Disclaimer: I am not, as much as I wish I was, J.K. Rowling. These Characters are hers, not mine.
Author's Notes: Thanks to F4nfic-F4n4tic, Leaping Cow, Loraliant Angelisa Snape , Glanced and Mountaineer47 for reviewing! To answer F4nfic-F4n4tic's question; James Potter was actually a Gryffindor Chaser, and was a Seeker only in the movies. When James in playing with the snitch after his fifth year O.W.L.S. (O.o.t.p.), it's most likely because a snitch is much easier to nick from the quidditch room then a quaffle, know what I'm saying? Anyways, I apoligize for taking so long with the second chapter, I have a horrible case of writer's block and couldn't think straight. Oh yeah, please, READ AND R-E-V-I-E-W!!
Rating and warnings: I'm going to rate this PG-13 just to be safe. My guess is some swearing may occur and perhaps a few serious subjects. If not, I'll change it.
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The Matchmaker.
Two: I know what I'm doing.
"Wait up guys!" shrieked Pettigrew as he raced across the school grounds as fast as his furry little legs could carry him. The full moon cast a silvery glow onto the nighttime scenery and three fourths of the Marauders raced from the castle towards the edge of the property. A large, shaggy black dog galloped past, snatching the chubby brown rat up and continuing on. The rodent was safe, even if in the jaws of a canine, for this canine, was a friend. This canine was Sirius Black.
The wolf-like dog stopped abruptly beside a full grown, adult stag, whose hazel eyes glittered in the moon light.
He noticed the creatures pull up beside him and turned towards his new company.
Sirius dropped the rat and gave it an understanding nod. Pettigrew scurried off into the night.
"Nice weather," spoke the deer breaking the silence. The dog took a seat, watching the enormous tree before them creak as it swayed its branches threateningly.
"I'd say so," he replied, cocking his pointed ears. "Moony will be happy to see us, after a summer on his own and all."
"Yeah, oh, there's our cue."
The creaking had ceased, and both Prongs and Padfoot trotted towards it's middle and disappeared into the trunk.
The tunnel was moist and dark as the two mammals sneaked through.
They emerged at the other end to come face-to-face with a large, wiry haired wolf. Its head was much larger then a normal wolf's and its spine elongated. Its snarl failed as it caught sight of his new company and it turned to face them.
Sirius bounded up onto an old creaky bed and playfully pawed at the werewolf's maw, before letting a low growl creep out.
"Oh Sirius, you belong in a family with children!" joked the stag, who was now lying on the rotting floor boards. The dog leapt down and circled him.
"Perhaps I do James, and one of these days, they're will be a child to play with."
"Going to go bang a few trusting Hufflepuffs?" Remus, the werewolf, chortled as he paced the shack. Peter snickered from his nest of wood shavings and watched Sirius prod a stray branch.
"Perhaps you're gonna screw a Hogsmeade stray?" James suggested.
"Well, I always wondered what doggie style would be like."
The boys broke into a fit of giggles after Sirius's remark. This is what full moon nights were like. The Marauders sitting around discussing their next pranks, girls, or random things that would pop up. Sirius calmed his hyper tension and curled up at the foot of the ageing mattress.
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His untidy head hit the table with a 'thud'. Another 'thud' rang out into the room, followed by a third. Professor McGonagall sat upright in her chair and studied the boy as he knocked his head against the desk for a forth time.
"Mr. Potter!" she snapped. James' face slowly rose and he opened his eyes and slipped his glasses back on. His newly pink forehead peeked out from beneath his jet black mop. "It's mandatory you pay attention. You're head boy now, and with that comes responsibility."
"Professor, I didn't ask to be head boy, did I?" he replied with a dopey look.
"You certainly did not, but the Headmaster seems to find you fit. The sooner you join in on our meeting, the sooner we can leave."
McGonagall turned back to the other students in the room. James groaned and lay his head back down on the table. The nest few minutes were stretched long and incredibly boring, as Professor McGonagall and the prefects of each house sorted out some things. The Head Girl listened intently, dedicated to performing her duties. James tried to listen, but his mind carried him elsewhere.
Lily's hair seemed to be so silky, it sparkled in the sunlight that drifted in through the stain glass windows. Her gorgeous figure just sat there, waiting for James, beckoning him on. She turned her head and smiled warmly.
"You know James, you're really sweet. I'm so incredibly sorry for everything...please...forgive me?" And with that she climbed up on the table, and stripped off her robe. The boy in shock peeled his face off the table and stared in awe at the perfect figure before him. She knelt down, leaning in close. Her gaze was seductive and he too leaned in for a kiss. The passion exchanged between the two was at an all time high and James was consumed into the history making moment.
A snort echoed in the room followed by a chorus of giggling.
"Ew, what's he doing?" "'I always knew Potter was a fruit," "How in Merlin's name did he become Head boy!?"
The voices continued to snicker before James finally opened his eyes.
There, directly in front of him, but seated in a chair, was Lily Evans. Her brilliant green eyes were fixed on him, but instead of being full of pleasure, they held sheer disgust.
"Mr. Potter!" McGonagall scolded.
James sat up, staring around at his fellow peers.
"I don't know what you were doing, but this is no place to do it!"
He nodded in silence, knowing what he was thinking or dreaming had made a big impact. Everyone stood except for him, and left the room.
James looked down and sighed. Another disadvantage of being a teenage male. He did the custom 'flip and tuck' and left the room too, keeping his robes baggy as he sped down the hall.
"That took long enough," Remus chortled as James joined the marauders in the Gryffindor common room. "Sirius beat you out of his detention."
"Did he now?" James retorted sarcastically taking a seat beside his friends. "Well, Sirius didn't have as much fun as I did I bet."
"Oh? I didn't. If you mean it was boring then no...I think I beat you at that."
Sirius smiled as if being challenged.
"No, I meant embarrassing."
"Oh! Do tell then," Sirius teased, edging closer.
James hesitated but told them about the dream he had, and Lily's reaction. In fact, he even let the hard-on part get out. They all had a good laugh until Remus shook his head.
"We can't laugh, it's happened to all of us. Remember Padfoot? Divination, third year, Tasha Haney..."
Sirius went a nice shade of crimson and nodded.
"Alright, true enough, but this was funny because Lily saw it!"
"True enough," Remus chuckled in agreement.
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"Professor Dumbledore?" McGonagall asked as she stepped in through his office door. "I'm not sure you've made such a wise decision..."
A very tall old wizard turned to face her from behind his desk, covered in what's it's and who's it's. His long hair and beard were silver and his bright blue eyes twinkled with excitement.
"And what decision is this you speak of?" questioned the elder quietly.
"Your decision to make James Potter Head Boy, Sir."
She approached the Headmaster with a sharp look in her eye.
"You'll find I made an excellent decision."
Albus Dumbledore advanced towards his out looking window and scanned the grounds. "What has young Mr. Potter done to perhaps make you think otherwise?"
McGonagall studied his expression before continuing.
"He falls asleep during meetings, breaks rules at every chance and doesn't seem to be keen an anything that involves his badge."
"He'll turn around soon, I assure you. Though, those tricks played upon the first years at the welcoming ceremony weren't particularly nice, and the trick passwords he gave out were indeed false...you must trust me on thing one. Lily Evans will sort him out."
"Lily Evans? She despises James! I'm always overhearing her ridicule him."
"That may be true, but listen harder in this coming month. You'll hear more."
"Professor, I don't think this is wise."
Albus made a sudden turn and faced her, his voice and expressions filled with dire seriousness.
"I'm sorry Minerva; this is not your decision. I trust James Potter, and he'll prove to be very successful in his position."
"Very well Sir, I just hope you haven't made a mistake"
"I assure you, it will be a happy ending for more then just the faculty."
McGonagall nodded. "Very well, I wish you all the luck in the world on that."
She turned a stiff back and stepped down onto the stair case.
"Minerva!" Dumbledore called after her, advancing a few steps. "Could you call on Pomona for me? I do believe a harvest of fluxweed is in order."
The Professor's face tightened and she gave a nod before continuing her descent. Albus gave a light chuckle and took a seat behind his desk. The swan-like bird perched beside the desk, purred and ruffled its fiery red feathers. A bustle behind the door told Albus he had a guest. Sure enough, a plump old witch, with frizzy grey hair entered the room clumsily.
"Oh Dumbledore! You know fluxweed is difficult to harvest!" she moaned, obviously not enjoying the mere thought of the task.
"And that is why, Professor Sprout, I have two students who'll be assisting you."
His half moon spectacles lingered at the edge of his long, crooked nose.
"And these students are? I'm going to need ones with top grades for this."
"Lilly Evans, and James Potter."