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A/N: I think this will be my longest A/N yet! First of all, I'd like to address the response to last chapter. I got some surprised reviews, some polite-but-inquiring reviews, and some really rude, "that's not cannon!" reviews. I appreciate all your concerns about James being head boy, and my "accidental" mistake. But let's remember, this is not your story, and it's not J.K. Rowling's story either. So I can very well do whatever I want with it and what happens, happens! Besides…this story is far from over, and I have a lot in store for you. Why so little faith?

Also, sorry for a little wait on this next chapter. I was a little distracted with other things, and with that third Harry Potter movie out, I could hardly concentrate. That movie was, in my opinion of course, a bit disappointing. I guess it wasn't so bad though. Now, onwards to the actual story!

The Wind Through My Hair

Lily had never really liked Severus Snape. He was, to put it mildly, a little prejudiced, sexist, and not really pleasant to look it. Lily was not usually one to judge on looks, but there was something in the way Snape appeared; like he knew something you couldn't possibly even fathom, or that he was actually very dangerous. Perhaps it was the hair? Or maybe the hard look in his eyes…heck, the effect he had on Lily may have been attributed to that stupid cloak of his that billowed everywhere he went. Whatever it was, she did not like him.

Several times in her life, she had felt rather guilty for judging him like that when she hardly even knew him. Every time James and his friends had subjected him to some sort of humiliation, she tried to help him. He only proved to be too proud to receive help from a girl, or, as he would say, a mudblood. So, Lily had come to the conclusion that he was, as she had assumed, not worth her time as a friend. He wasn't exactly an enemy either, but it didn't change the fact that he annoyed her immensely.

Lily ended up patrolling the train separate from Snape—she could not just walk around with him the whole time without previous warning. She had been so flustered, and caught up in her thoughts; she had not noticed that every time she opened a compartment with people she knew, they were acting very odd. She opened a compartment and found James, Sirius, Remus, and Peter sitting, conversing, and playing games to pass the time.

"Hello," Lily said, walking in, flopping down in a seat exhaustedly, and looking at them all miserably.

"Oy," said Sirius, offhandedly, as he was concentrating on a game of wizard's chess with Remus.

"Hello, Lily," Remus said politely, and glanced up. He at least had the courtesy to do that much before he resumed his game with Sirius; well, I suppose he could've spared her that much as it was not his turn, but Sirius's, and he seemed to be winning anyways. "Hah, come on, Padfoot, you know you've lost. I'm finally winning against you, and you are just in denial. Come on, just admit defeat!"

"Oh, put a sock in it, you eejit. I'm trying to think," Sirius said.

"Hey Lils!" James said, looking up from his quidditch magazine.

"Don't call me Lils," Lily muttered, almost inaudibly, instead of voicing her annoyance at being called "Lils," like usual. 

"Hello, Lily. S'matter? You look down," said Peter sympathetically.

"Oh, nothing," Lily sighed dramatically, and shrugged her shoulders.

"Well, okay then," Peter said, smiling and turning back to eating his cauldron cakes and reading, content with Lily's word.

"Phew, I'm glad you're not upset or anything. For a minute, I thought you were going to kill yourself or something," James said, oblivious to that fact that Lily was indeed upset.

Lily sighed exaggeratedly again, and rolled her eyes. "Nope, nothing's wrong," hoping they would catch what she meant.

"Right, will you stop with that heavy breathing, Lily? I'm trying to think," muttered Sirius.

"It's not heavy breathing! It's called sighing, and there is something wrong, and you would've noticed if you all weren't totally clueless!" Lily said, irritably. They were such blockheads, sometimes.

"Oh, What's wrong then? You should've just said so the very first time Peter asked," James said, rolling is eyes. Lily rolled her eyes in turn, and looked at the ground, muttering something that was not distinguishable.

"Sorry, Lily, didn't catch that," said Peter.

"I said Snape is head boy." For a moment, everything stopped. Perhaps even hearts stopped beating. Sirius looked up from his game with what you might call a look of disgust. Remus simply had his eyebrows raised, Peter looked frightened, and James…well, James did not look happy. His eyes were popping out and he was steadily turning red.

"Er, mate, you might want to breath. You're turning purple," Sirius said, looking at his friend. The spell was broken, and James realized he wasn't getting any oxygen intake. He inhaled and sputtered, shaking his head, then running his hand through his hair out of habit.

"That…that bloody evil incarnate of You-Know-Who is HEAD BOY? Lily, this is totally…completely…  he's dangerous! What in the bloody name of Jesus was Dumbledore thinking? You've got to be joking with me! If anyone deserves to be Head Boy, it Remus, not that greasy git!" James might have gone on forever, but Remus interjected cautiously.

"James, it's really no big deal, I don't care that I didn't get Head Boy. Besides, no one really knows if Snape is a Deatheater or not, and he's got terrific grades and really impeccable behavior," he reasoned.

"Yeah, because he's a total teacher suck-up," Sirius added, unnecessarily. "Personally, I'm glad Remmy didn't get to be big scary Head Boy."

The compartment door slid open, and there Snape stood, an awful smirk on his face. "Ah, there you are Evans. I thought you'd left your Head Girl duties to rot. It would have been a shame to think you were so irresponsible…"

"Shut up Snivellus," Peter squeaked. Snape rolled his eyes lazily.

"Really, why do you keep such company, Evans? The dork, the Quidditch star wanna-be, the sickly boy, and the poor excuse for a pureblood," he looked at Sirius after giving him his own title. The poor excuse for a pureblood. "Honestly, Black, your parents must be so ashamed to have raised such a disappointment," Snape said, glaring contemptuously at Sirius.

"You leave my family out of this," Sirius growling, dog-like.

"Ah, must be gentle with the subject, haven't we? You must be ashamed of yourself as well. I know I would. If I were Deatheater parents like yours, I would be most grieved that my own son turned against me. Talked to them recently, you know. In fact, our families communicate quite often…said just the other day…ah, I can't really reveal. You understand, don't you?" Snape had picked up a sugar-coated tone to his voice, as if they were conversing pleasantly. Sirius seemed to be shaking with anger, and did not look very handsome at that moment.

"You have gone too far, Snape. Too far. I suggest you leave right now." Sirius said, his voice extrememly low, though perfectly audible. "NOW!" Sirius bellowed, having whipped out his wand in one fluid motion and pointed it straight at Snape. James, Peter, and Remus had seen it coming a mile away and had jumped up the moment they saw his arm move. James and Peter now had a wary hand on each shoulder.

Snape looked Sirius up and down before turned to leave. "Don't be late for the Heads and Prefects meeting tonight, Evans," he spat.

Sirius collapsed back into his seat and folded his arms. He looked furious, to say the least, and frankly, a little scary. "Don't worry about him, Sirius. He's just a git," Peter said.

"Yeah, he went way too far, talking about your family like that. I would be furious too," Lily said.

"You think I'm mad about him talking about my family?" Sirius turned to look at them, unable to believe his ears. He laughed hollowly. "He can talk about them all he wants. It's talking to them that makes me angry." He was met by blank stares. "Don't you see? Our families communicate quite often," Sirius said, imitating Snape with a girly, high-pitched voice. "Mum's obviously trying to do something about me, and I'm sure Snivellus offered graciously. Spying on me, I'm sure. Mum'll be glad to hear I'm not doing well away from home or something," Sirius sounded very bitter now. "Snivellus has really got it coming to him now. He wants secrets? I'll give him secrets," Sirius said, looking moody and dark now. Everyone else was unconcerned—Sirius was off on one of his revenge stories again, and people tended to ignore him when he did this. His friends did anyways. Lily was not accustomed to them, and was listening to him with curiosity. Secrets? What secrets could he possibly have? Sirius propped his head up with his arm and stared out the window, thinking hard. He sat like that a very long time before his eyes lit up and he turned back to Remus. He had an eerie smile playing about his face.

"Queen to E7," Sirius said.

"What? Ah, no! Sirius! I didn't know you were still interested in playing! Ugh, look at what you've done," Remus muttered, looking at the game in disdain. It looked like Remus was not winning anymore. "Curse you!"

"You should know by now, dear friend, that I never lose."

xxx

Lily met up with her friends outside of the train. She couldn't help but over hear several people already gossiping wildly as she passed by. School hasn't even started, and people are already talking about things. How totally immature! Lily thought. She saw Diana and Sarah motioning for Lily to come over as they stood by a carriage, trying to save it for them.

"Hey, girls," Lily said, smiling. It was good to be back at school again.

"Hey Lily. Samantha and her friends saved us some room in their carriage," said Sarah, climbing in and sitting down next to Violet. Samantha was sitting next to her boyfriend, Sidharth Patil.

"Honestly, Sam, I don't understand why you always drag me off to hang out with your little girlfriends! I just wanted to go with my friends, is that so much to ask for?"

The carriage began trotting along, and Samantha total Sid to shut up. She turned to look at Lily and gave her a saccharine smile. "So, Lily, how was your summer?"

"Mine? Oh, alright I suppose," she said. She was not going to answer any other way—how would one respond to "Oh it was absolutely horrible," or "Well, I did spend my summer at someone's house, who, before now was almost a complete stranger!" No, that story would be saved for Diana and Sarah only.

"I heard you spent the whole summer at James Potter's house," Samantha said.

Well, never mind about telling only Diana and Sarah. Looks like Sam already knew. "Er, yeah. My sister and I got into a row. I sort of left, and it was just a bit of coincidence that I met James along the way."

Samantha giggled. "You don't have to act like nothing's going on, Lily! I totally understand. I mean, you spent like, forever in the same house with James Potter, and I can tell you fancy him—"

"What!? What is this rubbish? I do not fancy James Potter! He's just a friend," Lily huffed.

"Are you saying that you stayed the summer at James's house? Bloody Hell, there must have been a lot of shagging!" Sid said, smirking.

"W-what?! No, I did not…shag James!" Lily sputtered.

"Right, Lily. You know, I heard it Sam, who heard it from Wendy, who heard it from Leigh, who heard it from Janice, who heard it from Sona, who says she heard from you. So, it must be accurate," said Violet.

"Yeah, and my sister does not get her facts wrong," said Sid, defensively. "Wow, I can't believe you're not a virgin, Lily…what a shocker!"

"I...I am too a virgin!"

Sarah and Diana were smirking profoundly, and seemed to be enjoying watching Lily struggle for words. "Please, don't tell me the entire school knows that I stayed at James's place, and they think I shagged him?" Lily moaned.

"Well, Lils, I'll be glad to inform you that not everyone thinks you shagged James. That was just Sid's mind jumping to dirty thoughts," Sarah said.

"But everyone does know you stayed with him…and I reckon they assume you fancy him. Go dig you grave now, I think," said Diana.

"Ugh."

xxx

Sirius stepped out of the carriage, and pulled James along with him. He walked up faster, and got in front of Snape by walking around him, through groups of people. "Sirius, let go of my arm. You know, you're acting odd tonight," he said.

"Right…you know what's happening in three weeks, don't you?" Sirius said, louder than the whisper he was usually supposed to use. "The moon, right?"

"Shut up, Sirius! Mother of pearl…" James said, looking like he was going to have a stroke.

"Yeah…at the Whomping Willow, we're meeting at 12, right?" Sirius said, keeping his tone the same: Low, but loud enough to hear.

"Yes, as always, now will you shut up!" James hissed, blazing.

"All right, no problem," Sirius said, smirking. He glanced quickly behind him, and was satisfied to see that Snape was looking intently at the ground, a slightly tilted ear, and obviously eavesdropping.

A/N: Look, another another's note! Okay, well, plenty of wheels have been sent into motion in this chapter. What an eventful year this will be. I hope you enjoy it. Review, Review, REVIEW!