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Chapter 11 part 2:

James stood stunned, rubbing his hand through his hair, as he watched Lily's retreating form.

"I should go after her shouldn't I?" James asked, more to himself than anyone.

"Depends if you want to make it to the end of the day or not," Sirius responded, a look on his face, that James couldn't quite place at the moment.

"You have a point, but I need to know what the hell that was all about," James answered, making his way from the room.

"You're not the only one," he heard Sirius mutter as he walked through the doorway.

James, although wondering what Sirius was insinuating, was too focused on finding Lily and preparing for the verbal onslaught when he did, to satisfy that particular curiosity. He made his way to the Heads Room, a hunch telling him that was the most likely place he would find Lily.

As he made his way through the castle, he tried to get his head around the scene that had just played out before him. What were Snape and Lily fighting about? More pressing, why exactly where they fighting like that? What exactly was Snape going to do or has done that would affect Lily so much? Maybe he asked her out?

Is that all you think about? A voice spoke up in his head, one which reminded him forcefully of Remus.

"Well, it could be one explanation," he muttered to himself.

As he rounded the corner into the corridor heading to the Head's Room, he saw Lily standing with someone in the distance, it wasn't until he got closer that he realised who it was. He saw Lily nod her head sadly to the person talking to her, before the figure made their way towards James.

"Just don't push her Potter," Semasky said quietly as she made her way past him, back towards the direction of the Slytherin dungeons. Apart from that small statement, Olivia did not even appear to register James' presence.

Even more confused then he was a moment ago, James made his way into the Head's Room with a greater sense of trepidation than he expected.

When he entered through the doorway, he found Lily pacing up and down the rug that was placed in front of the fire, tiny flames causing Lily's hair to glint subtly. James stood and watched her for a moment, and noticed that the anger he had seen in her only moments before appeared to be ebbing away from her, replacing itself with a great sense of sadness and worry. And that made James even more intrigued by recent events, than he was before.

"If you're coming here to pick a fight James, you can just off now, I am not really in the mood, and I can't guarantee that you would make it out of this room in one piece," Lily spoke, as she continued to pace in front of the fire.

James was slightly taken aback at Lily's acknowledgement of his presence. He couldn't deny a part of him wanted to satisfy his temper slightly, but he was more interested in finding out what had placed Lily in such a mood. The last time he had seen her so emotional was when she told him about her parent's; He just hoped that these two events were not linked in anyway.

"Are you going to tell me what that was all about downstairs?" James asked, ignoring her initial comment. He walked towards where Lily was pacing and took a seat on one of the lounges.

Lily stopped her pacing and turned to look at James, she regarded him for a moment, before returning to her repetitive movements.

"Why James? Why do I need to explain that? It's not really any of your business," she said tiredly.

James watched her thoughtfully, "If something gets you this upset, than of course it is my business."

Lily turned to face him, and shook her head, "You don't own me James, therefore it isn't your business."

James clenched his jaw slightly, trying to calm his temper down, "I never claimed to own you Lily, but I thought we were friends, and as far as I know, friends worry about each other. I am worried about you."

James could hear Lily breathe deeply, and watched her move towards him, taking a seat next to him on the lounge. She sat there for a while, breathing slowly, and playing with her mum's ring, as James noticed, she often did when she was mulling something over.

"Sorry," she said, "I shouldn't have presumed."

"That's fine," James answered.

"But I am not apologising for what you said to Snape downstairs, you were a git," Lily said a bit more forcefully.

James was confused by that, and couldn't hold himself back from saying so. "I am a git. I walk in to stop you and Snape from tearing each other apart, and I am a git?"

Lily sighed, " You just didn't go about it the right way. The last thing I needed was for you to come in and insult Snape like you usually do."

James' face grew hot, "If I am not mistaken, you were the one that was throwing insults at Snape, I was just agreeing with you."

Lily turned her face towards James, "You're right, I was the one insulting Snape, but it's a completely different circumstance."

James watched Lily, as she struggled with her emotions. She looked tired, and upset, and the anger was still flickering in the back of her eyes, ready to jump to the surface if needed.

"Well maybe you could enlighten me on the different circumstances then?" James asked, trying to keep his annoyance from coming to far to the surface.

Lily shook her head, "I don't know if I can James, I don't think you would understand."

"Try me," James said firmly, "no matter what it is, I can promise you it won't change my opinion of you, and considering I have a fairly low opinion of Snape, I doubt anything you say will change that anyway."

Lily looked at him, and opened her mouth a few times, as if steeling herself to say what was eating at her. He could see the war that was going on in her eyes, and it did nothing to stem the curiosity he was feeling about this entire situation.

"You have to promise me, this stays between us James," Lily said slowly, "that no matter what I tell you, it stays between us?"

James let out a shuddering breath, "I don't know if I can make that promise Lily."

"Well then I don't know whether I can tell you then, and whether you are my friend like you claim."

James eyes narrowed slightly, before he composed himself. "Fine, I promise, but this better be good," he said finally leaning back into the lounge, watching Lily carefully.

Ok, so did that answer all your questions :evillaugh: