A/N: Uhm this chapter's not the greatest but thanks to those of you who've stuck with the story this far :) Seeing as how it has only been two days, I'm kinda laughing at myself.
Disclaimer I do not own Harry Potter
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When Sirius and James had left, Lily realized that her appetite when with them.
Once again, she had ended up not only conversing with Potter, but also FLIRTING with him.
With a solemn sigh, she collapsed on the couch, using the invisibility cloak as a blanket.
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A flustered first year sat upon the stool as some lady placed some hat on her head.
"Oh difficult," it whispered in her ear. "There is wit, an intelligence beyond that of normal capabilities, and a definite thirst for acceptance."
An 11-year-old Lily Evans closed her eyes tightly. The Sorting Hat just described the qualities of a Ravenclaw, but she so badly wanted to be in Gryffindor.
And when the Sorting Hat shouted an echo of her wishes, when a cheer went up from the table with a gold and red banner, Lily looked at the sea of first years behind her, noticing only one.
HE had unkempt black hair and thick black glasses. But neither of those were the reason why she had noticed him.
It was because…
Because…
What was that growling noise?
Because…
Who screamed werewolf?
Because…
The boy with the unkempt hair, why is he screaming? What is that wolf doing to him? What was happening…
An 11-year-old Lily Evans screamed as she watched the boy get attacked by a werewolf while a 14-year-old Lily Evans screamed the first thing that came to her mind.
"JAMES!"
The common room, much to Lily's dismay, was filled with students, some of which screamed at her sudden appearance.
Lily was breathing heavily, feeling the piercing glares of all eyes on her. With a sheepish look about her, she grabbed the cloak and dashed upstairs, just fast enough to catch one girl saying, "I always knew that girl was weird."
As if any more surprises were needed. The moment Lily closed her dormitory door, it opened again and James Potter stepped inside.
"Lily?" he asked worriedly.
That, though it was not meant to be funny, made Lily laugh.
"You called me Lily," she said when he gave her a questioning stare. "You haven't called me that since…first year."
"Why did you scream my name?" he softly asked, as if afraid she would have a breakdown any second.
"Oh bug off Potter," she groaned. "It was just a dream. I'm all right and you don't have to act so…so…caring."
James dropped the sweet act. "Whatever you say Evans. But I demand an explanation."
"I just had a dream that you were being attacked by a werewolf. Now, I take pleasure in solitude. Please LEAVE."
James' face had gone pale, but before he left, he said, "That's a lie Lily Evans. No one takes pleasure in solitude, not even you."
The door slammed after him.
Lily collapsed on the bed, still clutching the invisibility cloak.
Potter could deal without it for another day or so. She needed it more than he did at the moment.
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December 18, December 19, and December 20 were all full moon days.
Had Lily cared at all during the previous months of that year, she would have realized all the Marauders disappeared during the full moon nights.
And James' facial expression when she told him about her dream nearly screamed that there was something going on, and she wanted to know what it was.
She wasn't going to let it slip away.
On the night of the 19th, Lily waited by the portrait hole. As midnight rolled around, three of the Marauders snuck downstairs.
Sirius smacked the back of James' head. "You lent your cloak to EVANS?" he muttered. Lily couldn't help smiling. James chose not to respond to Sirius' comment. "James, you're Achilles Heel, I've finally figured it out."
"And what would that be?" James grumbled.
"Lily Evans," Sirius smirked.
"Sirius you bloody prat," James laughed. "Evans hates me, remember?"
"That doesn't stop you from caring about her."
James rolled his eyes.
"Well why else were you BEGGING her to kiss you?" Sirius began to mimic James (quite well actually.) "Oh Lily KISS ME! Oh Lily I'm not THAT repulsive! I take a bath every couple years! Oh Lily this and Lily that!"
James smacked Sirius upside the head. "I'm going to murder you one of these days," he threatened.
"Is that a promise or a threat?" Sirius laughed.
Lily listened intently to their entire conversation, secretly laughing at their immaturity. She followed them all the way to the Whomping Willow, a vicious tree that attacked anything that moved.
For a brief second, Lily wondered what she was doing, following three of the school's greatest troublemakers into a tree that could literally beat her to a pulp.
But that second passed when Peter disappeared and the tree stopped flailing it's branches.
Curiosity overtook her usual common sense.
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James thought he heard a fourth person climb into the hole behind them, but saw no one there. He shrugged it off and kept walking behind Sirius and Peter.
Yet he couldn't shake off that feeling of someone behind him, breathing down his neck. And he DID catch the familiar scent of lilies.
"LILY!" James said suddenly, turning around, just as a growling erupted from the room they had just entered. "Lily I know you're in here! Get out! QUICK BEFORE…"
Sirius suddenly yelled at James to watch out, transforming into a large black dog at the same time.
Lily screamed in horror as a werewolf lunged at James.
The werewolf heard her scream and charged at her instead, using it's sense of smell to find her.
Sirius then attacked the werewolf from the side.
Through all the confusion, a large stag emerged from where James had been merely moments before.
Lily didn't want to leave, sensing the danger the Marauders were all in.
She groped for her wand in her robes pocket, only to find that it was not there.
That was her cue to run.
When Lily reached the empty Gryffindor common room, she threw the cloak onto the floor and immediately began swearing at herself.
"LILY WHY ARE YOU SO BLOODY STUPID?" she shrieked quietly, smacking her head repeatedly and then collapsing on the couch.
The only thing she could think about was that werewolf lunging at Potter.
He could have died, and it would have been HER fault, all her fault.
Her body ached for sleep. She was sweaty, panting heavily, and on the brink of passing out. But she knew that she would not be able to sleep.
And to add the topping to a perfect "Sunday" she had lost her wand.
How could she have been so BLIND? A full moon, as well as a dream of a werewolf that rattled Potter, and not much could rattle him that way.
She began smacking her head angrily again, but a strong pair of hands grabbed them and pulled them down.
James looked as if he'd been through hell and back. He had large gashes that were bleeding heavily, with dirt smudged everywhere mixed with sweat.
If someone had walked in right at that moment, his first impression would be of a knight completely finished with a perilous mission and now claiming his princess.
It just so happens that Sirius walked in right at that moment. And it also just so happened that he was nice enough to point it out, ruining the image altogether.
"Lily, are you alright?" Sirius asked. Lily could only nod.
There was a long silence where James realized he was still holding Lily's hands.
"You two," she suddenly muttered, "are INSANE! Does the Ministry of Magic know that you are animagi? And just WHAT do you think you're doing following a werewolf around?"
James jumped up suddenly.
"Is he alone?" he blurted.
"Peter's keeping an eye on him," Sirius replied.
Lily grew even angrier at the fact that her fury was being ignored.
"WHAT is this werewolf? Your pet or something?" she yelled.
James looked at her. "No," he said, "but he IS our best friend."