A/N: Harry Potter's world belongs to JK Rowling (lucky cow) but this story belongs to me, so ha!

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Chap7- Spitting green eyes

"That was bloody brilliant!" Sirius crowed slapping James on the back as they filed out of the class. James grinned smugly as Peter began reliving the whole moment again and again. Enthusing as to how clever James was.

Remus felt himself smiling grudgingly. But he had felt a twinge of sympathy for Snape as he was eventually caught by Professor North and the fire extinguished by a jet of water from the end of the Professor's wand.

Snape had stood there while everyone laughed, his trousers soaked and his black eyes flashing menacingly in James' direction, as Professor North demanded to know who had cast the fire. When no one owned up he told the whole class they had detention at lunch.

As Snape stalked out of the classroom to change his clothes, he shot James another hateful look and Remus had a feeling he knew exactly who was behind his humiliation.

"You think you're so funny, don't you!" A small red fire ball had plonked it self in their way. Pale skin, freckles and a cute button nose. She was as short as Peter but stood with her hands on her hips, glaring at James. Her bright green eyes spitting with anger.

"Sorry?" James asked grinning.

"Think you're so clever, making fun of people, breaking rules, humiliating people who've done nothing to you!" She snapped, glaring at him. Without another word she spun on her heel and stalked off.

"Who or what was that?" James asked staring after the little whirlwind as she retreated.

"Lily Evans." Remus said it was obvious no one else was going to speak; he recognised the girl. Sirius was standing watching after her with a highly amused look on his face. "She's in our house. I sat next to her after the sorting."

James continued to stare after her, an peculiar look on his face. "Come on." Sirius said finally chuckling, dragging James after him by his robe. "We'll be late for History of Magic. And we've got enough detentions for the week."

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James climbed in the portrait hole after Sirius. The day had started off so well. Remus back and a very amusing prank on a grease ball Slytherin. But after two detentions in one day and a public tongue lashing by a nutty red head all he felt like was bed.

"How was it?" Remus asked as they sat down next to him. He had, by the looks of it, just completed the History of Magic essay they'd be set that day…

"Boring. We got lines." Sirius muttered.

"Potter, finally." Came a loud voice behind him. James turned around and looked up, up and up. "I've been looking for you."

The boy was at least six foot three. He had a slim athletic appearance, his arms muscular; his legs looked like tree trunks. His face was pleasant enough, and James thought he would probably be considered good looking by some girls. It had none of the striking arrogance which followed Sirius.

He ran a large hand through his straw coloured hair, James stood up, partly because he felt like a bug being looked down on at such a great height, and partly because he knew exactly who he was talking to.

"Robinson." He nodded, trying not to show how surprised and nervous he was talking to the Christopher Robinson, Griffindor quiditch captain.

"Well, you're scrawnier than I would like." He looked James up and down, a frown on his face. "But I suppose you'll have to do." He nodded as if to himself. "You might have heard; Bockley one of our seekers has been injured. You know, everyday stuff. So we need a stand in for the game against Hufflepuff next week."

James could feel his jaw dropping. "What? Are you serious?" He gaped.

"Course I am." Robinson said frowning again. "Wouldn't joke about Quiditch. Anyway. I heard you last night when I you said you've been playing since you were six, and, to be quite on honest, we're desperate…" He trailed off, giving James another once over.

"Sure. Of course!" James beamed.

"Well, we'll schedule a practice sometime this week; see how you fly and how you fit in with the rest of the team."

"Ahh…" James said, his stomach which had been positively bouncing around with joy gave a frightening lurch. "Well, there might be a bit of problem…"

"How so."

"Well, you see. I, well, we have detention every night this week with McGonagal..."

Robinson's face settled into another frown. "I see. Well, let me see what I can do…" He nodded and started to walk, but quickly turned around. "Listen Potter, best we keep this between ourselves. Eh? Secret weapon and all that…"

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Sirius grinned. "Way to go mate!" He slapped James on the back, perhaps a little harder than was necessary…

He was happy for James who looked like he was about to be sick. He was. It was a good thing. But at the back of his head was the niggling uncomfortably honest voice which said; 'it should be you. You're the Black; you were born to be the best…'

But he shrugged that off and grinned as best he could. James looked like he was about to float up the stairs of the dormitory. He was talking Peter's ear off about how he was probably the youngest quiditch player in ages, and how he had played since he was six…

Remus had a strange expression, almost anxious. "Er, James. You do realise why you're covering for Bockley?"

James turned around, the grin on his face nearly stretched to both ears. "Yeah, he's ill or something…"

"No, he's, er not." Remus sighed. "Er he was cursed by some Slytherin, a knee reversing spell; he's had to St Mungo's. He's the forth player this year, and we're only in our third week..."

The grin on James' face faded a little, then he shrugged. "So? You heard Robinson, no one knows I'm a player…"

"They will when you start training with them." Sirius said, and then shrugged, he didn't really want to put a dampener on James delight. "Look, we'll just have to make sure they never get the chance."

Remus nodded. "Yeah. We'll have to stick by you. And no wandering around late at night."

"What?" Sirius asked aghast. "No, I meant we'll just get them first…" He grinned.