Summary- Lily, Head Girl of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, is kidnapped, nearly seduced, and charmed by the Memory of Tom Riddle. What will happen when he sends her on a mission to seduce, and castrate the young James Potter, when Tom realizes that James's unborn child will be his undoing?

castrating James

by Majestic Waters

Chapter 2: Pleasant Potion Poring

James Potter was hyperventilating. How could this have happened? She'd gone right off of the Marauder's Map!

For a while, now, James had been completely taken with Lily Evans. Everything about her just made him want to sing, dance, smile, laugh, and sigh with longing, all at the same time. And she liked him, too. He knew she did. She had told him, once, that he was a very funny person, but whether she had meant funny- ha ha! , or funny-queer, he didn't know. The only obstacle in his path was her boyfriend, Marshall. If only that blond, bigheaded git would disappear off of the planet, so Lily could finally voice her feelings for James, and James only.... Instead, it seemed as though Lily had vanished in his place.

Sweat dribbled off his face, and into his steaming porridge, as he continued to frantically scan the Map under the Gryffindor table, in the Great Hall. James' best friends, seated around him, continued to stare at him, more than a little concerned for his well-being. Sirius Black clapped him on the back, hard.

"Jamesy, come on! Why do you insist on knowing where that girl is 24-7? We've got to get to classes." James looked up at Sirius, a pained expression on his handsome face. He gestured to the Map, and sputtered.

"B-but, Sirius! Y-you don't understand! She's disappeared! Just gone! Right off the Map!" Remus Lupin's brow wrinkled in consternation, and he reached across the table to snatch the Map out of James' hands. Remus scanned it as James had done moments before, before looking up in amazement.

"My God, he's right!" Sirius looked at his two friends with disbelieving eyes, and was about to take the Map for himself, when Peter Pettigrew beat him to it. He blinked slowly with his watery-blue eyes, searching the Map, before shrugging, and tossing it back over to Remus.

"Well, she is Head Girl. Maybe she knows about a secret passage that we don't already have down on the Map. Eh?" Peter suggested, dabbing at his eyes. At Sirius' inquiring stare, he shrugged again. "Allergies.... Blachooo!!!"

Sirius shook his head at him, then reconsidered.

"Well, maybe Pete is right." Sirius said, finally taking the Map to examine for himself. "If she really isn't on the Map- and I can see she isn't- then she must have found an easier way to get to Charms. She's probably halfway there, which is more than I can say for all of us. We should get going." He thumped James on the back, again, for good measure. "Stop worrying so much, Jamesy-poo. You'll see your princess, soon enough."

The four friends stood, Sirius dragging a reluctant James behind him, and managed to walk through the classroom door, just before the late bell. James began to sway, sickly, when he realized that Lily wasn't in the room.

"All right, Class! Take your seats, now!" Professor Flitwick piped over the chattering students. "Settle down! Now, today, we're going to learn the Locator Charm." The tiny Professor paused while the class let out a unanimous "Oooh!" Flitwick smiled, pleasantly.

"Yes. It's very difficult, actually. You place your wand in the palm of your hand, pointing the tip of the wand North. Then you must proceed to do this ceremonial dance." The little Professor began to hop on his right foot, slowly, at first, and then faster. Then he began to spin, and still hopping, began to nod his head to the crazy drum- beat he was creating with his hopping in the resonant room. "Yes!" panted Flitwick. "Very difficult, indeed! And you must never let your wand face any other direction but north while performing it!" His class stared at him, wide eyed, with mouths agape. Was he being serious...? Abruptly, the Professor stopped jumping, and head banging, and stared at his wand intently. The room was quiet, except for Flitwick's rapid breathing, until... "POINT ME!", the little man roared, pumping his hands up to the ceiling and throwing his head back. Again his breathing filled the room, and after about a minute, when, still, nothing had happened, the Professor slowly, and, it seemed, unsurely brought down his hands. He looked at his wand incredulously, and scratched his head. "Hmm.... It's always worked before...." The class began to titter, nervously, until a quiet, female voice spoke up.

"Please, Professor!" Kitty Pettigrew blushed as all heads turned to look at her, before continuing, bravely. "Err- what exactly were you trying to locate?" The Hogwarts students turned their heads in time to see their Professor blush profusely. He scratched his head again, snapping his fingers with his left hand.

"Oh, I knew I was forgetting something...!" The lesson continued as such, and James was relieved when the bell rang, signaling the end of class. He and his three friends made their way to Potions class, excessively tired, yet happy to be out of Flitwick's class. When they arrived, they were surprised not to see their Potions professor, Professor Kettlebroom, unapproachably waiting for them at the head of the class. Two minutes later, however, they were shocked to see Professor Flitwick come running through the door.

"Sorry, Kids! I'd forgotten Professor Kettlebroom wasn't in today; he caught a bout of the Leaping Lizards, and is still hopping around the infirmary! I'll be taking over your lesson for today!"

The entire class groaned, halfheartedly getting out the materials they needed for the lesson. James rolled his eyes and was about to lay his head on the worktable, when the Potions room door burst open... and a Goddess walked into the room. She was positively ravishing in a tiny, glittering, red dress, her Hogwarts robes draped around her shoulders haphazardly, and her red and gold Gryffindor tie tied 'round her waist. She was radiant in a sluttish sort of way, and even the most studious Ravenclaws had taken their eyes off of their notes to gawk. The lovely red head smiled, and licked her lips before sauntering over in her staletto heels to Professor Flitwick, and bending forward to whisper in his ear.

"Sorry, I'm late, Professor..." She then proceeded to reach down between her cleavage to produce a blue slip of paper. The Professor squeaked when she placed it into his palm. She raised her eyebrows amusedly. "My pass...?" she offered as way of an explanation. The Professor looked stunned before squeaking, "Yes! Of course, Ms. Evans! Your... pass. Please take your seat?" The alleged 'Ms. Evans' smirked at Flitwick once more before turning on her heel, and strolling slowly over to the seat next to James. She gave him a hot, green, smoky eyed stare before, deliberately sitting down. James swallowed.

"Hey, Evans. You're looking... fine. Why weren't you in Charms today?" Lily hadn't taken her eyes off of him since she'd sat down, and she was starting to make him nervous... especially considering how... "fine" she was looking.

"Hey, yourself...." She seemed to enjoy looking him over, and licking her lips. "Charms? Ha! I guess I'd figured I'd learned enough charm for one existence. But maybe, with you by my side-," she said, licking her lips again, "we could work a little magic of our own... hmm?" This couldn't be the same studious, care-free girl he'd fallen in love with? Was it just him, or was she getting closer, and closer to his face... and was that her foot moving up his right leg?! Someone angrily cleared their throat on the other side of room, and turning, James realized that Marshall Kline, Lily's Ravenclaw boyfriend, was drilling holes into the back of his head, with his cold blue eyes. James attempted to move so far back from Lily, that he almost ended up in Sirius' lap. Even though he'd rather have Lily in his lap than James, Sirius rather enjoyed the situation, and made it apparent by pushing James back onto Lily. Marshall growled and cracked his knuckles from across the room, and oblivious, Professor Flitwick began the lesson.

"Now, class, today you'll be continuing to brew your Hostility Potion! The salamander tongues have been boiling overnight, and since you all prepared the fire crab spittle and beet- root stew on Friday, it's time to move onto adding the crushed scarab beetles! Remember: you mustn't add them too quickly, now! Don't forget what happened to Boswick the Brow-less!" The whole class flinched, having heard the story of Boswick from their absent Professor, on Friday. "Come to the front of the room, class, and pick out exactly 22 beetles, please. Don't be shy!" James was quite glad for the excuse to get away from the red haired she- devil beside him, and jumped up from his chair to get his beetles.

"Oh, Jamesy...." James cringed, and turned around at Lily's call. "Would you mind getting my beetles for me?" She pouted prettily, and winked when he nodded.

"Oh, no!" growled a voice. It was Lily's boyfriend, Marshall. Blond hair askew, cheek- bones painfully prominent in a grimace, and blue eyes wild, the built Ravenclaw shoved James, none too delicately. "If anyone is going to be getting Lily her beetles, it's going to be ME!" A bit overwhelmed, James was about to tell Marshall how right he was, when Lily stood up and did the unthinkable; she grabbed James by the collar and gave him a peck on the lips, and a very sensual peck, at that.

Roaring, Marshall drew back his fist, ready to strike James, when he was stopped by a mysterious force. Marshall quickly drew back his hand from the invisible barrier that had surrounded James and Lily, a burning pain shooting up his arm. Shocked, he looked up, holding his blistering knuckles. Lily looked down at him, imperiously, her green eyes aglow with malice, and her pretty lips drawn in a sneer.

"You will not hurt James!" she snarled, pointing an accusing finger at her confused boyfriend. Flames seemed to be shooting from Lily's finger- tips, and Marshall, along with James and the rest of the class couldn't help but cower away from her. She bore down upon Marshall, her green aura glowing brighter and brighter, her hair standing on end, and every part of her body riddled with the power of something hell-born, until-

"That is QUITE enough, Ms. Evans!" Albus Dumbledore, Professor of Transfiguration and Deputy Headmaster, had arrived, seemingly appearing out of thin air, but with such authority, that no one moved a muscle after his pronouncement. He swept over to Lily, easily passing through the barrier she had erected, and grabbed her by the chin, and after searching her eyes for a quiet minute, he seemed to have come to some conclusion. Lily wrinkled her nose in contempt. Turning away from Lily he called, "Professor!" When there was no answer, Dumbledore agitatedly walked to the front of the room, and (correctly) looked under the Potions Professor's desk. "Professor Flitwick...?" There came a little squeak, and, hurriedly, the Professor scooted out from underneath, a blush of shame gracing his ears and nose.

"Hello, Albus..." Flitwick mumbled. "Just checking to see that the students were... safe. A defensive technique, of course! So I would have the element of surprise...!" Dumbledore smiled sympathetically.

"Of course, Professor. I never doubted you. However, if I could ask you for a favor...?"

"Oh, yes, Albus! Anything!" Dumbledore smiled widely.

"Would you mind taking Ms. Evans over to the Hospital wing...?" Flitwick blanched, but Dumbledore continued, in a more quiet tone. "There are some... tests... that I would like to have conducted, concerning Ms. Evans." Flitwick nodded hurriedly, and approached Ms. Evans with the little bravado he had left.

"Come along Ms. Evans", said he, cautiously, as though she might spontaneously combust, or, worse, make him spontaneously combust. Luckily, Lily seemed to have calmed down considerably enough to merely smirk at the Professor, unpleasantly, and stroll disdainfully out of the room, while Flitwick scampered at her heels.

"Ah, well!" sighed Dumbledore, addressing the rest of the class. "It seems that Ms. Evans is feeling a little off color, today! Not to worry, though; she should be back to her normal, happy self by the end of the week. Yes, and as I have a few important matters to attend to, I shall leave," here Dumbledore cast his eyes around the room, and landed on a student who didn't seem quite as perturbed as the rest, "Mr. Black in charge for the remainder of the period. I wish you a pleasant potion poring!" And with that, Dumbledore breezed out of the room, leaving a very confused class.

Sirius, the only one who seemed, at present, to be of a sound mind, stood up on his desk, clearing his throat, awkwardly. "Hem-hem.... Class dismissed!"

A/N: Yep.... Review. Not for my sake, but for the sake of all the computer-less people in the world who can't review for themselves! Kind of like voting.... Do both, if you can. Vote... review, same difference. I'm still too young to vote, so if you're 18 or older, go to the polls on November 2nd, and think of me, and how sad I'll be if you don't.

Majestically Yours,

Majestic Waters