**once again, I'm writing something totally different from I've already started... but, hey... I felt like writing something different and I wanted to know you're opinions... probably be a surprise ending... it might not look like what it seems *wink wink***

Lily tore out of the Great Hall and out the front doors of the castle. Just when she though she had seen the real side of James Brandon Potter, he had turned on her again. The ran towards the lake and to The Tree. This was her place. The great willow treat at the edge of the lake, the leaves hanging down so that nobody could see into it clearly, but she could see out. There was a small gap in the curtain of leaves that ended where the lake started, and it looked over the lake. On a warm summer dusk, it made a lovely view; the sun setting over the lake, the sky overhead, and the castle off the far right, but visible so that it made it seem like a sturdy, stone soldier, it was reassuring. She threw herself at the mercy of the solid tree trunk and slid down crying. How many times had she fallen into his pull only to be pushed away again. She pulled her robes around her more tightly. She cried herself into a daze.

Humming. There was an odd humming noise in the air. Lily looked up, her eyes puffy and her cheeks stained with tear of betrayal. She saw the sleek, black motorcycle descend and land right in front of the curtain of leaves. She held her breath and prayed that he wouldn't come in.

Sirius Black, resident 'bad boy', best friend to James Potter; the cocky jerk who strutted around like he owned the school. Though he along with James, Remus Lupin, and the tag along, Peter Petigrew were 'the' to die for, most sought after boys in the school, minus Peter, they had their reputations. 'The Marauders', as they liked to call themselves, were the popular people, the in crowd, the one that could mean being instant popularity or instant… not.

The motorcycle sat there, the engine running. She could see through the leaves that he was staring straight at her. She wiped her tears and put herself straight as best as she could before pulling back the curtain of leaves.

"What do you want?"

His eyes drank her in; hair soft red waves and startling, vivid, bright green eyes. He couldn't get enough of her eyes. He shrugged off his guilt to his best mate, James. He revved the engine.

"Hop on," nodding his head behind him.

Lily stared at him. "You're joking."

"Just get on Lily."

She mentally slapped herself for starting to look him over. His hair was wind blown, as well as his attire. He had on muggle clothes, ratty old jeans and a plain white t-shirt; simple, and yet…she bit her lip. She fought to keep her eyes from flicking up and down.

Reluctantly she stepped closer and on.

"Hold on," he revved the engine, there was a triumphant edge to his voice. Lily had the urge to get off, she wasn't liking where this was going. But before she could, the motorcycle shot off and up. She had the feeling of leaving all her worries and troubles on the ground. She held tighter on to Sirius, pushing back the rising of emotions, and leaned into him.

Screw James, let this teach him a lesson.

And she threw her head back and let out a loud whoop.

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