A/N: I'm soooooooooooooooooooooo sorry that this took so long, I really am. But as promised, here it is. I won't keep you from reading it so the stinkin' explanation ends here.

"You're so quiet, Harry. Why?" Lily asked. She didn't think Harry was acting like himself but she passed it off as nerves.

Harry, still staring transfixed at Lily's face, replied, "Words cannot express the emotions that your very presence causes to well up within my heart. I wish for this night to last forever so that I may more deeply partake of your beauty."

Lily blinked once, confused. Now she knew Harry was acting strange. She never thought of Harry as a corny guy but whatever: he was cute!

"Um, thanks. I think you're handsome yourself."

Suddenly Harry was close. Very close...too close. Lily almost backed away, afraid not too. She recalled Mary teasing her before about Lily being too reserved: especially with boys. Lily wanted to prove her wrong so she braced herself and wanted for Harry to close the ever-shrinking gap between her lips and his.

In a millisecond it was over. Harry pulled back ever so slightly and smiled. Lily smiled back. Harry kissed her again. Sweetly, tenderly a first and then with a fiery passion that frightened her. Harry was holding her so tightly that she could hardly breathe. He soon became smothering; Lily had to gasp for breath whenever she could.

"Harry... stop, please... can't breathe..." she gasped when Harry moved in on her neck.

Her words, it seemed, weren't heard. Harry kept baring down on her. Lily tried to push him away but he wouldn't budge. Lily's breath became shorter with every kiss: she was scared out of her wits. What happened to the innocent Harry Potter Lily gad come to like?

Lily started to scream but Harry quickly covered her mouth with his. She struggled and strained against his arms.

"What? I thought you liked me? Just a bit more..." Harry spoke softly, menacingly in her ear.

James Potter stopped just behind a bush directly across from where Lily and Harry were. He poked his head out a little to see what was going on. James's mouth dropped open at the visual. Harry was snogging James's Lily! James kept watching, waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike.

Harry wasn't supposed to be actually kissing her. What was going ton? James could hear Lily pleading with Harry to stop. Harry didn't even falter. If anything he became more passionate.

Finally, blood boiling, James emerged from behind the bush. Harry hadn't noticed.

"Harry! What in the world do you think you are doing!?!"

Harry's head snapped up: Lily took the opportunity to draw in a long breath. Harry grinned maliciously at James.

"Potter. A bit jealous are we? I suppose you're wondering what I'm doing with your girlfriend?"

"Actually, I was wondering what you're doing with Lily Evans. I haven't got a girlfriend." James admitted.

James was worried. Harry wasn't acting at all like himself or what he and James had rehearsed.

"You can be on your way now, Potter. She doesn't like you, she likes me, remember? Now go away, you're ruining our fun –"

"No!" Lily managed to scream. "Help me James!"

Harry shut her up with a kiss. James didn't know what to do. He couldn't very well fight James for two very good reasons. First, this was Harry: second, Lily would hate him still for fighting. But he had to do something!

"Harry," James spoke softly. "Please leave her alone. She can't even breathe you've got her so tight." His voice was steady and sincere, full of concern for Lily's wellbeing.

"Shut up, Potter. Don't make me hurt you," Harry spat.

In an instant, James recognized what was wrong with Harry. It wasn't Harry. It didn't sound like Harry or act like Harry. He reminded James strongly of... Lucious Malfoy. James didn't ever recall seeing Lucious at the ball. And there was that knocking James heard from the closet at the top of the stairs. Lucious must have attacked Harry, put and invisibility spell or something on him, and then drank a polyjuice potion! (James was very familiar with that potion...)

James was even more afraid. Lucious Malfoy knew enough Dark magic to rival members of the Dark Lord's inner circle.

"I don't want to fight you, Malfoy," James whispered.

Harry, or rather Lucious, looked a little surprised. Lily was even more horrified and began sobbing out loud.

"So you've figured me out. I must say I did hope you weren't bright enough. Remus Lupin, I feared would catch me but not you..." Lucious released Lily. "You, there, stay." Lucious wiped out his wand and magically glued Lily to a bench. Here eyes were wide with horror, knowing now why everything was so strange.

"All right Potter, we'll duke it out. Winner takes Lily and does with her what he will. Got it?" Lucious raised his wand.

"No," James said flatly. "I don't want to fight."

Lucious paused. "Good, makes everything better for me. I'll just kill you now and take Lily."

"No," James repeated. "Do whatever you want to me but let her go. I'll give you whatever you want. I'll do your homework, I'll give you my family's fortune, my top of the line broomstick... my life..."

"Idiot, Potter. Can't you see? All you have that I don't is Lily." Lucious snapped.

"Well too bad because she's not mine to give. I never had her. I may have wished for her or acted like I had her but she never wanted me."

Over on the park bench Lily sobbed harder. James Potter was willing to give all he had to save her?

Lucious began to chuckle. His chuckle turned into a loud, evil laugh. "To die hated and unloved. What a shame. I think I'll kill you with my bare hands. It would give me so much more satisfaction..."

Lucious tossed his wand aside and motioned for James to do the same. James sighed and dropped his wand. And now I shall die...

Lucious lunged at James, who refused to move. He couldn't, wouldn't, fight or Lily would hate him forever. He took a blow to the head at the start that sent him staggering backward. James shook it off and steadied himself.

"Come on Potter. Save yourself, not your girl. You're being stupid. Fight me, Potter... Fight me..."

Lucious caught James in the stomach with his fist, causing James to retch. Lily cried out and strained against the spell binding her to the bench.

James looked sadly at Lily. He stood, waiting for Lucious to come at him again. Malfoy laughed. A horrible, merciless laugh. Lucious grabbed James by the hair, pulled him in and thrust his knee upward between James's legs.

James forced the cry in his throat back down. He fell to the ground, curled up in blinding pain. But he would not scream. Would not make any sound at all. Lucious was already having fun. James wasn't going it further satisfy him by expressing his pain.

Lucious kicked him in the ribs while he was down. A few definite cracks sounded at the impact. Lucious kicked him in the face. James coughed and spit blood. He wasn't sure if it meant that his broken ribs had punctured a lung or him lip and nose were bleeding.

Lily couldn't take it anymore. "Fight him, James! Please! He'll kill you! I don't want you to die. Hit him back!"

"Shut up!" Lucious screamed and smacked Lily across the face.

James's mind was cleared of all pain the moment Malfoy hit Lily. Her eyes were pleading him to fight back, to save them both. James jumped up, despite the sharp pain in his chest, and socked Lucious in his jaw. Malfoy flew backward and lay motionless. His skin began bubbling; a sign that he was changing back. James turned and limped over to Lily.

"James," she whispered. Then her eyes grew wide. "James, behind you!"

James turned in time to see Malfoy – in his own body – with his wand pointed at James's head. His jaw was hanging strangely, probably broken, and his evil smile now plastered on his face was deformed.

"Crucio."

A/N: How'd you like it? The chapter isn't finished but I new I had to get this out before some one killed me. So there.

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