Erm…*cough* sorry, writers block…

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"What're you doing?" Asked James, as he entered the library. He had a not-too-pleasant experience in Divination, and was thoroughly disgruntled, but he managed to keep a joyful facade. He was supposed to act like Lily, after all, and she usually had a dreamy smile playing on her face during Divination.

"I'm reading up on our condition," she snapped, "Though I suppose it would be too much on your part to actually help."

"Not at all," James replied cheerfully, looking at the shelves. His eye caught the words, "Switching Spells," on the binding of a book, (ignoring the words, 'how to change a potions ingredients when you've made an irreversible mistake' on the front cover) and began to read.

James twirled Lily's hair idly…it was so weird having long hair, considering that James' hair never touched his shoulders once in his life. And it bugged him to no end. He was seriously considering sheering it off, no matter what Lily would do to him.

Then again, pondered James as he warily watched the wand Lily twirled in her fingers, maybe that wouldn't be such a great idea.

He heaved a sigh and realized he hadn't even read a paragraph of the information yet. But thankfully, he was saved from reading as Lily looked at his watch and said, "Well, it's about time for Charms…please try and not screw up my perfect scores, will you?" Lily walked off without another word.

Somehow, it wasn't quite as intriguing anymore, as it was his own butt he was staring at.

Then he remembered what Lily had said before she stalked out of the room. James groaned. He managed to pull off an Acceptable in the class, but surely Flitwick would become suspicious when his best student suddenly sank to simply passing…He made a silent promise to himself (and Lily) that he would focus more in this subject, and a little less in Transfiguration. Which would succeed in making himself less conspicuous in both classes. He just hoped Lily would choose to do the same.

James sat with Allison, as Lily usually did, and Lily sat with Sirius, Remus, and Peter, as he usually did. James was longing to sit with them, plan out pranks, and talk like they normal, but instead he was stuck with Allison, and her small little group of equally annoying tree-huggers.

"Now, all you have to do is tap your pumpkin and say, Revenesco," Flitwick began, "and your pumpkin's roots should begin to grow, intertwining themselves around your wrists. This will work with any plant that has roots; but the pumpkins are the most easiest to work with. This use to be an old method of capturing criminals, but it is still rather helpful when you don't have enough time to call for ministry officials. You may begin."

By the end of the lesson, James mentally applauded himself; he had gotten it right on the fourth try (though it wrapped around his throat instead of his hands) nonetheless, he had earned Gryffindor ten points.

By the end of the day, both Lily and James thought they had the worst end of the deal.

"Well, I have to listen to your friends useless prattle about the latest pansy that prances around Hogwarts!"

"There's nothing wrong with that!" Said Lily, scowling.

"Except for—hmm, lessee, the fact that I'm a boy?"

"Not at the moment," Lily smirked. "Besides; I have to help plan your stupid pranks on the Slytherins. I think I've got the worst punishment."

"Punishment? Lily, that's fun." James remarked.

"Maybe to you, but for the past four years, James, I've been yelling at you about doing it. I've tried to exercise some control over your friends, but it's not working."

"Of course it's not working. We each promised we'd torment the Slytherins bound to be Death Eaters until the day we die."

"Have you ever paused to think you could cause some of them to want to be Death Eaters?"

"What?" Asked James blankly.

"Take a look at Snape. Sure he seems to be Death Eater material now, but how can you be sure if it was you that forced him to take that path?"

James opened his mouth, then closed it, unable to form a response. What if Lily was right? James had tormented Snape and Malfoy all his life at Hogwarts, but what if it was his bullying that made them want to ally with the dark side? What if he had created another Death Eater, another person to do Voldemort's bidding? What if it was his fault several lives were lost, due to one person that James had pushed into being a Death Eater?

He shook the idea out of his head and walked away. He didn't need that forming on the brink of his conscience.

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"Professor Briggs, I must applaud you on your use of the enticement charm on that potion vial. Are you sure none of the other teachers know about it?"

"Some of them are mildly suspicious, but none of them know, nor will they suspect that James and Lily…well, switched bodies." Replied a strict-looking blonde woman to Dumbledore, seated across from her in her office.

"That's good. Do you think they'll be able to switch themselves back?"

"We shall see soon enough," replied Professor Briggs, sipping from her pumpkin juice. "However, if they can't by the end of the year, at least, we will be forced to give them the antidote. I really don't think it would be clever to leave them in each other's bodies for the rest of their lives."

Dumbledore smiled and stood up, preparing to leave the room.

"I think those two will understand one another more than they understand themselves, once they learn to give each other a chance."

"Right you are, Professor."

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Bah, I bet you are all mad at me now. I take forever to update, but when I do update, it's really small. I'll try and get the next one up sooner, I promise.