Chapter 2: Quidditch Practice.

"Come on, Lily! I want to try out for the team!" whined Artemys.

"Then why do you need me here? Quidditch isn't that important to me. It hardly matters at all. Besides, you only want to try out because your boyfriend is on the team!" said Lily. Artemys's face turned slightly pink.

"No! I want you there because you are my best friend and you have to see me play. That's why I'm dragging you down here."

"Whatever, but I'm sure you'll be fine." said Lily.

"You're coming anyway! Hurry up!" Lily and Artemys came out to the Quidditch field to find the old Gryffindor Quidditch team but a sign that read: 'Try outs postponed till October 21st. Thank you, sincerely: James Potter.'

Lily smiled devilishly. "See? You really didn't need me here. Try outs are postponed!" and as soon as they began to walk away, they heard a voice call out, "Hey, Evans! Bones! Come here a minute!" They turned around to see Sirius Black calling after them.

"What do you want, Black?" said Lily. Artemys blushed to a very rosy red color and giggled.

"What I want, Evans, is to know why you are down here, and who is this beautiful girl that you are hiding from me?" Sirius indicated Artemys, and she smiled.

Sirius's face held an odd look. It was a dawning comprehension, a realization, a look of love. Artemys stared right back at him and said, "Hi, Sirius."

"Hi, Artemys… ummmm…. ummmm…."

"Want to play some Quidditch?" said Artemys. Sirius nodded. They both walked away from Lily, leaving her all alone. Lily proceeded to leave the pitch when she heard her name cried out.

"Lily!" yelled the voice, "Lily, wait!" She turned around to find James Potter flying to her. As soon as he landed, he got off his broom and walked over to her. He grinned shyly and said, "Hi, Lily! Were you coming to try out for the team?"

Lily gave him a quizzical look. "Me?" she said, "No. Artemys wanted to try out, and she wanted me to come so I can 'support' her. I can't play Quidditch to save my life."

"Oh, o.k." said James, looking crestfallen. Then an idea struck him. "Maybe we can teach you how to play!"

"I don't have the best hand-eye coordination…"

"All you need is a broomstick and the proper supplies." He said.

"O.K., then! Teach me." said Lily. James smiled at her. She smiled back. Then they proceeded to walk down to where Artemys and Sirius were standing.

"What you really have to know are the rules of Quidditch." explained James.

"Like what?" asked Lily.

"Well, first of all," said James in a very business-like tone, "You have to know how to pass a Quaffle, and make sure that you don't pass it to the opposing team's Chasers."

"I already figured that much out, genius!" laughed Lily.

"Genius?" said Sirius, in an awestruck voice, "You called James a 'genius'? What planet are you from?" Sirius began to laugh, and James took this opportunity to yell, "Look! It's Lindsay McClane!"

"Where? Where? Hide me! That girl is crazy!" Sirius dived under the goal hoops and ran straight into the broom shed. He fell backwards, then stuck a finger in the air and yelled, "I'M O.K!"

Lindsay McClane was one of the many girls who had a crush on Sirius, but she was more obsessive over him. Just last year, during the middle of Dumbledore's welcoming speech, she stood on the table and announced her undying love to Sirius Black. She even pointed him out. Lucky for him, he wasn't easily embarrassed.

"So, Lily, are you ready to fly?" asked James.

"Whatever, let's just go!" and with that, she mounted her broomstick and took off. He flew after her. She was a very graceful flyer. She circled the goal posts and flew to him.

"O.K., what do I do now?" asked Lily.

"Well, you have to know how to catch stuff… you are really good at that. I should know."

"How do you know what I'm good at?"

"For starters, you've caught my eye ever since first year, and you've caught my heart in a web of love."

"That is officially the cheesiest pick up line I've ever heard!"

"Well, you can't say I didn't try." said James sheepishly.

"When and if you two country hens stop clucking, I'd like to play some Quidditch now!" yelled Sirius.

"Well," said James, "we better not keep them waiting." And as they started flying, some one came on to the pitch.

He was a tall, greasy-haired boy, with eyes like black poison. Soon after this boy came out, a group of darkly dressed and masked figures dispatched onto the field. Lily had an uneasy feeling in the pit of her stomach, and just as soon as she was about to speak, James landed on the field and approached the group. Soon the others followed.

"What are you and your people doing out here, Snivellus?"

"Why, Potter. Merely enjoying the sunshine. You should too. Might be the last time you'll ever see it." Snape spoke in a waspish, low voice. His eyes were glinting dangerously at James, and his hazel eyes stared straight back into him.

"What do you mean by that?" said James fiercely. Snape said nothing but merely looked over James's shoulder and spotted Lily.

"Playing with a Mudblood, Potter? And I thought you could sink no lower…" James raised his fist and punched Snape in the mouth.

"No one calls her a Mudblood, and if I hear you so much as comment on the weather to her, I'll kill you."

"You haven't got it in you, Potter, not even for me." said Snape, who was now sporting a bloody lip, "How pathetic."

Sirius raised his wand and pointed it at Snape's heart. Snape eyed the wand, and brought his own out at that very moment.

"Sectumsempra!" yelled Snape.

"Crontantiosa!" shouted Sirius. The wand turned around and plastered the 'Sectumsempra' spell back on Snape.

"Using dark magic, Black? Never thought you had it in you…"

"That's what I learned from living in that house. Besides, being a Black means I can learn other fun stuff like that.

Leave, Snape. And take your groupies with you." Sirius said. Snape spat into the dirt and stalked off. The others soon followed.

As they left, Lily began to shake. She didn't know why, but she began to tremble fiercely.

"Lily?" said James. She collapsed and fell to the ground. Soon, everyone gathered around her, and James carried her off to the hospital wing.

A/N- Ooooh, what happens next? Also, for anyone who caught it, I messed up the title of the story. Yes, I know I'm retarded. Please review.