A/N: So here's the second chapter, and I'd like to start by thanking my only reviewer, DramaQn621. Thanks, I appreciate it a lot! Glad you like it, here's chapter 2!

If anybody has any ideas for a different title to this story, I'd love to hear them. It was named in a 'spur of the moment' kinda thing (I was listening to the McFly song, 'Unsaid Things' at the time), and to be frank, I don't think it fits. I never seem to think about the title until I'm creating the story (with the exception of 'Never Odd Or Even', I had that one from the beginining) and then I'm like "Oh bloody hell, what AM I going to call it???"

And also, I don't remember what colour/breed of stag James was in his Animagus form, but in my fanfic, he's a white stag. Like in Animals Of Farthing Wood, I always loved the stag in that.

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Lily was just turning a corner, back to Gryffindor Tower, when somebody walked into her. The corridors were quite deserted at this time of night, and the only two students with permission to be out late were her and Potter.

She looked up to see who it was, thinking she could tell them off for being out late, but saw no one. She turned round, and sure enough, they had walked past without a word. She was about to say something, before realising that the back of the head she was looking at had messy black hair; very distinct messy black hair.

Where's Potter going? She wondered. She also noticed that it was decidedly strange for him to walk past her and not say anything at all. Maybe he's still pissed because I wouldn't help him study? But even so, it was very unusual that he wouldn't even acknowledge her presence.

Right, she thought, I am going to follow him!

Okay, this was weird. It was usually James who showed signs of Stalker Tendencies, not her.

Oh well, this is a one off, she assured herself, it will NEVER happen again.

James walked exceedingly quickly to wherever he was headed, and Lily had to walk at twice his pace just to maintain the same level of distance between them. She followed him for a good ten minutes, through the dark, winding Hogwarts corridors, before he paused in an open courtyard.

Lily hid in the shadows as two other figures came to join him. One of them had the easily recognisable pale skin and dark hair of Sirius Black, and the other had the shiny, watery eyes that glinted in the light of the full moon, Peter Pettigrew.

What were they doing out here at this time of night? And where the hell was Remus? Didn't he usually join them on their little escapades? The next conversation answered that question.

"Have you seen Remus?" James asked Sirius.

"Yeah," he muttered, "Madame Pomfrey took him under the Whomping Willow about ten minutes ago. The moon's only just come out so he's probably not fully transformed yet, we should wait a couple of seconds."

Lupin? Transforming? The Whomping Willow? What exactly was going on?

"So what do you reckon for tonight?" James asked, teeth flashing as he grinned, "Stay in the Shack? Or go out on the grounds?"

"Depends what mood he's in, doesn't it?" Sirius replied calmly, "But I think we'll be safe with the grounds, he seemed in quite a good mood earlier didn't he?"

"The last time you said that Padfoot," Peter sighed, "He was grumpy and I got trapped under the bookcase he knocked over!"

"Oh yeah!" said Sirius, letting out a bark-like laugh.

And so the mystery deepened. Every comment they made got Lily more and more confused about what exactly was going on.

"Sssh!" James grumbled, "Keep your voices down! Somebody will hear!"

"Okay, okay!" Sirius complained, "I'll go give the grounds the once over shall I? Check no-one's around?"

"Yeah, good idea," Peter said, keeping a beady eye on the Whomping Willow in the distance, "We'll meet you by the lake in ten minutes, okay?"

Sirius nodded sharply before turning towards the shadows on Lily left, disappearing into the mist, missing her by a metre.

And sure enough, ten minutes later Sirius met Peter and James (whom Lily had followed down there) at the lake, the full moon reflected in the glistening water.

"Anything?" asked James, looking expectantly at his best friend. Sirius shook his head, black hair flailing wildly.

"Not that I could sense," he said, yawning, "Are we going in then?" It was at this point Lily lost her balance and only managed to stay upright by grabbing the mossy rock she was crouched behind with loud scratching noises as her nails gripped it.

"Might as well," Peter answered, obviously none of them had noticed her little episode, "He'll be ready I think."

"Shit!" said Lily a little too loudly as she examined her mangled nails, before clapping a hand over her mouth.

"Can you hear something?" asked James suddenly, holding up his hand. Sirius and Peter listened intently for a couple of seconds.

"No," Peter replied.

"I think you just imagined it mate," said Sirius grinning, "Come on, I can't be asked waiting much longer."

The trio set off down the hill towards the vicious tree known by all as the Whomping Willow. Peter and Sirius kept walking, as James turned round for one last look into the shadows made by the forest Lily was hiding in. She shrank back until she was sure he'd gone, and then peered out.

There was a sudden 'snap' behind her, like someone standing on a twig. She spun quickly around, and gasped as she saw a pair of malicious black eyes an inch from her own.

"What are you doing here, Mudblood?" Severus asked, sneering.

"That's none of your business Snivellus," she retorted scornfully, using the nickname the Marauders had created years previously. Snape scowled baring pointed teeth, eyes flashing sharply. "Unless you've forgotten, I'm Head Girl, that means I can go where I like, when I like. You on the other hand, can't. So unless you tell me why you're here, I'm finding the first teacher inside the castle and informing them of your little… escapade."

"I was… going for a walk," he mumbled, realising he'd been caught out.

"At this time of night? As if!" she snorted, "Come on, I want the truth."

"I was…" he started, heat rising to his pallid face, "Oh, fine, I was following Black."

"Really?" she asked pointedly.

"Yes," he snapped, "I… I saw him from a window and wondered where he was going." Lily surveyed him from under her thin eyebrows. Something in his eyes made her think he wasn't telling the whole truth, but he certainly wasn't giving her any clues.

"Fine," she sighed, "Just… go back to bed and we'll forget about it, all right?" He nodded sullenly, and she watched his back receding, making sure he went all the way into the castle.

After she was one hundred percent sure he'd left, she began to creep slowly in the direction the boys had gone. The atmosphere seemed different somehow. It was quiet. Deathly quiet. There wasn't a single noise from the forest, not a fairy buzzed nor a fwooper sang.

She turned, panicked, as she began to hear a steady panting noise and rustling through the trees. And then she heard the most chilling sound she had ever heard in her life. A howl in the dark. Her brain froze and she started to run in the wrong direction, away from the safety of Hogwarts castle, into the Forbidden Forest. Too late she realised what she had done, and a giant, hairy wolf sprang through the undergrowth to land in front of her.

She let out a piercing scream, as another large, black creature, appeared above the wolf, jumping on top of it.

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Just moments before, James Potter, (otherwise known as Prongs) under the Animagus transformation of a white stag, turned his head sharply to look at Padfoot. Moony, in front of them, had stopped, ears pricked up and snout sniffing.

He's caught a scent.

He sprang forwards at the same time as Padfoot, but Moony had escaped into the forest.

Someone was out on the grounds.

Prongs didn't know why, but for some odd reason his mind kept returning to Lily.

Please, not her, anyone but her. Not Lily.

It was like he knew what was wrong even before it happened. A scream filled the air, and in that second, in that moment, he knew his worst fears had been confirmed.

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She couldn't move. Her legs felt numb and every time she tried to run she found she was rooted to the spot. Lily watched in horror as the two great beasts battled it out, snapping, biting and snarling at each other. She was so shocked at the sight, that she didn't notice the beautiful, pure white animal that came sprinting from the forest, until it had pushed her away.

Her brain still didn't seem to be working properly. She looked at the stag, and could almost swear it was telling her to get onto its back. Shakily, she climbed on, not really focusing on what she was doing. As soon as she was safely seated, the stag cantered away back towards the castle.

It knelt down as they reached the large wooden doors, so she could climb off, but the instant she did, she heard a rushing noise in her ears, and a weight pressing on her head as the world blacked out.

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"Lily? Lily, please! Talk to me Lil!"

She groggily opened one bleary eye, to see the concerned face of James Potter staring down at her.

"Lily can you hear me?" he asked, panic clearly visible in his eyes.

"Yes," she mumbled, her tongue slipping over the word.

"Oh Thank God," he breathed, putting a hand on her forehead, "I thought something had happened."

"Something did happen!" she cried, trying to sit up.

"No, lie down," James told her, pushing her shoulders back down, "If you get up to quickly you'll faint again."

"No Potter, really, something happened!" she said again, for once following his requests and lying still, "There was a wolf… and something big and black… and a stag! And the wolf tried to kill me! I swear on my life, it did!"

James sighed heavily, and he turned his eyes away from her, not moving his hand from its place on her shoulder.

"You… you don't believe me do?" she muttered, an angry scowl on her face, "I knew it, nobody will."

"Oh no, I believe you all right," James said, looking back and catching her eyes, "It's just…"

"What?" Lily probed, afraid of his answer. James sighed again before replying.

"You're not supposed to know about it."

"Know about what?" James shut his eyes and took a couple of deep breaths before answering again.

"I'm not going to lie to you anymore Lily," he told her, "You're a smart girl and you'll work it out in the end. I've wanted to tell you for such a long time but Remus and Sirius wouldn't let me."

"What are you talking about?" Lily asked bewildered.

"It was Remus," James told her simply.

"What was Remus?"

"The werewolf."

Lily wasn't entirely sure what to say to this. She stared at him for what seemed like an eternity before saying weakly, "Remus… is… a werewolf?"

James nodded, rubbing his chin. The pair was in a pensieve for a minute, before Lily asked "Er… James?" He looked at her sharply; perhaps because he was afraid of what she would say, perhaps it was the shock of hearing Lily calling him by his Christian name. "Can I get up now?" she asked.

James snorted lightly, before grabbing her hand and pulling her to her feet. Lily stood still for a couple of seconds, regaining her balance and trying to shake away that dizzy nauseous feeling, not noticing that he hadn't actually let go of her hand.

"Come on," he said pulling her inside. He led her through the corridors to the rooms they shared as Head students, which were much closer than Gryffindor common room, and sat her down on the large, red velvet sofa in the centre. "You okay?" he asked, as Lily put a hand to her forehead and shut her eyes tightly.

"Yeah, I'm fine," she told him unconvincingly, "Its just shock, that's all." James nodded slowly, knowing she didn't want to admit she was feeling weak. Girls like her didn't want to depend on others, especially at low points, and he respected that, even if she didn't know it yet.

"You did better than Padfoot," he commented, "When he found out, he shoved his head down the toilet."

"Why?" Lily asked, strangely fascinated.

"God knows," James laughed, "You're asking me to fathom a mind I cannot begin to comprehend, but its probably for the same reason that he keeps a collection of butterbeer bottles on the roof."

"He keeps butterbeer bottles on the roof?"

"Yup. One Sunday in third year he 'borrowed' my broom, flew out the window and lined them up in the gutter on Gryffindor tower. He told us it was to measure how much rain there was, but hell will freeze over before he actually checks them again. Maybe he forgot about them…"

"What next?" Lily muttered dryly.

"Well, this morning he informed me of his plans to be the first ever Azkaban escapee, and to design a line of bobble hats for hippogriffs." Lily laughed, and James felt a rush of pride. Her laugh was beautiful, like tinkling bells. Her smile fell, replaced by a grimace, and she rubbed her temples sighing.

James pulled a Honeydukes chocolate bar from his pocket, broke a couple of chunks off, and handed to her.

"No, I can't," she said, shaking her head, "They'll make me sick."

"They won't," James assured her, "Just eat them, you'll feel a lot better for it."

"I'm on a diet," she lied, really not feeling like chocolate.

"No you're not."

"How do you know?"

"If you're on a diet, you're not the girl I thought you were."

Lily regarded him coolly with her piercing gaze, he certainly had a point, maybe he wasn't the boy, no, man, she thought he was. James looked up and caught her staring at him. He laughed and popped his last piece of chocolate into his smiling mouth, screwing up the empty wrapper. Lily smiled carefully back at him and ate a lump of her own, feeling better instantly.

There was a complacent silence between them as Lily ate her chocolate, in which James thought about his fellow Marauders, Remus in particular. He wondered how Moony would react when he found how close he'd coming to hurting somebody.

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