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A/N: Another racy chapter, though softer than the last ones. Anyway thanks for all your reviews and I hope you guys are still enjoying this story, even after reading about Harry's REAL 6th year! (HBP was soooooooooooo good! )

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"Are you going to tell me what this is about?" Dumbledore held up the recent issue of 'Witch Weekly' magazine.

Anika was determined to keep her eyes glued to the floor. If she so much as glanced at Dumbledore's pale blue eyes there was no telling what would spill out of her mouth. Truth was even if she tried to explain why she said the horrible things she did in that interview, she would not know how to start. This mess had started too long ago and she sunk farther and farther in without a single clue of how that happened. She however wished she had never spoken so poorly of muggle-bornes or used such foul language. More than anything however she wished that the people reading this would find her just as revolting as she did at this moment, yet she knew that many would be converted and that was the point of this.

"There is nothing to tell. I believe I like every other person in this country have the right to say whatever I please. It's called freedom, perhaps it is a new term for you seeing as you grew in the 16th century, but you better get familiar with it," Anika used every last bit of self control to stop herself from grimacing. She hated being so rude to the one person she respected beyond all else, but there was no other way.

"I understand," Dumbledore said softly without a single trace of anger. Anika now couldn't help but to stare at him, and there in those forgiving eyes of his, she saw that he knew the truth.

Anika's head filled with panic, her first thought was to pack up her bags and run as far and as fast as she could. If Dumbledore knew the truth then her cover was up, she was going to be murdered…then she began to relax. If she were to die then this would all end, no more hiding…betraying herself. But Dumbledore's eyes told her no harm was to come her way…they reassured her that she'd be all right.

"Go to your quarters, presume to be ill for the rest of the day. I will take care of the rest," Dumbledore gave her a small nod before leaving her office.

Anika felt a little dizzy, she wasn't sure what Dumbledore had planned, but she knew she might have a chance now. She swayed a little as she walked, her body seemed to respond well to the ill thoughts in her head. As she closed the door of her quarters she dashed to the bathroom. Her arms around the toilet seat she emptied her stomach and for a terrifying second she imagined seeing blood…again. Gratefully feasting on large gasps of fresh air, she realized that it was just her breakfast. Resting her head on the toilet she desperately begged her horrible memories to stay away. But there was no use. Sobbing uncontrollably she saw a blond girl doubled up on the bathroom floor very near screaming in agony.

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"What the bloody hell is up with Harry?" James whispered into Ron's ear the second McGonagall had turned her back to scribble on the board.

"Dunno what you're talking about mate?" Ron said stiffly as though holding back a fit of laughter.

"Spill it Weasley, I know you know the truth! Spill it!" James cried a little too loud, receiving a death glare from McGonagall.

"The only thing that is going to be spilled Mr. Potter is washing detergent as you clean the entire trophy room during your detention tonight," and with that she turned back to the board.

Sighing in relief for not getting a worst punishment James turned back to Ron. "He won't even talk to me anymore. The kid just stares down at his shoes soon as I get close by, mumbles a goodbye and runs outa there! What the hell did I do?"

Ron was now positively quivering with laughter, though his lips were being bitten hard to keep shut, his entire body shook uncontrollably. James was now past frustration and had entered the realm of anger. With his nostrils flaring he dug into his pocket for his wand—

"Don't," Sirius' firm grip on his arm was irritating at first, but became almost comforting as it became gentle, "when Harry's ready to talk he will. There is no point pushing things."

"Sirius just saved your life, feel lucky," James whispered to Ron, his bad mood lingering.

Ron looking alarmed turned around to meet Sirius' grin and turned back shaking his head…and began to quiver in laughter once again. James was just about gritting his teeth in anger when Sirius burst into silence laughter as well. James could not help but let out a growl…a loud one. Once again McGonagall turned around, about to grant him another detention, when James jumped up from his seat positively fuming!

"Professor, as much as I usually enjoy this class I seriously will go insane if I remain here for another second," he glared angrily at Sirius and Ron, "I have to leave!" and with that he moodily made his way towards the door leaving his books and bag behind. Leaving the entire class staring at Ron and Sirius, including McGonagall who looked at a loss for words. Finally she seemed to come to a conclusion and offered a cold look to the two boys.

"Since you two enjoy causing James so much grief, maybe you could redeem yourselves by taking over his detention tonight," and once again she turned back to the board.

"The hell was James so pissed for?" Ron whispered to Sirius.

"He gets moody sometimes, we figure he is just PMSing. He really doesn't stay mad long….its kind of funny actually."

"Right," Ron shrugged turning back, "like father like son."

"What!"

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As James was about to leave the boys bathroom, the door opened. He didn't pay much attention until he realized he didn't know of any Hogwarts male with long red wavy locks. Before he could even register her face, her arms were wrapped around his waist and her lips brushed his.

"Lily," he gasped.

"Shhhh, we have to be quick or McGonagall will suspect!" She kissed him again.

"Didn't think you'd care," he whispered into her mouth.

"I don't," she said simply settling down on the spot between two sinks, slowly unbuttoning her robes.

"Since when have you turned into such a nympho," James joked, his mind reeling at the site of her and what they were about to do again.

Though he knew later he wouldn't feel so great, there was no denying Lily. He had too many fantasies about her the past few years…he made no objections as she grasped his tie and pulled his head down to hers. While this time she wasn't totally unclothed, her robes were unbuttoned and James saw all he needed to.

Before long Lily had buttoned up and left to go back to class, and a half dazed James Potter stared blankly into the mirror above the sink. He was only half sure that what he just had experienced was real and not merely a figment of his imagination. Nevertheless his cheeks were flushed and he wore a large grin as he reentered his transfiguration class. A grin that soon disappeared as it met McGonagall's crispy stare.

"Mr. Potter would you like to tell us why your shirt and trousers aren't properly done up? I don't suppose a trip to the washroom requires the removal of all your clothes," at this the entire class laughed (Slytherins the hardest), even McGonagall looked as though she was holding back a smile. Meanwhile James' flush evolved into a nice rich tomato red shade.

"Perhaps he was engaged in other activities that do require the removal of his clothes," said the new softer breathier voice of Lily, very well suggesting the worst. James could not help but glare at her. What the hell is she trying to do, he thought darkly, get me murdered?

"Would you be talking from experience Evans? You were gone for quite a long time," said Rosier nastily, to which Lily merely gave him a coy smile.

"Get back to your seat Potter," snapped McGonagall who no longer looked remotely amused. Students sneaking off to have sex during her class was obviously not a topic McGonagall liked to discuss so openly.

James half-consciously carried himself back to his seat, bewildered over his good luck. His little rendezvous with Evans could have earned him a great load of trouble had the mere topic not embarrassed his teacher so much. As he gratefully took his seat his eyes fell on Harry, who was once again a deep shade of green and seemed determined not to look in his direction…or Lily's.

Letting out a soft frustrated growl James sunk back into his chair, all the while watching Hermione pat Harry's back gently and what seemed like offering him soft comforting words. Yet even for Hermione's concerned face she too seemed to resisting with great difficulty from bursting into laughter. Something the shaking Ron beside him was not managing so well.