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A/N: READ THIS! Kay, so I made a couple of mistakes in these last chappies. Um, first, I'd like to point out that I reintroduced Lily as Scar Evans, but her new name is SCAR AVENS. Second, in an earlier chapter, I said Lily was the Slytherin Seeker, but in the last chapter, I said she was Keeper. Lily Evans was Slytherin KEEPER before she disappeared. Sorry for any other mistakes I made, PLEASE point them out to me (I'm blind to my own mistakes!). The only reason I noticed the Seeker/Keeper mistake was because of my most faithful reviewer, Cluelessbystander. THANX ELLI!
NOVEMBER 20TH SIXTH YEAR
Scar tried to kiss Diggory back as he pinned her against the alley wall. She really did. But every time their lips touched, she had an intense longing for James. Every time she looked into Amos's eyes, she compared them to James's hazel orbs. What the hell was wrong with her? Here she was, in an alley, with a totally hott specimen. So why wasn't she happy?
Could it be that she was tired of her double life? That she wanted to cave, let herself get attached to James? She couldn't make sense of anything. How could she? Her life was rather messed up. Scar pulled away from Diggory.
"I am zorry, Amoz, I 'ave to go."
"What? Why?"
Damn Hufflepuffs. Because you're an annoying ass… "I can not do zis right now."
"Next Hogsmeade, then?"
Um, noooooooo… "You know, I am not zure eef zat's good for me. But I really have to go right now."
"Why?"
Because your cologne is suffocating me. "Because… I… er… Forgot to do my Charmz 'omework." A thinly veiled lie… probably enough to pass by him…
"Oh. Okay, then. I'll see you around."
Not. "Bye Amoz." I hope your tie chokes you…
Lily was sipping a butterbeer thoughtfully when the sound of scraping chairs brought her out of her reverie. She looked up to see the Marauders arrange themselves around her. She tried to grin up at them.
"Bug bite, Avens?" asked Remus, sniggering.
"What?" she asked, confused.
"You have a hickey," clarified Sirius.
Scar blushed bright red. James looked away. "I guezz you could call eet a bug bite."
"Bad date?" asked James hopefully.
"Ze worzt."
James tried not to grin, truly he did. He took a swig of butterbeer to hide it. He looked up to see Scar's bright eyes on him.
"What?"
She turned quickly away. "Nozzing. You juzt… remind me of zomeone I knew once, iz all…"
Sirius and Remus exchanged glances. They had to start forcing these two apart… soon. Much longer and they'd be practically inseparable. Remus nodded and Sirius stood up.
"Scar? Can I have a word?"
"Sure…" she stood and followed Sirius outside. He led her around the side of the Three Broomsticks. She didn't see him whip out his wand, but before she knew it, it was pointed at her throat and he was backing her into the dark, out of sight of passerby.
"What are you doing with James? Planning to flirt, seduce, and dump? Because that's what your type does."
"Sirius—"
"Don't 'Sirius' me! You disgust me. And don't give me those doe eyes either—it just makes me wanna kill a deer. Anyone with half a brain can tell you're hiding something. I think it's something that might hurt James. You're going to tell me what it is, or I'm going to hex it out of you."
Scar looked into his cold eyes and knew he was being… serious. "I—I cannot tell you. Nor can I tell Jamez."
"We, the Marauders, can't allow you to see him, then. He committed himself to one girl; promised to love her forever. That's not going to change, even if he thinks he's in love with some Bambi eyed redhead."
Scar felt like screaming 'I'M THE EFFING GIRL HE'S IN LOVE WITH, YOU PRAT!', but restrained herself.
"You cannot ztop me from zeeing 'im."
"But we can ruin your reputation so he'll never want to see you again."
"I cannot tell you. Pleaze, you muzt underztand!"
"You will never amount to anything Lily was. You're not good enough for him," was Sirius's unyielding answer.
Scar was close to tears. She was sworn not to tell anyone who she was. But if she didn't, she lost James…
"Fine. I will not zee 'im again." She held her hand out, and Sirius shook it. She had given in. Put what she was told to do before what she wanted to do. For once in her life, she didn't get what she wanted. "Eet looks like your plan worked."
Sirius tried to look confused. "Wh—what plan?"
Scar snorted. "Pleaze, do not inzult me any more zan you already 'ave. Operation: Keep Jamez Away From Scarlet. I am not deaf, nor am I blind. I knew you would one day turn on me, Son Of a Bitch. Accentz on ze capeetals." Sirius was cutely confused. "Don't worry. By ze time you 'ave feegured it out, I will be long gone."
"I'm sorry it has to be this way."
"Az am I. Az am I."