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J.E.A.R. Potter,

LilyEvansPotter4Ever,

Padfoots-Angellover,

Whitney,

It's A Riot

Chapter Two : My Friend, My Enemy

"Bye Mum, bye Dad," Lilly said, her eyes prickling with unshed tears. She had done this for seven years, and she still wasn't used to parting with her parents. Now her sister, Petunia, was an entirely different matter.

She hugged her parents tightly and, because she had to, gave her older sister a quick peck on the cheek. "Bye, Petunia," she whispered, staring into the cold blue eyes of her sibling. Where had things gone wrong, anyway?

With a final wave to her family, she walked through the wall between Platforms 9 and 10, and into the bustling station in between. Her worries immediately melted away when she caught sight of the loud red train, and she beamed, receiving more than a few strange looks from passer-by.

"Lily!" She turned, eager to meet her friends after a long summer apart; since her friends were all from magic families, it wasn't worth the trouble to come in contact with them over the summer. She recalled the one time when she had invited Marlene over, and the screaming phone calls, bright purple cars, and levitating trunks that had followed. She shuddered involuntarily. No, it definitely wasn't worth the trouble.

"Marlie!" she smiled, hugging her fellow witch. They stepped apart, and were soon pulling their trunks onto the train; the rest of their friends would know where to find them later on.

Lily groaned as she heaved her heavy trunk up the last stair. Marlene was already ahead of her, saving them all seats in a compartment. As she finally got the trunk onto level ground again, she plopped herself down in the corridor, gasping for breath.

"Evans!" Lily cursed under her breath at the sound of that voice; it was not someone she wanted to meet while in that particular position. In that position meaning that she was easily cornered.

She moved to get up. Too late, she thought, as two skinny legs came into her field of vision. Lily raised her head, giving the boy the full effect of her emerald eyes.

To her frustration, her glare didn't seem to deter the boy at all. In fact, it made him break out into a slow, lazy grin. Brushing back his ever-messy hair, James Potter spoke. "Evans…will you go-"

"No," Lily interrupted, as she rose from the ground. Pushing past Potter, she made her way to the compartment that Ezzie had saved. Over her shoulder, she called, "And I never will."

Satisfied, she opened the glass door, plopping herself down on the seat across from her grey eyed friend. Marlene raised an eyebrow. "Potter?" she asked, as if that one word explained everything.

Lily nodded. Her face suddenly brightened, and she sat straight up to tell her friend the good news. "Marlene, I made Head Girl!"

To her dismay, her friend merely acknowledged this with a nod of her head. "Well, did you really expect not to?"

Lily blushed. Even though everyone around her seemed quite sure of her abilities, Lily had been quite shocked when she received the badge in the post. "I wonder who the Head Boy is going to be?" she murmured.

Her friend's reaction startled her. Marlie's face went rather pale, and she dropped the book she'd been holding. "You mean you-you don't know?"

Lily shook her head slowly, even more curious than before. "Why?"

Marlene managed a weak smile as she responded. "No reason, Lily, none at all."

Lily laughed at her friend's antics. "For goodness sakes, Marlie, you look like you've just found out that the Head Boy is Potter."

"Ha. Ha…ha?" her friend forced out. "Well, er, we'll find out soon enough…won't we…?" she finished lamely.

Lilly narrowed her eyes suspiciously, but eventually smiled, brushing off her friend's strangeness. "Wouldn't it be wonderful if it was Fabian Prewett?" she sighed, gazing through the window pane dreamily as she thought of the athletic twin from Ravenclaw.

"It's not," Marlene said, so matter-of-factly that it caused Lily's attention to focus on her once more.

"How do you know? Marlene…do you know who Head Boy is?"

There was no doubt about it; Marlene definitely avoided eye-contact when she answered. "Er…no.

Lily eyed Marlene cautiously. "Marlene…please, just tell me it's not James Potter."

Marlene opened her mouth to respond, then quickly shut it again. Looking at Lily, she shrugged her shoulders helplessly.

Lily let out a shriek, jumping up from her seat. "No! How in bloody hell did James Potter make Head Boy?! For goodness sakes, he wasn't even a prefect!"

Owing to her shouting, Lily hadn't noticed the glass door slide open, nor the smirking face that leaned cockily on the door pane.

"What's the matter, Evans? I thought you'd die for the chance to work with me, the wonderful James Potter."

Lily turned slowly, her eyes glaring daggers at newly appointed Head Boy. Although, from the look on her face, it looked as if the school would be needing another Head Boy very very

soon.

"Potter. It's a mistake, obviously. The owl sent the badge to the wrong address, of course. You could never make Head Boy - not after all those ridiculous pranks you've pulled! Potter, you've broken the record for the most detentions!"

James grinned. "I know, I know. That is my greatest accomplishment to date."

Lily threw her hands up in the air, growling in frustration. Pointing at James, she turned on Marlene. "This - this - thing is what I have to work with for the entire year?!" she yelled.

"No need to sound so happy, Evans. Oh by the way, you never did let me finish what I was saying before."

"I. Will. Not. Go. Out. With. You!" Lily interrupted, enunciating each word loudly.

James smirked. "You've gotten a bit arrogant, haven't you, Evans? That, shockingly, is not what I wanted to ask you."

Lily blinked stupidly. Potter hadn't been asking her out? But…that was always the first thing he said to her at the beginning of each year. "Then…what…" she said slowly.

James's smile got even wider. "Well, technically, I was asking you out," here Lily opened her mouth furiously, "whoa, there, Evans, let me finish. I was asking you out…but not for me."

Lily stared at James, not quite registering his words. "But…then…who?" she finally managed to ask. It seemed her mouth wasn't working properly.

"Er…for, um, Sirius. Yes, yes, that's it," he answered enthusiastically, nodding his head as if to emphasize his point.

Lily gave him a distrustful look. "Does this mean you're not going to be asking me out every time I see you, Potter?"

James swaggered into the small compartment. "Why, Evans, do you want me to ask you out?"

Lily rolled her eyes; even if Potter didn't fancy her anymore, he was still as arrogant as ever. "Get out, Potter," she replied curtly, pushing him out of the room as she did so.

"Wait- you didn't answer me yet!" he protested.

"Potter. I would not go out with any of you. You are all arrogant berks, aside from, maybe, Lupin. Now, get out!" she again began nudging him out the door.

James obliged, but not before he said one more thing. "Oi, Evans, I almost forgot the reason I came in here in the first place. We have to go to the Prefects Compartment five minutes after the train leaves the station." He stepped gracefully out the door, giving her a little wave before he disappeared from view.

James walked down the narrow hallway, giving occasional grins to some girls that he passed. He made his way into the compartment that contained the Marauders, beaming.

"Jamesie!" Sirius called from his spot on the sofa, where he was reclined comfortably.

James gave him a glare. "Don't call me that, Padfoot. It's enough that my mum does," he shuddered, plopping down on the seat next to Sirius as he did so.

"So how did it go with Lily?" Remus asked, looking up from his book at last.

James smiled. "Well, my plan's all set. She doesn't think I fancy her anymore."

Sirius rolled his eyes. "As if it's even possible for you not to like Evans. So, what did you say to her?" he prodded.

James gave Sirius an impish grin. "Well, you see, I asked her out…for you."

Sirius's eyes widened in shock, and he sprang up. "Oi! I don't fancy Evans! Hell, I don't even like Evans! I mean, she is quite pretty…but not nearly as much as…er, oh, bugger, I forgot her name again!"

Remus sighed, shaking his head. "It was Cindy, Sirius, Cindy. I honestly can't tell what all those girls see in you. You can't even keep their names straight!"

Sirius shrugged nonchalantly. "That's okay. They come back anyways."

"Can you teach me to get all those girls, Sirius?" Peter, who'd been silent thus far, spoke up, looking at Sirius with awe.

Sirius smirked. "Wormtail, my friend, it's not something you can learn. It's something you have to have," he said cockily. He focused his attention once more on James. "So, Prongs, explain to me again how me dating Evans is going to help you get her?"

James opened his mouth to respond, then slowly closed it, frowning. "Well…there was a reason…now, if only I could remember it."

Sirius laughed, and Peter followed suit, although he looked quite confused. Remus shut his book, glowering at the rest of them. "I guess I won't be able to concentrate with all the racket you all are making."

James looked at Remus. "Honestly, Moony, you become more like my mum everyday." Dodging the book that Remus sent his way, he joined the others, laughing goodnaturedly.

"Er…James, don't you have to be somewhere?" Remus finally asked, gazing at his watch.

James did the same, jumping up in surprise. "Cripes! I was supposed to be in the Prefects' compartment ten minutes ago!" He groaned. "So much for making Evans think I'm responsible."

He flew out the door, leaving three very amused Marauders in his wake.

Author's Note: Sorry for the long wait…I went on vacation for three weeks, where I didn't have access to the internet. And then…well, I felt lazy. So yeah. But here's the next chapter! Yay?

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