet. I'm taking more classes than any of you, and I'm wide awake, with my homework done."
More grumbles filled the air, but Lily wasn't phased in the slightest, much to the Marauders chagrin. Only Moony was a morning person in their group. He leaned over to Lily. "Don't mind them. They're always like this in the morning."
"So is any other normal person," James muttered.
"It's because you all got used to sleeping in over the summer. If you got up at the same time every day, it wouldn't be as bad for you. Or even just a week preceding school, if you started getting up an hour earlier each day to ease into the school schedule, it would do wonders."
"Just full of these wonderful tips, aren't you, Lily?"grumbled James, who was trying not to fall asleep into his oatmeal.
"Usually."
"I think they're crazy. Not excited about going to class?"
"Katie, trust me. By the time you're a seventh year, your aspect will have changed quite a bit." Katie rolled her eyes at her brother.
"Don't listen to them. I'm in seventh year, and I'm still excited about going to class."
"For the most part, so am I," Remus agreed.
"You guys are a lot more fun than my brother," Katie told Remus and Lily, nodding at James.
"He's your brother? Well, of course he is. I mind the resemblance now. Well, Katie, you could show your brother a thing or two about the virtues of rising early."
She grinned. James saw, and shot a warning look at her, which she ignored. "Katie, I mean it, if you do . . ." He let the threat hang in the air. Lily laughed.
"Such a loving family." James rolled his eyes. They got up to leave for classes, many of them still half-asleep. Lily caught up with James as they walked to their first class, Advanced Transfiguration.
"You really love your little sister, don't you?"
"Yeah. I'll keep her," he joked. She laughed. They entered the classroom, and Lily took a seat near the front, as always, while James kept to the back. That girl would likely annoy him to no end this year, but he couldn't help but notice how her emerald green eyes sparkled when she laughed.
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"Okay, James. Admit it," Katie demanded, poking him on the shoulder. He was bent over his Charms essay, "Aurors Need Extensive Knowledge of Fidaleus and Memory Charms. Discuss." It was to be eighteen inches long, and he had just been wishing Lily was around to help him with it when Katie interrupted him.
He sighed. "What am I supposed to be admitting and why is it so important that you had to interrupt my homework?"
"Admit, brother mine, that you like Lily." James stared at her.
"One, I hardly know Lily, two, I can't admit something that isn't true, and three, why did you interrupt me for that?"
"It's obvious, James. One, you're always talking to her. Two, sometimes you seek her out to talk to her. Three, you keep muttering about her as you work on your homework. I've heard you." James sighed. He loved his sister, he really did, but this was absolutely absurd.
"One, you think that might have something to do with the fact we're both Heads this year, two, I've only done that once and do you think that might have something to do with the fact we're both Heads this year, and three, yes, I have been muttering about her while doing my homework because the girl is a Charms genius and I'm in desperate need of one of those right now. Shoo."
"You're being mean, James."
"I'm sorry. But I've got ten inches left on this Charms essay, two inches left on my Potions essay, and a twelve inch Transfiguration essay that I haven't even started yet, all due tomorrow. NEWT year is a blast. I hope you have fun. I'll talk to you later, okay? If you see Lily, send her over here."
"Gladly," she smiled. He shook his head, putting his Charms essay aside. He'd finish it later. He quickly wrote the final two inches for his Potions essay, adding it to the finished pile of homework. The Transfiguration essay was a breeze, and he finished it easily. Stretching, he looked around the library, spotting Lily and Katie deep in conversation. He cursed silently.
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"Lily, can I talk to you?" Lily looked up from the book she was reading, having just finished her homework.
"Of course," Lily said. Katie sat down beside her.
"I don't know if you know this, but my brother really likes you," she said hurriedly. Lily raised an eyebrow.
"Really?"
"Yes. But the problem is, he doesn't know it yet."
"Really." Katie nodded. "How do you know?"
"I just do. I can tell. I've always been able to. We're really close."
"I wish I were that close to my sister."
"What's her name?"
"Petunia. She's five years older than me and hates that I'm a witch."
"Yikes. Well, James is pretty cool most of the time, but when he doesn't want listen to me, he can be really annoying." Lily laughed.
"Hello, ladies," James said pleasantly, fixing an accusing eye on Katie. She regarded him with a look of practiced innocence.
"So, Lily, as I was about to say, James wanted me to send you over his way to help him with him Charms homework."
"Okay. Thank you for the information, Katie." Katie flashed a grin and walked out of the library. James sighed and ran a hand through his hair.
"Why don't we take our work to the Head's Common Room to talk there? Madame Pince is already shooting glares, which is never a good sign," Lily observed. Nodding, James gathered his books and papers and followed Lily out of the library.
Back in the Common Room, they sat together at a worktable in the corner. "Look, Lily. I don't know what my sister was telling you, but I'm begging. Ignore it, please. She lives for embarrassing me."
"Not at all. We had a very pleasant conversation. Now, what do you need help with here?" They bent over his essay as she explained the properties of the Fidaleus Charm to him.
He lay in bed that night, thinking over what Katie had said.
Don't be ridiculous, James. You hardly know Sunshine Lily, let alone like her.
Ah, but Katie is almost always right about your feelings. It's uncanny. You've said so yourself.
Well, this time Katie is wrong! Besides, she has seen nothing today that would have given her evidence.
Exactly! She has seen nothing, so why would she say that? Because she can see past the obvious in your life, to the very heart of your feelings.
That is the stupidest thing I've ever heard. For the last time, I do not like Lily Evans!
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DISCLAIMER: I know they aren't mine, You know they aren't mine, I think we all know they're not mine. We clear? Good.
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Those Wicked Eyes
Chapter Two~ Katie's Suspicions
"Moony! Wormtail! Over here!" James called as he spotted Peter and Remus in the crowded street.
"Padfoot! Prongs!" They waved and hurried over.
"Those are such stupid names," Katie sighed. James chuckled and tickled her. "Stop it! Stop it!" she cried when she could take a breath.
"Okay. Maybe," he teased. "Admit defeat!"
"Never!" James shrugged.
"Fine. Your choice." Then he started tickling her again.
"Uncle, uncle!" she finally cried.
Remus shook his head. "And he wonders why he can't get a girlfriend." James shot him a death glare.
"Ouch! If looks could kill, Moony," Peter said.
"Okay, Mum, we'll meet you at the Leaky Cauldron at two," James called as he walked off with his friends.
"So. Has anyone heard who the Head Boy is this year?" Peter asked casually. James blanched slightly.
"Mmm, nope. It's not me," Remus said.
"Well, won't know til we get there, I guess," James said quickly, trying to steer the conversation in a different direction.
"Wait, Prongs," Sirius said, eyes twinkling maliciously. "You must have some idea."
"No, Padfoot. No clue," James said pointedly, a dangerous tone in his voice. But Sirius was not to be stopped.
"Really? Not even a guess? You've always been able to guess before this year."
"Yeah, James. Who do you think it is?" They could always count on Peter. James sighed.
"I would've guessed Moony here."
"Nope. No badge in my letter. I hear Sunshine Lily's Head Girl, though."
"Oh, really?" James asked, trying to get off the subject. "Well, that figures. Anyway, as for Head Boy, so long as it's not a Slytherin, I'll be fine."
"Oh, but we know it isn't, don't we James?"
"How could we know that, Sirius?" James said through clenched teeth.
"Go on, Jamsie. Why don't you spill your news?"
"You know who it is, James?" Peter asked. Resolving to murder his best friend in his sleep as soon as possible, James sighed, reached into his pocket, and pulled out the badge. Remus and Peter's eyes grew wide. Remus was the first to speak.
"You?" he said, incredulously. "You, James Potter, Prank Master of Hogwarts, Head Boy?"
"Don't look at me! I don't know how it happened!"
"Well, well, well. This certainly is an interesting turn of events. Guess you'll have to go legitimate now."
"No way. James Potter will not go legit, no matter what."
"Glad to hear it, mate," Sirius said, slapping his back.
"Padfoot, you're dead. Just so you know. I wouldn't go to sleep once we get to Hogwarts."
"Tsk, tsk, James. Head Boy sending death threats to his best friend? Why, we can't have that."
"Okay, but seriously, guys. This has to stay under wraps until I talk to Dumbledore. Marauders' Code of Secrecy. From everyone."
"You got it. No one breathes a word." They all swore.
~~~
Sirius and James ran into the barrier between Platforms 9 and 10, transporting them magically onto Platform 9 3/4. The train ride to Hogwarts was uneventful, with the usual conversations of what prank to pull on the Slytherins first, excited giggles from the first year girls, and talk from the other seventh years about who the Head Boy and Girl were this year. Whenever James heard this question come up, he felt like running off the train, screaming.
"Can't they just drop it?" he muttered time and time again, until Remus told him to shut up.
They got off the train with an increased anticipation and, for James, anxiousness. Arriving at the castle, he said farewell to the other boys and headed for the Headmaster's Office.
"Ah, Mr. Potter," came a familiar voice as the gargoyle that marked the entrance to Dumbledore's office. Professor Dumbledore appeared from behind it, followed by Professor McGonagall, carrying the Sorting Hat on a stool. Dumbledore turned and beckoned to James.
As they entered the office, James looked around, confused.
"Professor? What about the Sorting?"
"I have instructed Professor McGonagall to continue with the Sorting without us, as what I have to say is far more important. Don't worry, James. If we get this done quickly, you should be able to see your sister Sorted. Now. You are undoubtably wondering why you were chosen Head Boy when you were not chosen Prefect. Although this is not commonly done, it is not unprecedented. As you may know, I have chosen Lily Evans as head Girl for obvious reasons. Taking that into consideration, and combining it with the fact that Voldemort is on the rise, I obviously could not choose Lucius Malfoy for Head Boy. Amos Diggory from Hufflepuff also was not a good choice, seeing how he has abused his Prefect position. Edward Curt from Ravenclaw is not good around people, even if he is in the top five. And Remus Lupin, well, I made him Prefect in the hope that he would gain more respect from the students and keep the four of you in line. That failed to happen," Dumbledore commented, a twinkle in his eye. "You see, for Head Boy, I needed someone who was at the top of the class, good around people, levelheaded, and calm in a crisis. That was you, in every respect. Even if you are a bit of a prankster."
James couldn't help but laugh. "Thank you, Professor." He got up to go, when Dumbledore's voice stopped him.
"James. You will undoubtably encounter prejudice from Mr. Malfoy and Mr. Snape, along with others. If this should happen, punish them accordingly. If it should happen again, send them to me. But please. While I enjoy your pranks as much as anyone, do not abuse the position. Keep in mind that the head Boy can still receive detention."
James smiled. "Yes, sir." They made their way to the Great Hall, where the Sorting Hat was just finishing his song. James crept to the Gryffindor table, and took his seat beside Sirius.
"Adams, Joseph."
"So, what's the deal?" Sirius whispered.
"It's for real. Sorry I beat you out, Moony."
"Don't worry about it. I didn't want to be Head Boy."
"Crandell, George."
"So, what's the first thing you're going to do? Flaunt it to the Slytherins?"
"Davies, Dennis."
"No," James said dejectedly. "I'm not supposed to abuse the position with them. Dumbledore's orders. But, we do practically have his permission to play pranks this year."
"Excellent." They sat in silence and applauded as Everby, Todd was put in Gryffindor. James drowsed through the Sorting until he heard, "Potter, Kathryn." He sat up as his sister walked nervously to the stool. James winked at her when she looked his way and she smiled.
"GRYFFINDOR!" the hat shouted. James cheered.
~~~
"Good morning, all!" cried a voice way too cheerful for eight in the morning. Lily Evans sat down to breakfast, glares shooting at her from all directions. She laughed. "Oh, come on, guys! It's only the second week of school. You can't have that much homework yet. I'm taking more classes than any of you, and I'm wide awake, with my homework done."
More grumbles filled the air, but Lily wasn't phased in the slightest, much to the Marauders chagrin. Only Moony was a morning person in their group. He leaned over to Lily. "Don't mind them. They're always like this in the morning."
"So is any other normal person," James muttered.
"It's because you all got used to sleeping in over the summer. If you got up at the same time every day, it wouldn't be as bad for you. Or even just a week preceding school, if you started getting up an hour earlier each day to ease into the school schedule, it would do wonders."
"Just full of these wonderful tips, aren't you, Lily?"grumbled James, who was trying not to fall asleep into his oatmeal.
"Usually."
"I think they're crazy. Not excited about going to class?"
"Katie, trust me. By the time you're a seventh year, your aspect will have changed quite a bit." Katie rolled her eyes at her brother.
"Don't listen to them. I'm in seventh year, and I'm still excited about going to class."
"For the most part, so am I," Remus agreed.
"You guys are a lot more fun than my brother," Katie told Remus and Lily, nodding at James.
"He's your brother? Well, of course he is. I mind the resemblance now. Well, Katie, you could show your brother a thing or two about the virtues of rising early."
She grinned. James saw, and shot a warning look at her, which she ignored. "Katie, I mean it, if you do . . ." He let the threat hang in the air. Lily laughed.
"Such a loving family." James rolled his eyes. They got up to leave for classes, many of them still half-asleep. Lily caught up with James as they walked to their first class, Advanced Transfiguration.
"You really love your little sister, don't you?"
"Yeah. I'll keep her," he joked. She laughed. They entered the classroom, and Lily took a seat near the front, as always, while James kept to the back. That girl would likely annoy him to no end this year, but he couldn't help but notice how her emerald green eyes sparkled when she laughed.
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"Okay, James. Admit it," Katie demanded, poking him on the shoulder. He was bent over his Charms essay, "Aurors Need Extensive Knowledge of Fidaleus and Memory Charms. Discuss." It was to be eighteen inches long, and he had just been wishing Lily was around to help him with it when Katie interrupted him.
He sighed. "What am I supposed to be admitting and why is it so important that you had to interrupt my homework?"
"Admit, brother mine, that you like Lily." James stared at her.
"One, I hardly know Lily, two, I can't admit something that isn't true, and three, why did you interrupt me for that?"
"It's obvious, James. One, you're always talking to her. Two, sometimes you seek her out to talk to her. Three, you keep muttering about her as you work on your homework. I've heard you." James sighed. He loved his sister, he really did, but this was absolutely absurd.
"One, you think that might have something to do with the fact we're both Heads this year, two, I've only done that once and do you think that might have something to do with the fact we're both Heads this year, and three, yes, I have been muttering about her while doing my homework because the girl is a Charms genius and I'm in desperate need of one of those right now. Shoo."
"You're being mean, James."
"I'm sorry. But I've got ten inches left on this Charms essay, two inches left on my Potions essay, and a twelve inch Transfiguration essay that I haven't even started yet, all due tomorrow. NEWT year is a blast. I hope you have fun. I'll talk to you later, okay? If you see Lily, send her over here."
"Gladly," she smiled. He shook his head, putting his Charms essay aside. He'd finish it later. He quickly wrote the final two inches for his Potions essay, adding it to the finished pile of homework. The Transfiguration essay was a breeze, and he finished it easily. Stretching, he looked around the library, spotting Lily and Katie deep in conversation. He cursed silently.
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"Lily, can I talk to you?" Lily looked up from the book she was reading, having just finished her homework.
"Of course," Lily said. Katie sat down beside her.
"I don't know if you know this, but my brother really likes you," she said hurriedly. Lily raised an eyebrow.
"Really?"
"Yes. But the problem is, he doesn't know it yet."
"Really." Katie nodded. "How do you know?"
"I just do. I can tell. I've always been able to. We're really close."
"I wish I were that close to my sister."
"What's her name?"
"Petunia. She's five years older than me and hates that I'm a witch."
"Yikes. Well, James is pretty cool most of the time, but when he doesn't want listen to me, he can be really annoying." Lily laughed.
"Hello, ladies," James said pleasantly, fixing an accusing eye on Katie. She regarded him with a look of practiced innocence.
"So, Lily, as I was about to say, James wanted me to send you over his way to help him with him Charms homework."
"Okay. Thank you for the information, Katie." Katie flashed a grin and walked out of the library. James sighed and ran a hand through his hair.
"Why don't we take our work to the Head's Common Room to talk there? Madame Pince is already shooting glares, which is never a good sign," Lily observed. Nodding, James gathered his books and papers and followed Lily out of the library.
Back in the Common Room, they sat together at a worktable in the corner. "Look, Lily. I don't know what my sister was telling you, but I'm begging. Ignore it, please. She lives for embarrassing me."
"Not at all. We had a very pleasant conversation. Now, what do you need help with here?" They bent over his essay as she explained the properties of the Fidaleus Charm to him.
He lay in bed that night, thinking over what Katie had said.
Don't be ridiculous, James. You hardly know Sunshine Lily, let alone like her.
Ah, but Katie is almost always right about your feelings. It's uncanny. You've said so yourself.
Well, this time Katie is wrong! Besides, she has seen nothing today that would have given her evidence.
Exactly! She has seen nothing, so why would she say that? Because she can see past the obvious in your life, to the very heart of your feelings.
That is the stupidest thing I've ever heard. For the last time, I do not like Lily Evans!
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