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A/N: Ok, I'm really, really sorry the last chapter was so short and pathetic. Please don't give up on me just yet. And I'm sorry for the lack of title on chapter 4. It was the end of Science on Friday and I'm trying to update about once a week.  And sorry for all the spelling mistakes and stuff. For one thing Sirius didn't swear he had nothing to do with James' essay. Oops! He was meant to nod or something but I guess I only wrote it in my head. I feel really stupid now. Ah well, you'll just have to review and make me feel better, or I may stop writing… come on guys, you know you want to!

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A/N: I probably won't get onto the internet for the next two weeks as I will be on holidays. But I'll update as soon as I get back… IF I get plenty of reviews!

Chapter 5- Revenge

A/N: Look, I have a title this time! I so deserve your reviews now. Ok, I'll stop. ON WITH THE POORLY WRITTEN SHOW!

Monday 15th November- 5:30

James spent his entire lunchtime in the library. The sudden change was quite amusing actually. I never thought I'd see James tearing through books. He's there now. I wonder if he'll emerge for dinner. I have Prefect Duty with Remus at 8pm, on every Monday, Wednesday and Friday, so I might just drop by.

9:15pm

I met Remus in the Common Room at 7:55, as planned. We went out the Portrait Hole and started towards the Great Hall.

"Do you mind if we go to the kitchens first? It's just that James didn't turn up at dinner and I know he'll be starving."

I nodded. "But, isn't he in the library? Madame Pince will kill him if he's caught eating. Not that I mind," I added quickly.

"He's got… ways of hiding himself," Remus added cautiously.

This got me thinking. What did Remus mean ways of hiding himself? It was almost surely something he wasn't meant to be doing. I glanced at Remus for an indication of some sort, but he kept his expression blank. He was carrying a bag, but it looked pretty light, so I guessed it was empty.

We arrived at the entrance to the kitchens and Remus tickled the pear to let us in. We were immediately surrounded by house elves, all enquiring as to what we might like to eat.

"A flask of hot chocolate and some sandwiches thanks!" shouted Remus, obviously use to this.

There was a collection of "Yes Sir." And, "Anything else?" from the gathering of house elves.

"No, that'll be fine!" Remus answered.

There was a rush to gather these items and before Lily could blink, a large package of sandwiches (enough for about four people) and a flask were held out to her.

"Would Sir and Miss like some desert too?" asked one of the house elves.

"No, that's all. Bye then." Remus pushed me towards the door.

"Thanks," I called over my shoulder.

It was much quieter out in the hall. I wondered if there was a silencing charm around the door.

"I swear it wasn't that noisy last time," I remarked.

"Last time James, Sirius and Peter were taking all that was offered. It's the only way to keep them quiet."

"Oh." We lapsed into silence again as we made our way towards the library.

Remus spoke as we began to climb a set of stairs. "It was an interesting little Charm that was put on James' homework. Not something we learnt in class for sure." Remus glanced at me, his face blank.

I felt myself begin to blush. "I guess someone just… stumbled upon it, and thought it might be useful," I replied, trying to sound casual.

"Yeh, probably," He answered, not looking concerned. "Someone must have had a grudge against him, to do that."

Well, I'm sure he deserved it then." I shrugged. Did Remus suspect me, or was he just making conversation?

"Maybe. Or maybe it was a mistake. Perhaps someone misunderstood."

I was getting very uncomfortable. Of course James deserved what he got!

"You know, James isn't as arrogant as most people think. He just doesn't show that side of him many people. Not that they bother to look." He gave me a proper stare, as if he expected me to reach some ultimate conclusion. 

"Yeh, well that's his problem if he wants to pretend to be some bighead. He's sure got me fooled."

We lapsed into silence until we reached the library. There was barely anyone left, as the library closed at 9pm. I spotted James at one of the tables, books piled up around him.

"Hey James. We brought you some dinner." Remus placed a bag on the table where he had stored the food from the kitchens. "And, something… else, to help you through the night."

James looked up. "Thanks Remus, you're a real friend." He smiled and went back to his work.

"Why don't you just borrow some of these books and work in the Common Room? It would be warmer." It was true, the library was almost as cold as the hallways.

"Madame Pince won't let me borrow anything. I've already got a ton of Quidditch books out," he replied, not even bothering to look up.

"Oh. Well, we better go Remus. We've still got to patrol the fifth floor and it's already 8:40."

"Yeh, ok. See you tomorrow James." 

Friday 19th November

There's a Hogsmeade visit next Saturday. I can't believe last time I went to Hogsmeade we were going to sit outside and eat icecream! We'd be lucky if the temperature reached 5°. Em and I are going to have a butterbear in the Three Broomsticks. Despite the weather, it will be a pleasant break from all of the homework we've been getting recently. The teachers say they're preparing us for exams. But if we keep going at this rate, not all of use will be alive to take the exams. And the rest of us will be in a mental institution having suffered emotional breakdowns. Ok, so maybe I'm exaggerating a bit, but you get the point.

Wednesday 24th November-8:20pm

James Potter's brain is like no others. Today he did the stupidest thing possible; he asked if Em and I wanted to go to Hogsmeade with him and the other Marauders. How stupid! I would have thought I made my intentions towards Potter pretty clear. But James didn't stop there on his spree of immature ideas.

"Ok Evans. Maybe next time." And with that he walked off whistling to a group of third years girls.

Thirty seconds later I heard, "Oh James, I would love to go to Hogsmeade with you!"

I rolled my eyes. If Remus was right about the whole 'James has a whole other side that most people don't see', he was doing a bloody good job of hiding it.

James was now snogging the girl he had asked to Hogsmeade. Her friends were eying her jealously.

P-lease! The girl will probably be dumped by Christmas. What's there to be jealous of?

Saturday 27th November

Em and I decided we'd do our Christmas shopping last. That way most people would have gone back to the castle or The Three Broomsticks, so we wouldn't have to worry about crowds. It seemed everyone who was old enough to be going, was. This usually only happens when the weather is really nice. We went to The Three Broomsticks first. It was only half full as it was quite early. We bought our drinks and talked for a while. Gradually the place filled up, making it increasingly harder to hear Emmeline, even if she was just across the table. When James came in and began to snog his date, I decided I had had enough. We left The Three Broomsticks and went to buy presents instead. I was going home for Christmas, so there was no way I could avoid buying presents for my family. The most difficult person to find a present for was Petunia. If I gave her anything that was even slightly magical looking, she would probably try to burn it. In the end I settled on a large block of Honeydukes chocolate. It was easy to find a gift for Emmeline. I found a section in the second-hand bookshop labelled: "Muggle Mythology". I chose a book on the adventures of Merlin, from a muggle perspective. I thought she would get a good laugh out of it.

We returned to the castle in time for lunch. Unfortunately there was a huge pile of homework awaiting us. Groan. Evil scheming teachers. 

Friday 10th December

And with the approaching holidays, everyone has turned stupid. It's like the first week of school all over again, possibly worse. The Marauders have been hexing Slytherins front, right and centre, earning them a comfy spot in detention to last until the end of term.

Charms class was a disaster. We were meant to be practicing this charm to make objects shrink to pocket size, very handy. But barely anyone in the class was paying attention, so we had loose spells wising about the classroom, shrinking desks, books and even Professor Flitwick. The Marauders burst into laughter, since it was their own Peter who had done it. Their laughter increased as Flitwick tried to un-shrink himself, with little success. When he finally managed this, he was hit by another loose charm. Needless to say he decided we'd move onto another charm. 

Meals were extremely loud and small food fights often broke out. You see on top of it being nearly Christmas, the Department of Magical Games and Sports had just confirmed that the Quidditch World Cup was to be held in Scotland. England was doing pretty well, and everyone was anticipating a spectacular win.

Monday 13th December

Ok, it's the night before we leave for our Christmas holidays, so naturally a party is being held in the Common Room. I swear the house elves have been slipping drugs into our food. Even I'm feeling pretty happy, despite the prospect of spending the next couple of weeks in the same house as Petunia. AND we have to share a bedroom! Well, I suppose I better finish packing and join the party. Plus I need to find Slinky and do Prefect duty with Remus. It seems she's anticipated a long ride confined in her cage and run off. MERRY CHRISTMAS!

A/N: Ok, not as long as I planned. But I'll write lots of stuff over the holidays, I promise.

To my reviewers (glares at those who have not reviewed):

Laterose: my wonderful supportive friend! What more can I say!

Alaranth-88 (mother cat): I'm so glad that you and your sister like my story. Your comments are much appreciated.

Child-of-scorpio: Jamesie was trying to be nice, not just get into her pants or something. His mother knew Aunt Harriet from her school days. Lily will realise this eventually. Thanks for all the reviews. Your words supply a large amount of the brain power to write these chapters. I'm sure I've seen your name somewhere but I can't remember where. Do you read a lot of L/J couplings?

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Evelle: Thanks for reviewing! Don't worry, Lily still has a long way to go before she admits to liking James. He's going to be even more of a pain in the backside. And about the plot… there isn't much of one at the moment. I just kind of have this vague idea of what I think should happen in the next couple of years. Each year will be a new story. Next year will have James' perspective as well. I can't wait to write it.