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Summery: A/U What if Lilly Evans wasn't Miss. Perfect? What if she had a twin? Lilly Evans and her twin, Linzey Evans, have just transferred to Hogwarts from another magical school. They're in their second year and quite the troublemakers. James Potter, Sirius Black, and Remus Lupin—the Mauderers—are in their second year at Hogwarts (Peter isn't in this fic) when two beautiful transfer students arrive. They're in for a surprise when the new students threaten their position of "troublemaking kings". Then James falls in love with one of their new enemies…The fun begins.

A/N: I finally updated! Sorry it took a little bit longer than usual. I'm going to try and start updating every week.

Okay, so my brain was elsewhere when I said that the last chapter was a cliffy. I wasn't thinking about this chapter and how I didn't set it up right after the other chapter. Oh, well. I guess that just shows what a 'blond' I am even though technically I'm a redhead. (No offence to any blonds on that one—just a figure of speech) Anyways…Please R&R and Hope You Enjoy!

Maybe I should like TOTALLY stay away from saying the word 'cliffy' from now on…lol.

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Chapter Eight: Knowing,Winning, and Telling

Lily's P.O.V.

"Are you sure?" Gosh, Liz could be so annoying sometimes—even if she was my twin.

"Yes I'm sure."

"Really?"

"Really, really."

"Are you positive?"

"No."

"But you just said that—."

"LINZEY! Gosh, you can be so annoying sometimes!"

"Sorry."

"Sure."

"Seriously!"

"Yeah, whatever. I believe you."

Liz and I walked into our first class for the day—the great and wonderful potions. Rachel and Remus were already there, chatting away like they'd never been gone-and nothing happened.

"You said you were positive, right?" Liz asked.

"Uh-uh."

"Yeah, well, I'm with you on that one."

Looking closely at Rachel as we sat at our usual seats, I saw that there was a bandage on her arm; the majority covered by her long-sleeved robe. Remus had a small scratch on his left check along with quite a few on his hands. I tolled Linzey; I tolled her! But did she believe me? No! Well, not until she saw the two—but that's not the point.

Before anything else could be said, my favorite professor walked into the room. Oh—did I say favorite? Well, I meant the most disgusting, agitating, annoying, ugly, git of a professor walked into the room. Now doesn't that sound better?

"Today we will be making another potion." Calagast flicked his wand and words appeared on the board, "Directions are on the board. Begin."

Since Liz—thank goodness—was a potion wiz, our potion was going quite well. At least until the second to last ingredient we were supposed to put in:

Put in three werewolf hairs.Stir three times to the left; three times to the right.

Ummm…a little help here…

Lily and I looked at each other and gulped. Yeah, well, we might as well stop. Or we could just keep going and have an allergy attack. Hmm…sounds like fun.

"What do you think we should do?" I whispered.

"I don't know. What do you think we should do?"

"I don't know. Whatever you think we should do."

"But I don't know what to do."

"Well, that makes two of us."

"Evans, do you care to tell me in which made-up universe you live in that 'Directions are on the board. Begin.' means 'talk whenever you feel like it'?" Calagast walked over to us, glaring all the way.

"But we were just—."

"No buts about it. Both of you—detention tomorrow night!" And with that he stalked back to his desk.

Liz and I let out a sigh. We were sort of hoping that he would send us to Dumbledore's office. At least we would miss the werewolf hair. But no. And the one time we want to go to the headmaster's office.

As a Slytherin passed by to deliver his potion to Calagast, he bumped into Liz. Which made her bump into me. Which made both of us catch ourselves on the table. Which made both of us, 'fantastically', fall on the hairs. Which made both of us sneeze. Which made each of us feel like we were going to faint. Which made both of us run out of the room in the direction of the Hospital Wing. Joy! I hate being allergic to werewolves—the allergic reactions are so severe! Well, maybe not that severe, but you get my point.

Oh, those stupid hairs are totally going to leave a mark, darn it!

James' P.O.V.

Slytherin vs. Gryffindor. The game was fixing to start in 10 minutes, and the Gryffindors still did not have their keeper and one beater. Though, the team has been her for 20 minutes already. They better show up! If we have to forfeit or anything like that to Slytherin, I will die—literally.

"BANKS!" Finally! I thought the Evans Twins would never get here.

"Where have you two been?" John asked the two as he walked over to where the twins stood, out of breath. I wouldn't be surprised if they were setting up a prank to get back at the Marauderers and I. But, even the Evans Twins wouldn't skip Quidditch for that, would they?

"Sorry. Had a problem during potions. We've been at the hospital wing." Lily Evans…the girl that I am falling head over heals for…said, showing John something that I couldn't see.

"Very well. Hurry and get your robes on. We'll be playing in 10 minutes."

"Yes Sir!" The twins said in unison, and then went to get changed.

I hadn't caught sight of the snitch yet, but I still had time. It was the first time that Slytherin had the quaffle. But, no one was able to stop them yet. It was going to be their chaser against our keeper.

Lily was ready. The chaser threw the quaffle—it was a perfect shot. Uh-oh…I hope she catches it...

A cheer from the Gryffindors was heard—Lily had caught the quaffle. Oh, was it amazing! That quaffle had no chance whatsoever to get into the goalposts. The score was still 20 to 0. Thank goodness!

And there it is…the snitch!

…It didn't take long for the Slytherin seeker to come over and join in on the chase. Oh, I was so close to that little gold ball with the fluttering wings…so close. I didn't even notice the bludger that was coming towards the other seeker and I. Not even when the other seeker moved out of the way. I was too focused on the small, round ball that would win 150 points for Gryffindor.

Then, all of the sudden, Linzey Evans came out of nowhere. I saw her out of the corner of my eye, hitting the bludger thatwassupposed tohave hit me off to another target. Which it hit—a Slytherin chaser. "Watch it there, Potter. You about got flatten with that bludger there!" And she was off.

And my hand closed around the snitch. Perfect. Gryffindor wins…180 to 0!

Lily's P.O.V.

I was coming back from the Quidditch game, which Gryffindor won. Of course. And Slytherin didn't get any points because of me! I'm so HAPPY, HAPPY, HAPPY! Anyways…

I was coming back from the Quidditch game when I heard voices around the corner. I immediately recognized them, so I stopped to do some eavesdropping.

"Where'd you get those scratches and bruises, Remus?" Black—oh, he annoys me so much—said.

"Um, I already told you that I fell down the stairs."

"Well, you know, Remus. All you have to do is tell me. I-I know what you're going through."

"Really?"

"Yeah, with your parents and all…"

"What?"

I think I see where this conversation is going…better get Ray's boyfriend out of there. She'd have a heart attack if she knew that I didn't 'save' her 'poor' boyfriend. So, as a fateful friend—and, because I was nice (I'm not mean to everyone, just the people who annoy the heck out of me.)—I walked around the corner telling some lie that just popped into my head.

"Remus! There you are! Gosh, I've been looking all over for you! Did you forget that you had Herbology tutoring tonight?" I knew that Herbology was Remus' worst subject—not that he was bad at it—so I used it for his defense.

"What?" Remus wore a confused look. As smart as he was and he doesn't even know when someone is covering for him!

"You forget that soon? What am I to know with you?"

"Um, yeah…I remember know."

Black, who had been looking back and forth at the two of us, finally spoke, "You have tutoring?"

Remus looked as though he didn't know what to say—figures since it didn't look as though he was a good lier. So, naturally, I talked for him.

"Not technically. Remus here just wants a little help so he can get better than he already is."

"Oh, okay." Black still looked a little unbelieving.

"Well, off we go, Remus. Since you're already late."

"Yeah, okay." We quickly got out of site and hearing distance from Black. "Thanks."

"Um, yeah, don't mention it. I still can't believe I just covered for a Marauderer, though." I tolled him.

Remus chuckled. "Herbology tutoring, huh?"

"Yeah, well, I had to say something, didn't I?"

"I guess. How'd you know that it was my worst subject, though?"

"Well, lets just say I'm an Evans Twin. And Evans Twins know everything." I hope he'd get the drift when I emphasized 'everything.' I really didn't want to say that I knew what he was out loud.

"Everything?" Good, he got it…I think.

"Everything. Even, well, that you're…" Fine. I'll say it out loud. "…a werewolf." I finished in a whisper.

Remus stopped dead in his tracks, looking at me like I was going to tell the whole world.

"And, no, I'm not going to tell anyone. I know that's what your thinking. And, no, Rachel won't stop going out with you. Actually, she would probably be more apt to go out with you know that Linzey's going to tell her."

"Y-your going to t-tell her?" He asked in a barely audible whisper.

"Of course. We wouldn't under other circumstances, but…" I lowered my voice down to a whisper, "…she's one too."

Remus' eyes grew wide. Well, this went better than I thought…

One challenge down, another to go: the upcoming Christmas break with the anonymous guests. Great.

A/N#2: IMPORTANT—NEED TO READ! Okay, listen up everybody. I need for you to answer a little question about upcoming chapters.

What would you like to see with the Christmas break segment—dealing with length?

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P.S. How'd you like my Quidditch game? Was it okay? I'm not very good at writing about that, but I tried. Pointers gladly accepted.

Until next time…

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