Meh, I change my mind too much.. ANYWAYS, thanks for the reviews and name suggestions. I decided to use a name, but not for the character I had in mind.

The Secret Life of James Potter.

AkiTenshi: What was your PS? It didn't go through.. Of course Sirius and James are hormonal. They're teenagers! XD You can try keeping Caliban off Remus, but your efforts will be futile! BWAHAHHA!

Lils-X: Thanks for your support!! I appreciate it! :) I'll keep updating, not to worry. Thanks for sticking around.

Someone: Thanks. I do try to keep everyone in character; it makes everything so much easier. No one wants to read a story with the same type of characters everywhere. It would have no substance! Writing in character does take some time getting used to; you have to put yourself in the mind of the character you're writing about, which can totally change your aspects on people in general. ACK! I should save all this wonderful explanation for an English essay!! -sobs in a corner-

Blink182rox: okay, I updated. Thanks for the suggestions and please keep reading. :)

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The Not-so-secret Life of Lily Evans

Special chapter 12: The Secret Life of James Potter.

James Potter was a lanky boy for his tender age of 12, lopping off as the tallest boy in his class. The school year had just begun, making James a second year, but he was already walking around as if he owned the place. Which didn't make the upperclassmen so happy, but James didn't care. He had three prankster friends, and they recently came up with a name for themselves: The Marauders. But no one knew them. Yet. And they didn't even have cool codenames, like Raiden or Solid Snake. And they didn't play too much video games like the crazed author, because Atari was the hit new thing among Muggle middle-aged men at this time period.

"Look, James, it's that geeky little Muggle-born again!" his best friend Sirius whispered, pointing at a girl leaving the library with a stack of books too big for her.

James watched her out of the corner of his eye as he and Sirius passed her. She was a scrawny little red-haired Gryffindor girl.. what was her name? Evans.. something Evans. Well, Evans was the Marauders's new target!

The two turned to watch her shuffle along the stony floors, headed toward the Gryffindor Tower, and when she was a good distance away, James and Sirius shot some of those new Fillisbusters' fireworks at her back. They watched with satisfaction as books and pages tumbled through the air, and then ran off before she could catch them.

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One day, on a fair spring afternoon, James had successfully snuck into the girl's bathroom. The old broomstick always came in handy. He found his destination to be a little disappointing, but put that aside and stepped around the scary sinks to find a little red-head crying her eyes out in the farthest corner, sitting with her arms upon her knees and her face buried in her arms. Skulking, he tiptoed over to where she sat and then sat down right in front of her. Lily didn't notice he was there until he tapped her on her exposed head.

"Y-you!" she hastily rubbed her eyes dry with her robe sleeve.

James smiled. She was trying to hide the fact she was bawling in the most abandoned bathroom in Hogwarts, and failing miserably. Oh, he loved futile efforts. So satisfying.

"G-get out. This is a girl's b-bathroom," she said stubbornly.

"Why are you crying?" James grinned slyly.

"I-I'm not crying," Lily lied, her breath shaky.

"You're a horrible liar, Evans."

"And you're a horrible person, P-Potter."

"Me? I just hexed old Snivellus 5 times over for what he said."

Lily narrowed her eyes, resting her chin upon her arms. "Why?"

"Because we Gryffindors have to stick together!" James said grandly. That's right. No one insulted a Gryffindor and got away with it. No one except for the Marauders, that is.

"Don't include me among prats like you!"

"Well, it wasn't my choice to be stuck in the same House, either. But you're not too bad for a Muggle-born."

"Was that a compliment?" Lily asked acidly.

James shrugged. "Depends on how you interpret it. Did you know you're extremely scrawny? You should get out more; build some muscle."

"… I'll get some exercise by punching you in the face."

"Really? Go on," James said, offering her a cheek. "I bet it wouldn't hurt anyway."

"… I hate you," Lily mumbled crossly, her face buried into her arms again. For a geek, she was so amusing when she was angry, James noted.

"You know, I don't take to haters very well," James shook his head.

"Lay off, Potter! I don't need you harassing me on top of everything else you've done to me! Why won't you leave me alone, for once?!" Lily yelled, her voice echoing off the tiled walls.

"Because you're so fun to annoy," James said. Wasn't that obvious? "And I've got a lot of material to work with: you wear glasses the size of Ireland, your skin is as pale as a ghost, you're so gaunt that your bones stick out in every direction, your hair makes your head look as if you stuck it in a fire, you're stubborn as a mule, you're a complete nerd... must I go on?"

"I HATE YOU!!!"

James nimbly dodged a hex. Lily is ever-so-touchy, he thought.

So James on that day, made a vow to himself:

Aggravate Lily Evans for as long as he lived.

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It WAS loads of fun, actually. And James had missed the fun over the long summer break before fourth year started.

But it was worth the wait.

"Evans! My favorite target!" James greeted a snappy Lily Evans as she boarded the Hogwarts Express. "You gained weight, I see. Makes for bigger target area, I suppose?"

Lily said nothing, trying not to look at him. James knew she was hiding something..

"Evans? Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeevaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaanns?" he sang, tapping her on the head sharply.

"Ouch! Stop it!!"

"What's that? No, in your--- are those BRACES, Evans?" James beamed. Oh ho ho! This year was definitely going to be good. "Hey, tin grin, I bet all that metal is worth a fortune on the Black Market.."

A good year indeed, James thought.

"… call me 'Metal-mouth' one more time, and I swear-----!!"

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Let's say James had a dream one night. Halloween from two months ago, to be exact. And in this dream, he had the form of a majestic stag, walking about on the lush, yet abandoned lawns of Hogwarts… Er.. Mostly abandoned.

A lone figure crouched upon the ground, fumbling and muttering as if searching for a missing object. James crept closer, curious, his hooves failing to make sounds upon the moist grass.

He heard it utter two syllables; although "it" sounded more like a despairing girl than anything else.. She grabbed a now-lit stick off the ground: her wand.

The moon came out from behind the clouds as she stood up slowly, bathing her form in blue light. She saw him, and held her wand up, startled. But then her eyes adjusted to the light, and she lowered her wand again. James was no threat.

James smelt something on the air: it was her. He stepped closer to the source of the intoxicating fragrance.. he knew that smell. Parts of the Forbidden Forest were bathed in it. The soft essence of forest magnolia, coming from the shampoo of her long auburn hair.

He had never realized how bright her eyes were; she regarded him in trepidation as he, unknowingly, stepped closer and closer to her and that wonderful smell.

She reached out and touched his nose with her soft, yet cold hands, however her face flushed with warmth. They touched for a still moment before he raptly stepped even nearer, past her cloaked arm. The girl shivered slightly as he brushed those rosy cheeks with his own. He couldn't hold her; James was a stag. He had no arms.

A howl rang through the cold air.

What had James been doing? He jumped back, turning towards the source. He shouldn't have been here.

Hesitantly, he turned back towards the girl. Her school robes clung to her cold figure, curved from the years since he had known her, and her long red hair glimmered fiercely in the moonlight, whisked about by the night breeze. Despite the grim task ahead of him, James smiled inwardly as he ran off towards the howl.

Geeky little Lily Evans, of all people?

"Love at First Sight" was a lie.

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Ahhh.. of all times to have flashbacks, James thought bitterly. Funny how people change, though, he added quietly.

Brilliant. Now he was speaking to himself!

James diverted his attention on trying not to slip on the ice as they all walked back to Hogwarts from their Hogsmeade expedition. Wormtail had been chosen as the reluctant volunteer to carry all the baggage, but Moony, being the sap he usually was, decided to help him out a bit.

All the while, Lily blew on her hands to keep them from freezing.

"All right there, Evans?" James asked, rumpling his hair for good measure.

"My hands are turning to icicles," she replied, rubbing them together fiercely.

"Keep that up and you'll start a fire!" James laughed. He dug into his pockets. "I think I have some spare gloves in here some--- Ah! I left them in my other cloak. Sorry." Yeah, like they actually came in USEFUL for hiding fingerprints? NO! No one but an unbalanced Muggle uses fingerprinting methods for evidence.. Sirius and his hare-brained schemes, he cursed.

"It's alright. It's not that long of a walk, anyway.."

Well, yeah, cause we're not using that hidden passage directly to Hogwarts, James thought.

"Besides, my hands are always cold anyway."

James laughed. "How unfortunate... My hands are normal."

"Yeah, lucky you.." Lily scoffed.

"Here," James said, coming up with something brilliant. He took her hands into his, clutching them tightly as they walked forward. Her hands were freezing.. but so delicate and soft..

Lily pulled her hands away quickly, as if it were an instinct. "N-no thanks, James," she said bitterly, returning to her method of rubbing her hands together.

"Suit yourself, Lils," James shrugged. "I was only trying to help you."

Lily said nothing in response.

"Hey, ladies, waana check out the 'Shrieking Shack'?" Sirius inquired, stopping at a foreboding iron fence. Behind it, upon a hill, sat a dismal little house, old and gray. A jungle of unkept gardens surrounded it.

"Shrieking.. shack?" Lily repeated.

Sirius flashed a huge grin. "It's supposed to be haunted."

"Really?" Celina questioned, stepping closer and touching the iron bars.

"Yes; they say that sometimes, on long, cold nights," Sirius began, drawing his voice in a creepy manner, "spirits awaken from their unrest and moan and scream in agony, striking fear into the hearts of men… Hence, 'Shrieking Shack'."

"What a load of crap," Remus grumbled.

"Shutup, Moony," James said, chucking a small snowball at him. "Where's your sense of fun?"

"He must have left it back at 'Frills and Faeries," Peter affirmed.

"Let's go in!" Celina said excitedly, pulling on Sirius's arm.

"Let's not and say we did," Remus interrupted, thrusting his hands into his cloak pockets stubbornly.

"Oh, shutup, Remus. No one asked you," Celina replied tartly.

"No, Celina, I think Remus is right.. It's getting dark. We should be back at school.." Lily said quietly.

Celina glared at Remus before giving the iron gate one last look, and turning to continue down the path with her head steadfastly held high.

Everyone else continued walking and moving on to other topics as Hogwarts drew nearer.

Lily was shivering more than ever.

"Lily, you're going to get sick," James said, holding out his hands to her. Hesitantly, Lily took them. Her smaller hands were enveloped in James's. After a few moments of realization, Lily then stepped close to him, intent on stealing his body warmth for the remaining time they were outside.

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This was fun to write. And I wrote it surprisingly fast, too..

Sorry, no new character this chapter. But guaranteed in the next one! I promise! Two, actually, but one not so important to the plot line, which, also in the next chapter, will become unfurling from the shadowy depths of my mind.. bwahhahaa. I like not revealing the plot right away. Makes me feel like JK Rowling! XD

Review if you want more. :)