"Fucking hell!" Lily cursed under her breath as she lay sprawled on top of Sirius and James. As she struggled up, Sirius grabbed her arse. She turned around to him saying, "Hands off the ARSE!" She then turned to James, to tell him they'd better go and see what was going on. But Professor McGonagall was already standing at the door to the compartment. McGonagall told them it was nothing to worry about, they would be back on their way soon, just go around and tell everyone it would be okay. Lily and James walked down the corridor, informing everyone that everything was okay.

"I think, Evans, seeings as we're going to be working together all year, we should try and be friends," James said, as they were walking back to their compartment.

Lily laughed. "You? And me? Friends? Potter, for as long as I've known you, you've pulled dirty little tricks on me. I hate you."

"Can't we at least try?"

"Try?" Lily pondered as they stopped outside their compartment. She sighed. "Okay, I'll try. But tell Black he'd better keep his fucking hands off me!"

"Deal," James said, holding out his hand to shake.

Lily shook his hand and they entered the compartment. And stood there. And stared. Dana and Sirius were making out. Sirius had his hands all over Dana, and they hadn't even noticed that James and Lily had entered. James cleared his throat.

Sirius looked up, then whispered something in Dana's ear and they broke apart.

"Having fun, there, Sirius?" James asked, taking a seat across from them.

Lily suddenly remembered her holidays. She started shivering uncontrollably, she couldn't breath properly and she huddled in the corner, on the floor.

"Lily?!" Dana was saying. "What's wrong, Lily?"

"Is she having some kind of attack?" Sirius was asking.

"God, she's freaking me out! Evans, what's wrong?" James said.

(FLASHBACK)

Their voices faded away and Lily was standing in her bedroom. It was a sunny afternoon and the sunlight was streaming in the window. She had been crying, she was always crying. Then he had come in.

"You're always crying, Lily," he said.

"Where's mum?" She asked, backing away from him.

"Oh, she's gone out for the afternoon. Won't be back until 9, i shouldn't think," he said, advancing on her.

Lily had backed herself in a corner, and had no way of escaping. She began to cry again. Don't cry, don't cry, she willed herself, sniffing loudly. He was there, now, his body pressed against hers. He pushed his pelvis forward, so she could feel his erection.

"You know how i get an erection when i fuck your mum?" he asked.

Lily shook her head.

"I think of you." He whispered and kissed her softly. His hands where already unbuttoning her jeans, letting them fall down. Slowly, he pulled down her panties and fingered her. Then, he undid his pants, took of his boxers and entered her. Lily had learnt not to scream as he thrusted himself inside of her. She'd learnt to stand there and take it. And she did. And when it was over he left her room and went to have dinner. Lily pulled her pants back up. She got out her trunk and packed up all her things. And that night, while they were both asleep, she left.

(END FLASHBACK)

"Lily?" James was saying, intently watching her unseeing eyes.

Lily looked at him and looked away quickly. "You called me Lily," she sobbed.

"What's wrong? You can tell me."

Lily shook her head. "I can't, I can't, I can't."

"I won't tell anyone."

"I said i can't."

James put his arm around her, trying to comfort her. He helped her stand up, and she lent into him, wrapping her arms around him and crying into his robes. James hugged her tightly, wishing she didn't have to be upset.

"Lily!" A voice exclaimed suddenly.

Lily broke away from James, and then realised what she'd been doing. What the hell? She hated James, why had she been crying on his shoulder? JAMES, of all people, that bastard. She glared at him.

James looked at Lily and it occurred to him, why did he care if she was upset? He didn't like her, in fact, he hated her!! She'd always been so nasty to him. He glared back at her.

"Lily, are you okay?" Cass asked, oblivious to the temperature drop in the room.

"Yeah, I'm fine." Lily said, sitting down, still glaring at James. This was all his fault.

"We bought you some lollies," Dana said from the door.

"It's okay, guys, don't worry, I'm fine." Sure, she was fine. She lifted up her robe ever so slightly and glanced at the ugly scar on her wrist, and pulled her robe back before anyone could notice.

JPV (James's Point of View)

I saw that scar on her arm, James thought, I wonder what's really going on here? Wait – what the fuck do i care? She's a cold BITCH!

James stalked out of the compartment and walked up and down the corridors. Suddenly, Dumbledore appeared in front of him.

"Professor," James said.

"James."

"You don't usually visit the Hogwarts Express?"

"No, James, I have just popped in to tell you something."

"Yes, Professor?"

"Take care of Lily, won't you, Mr. Potter?"

James scowled.

"Mr. Potter, take care of Lily, won't you? She needs your help."

"She doesn't need my help!"

"Oh, but she does."

"Fine, fine. I'll take care of Lily, Professor."