A/N: Well thank you to the few who were able to review the last chapter before I cranked this one out. We actually finish sixth year! Yay! So you know what that means…seventh year is coming up! Dun dun dun! So is the end of this fic. That's right, by tomorrow, or perhaps even very late tonight, we will have reached the end of the road. It's been fun guys. Thanks for all your support! I CAN'T WAIT 'TILL HBP!

POLL QUESTION: Who do YOU think the HBP is? My money's on Tonks cause I'm weird like that. But I've also thought Hagrid, and my friend is convinced it's Lupin. But enough about my crazy theories, I want to know what YOU think.

Disclaimer: It's not mine.

James took my advice and forgave Sirius. However, it took a few months for their relationship to return to its normal level. Remus was faster to forgive Sirius than James, perhaps because he simply wanted things to return to normal.

But things would never be the same again.

The revelation about Remus caused my group of friends and the Marauders to join forces. Dorcas and Hestia were informed of Remus' secret, and we were all told of the many precautions Dumbledore took to ensure the safety of Hogwarts students during the full moon.

It would have been strange to the outside observer. Suddenly pranks from the Marauders were kept to a minimum, Sirius and James could barely make eye contact without baring their teeth at each other, Dorcas Meadowes, Hestia Jones, Marlene McKinnon, and Lily Evans were voluntarily spending time with Remus Lupin, Peter Pettigrew, Sirius Black, and James Potter, and James stopped asking me out.

That's right. Ever since I forgave him James didn't even allude to having more than platonic feelings towards me. I won't lie and say I missed it, but it was just…odd. Did he really give up on me so easily?

Oh well. Like I said, I don't care.

That's why I said yes when Ryan Hopkins, a Ravenclaw Prefect in our year, asked me to Hogsmeade.

"Lily?" James asked me at lunch the next day. "Why is the Ravenclaw Keeper staring at you?"

"What?" I said bemused, looking up from my Transfiguration homework. "Who's that?"

"Its what's-his-name, the guy I score about fifteen goals against every time we play them." James said, trying hard to connect face with name.

"I believe Prongs is talking about Ryan." Remus said simply, not looking up from his Arithmancy book.

"Oh. Is he really staring at me?" I asked blushing slightly. "Don't look now!" I added urgently, a split-second after Dorcas' Marlene's and Hestia's heads whirled around to stare at the Ravenclaw table.

"Yes." They said at once, and began giggling.

"Why are you ok with Ryan Rubbish-at-Quidditch Hopkins staring at you?" James said, tensing up.

"Maybe because they're going to Hogsmeade together." Marlene said wickedly. "And if you ask me, by the end of that trip Ryan will have done a lot more than just stare."

"Marlene!" I hissed. "Shut up! We're only going as friends!"

"Lily." Sirius cut in. "How many girls have I gone to Hogsmeade with 'just as friends'?"

"I don't know Sirius." I replied dryly. "I don't keep tabs on your sordid affairs."

"What does sordid mean?" Sirius asked, taken aback.

"Demonstrating the worst aspects of human nature, for example, immorality, selfishness, and greed." Remus supplied in a bored tone.

"You are hopeless Moony." Sirius said gravely, shaking his head. "Moving on however, how many of those 'just friends' girls did I end up not snogging James?"

"None." James completed, shooting daggers at Ryan, who was suddenly very interested in his lunch.

"Exactly." Sirius finished with relish. "Meaning…wait, I knew I had a point."

"Meaning you think Lily and Ryan will become more than just friends on this visit to Hogsmeade." Hestia offered.

"That sounds about right." Sirius said, mouth full of food.

"But Lily doesn't want that, right Lily?" James asked, turning to me.

"I don't know." I said thoughtfully, smiling at Ryan. "I mean he certainly is smart."

"I'm smarter." James said indignantly.

"Good at quidditch."

"I'm better."

"Handsome."

"Lily, if you honestly think anyone can compete with my good looks you're mental."

"I'll have to object on that one Prongs my friend." Sirius interrupted. "I mean, look at me."

James rolled his eyes at Sirius. "Lily, we're playing them in quidditch tomorrow. Watch the game, and then tell me if you honestly think he's a good quidditch player."

"I don't care if he's a good quidditch player!" I said in frustration. "He's a nice person I'd like to get to know better! That's all!"

"You're not going to make it your game plan to hit bludgers at him continually, are you?" Marlene asked James nervously.

"That's not a bad idea." James said slowly, beginning to trace diagrams on his napkin. "If we used that attacking formation, and then Shacklebolt came through and…" He mumbled to himself.

"No." I said sharply, pointing my wand at him. "Don't you dare hurt him James."

He looked at my wand warily. "Lily, you don't want to do that."

"I could. I have better jinxes than you do James and you know it." I said.

"And I have better hexes than you Lily." James said simply, then added, "And better hexes and jinxes than Hopkins."

"His name is Ryan." I said threateningly.

"He's hopeless." James said emphatically. "I beat him in everything! Merlin, Peter could probably Keep better than him!"

"Oh, are you talking about Slytherin's Keeper?" A deep voice came from behind me.

James and I booth spun around to face Ryan smiling at me.

James snarled. "No, actually we were talking about—"

"Hi Ryan." I said, grinning.

"Hey." He replied. "Well I have to go to Ancient Runes. I just stopped by to say hi."

"That was very nice of you." I said, and Ryan's cheeks turned a light pink.

"Yes. You're quite the saint." James said bitterly. "Bye then."

On Saturday James zealously scored no less than twenty-one goals on Ryan, who was hit with Bludgers thirty-seven times.

While the rest of Gryffindor was celebrating winning the Quidditch Cup for the fourth year in a row I visited Ryan in the Hospital Wing. He told me weakly that he just didn't things were working out between us.

It's needless to say that after that display of James' protective streak males avoided me like the plague.

Surprisingly it didn't bother me that much. Of course I minded, but I didn't feel the need to castrate James. In fact, there were some incidents when I found it…dare I say, endearing.

That was unexpected.

The end of term came too quickly. Soon it was our last day of sixth year and finally there was something that seemed familiar. For the third time I was roused by uncontrollable laughter. Shuffling blearily over to the window I saw why.

WE'RE BACK!

EVANS, EVANS, EVANS, LILY EVANS.

GO OUT WITH ME PLEASE

IT'S NOT LIKE I'M GOING BALD

OR INFESTED WITH FLEAS

MY LIFE COULD DO WITH FILLING WITH SOME INTERESTING STUFF

WITHOUT YOU IT'S BARE AND FULL OF AIR

DEAD FLIES AND BITS OF FLUFF

SO JUST SAY YES ALREADY

BECAUSE I LIKE YOU A LOT

I'VE DONE MY BEST

YOU DO THE REST

AND REALIZE THE GREAT THING YOU'VE GOT!

WELL EVANS, I HAVE TO SAY MY WORK SPEAKS FOR ITSELF.

-JAMES

WHY DO I CONTINUE TO GO ALONG WITH THESE HALF-WITTED PROCLAMATIONS? WHY? BEFORE YOU'RE SWEPT AWAY AT THE FACT PRONGS COULD ACTUALLY RHYME WORDS I MUST POINT OUT THAT IT'S A BLATANT RIP-OFF OF THE SCHOOL SONG. YOU KNOW THAT ONE DUMBLEDORE MADE US SING AT THE WELCOME FEAST IN FIRST YEAR AND WE NEVER HEARD AGAIN? YEAH, PRONGS JUST SWITCHED AROUND THE WORDS SOME. PATHETIC REALLY. HE CAN'T EVEN MAKE UP HIS OWN POEMS LIKE ME:

ROSES ARE RED.

VIOLETS ARE BLUE.

PRONGS LIKES YOU.

AND HE SMELLS LIKE POO.

-SIRIUS

I rolled my eyes. "Sorry James!" I cried and shut the window.

A/N: My chapters have gotten really short recently. Oh well. Drop a review saying something about the chapter and/or who you think the HBP is. I really want to know what y'all think. Pleeeeeeeease? Thanks! And above all, thank you for reading!