"Something Wicked This Way Comes." by Maroon Inkstains.

Summary;
Lily Evans has found out she is a witch, and ofcourse, goes to Hogwarts. Study hard, get straight A's – or O's, for that matter – and have Potter trailing you everywhere. Wait, that wasn't on the list. Year I to VII.

Disclaimer;
It's all mine – no, wait. I'm being delusional again. It's Rowling's, don't sue.

Pairings;
JPLE. Eventually. And perhaps more later on, no slash.

AN;
Chaosblazen; Here it is! Thank you. (:
leogirl45; Haha, you liked it?
madame-knight; Well, because both you and Chaosblazen wanted it, I will do it at the left. For now. Thank you for the review!


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Chapter; III
Up, Up, And Away.

Year I.

"James fancies you,"

Lily spat out her pumpkin juice, spraying it over toast Dorcas was about to eat. She quickly smiled apologically, before turning towards Marlene, who had sat down next to her.

"He what?"

Marlene shot her a quick grin, before reaching over to take the toast from Dorcas' hand, flicking it over towards Pettigrew, who didn't even notice as he was gulping down his own.

"He fancies you," She then repeated, "I heard him talking to Black about it."

Dorcas, who was buttering another toast, raised her brow. "And you just happened to overhear?"

Marlene smiled innocently, while Lily leaned back into her seat – before remembering she was sitting on a bench, and almost falling down. Potter fancies me? That would explain the fact he was almost everywhere where she was, staring at her with big, hazel eyes. And then run his hand through his hair, like it wasn't messy enough already. At first she had thought he was planning a prank on her, or wanted to annoy her by trailing her. Unfortunately, this was not the case. She grimaced, placing her head on the table while doing so, avoiding the butter.

"He can't fancy me!" She shouted to nobody, "You're lying, aren't you?"

She looked accusingly at Marlene, who shook her head while drinking some of her own pumpkin juice. Great, Lily thought. Just what I needed. A stupid boy liking me. Well, tough luck. She was only focusing on her studies; boys weren't on the agenda. And besides, she was too young. Education was her main priority now. That, and trying to stop Marlene from looking so smugly.

"Come on, Lily," Dorcas suddenly said, placing her chin in her hand while gazing at her timetable, "It's so obvious, I'm suprised you haven't noticed yet."

Lily snatched it away from her, mumbling 'be quiet', before her eyes trailed over the timetable. "What do we have after breakfast?"

Marlene pointed at 'Friday', before her finger landed on 'Flying lessons'. Lily froze. "F-flying l-lessons?" She stuttered, as her two friends nodded at her. "B-but, why?"

Marlene stared at her, Dorcas rose her eyebrow.

"I-" Lily paused, wondering if she should tell them, before deciding she should, "I'm afraid of heights."

They were both staring at her now, and Lily was starting to get a little uncomfortable by it. It wasn't her fault, really. When she had been about nine, she had climbed up in a tree because Petty had 'dared' her too. She had wanted to spew when seeing how far she had been from the ground, and had been too scared to get out. She had stayed there for two hours while Petunia had said she was getting her parents. Her father finally found her, and then, just when her father was about to get her out, she fell out. It had been quite painfully. She had promised herself never to climb into a tree again, or go in the air, for that matter.

"Oh, come on, Lils," Marlene finally said, "Flying is awesome. You'll love it!"

Lily wasn't so sure about that.

She was almost shaking when they had arrived at the grounds, and Dorcas shot her a worried glance. "You alright?" She asked, and Lily gave a quick nod. But she wasn't alright. Just by seeing a broom she wanted to run the other way. Her eyes quickly glanced at the ground, the old broom laying at her feet.

Madame Hooch, a woman with blonde hair and a stern face, was giving instructions on how to use a broom, and how you would be able to mount it, but Lily was not paying attention. Potter was standing right infront of her, looking like he always did – black, messy hair and with a grin on his face. She shot him a glare, or atleast she hoped it was, when he glanced over at her. Stop staring, stop staring, I don't like flying, don't want to fly, afraid of heights, stop staring-

"Now," Madame Hooch's booming voice pulled her out of her thoughts, "I will count to three, and then you will say 'Up'!"

Lily panicked, Up? Why up? Why didn't I pay attention? Why is Potter grinning like an idiot? "One!" No, no, no. "Two!" Oh my- "Three!"

She, along with all the other Gryffindor students and Slytherin ones, yelled; "Up!"

It was a disaster; Pettigrew's broom hit his head, wich made Lupin crash against Potter, whose broom had flown into his hand, and then against Black, who was also gripping his broom firmly. Lily briefly wondered how they did that – her broom had not moved an inch -before noticing out of the corner of her eye that Marlene's broom was also in her hand, and she was trying her best not to laugh at the four boys whom had fallen over.

It turned out, when everyone stood up again, that only Potter, Black and Marlene had managed to get their broom's up at the first try. Hooch told them to try again, and this time, both Lupin and Dorcas got their broom into their hands, and a few Slytherin's, too.

Lily was getting frustrated. Her broom had not moved an inch.

"Up!" She roared at it, narrowing her green eyes. "Lily, you don't have to shout-" Marlene tried saying, but Lily had gone into a furious rant on how her broomstick was broken. "This is unfair! I demand another broom! It's broken." She stomped her foot, a childlish impulse, before Potter suddenly moved forwards.

"Up." It was said calmly, and Lily saw her broom flying into Potter's hand. She gaped. "What- but-" How could he? How dared he? Lily slowly turned red, avoiding everyone's eye. She had made a fool out of herself. Potter had made a fool out of her, too.

Hooch shook her head calmly, "I want you lot to practice more. I need to talk with Professor McGonagall." She glared at the whole class, "If I see one of you flying, it will be a week detention for you!" And with that, she stalked back towards the castle, muttering.

Instead of practicing, everyone turned to eachother and started talking. "Give me back my broom, Potter." Lily said calmly, when seeing he had not yet released the wooden broomstick.

He shot her that annoying grin again, pretending to think. "No,"

He had thrown one leg over the broom, sitting on it. "Potter!" Lily seethed, "Give me back my broom, or I will tell Mada-" She didn't get any further than that, because Potter suddenly wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her on the broom, too. "Pot-"

And then he kicked off, soaring into the air as he did so.

Dorcas gasped, hands infront of her mouth, while Marlene took off running after him. "James!" She screamed, "She's afraid of-" Black quickly moved behind her and clamped her mouth shut, and the rest of her sentence came out muffled, while he dragged her over to where the other Gryffindors were.

Lily let out an ear-splitting scream.

"Damn," Potter called out, wincing as she clung to him, almost sobbing. "What's wrong with you?" She didn't answer, and he suddenly took something out of his pocket.

"What.. what are those?" Lily asked, eyeing the four objects. Potter shot her that grin again, and she temporaily forgot she was in the air. He suddenly dropped them, and she quickly glanced at the ground, seeing they were flying over the Slytherins.

It was then she realised she was up in the air once more.

Black winced as a scream filled the air once more. "Can't she just keep quiet?" He asked, while Marlene pounded her fist on his chest. "That's what I wanted to tell James! She's afraid of heights!"

Dorcas nodded, "We wanted her to go up slowly, so she could overcome her fear," she glanced into the air. "Wich will never happen now." A pause, as she squinted her eyes. "What are those things falling from the air?"

Splat. One of them had fallen on Snape's hair, and exploded. Splat, splat, splat. Three other Slytherin's were hit, and were covered. There was a sudden, horrible smell coming from them, and every Gryffindor instantly stepped back, looking quite green.

"Dungbombs," Marlene said, while grimacing and covering her nose. "Black, what's going on?" Black eyed Lupin, almost as if asking if he should tell her, while Lupin only shrugged.

"You planned this!" Dorcas realised, quickly looking into the air for James and Lily. "James only took Lily because he didn't want the Slytherin's to suspect anything!" A pause. "Damn, that's clever."

"Dorcas!"
"What?"

Black shrugged, grinning as he watched the sky. "That, and he likes her," he blinked. "Wich is sort of pathetic." Marlene hit him on the head, "Shut up and tell me where they are, Hooch is coming back!"

"Well, that's not my fault, what are you hitting me for?"

Dorcas rolled her ebony-brown eyes when they started quarreling again. "You two, look out for James and Lily. Pettigrew- uhm. You stay right there. Remus and I will try and distract Hooch."

Lupin blinked, "We will?"

Dorcas took his arm and dragged him along, "Yes, we will."

Lily, in the meantime, was still screaming her head off – it was just muffled because she was screaming in Potters' shirt, who was patting her on the back soothingly. "Relax, Evans," he told her. "I'm going down now,"

He suddenly saw Hooch, and quickly ran a free hand through his hair. He suddenly saw someone waving, and realised it was Marlene, while Black was signing for him to come down. Potter quickly glanced back at Hooch, Lily noticed, before seeing Hooch's back was on them, and Dorcas and Lupin were talking to her. He shot a reassuring smile at Lily, before flying down towards the ground – fast.

We're going to crash. Oh, dear god. I'm going to die-

"Lily, are you alright?"

Lily opened her eyes, seeing Marlene's almond ones looking back at her, concernly. Lily quickly moved her head away from Potter, and climbed off the broom with Marlene's help, as she stumbled a bit.

"I think I'm going to be sick," Lily whispered.

"What's the meaning of this!" Hooch was storming over, Lupin and Dorcas trailing her. "Potter, why are you on that broom?" She suddenly frowned, "What is that horrible stench?"

Black, Potter and Lupin eyed eachother. Pettigrew whistled innocently.

"It was Potter!" came a sudden roar, as Snape stormed over, pointing a finger at Potter while doing so. Everyone instantly backed away from the smell that was emitting from him. "He was up in the air and dropped Dungbombs on us!"

Hooch looked furious, "Potter, is this true?"

"No," Potter looked baffled; it wasn't him who had spoken, but Lily. She looked green, though. "Po- eh, James was talking to me. I don't feel so good, and he was trying to make me feel better." Potter looked even more baffled at this.

"It's not true! The mudblood is standing up for him!" Snape yelled, and Hooch looked at him. "Snape! Detention and ten housepoints for saying that horrible word! McKinnon, Meadows, please assist Evans to the Hospital Wing."

Lily glanced at Potter, who was looking at her with a thankful expression on his face. She only shot him a glare wich pointly said; You owe me. The only reason she helped him, she told herself, was that she had not wanted Hooch to take points away from Gryffindor. It was her house, too.

"Class dismissed!"