DISCLAIMER: Guess who's the Goddess of the Harry Potter universe? Me? Haha, nope, it's this brilliant author JK Rowling, and I'm just using her ideas... They're hers, got it?

A/N: There's a tornado watch right now, so I love my laptop, no wires, no electricity to ruin it with... 2 hours, 49 minutes until the battery goes bye- bye. If it reflects in my writing, so you know.

Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing? I am James Potter, in Gryffindor Sixth Year Boys' Dormitory, trying to wake up.

Every morning he asked the same thing, it was repetitive, but James liked easy routine. Boredom was not one of his favorite things, however. It hadn't bored him yet.

It was when he decided to get up that he realized his legs were overly heavy. It was even more than usual in the morning. It felt to him like his legs had transformed into lead, or some equally heavy something, legs. Experimentally trying to lift his left leg, he laughed at himself. Of course, Sirius hated him for waking up early on weekend, he would put a spell on James's legs.

Smiling over at the undisturbed curtains beside him, James muttered a few counterspells, the fourth worked. He decided that a little revenge would be in order. A little? James Potter never only got a little revenge, it was full out war for a few minutes, a truce could be called at that point, however. Poking his head and hand through the space in the curtains surrounding the sleeping Sirius, James wondered for what seemed to be the millionth time: how does he look so innocent and sweet when he sleeps? Putting all guilt behind him James whispered a spell, resisted the urge to cackle to himself, and went to finish his charms homework in the common room.

"James?" a tall, thin, blonde thing attacked him as he walked down the spiral stairs.

"What?"

"I'm Mandy, I'm in sixth year," the thing named Mandy said.

"Sixth year... same as Lily?"

"Evans? Oh. Her, yeah, she's in my year," her face fell at James's obvious Lily fixation, but she tried to give James one of her big smiles.

"Do you know what's wrong with her?"

"Something's wrong with her?" Mandy said. "Oh. She did seem slightly upset, I don't know her very well, after second year when she claimed that her eyes are naturally that color green, seriously, how could anyone have eyes that green? I wouldn't care, I just want the spell, I don't want that color, of course, just a little green, sort of a sea-foam color. I have a dress the exact color I want them to be."

"Um. I have to meet someone in the library, good-bye, thi-Mandy," James said.

"Bye, Jamesie, you do know that if you had green eyes like Lily you would be so incredibly cute? I mean even more than you already are!" (a/n: just like guess who?)

"Umm... Thanks," James began to get really scared of her, and hurried off to hide from further thing-attacks in the Great Hall. He sat down, feeling stupid reading a book at the deserted Gryffindor table.

He turned to see an angry Lily walk in. She sat on the opposite end of the table, scowling at him. Sighing he got up, going to talk to her.

"Lily?"

"Potter."

"Lily Evans. What is wrong? I can't image what I did, you were perfectly friendly with me until yesterday morning. I'm sorry if I'm a late riser, Sirius, Remus, Peter and I probably take twenty extra minutes having half asleep conversations," James realized he was rambling.

"Why would I care when you get up? The only thing I really care about is people being open and telling the truth to me," Lily got up and left.

"Lily!" James got no reply.

"What'd you do to chase the fox away this time, hound?" a sneering voice said.

"Nothing."

"Well, Potter, I would wish you luck, but I think at this stage you'd have to control her mind to chase her back to you. Why not use your lapdog like the Muggles use sheepdogs?" Snape said.

"I bet you couldn't make her talk to you for even a week without her seeing through you."

"Ooh. A bet with Potter. You are on, give me until next Saturday night and I'll have her talking to me still."

"We'll see about that, Death Eater," James spoke the last two words with great contempt.

"Caught one already, Prongs?" Sirius had appeared from behind Snape.

"No evidence, just trading of insults," James said.

"Black? Or should I say green? What happened to you?" Snape sneered.

Sirius looked confused, but James knew his spell had worked, turning his hair various shades of green.

"Just ignore him, Padfoot," James said, hoping Sirius didn't get too mad at him.

"Umm... Padfoot?" Remus said, appeared behind Sirius, James silenced him with a shake of his head and an evil smile.

"James, you look like you just cursed the Slytherins, what did you do?" Sirius asked.

"Me? Looking evil? Let's say it'll be a nice surprise for you, Padfoot, sounds like fun, doesn't it?" James replied.

James watched amusedly, as Sirius's eyes grew wide with horror, "Prongs, please? Just tell me."

"Fine. Go look in a mirror," James replied, laughing at the sight of Sirius hurrying off to find a mirror, his green hair passing Lily's red hair. His eyes then watched as Lily walked back into the Great Hall, surrounded by some Ravenclaw girls. James wished she had found some friends, other than the things she shared a dormitory with. Her eyes seemed slightly puffier than usual and her smile a little more forced, but to James she appeared as radiant as ever. When he went to talk to her she glared at him, following the Ravenclaws to their table.

James sighed; he wanted to discuss his evil scheme to get Sirius a beautiful girl with Lily. He had managed to convince Sirius to give him three tries, and James intended to use all of them.

The first girl would be very strange, preferably someone who blinks half as much as most normal humans and could discusses things like the significance of the ancient tortoises' left leg bone to the ancient Egyptian wizards, but could never possibly carry on a normal conversation.

The second one would be boring and normal. Maybe he'd get one of Mandy's thing-minions for that girl.

The third was a fifth year Ravenclaw named Katrina. She was a rather small girl, with straight dark brown hair and dark blue eyes. She also was very quiet, but James had talked to her twice and knew she was intelligent without being overly boring or superior about it, and she had an uncanny mind for recognizing all pranks being played anywhere near her. She had caught him setting up two different pranks. She also was one of those girls, who once they get over their initial intimidation over you, lose their quiet appearance.

The first two were only for James's entertainment. All in all, James couldn't quite wait, the only thing that could have improved it would be if Lily stopped ignoring him, even though he was sure I hadn't done anything at all to her.