Disclaimer - I am NOT Danielle the Stupid...I'm her older sister, Lise the Beautiful, Smart and Brave. But that's irrelevant - ONWARDS TO OUR FATE!... 'cough' I mean...ON WITH THE STORY!

Chapter Two

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"NOOOOOO! Professor! PROFESSOR! Let me OUT! PROFESSOR!" Lily beat her fists on the thick oak doors, but no matter how loud she yelled no one answered her pleas for help. After another minute or two she slumped down to the ground, defeated; she had subconsciously bruised her hands from the beating without feeling a thing in the desperate struggle for freedom. She suddenly felt very lonely, and very frightened. Would she have to spend an entire summer by herself, with no way to contact her parents or friends or anybody? Would she be able to get a hold of Dumbledore so he could unlock the door and let her out? Many question raced through her mind and she sat there, contemplating her options. She was so deep in thought, she never noticed quiet, hesitant footsteps on the staircase.

"Evans?" said a voice from above. Lily's head snapped up in surprise...and stayed like that for a few seconds. Sirius' face appeared next to James'.

"Hey Lilikins, you look just like a gaping codfish." Her mouth snapped shut and became a firm line. She dreaded her own, new thoughts about the situation she was in.

"This can't be..." she stated with dry dread.

"Oh...it can and it is Evans...you can believe me whether you like it or not." Lily was about to say a very inappropriate response when a holler sounded somewhat in the distance.

"Padfoot? Prongs? Where did you guys go? WE'RE GONNA MISS THE CARRIAGES!" Remus' body materialized around the corner from the direction of the Great hall and he froze at the sight of Lily.

"You–James–Carriages–Wha?" he looked around expectantly.

"Up here Moony!" Remus' head shot up and he scowled at his two friends.

"I'm guessing we've missed the carriages." he questioned bluntly, though it was more of a fact then query.

"Right you are Moony!" Sirius yelled while jumping over the railing. His shoes made a loud, echoing SMACK which sounded ten times as loud without the forty other sounds joined with it. Lily groaned audibly.

"Not too happy about this situation are you Evans?" Sirius asked, quirking an eyebrow. Lily fixed him with a glare and picked up her trunk, walking in their direction.

"You're not going to smack him with that are you? Cause that would probably be the best thing to do right now." Remus stated, smirking. James laughed at that and even Lily's face turned a bit red and she giggled.

"Of course not...I'm saving the frying pan for that." strangely, the four students laughed at that and started their long trek up the marble staircases, dragging their bags and stuff behind them. "And, of course, Tis too heavy for me to lift clearly off the ground."

"Would you like me to carry that for you?" James indicated her book bag. She looked at him disbelievingly, not because of his personality (though that was one of the reasons she was going to decline), but he had a bulging trunk, a stuffed book bag, AND a separate pouch that was almost spilling over its contents.

"You sure you even can?" she asked, slightly amused.

"Of course!" he yelled indignantly and he grabbed her bag, slung it over her shoulder, and groaned at its weight.

"Okay...maybe not." she shook her head at him and took her bag back. Deep in the back of her mind, she did note his generosity and willingness to try and get along; Remus and Sirius, however, were not being as fortunate.

"Moony, can you hold my stuff for me?"

"Are you kidding Padfoot? Please say that your kidding! You have half of Zonko's and a fourth of Honeydukes in that one bag alone! Not mentioning your trunk and book bag also. Besides, I am a bit INSULTED that you didn't include me in the 'seeking-of-Lily', not twenty minutes ago. I guess I can only say thank goodness that Pete didn't come along with us...he'd be whining so loud people on France would be able to hear him."

"Remus, you're changing the subject; hold my bags for me!"

"Why!"

"Because my shoulder hurts!"

"It's not like I can help that! I'm not a nurse! And besides, it wouldn't be hurting if you guys wouldn't come visit me—" Remus abruptly stopped talking as Sirius and James gasped.

"What?" Lily asked suspiciously. All three of their faces turned bright red and they shook their heads furiously. "What is it?" she repeated again.

"N-nothing." Remus stuttered.

"Yes," James took off on his own sentence, "Nothing at all."

"Absolutely nothing!" Sirius added with that smile that infuriated Lily more then getting bad marks on class assignments (When every time she worked her very hardest to get the best grade in the class). She snorted.

"Oh yes...it certainly SOUNDS like nothing to me." she replied sarcastically and they all smiled, relieved. Lily rolled her eyes at their gullibility.

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What if someone gets hurt? I sure am no doctor! What if we go looking for food and there isn't any? We haven't learned charms that teach us how to make food out of thin air!...wait...heave we...? What if it gets so hot that we sweat all our energy out of our skin and rot here for the rest of our lives...or at least until school opens again in the fall? What if our parents never find us and start freaking out all over the place? What if? WHAT IF! Lily grabbed her head in frustration and let out a distressed scream.

She was currently sitting in the room of her old dormitory, by her window, making a mental list of every bad thing that could happen and all that they would have to do to survive...in each others company, mostly; I think getting along with them is a more grueling concept then finding food, she thought to herself. But I must be rational...I need to think clearly...I know! I'll write mum and dad a letter! She jumped from her seat in the window and rummaged through her bag for some parchment and a quill. When she found both, she sat down and, absentmindedly chewing on the end of the quill, thought hard about what she was going to write.

She wasn't in direful trouble or anything, just in a VERY bad situation. She wanted to stress the importance of getting out (before she went out of her mind), but didn't want to sound as desperate as she actually was. In fact, she was having quite some fun so far (even if it only had been a half hour into their 'struggle'). She was about to start on her cursive 'D' when she faintly heard her name being yelled. What now? She thought, overwhelmed by the mere fact of teenage boys calling her name (which had never happened before, besides Potter's taunting of course) for the first time in a long time. She trudged to the top of the small balcony overlooking the common room and peered down. The three boys were each sitting on a different chair in front of the dormant fireplace and looking up at her.

"What now!" she voiced her thoughts irritably. It was James who spoke.

"Can I...can I speak to you privately for a minute?" Lily raised an eyebrow skeptically but nonetheless plodded down the spiral staircase uncertainly. James stepped through the portrait and Lily followed. He led her to the nearest empty classroom, set a silence charm on the door and turned to look at her fearfully.

"So help me Potter, if you try one inexcusable thing in here alone with me—"

"No! No, of course not, I'd never dream of it." he said genuinely, even if he was somewhat lying. "It's just...well, you were writing to your parents weren't you?" she looked at him angrily shocked.

"You little sneak! How did you know?" she accused him. He shrugged nonchalantly.

"I considered doing the same. I thought, seeing as you were head girl this year, that you would do that because it seemed the only sensible thing to do in this particular situation." she looked completely embarrassed.

"I–Oh." she said lamely, her hand raising a bit, then curling her fingers back and resting her curled fist against her chest. "Well, um, yes of course it is the most sensible thing to do right now, I mean, Our current situation–"

"Don't leave." he said unexpectedly. She looked thoroughly confused.

"Pardon?"

"I–well, um, don't want you to go."

"Potter if this is another excuse to ask me out, it won't–"

"I'm not trying to ask you out...just don't go. Tell them your okay, make up a lie or something, but please..." he looked strait into her emerald eyes, his own filled with pleading, "...don't go."

There was a short pause.

"Okay."

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Wow, that was a lame ending to this chappy. Yes, it took em a while cause I really didn't have an inspiration these past few weeks and I know the chapter is short but...well the next will be longer and more interesting!...I think...

Review please! And don't waist your flames, I'll just use them to make my Smores,

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