Hey you guys! I'm in a really good mood today, but I know you guys probably want to get on with the story so….

Reviewers:

Rays of sunlight:

Hey you think? Me too! They're gorgeous! You submitted so many reviews to my story and that really made my day a whole lot brighter…which is saying something, as hint I am in a really good mood today)

PacSunCutie707:

Ewww…that's kinda gross, good idea, but still gross. I mean come on! His own mother for gosh sakes! And the package isn't gonna be opened anytime soon, that's for sure. Lily is a (hemhem) you know what right now, but that's gonna change. She's just kinda…iffy with the Potters right now.

Charmedsisters:

Lol, I'm beginning to think you really are nuts…

Moirariordan:

Yeah I know, but I was talking about the Sirius in the pensieve (did I spell that right?). He was a real jerk to Snape, not that I like him or anything. I guess Snape kind of but not really deserved it, in a weird way. Do you even get what I'm saying? It's really complicated….

Disclaimer: I'm not really feeling creative today, so you guys that are expecting something like that can go shove it up you're $$…

Only joking. I would never say that to you guys.

Anyways, I do not own Harry Potter in any way, nor any of the characters in it.

There. All good.

Summary: I would right a summary, but I forgot it…I'm such a bad author. Anyways, I'll give ya'll a recap so you can kinda get with it again…sorry.

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Chapter 11

"My mum and dad hate each other. Oh! And can you believe my mum's dating Amos Diggory?"

"No way!" Ron yelped. "Cedric Diggory's father?! That prick?!"

"Ron! You don't even know him! He doesn't have to be a prick—not that your father isn't better Harry," Hermione hastily added, seeing Harry's look.

"Oh whatever; you're just hoping he'll be as handsome as Diggory was," Ron said.

"Ex-cuze me?" Hermione shrieked. "I do not! Forget this! I'm leaving! This conversation is through!" She stormed off furiously.

Why do I have a feeling of déjà vu?" Harry said exasperatedly.

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"Shut up! No way!" Lily Evans could be heard talking to her boyfriend.

Amos leaned against the hard, cold stonewall and shrugged. "I suppose it's cuz' he doesn't feel loved."

Lily tucked her hair behind her ears and looked out a window next to her. "That's kinda mean though, don't you think? I mean, he's still human even though he's the exact carbon copy of Potter."

Diggory shrugged nonchalantly. "Don't talk to me about it babe. It's just a rumor floating around. Who knows if it's true or not? I only heard because I heard Mary talking about it to Christine. Says that Porter's parents were killed by you-know-who."

"Mary and Christine?" Lily said scathingly. "They always spread wild rumors around. Who knows if it's even true?"

"You're right. It's probably not. Why do you care so much anyways?"

"I don't! You're the one who brung it up!" Lily replied.

Amos pulled her closer and leaned forward, smiling. "Yeah, but that means I'll be the one taking it back out."

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James turned around from that sight and walked the other way, kicking the ground angrily. It just wasn't fair! Life wasn't bloody hell fair! How did Diggory get Lily when he had been trying to ever since fourth year? How did he end up bloody miserable when Diggory gets to be prouncing around in his underwear?

Okay, so that was an overstatement. But still, he protested to himself, life is so bloody unfair. James frowned unconsciously. He wasn't being fair. Diggory was a good guy. Sure he was a smart ass, gorilla IQ ed, ugly, mangy git, but he still was a good guy. He doesn't cheat on people, totally royal (hence the term Hufflepuff).

James on the other hand was a player, rude, obnoxious, bigheaded, and what was that other term Lily used? Egotistic, that was it. James sighed.

"Oof!"

That snapped James out of his reverie.

"Watch where you're going bit---Jamie? Oh hey baby!"

James forced a strained smile. "Hey Trissa. Where you headin'?"

Trissa grinned a flirtatious grin. "I was heading toward my common room, but I wouldn't mind a distraction…" She traced her perfectly manicured fingers across his chest. "…if you catch my drift…"

James frowned. "I can't today ba—darling." He just remembered Diggory calling Lily 'babe' and he'll be damned if he ever recycled words from him. "I have detention with McGonagall."

Trissa pouted her juicy red lips. "Aww…that old hag? Can't you be late a few minutes? Or maybe a few hours?" She smacked her lips seductively. "I haven't seen you in ages."

James laughed good-naturedly. "But you see me everyday!"

"Always with your crowd though," Trissa said. James was about to decline again…until he thought about Diggory and Lily kissing, holding hands, laughing together…made him want to punch something. "Sure Trissa, anything for you…I say, let's go somewhere private. I know the perfect place."

Trissa grinned wickedly.

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"No squash him!" Harry prodded his knight. "He's just a pawn! You can get him!" While Ron and Harry were engaged in a wizard's chess game, Hermione was, of course, curled up with a book, refusing to speak to Ron. She blatantly declared that he was an absolute git and he was the one that was going to apologize to her first.

"So Harry," she said, finally looking up from her Defenses Against The Vampires of Kandoslavia, "I was meaning to talk to you." She stared straight at Harry, completely ignoring Ron.

"Hmm? How can a knight fight so hard against a pawn?!" Harry groaned frustratedly, while Ron leaned back in his chair and grinned, obviously enjoying the fight.

"I said, we need to talk," Hermione narrowed her eyes.

Harry mentally sighed at those four words. 'We need to talk.' Always a bad sign. "What about?" he said warily.

"Oh nothing," Hermione said sweetly, still blatantly ignoring Ron. "Or have you forgotton why we are here? We," she pointed at Harry and then back at herself, "should make plans."

"Hey, what am I? The third wheel now? Come on 'Mione, your not still held up about what I said earlier are you?" Ron protested eagerly. "It was all true!"

Hermione threw her book down (which was really careless in Hermione's case) and stood up. "Come on HARRY!" She said in a loud voice, as if trying to drown out Ron. "We don't want to waste time here!"

Harry looked torn. "Um…Hermione, don't you think you're…um…well—"

"—overreacting?" Ron filled in most helpfully.

Hermione took no notice. "What was it Harry?"

Harry smiled weakly. "um…what Ron said?"

Hermione narrowed her eyes. "What? You think I'm 'overreacting' too?" Her bushy hair seemed to cackle with electricity.

Ron stood up as well and held up his fingers, his index finger a millimeter away from his thumb. "No, just a little, itty bitty, tiny, minuscule bit. It's not like you're overreacting BIG TIME!!"

Hermione pushed Ron backwards. "Well you, Mr. Insensitive, I'm surprised you even know what minuscule means! You—" She swooped down to pick up her book, too angry to speak, and stomped up to the girl's dorm.

After she left, Ron buried his face in his hands and groaned. Harry patted him on the back.

"Hey Ron, it's not like it's the end of the world. You and Hermione get into fights all the time," Harry said.

Ron's answer came out muffled. "Don't remind me." He looked up. "I just don't know what I'm doing wrong."

Harry gave him a look as if saying 'are you kidding me?' "Ron, you yell at Hermione all the time. I guess you should let her win. I'm not really good with advice on this."

"I know! I've been trying! Haven't you seen that 'Mione and I have been getting in a lot less fights?" When Harry gave him a blank look he continued. "But today, when she mentioned perfect Diggory, I just blew up! It's so hard when she's such a know-it-all!"

Harry just grinned, knowing that Ron didn't mean it. The portrait hole opened and Lily stepped in.

"Hey Porter, Westley," she acknowledged, nodding her head. She sat down on a sofa next to Ron.

The boys looked at one another and shrugged. They would never be able to figure out the female mind.

"Hey," Harry replied, looking at his shoelace. They sat in uncomfortable silence for a bit, until Lily spoke up again.

"Look Porter, I didn't mean to sound so blunt today," she began. "It's just so hard when you look just like my worst enemy. Cursed with the oaf's looks I guess."

Harry looked at her sharply. "James isn't that bad. In fact, he's not bad at all. Maybe you should just get to know him a little better."

"Pft, I've known him a lot longer than you have Porter, and what I say is that poisonous toadspools don't change their spots. I don't know what he said to you, but it's all a bunch of lies." Lily idly examined a fingernail.

Harry frowned and was about to retort when the portrait hole opened yet again. The Mauraders stepped in. No no no, Harry thought, you picked the worst time to come.

James stopped laughing when he saw Harry, Lily, and Ron. "Evans, Porter, Westley."

"Hi James," Ron and Harry said. Lily bit her bottom lip, but didn't say anything.

James and the other Marauders sat down next to Harry. "Evans," James said again.

"Potter," Lily spat out. "Where'd you go with your lackeys?"

Sirius cut in. "None of your business, Evans. Or do you like being a know-it-all that you have to know anything that goes around in this castle?"

Lily replied coolly, "None of the above Black. You really are as dim witted as you seem. Surprises me how you passed your OWLs."

Sirius frowned at James. James shrugged and whispered something to him. Sirius nodded. Harry felt his usual clench and unclench of his stomach when he saw his future godfather. He looked so happy…well not right now…

James opened his mouth to talk, but Lily butt in. "I really have to get going as I have more important things to do than to argue with guys like you. Goodbye Porter, Westley. I hope you think about what I've said." She got up and was halfway up the staircase when Sirius decided, unintelligently, to talk again.

"You know what Evans? You really are a bitch. I don't know what Diggory sees in you, but then of course, he hangs out with his own kind. Not surprising when you see what he drags in."

Lily stiffened at turned toward Sirius. "You have no right to say that, bastard. He's better than you could ever be," she hissed and continued walking.

James sighed and glared at Sirius.

"What?" Sirius said indignantly. "She fuckin' deserved it. She needs to know how the real world views her and her precious Diggory."

James just shook his head but didn't say anything.

Harry spoke up softly. "Why does she hate you so much anyways?"

Lupin looked at Harry this time. "It was nothing James did. Lily could never stand bullies, and I guess to her, James just fell in that category. She hated guys that were popular, so she just automatically hated us. Of course, James going around jinxing Snape all the time is a constant reminder for her…"

"But I haven't jinxed him in AGES!" James yelled suddenly. "I've been trying not to do anything she wouldn't like! I haven't asked her out in ages either!" He threw a lamp that was on the sidetable to the ground, where it shattered into a million pieces. "It's not like I want to go out with her anymore, I just want to be friends! Is that so much to ask? Is it?! You know what? Forget this. She's not worth all this." He ran up the boys dorm.

Sirius jumped up. "I gotta go with him." And he too disappeared up the staircase.

Remus and Peter just stared after them.

"Sirius always was like a brother to James," Remus said. "They were together and inseparable the first time they met. Like two peas in a pod." He almost looked wistful.

"Come on Peter, let's go see how they're doing."

When they left, Ron turned to Harry. "Their lives are more like one of those TB things muggles watch."

Harry looked at him, confused. "What TB?"

Ron looked at him as if he were dumb. "A TB? One of those black things that run on elekticity, and flash on and off?"

"Oh a TB—I mean TV! I know. Do you mean soap operas?" Harry asked.

Ron scratched his head. "Soap operas? Why would they name a show after soap?"

Harry sighed. "Never mind."

"No no! Tell me!" Ron said eagerly. "Is it because they use soap to…"

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The next morning was a hectic one. Harry didn't wake up until 7:45AM, which means Ron, James, Sirius, and Peter weren't awake either (Remus was always an earlier morning person). That left fifteen minutes for breakfast.

"HEY!! GET UP!" Harry yelled, grabbing his robes for a quick shower. "BREAKFAST IS ALMOST OVER!"

Sirius and James shot up.

"WHAT? Porter, what time is it?" James asked, also grabbing his robes.

"Seven forty-five," Harry yelled through the bathroom door. On the other side of the door, James and Sirius stopped reaching for their clothes.

"7:45? Bloody hell! You woke us up at 7:45? There's still fifteen minutes left!" Sirius complained, climbing back into bed. James mimicked him.

"Yeah! What the hell were you thinking? Go back to bed guys, false alarm," James yawned, pulling his cover back over him.

Harry, who had his robes on, ran out of the bathroom. "Guys? I don't think you realize this, but we're gonna be late."

James yawned again. "Damn, you sound so much like Evans. Don't worry 'bout it. First class is Sprout. She's absolutely loves us."

"Yeah, thinks we're 'sweethearts', whatever the hell that means," Sirius added with his eyes closed.

Harry jumped over his bed to get to James. "Get up! It's only our first week of classes. I don't wanna be late. Come on Potter."

James lazily opened one eye, and then jumped out of bed, looking like he was severely shaken.

"Hey buddy, what's wrong?" Sirius also got out of bed and walked over to James, clapping him on the back (manly way, of course).

James shook his rapidly, as if trying to get something out of his mind. "N-nothing. Nothing's wrong Sirius," he clarified. "I just—just need to get dressed that's all."

"Ok, if you need something, you know we're here right?" Peter spoke up. Harry's eyes wandered over to his pudgy form, and they narrowed. But then again, Peter looked truly concerned about his dad's welfare…Harry couldn't help it. His eyes softened again.

"No—I mean, yeah—yeah, I know." James ruffled his hair. "Just—it's ok. Porter just scared me, that's it."

"Whazza goin' on?" Ron just awoke, yawning just as James did a few minutes earlier.

"Nothing Ron," Harry said, still not taking his eyes of James. "It's just time for class, that's all."

"Is that it? I thought it would've been for something important-like…" Ron stood up, stretching. "Let's go."

"Ok," Harry said, pulling on Ron's arm. "Let's go see if Hermione's up." They went down the staircase, but not before Harry took one last look at James's shaken up figure.

When Harry and Ron were out of sight, James looked at Sirius and Peter. "Guys, I reckon Remus is right. There's something weird about Porter, I mean. I woke up and I saw his eyes. I could've sworn Lily was in our dorm."

Sirius looked at James like he was mental. "Is that all? A lot of people have green eyes James."

James had a faraway look in his eyes. "But not like Lily's. Lily's are like emeralds glistening in the rain...and that Porter kid—he has her eyes, I swear you guys. I'm not crazy."

Peter and Sirius looked at one another briefly before nodding. Each grabbed one of his arms.

"Come on mate," Peter said, tugging.

James looked at both of them. "What? Go where?"

"To the Hospital Wing," Sirius explained briefly, ignoring protests from James, who was blatantly saying that he wasn't sick, before dragging him through the portrait

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"Hermione," Harry said before sliding next to her. Ron sat down opposite of them.

Hermione looked tired, as if she had been up all night, and her eyelids drooped.

"Hermione?" Ron poked her in the back. She slapped his hand.

"Don't touch me Ron. I'm fine….just a bit sleepy…" Hermione nestled her head in her arms.

Harry and Ron frowned at each other.

"Why?" Harry asked. "Were you up all night studying again?"

Hermione shook her head. A bit of hair fell over her face as she tilted her face to look at Harry. "Nope, I enjoy studying, but I know my limits."

Ron, who was eating, snorted, at a bit of pudding came from his nose. Hermione frowned in disgust before glaring at him. She threw him a napkin. "Your disgusting habits are tiring."

Ron opened his mouth to say something, but instead winced, and kept his mouth shut for Harry had just kicked him under the table, hard. Hermione arched a brow as the two boys smiled back innocently.

"Anyways, your mother was ranting all night about how arrogant your father, Sirius, and the rest of the Marauders were. Then she started comparing them to Amos, saying that none of them would ever be able to compare to him," she finished, buttering her toast.

Ron glared suspiciously. "Amos?"

Hermione stared at him defiantly. "Yes Amos. Amos Diggory. Do you have a problem with him?"

"Since when are you on first name terms with him?" Harry asked, feeling a bit annoyed at Hermione. After all, they were trying to get his mum and dad together, not get on first name basis with what's keeping them apart.

"Since your mum kept on ranting and ranting. I swear, I don't know how the other girls have put up with it for six years." Hermione yawned, and downed a glass of pumpkin juice.

"Was she really that mad?" Ron asked her. Hermione stiffened, but answered, even though it was through clenched teeth.

"Yes, Ron, she was furious. Talking about Black and his big arse," she said, resting her head again.

"Eww…." Ron and Harry chorused.

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James came out of the hospital wing spitting and hissing. Even though NOTHING was wrong with him, Madam Pomfrey still insisted in him taking all the basic medicines "just to make sure." Sirius and Peter were going to get it. They had left him there dealing with a loony nurse.

"Potter, hold up!" A red-head caught up with him. James raised his eyebrows.

"Evans?" He said formally. Why'd she want to talk to him?

Lily paused for a second, and then said (through very strained words), "Potter, you know me. I don't come to you for anything unless I'm really desperate…" she paused again, letting her words sink in. James rolled his eyes.

"Thanks," he said flatly.

"Well, the thing is, McGonagall doesn't think I'm trying my hardest in her class, and well….ya know—she…" Lily looked around, making sure the halls were empty. "…she wants you to be my tutor. So…I was wondering…?"

James turned to face her slowly. "She wants me to be your tutor?"

"Unfortunately."

James contemplated this for a second. Tutoring Lily…that wasn't such a bad idea…

"You don't want me to be your tutor?"

"Well, Potter, I have no choice. I would have rather preferred Amos, but since we're not in the same house…" Lily trailed off.

"Really? Well, in that case," James shook his head firmly. "No."

Lily turned aghast. "What?"

"No, I don't want to tutor you," James said simply. He turned heel and strode away, leaving a speechless Lily behind in his wake. She stared at his back, slowly realizing his words. He was giving up…

She was almost positive that he would've said yes. After all, starting in fourth year through this year he crushed her, and this would've given him the opportunity that he wanted…but he said no.

What the hell did that mean?

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Ok, guys, a slightly longer chapter.

I swear, if I don't get reviews for this chapter, I will make them short again.

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Anyways, moving on:

Which Disney movie do you like best?

Beauty and the Beast

Snow White

Cinderella

Pocahontas/Pocahontas 2

Mulan/Mulan 2

The Little Mermaid/The Little Mermaid 2

Lion King/Simba's Pride

Anastasia

The Hunchback of Notre Dame

Aladdin/The Return of Jafar

Other?

They just don't make classics anymore…sigh

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