Title: Forgotten Dreams
Rating: PG-13 for child abuse, drug usage, suggestive themes and slight language.
Summery: Sixth year has just begun for the original marauders and their year. Lily Evans is nothing but a wallflower. Nobody even knows she exists. James Potter is the exact opposite. He's rich, he's popular, and he's perfect. Everyone knows who James Potter is. But sixth year comes and it brings changes with it. What happens when fate brings these two together? Who knows? Not I. (AU. Oh, and by the way, Peter Pettigrew is a Slytherin in this. He is not close friends with James and co. Not now, not EVER! )

Chapter Five

Bring It On

The first Quidditch match of the season was to take place on November 19th. It was October 19th. And there had yet to be a Gryffindor practice. Which meant that James Andrew Potter was in a very bad mood. No. He was in a rage. At 5 AM, James was up, wide awake, shaking Sebastian Du Ponte from his dreams.

"Wake up. WAKE UP!"

Sebastian groaned and waved an arm in James face, making a very rude gesture and then rolling over, snoring. James scowled and then resorted to what his mother used to do to him. He picked up the edge of the mattress and lifted it up. Sebastian rolled out of bed and landed in a lump. He groaned and looked around.

"What's your problem Captain? It's 5 frickin' AM."

"WE HAVE NOT HAD ONE SINGLE PRACTICE. THE ENTIRE TEAM IS EFFIN PRACTICING TODAY, NOW, AND I DON'T GIVE A DAMN IF YOU HAVE A PROBLEM WITH THAT. YOU ARE GOING TO THIS PRACTICE."
And, as Sebastian had now pulled on his Quidditch robes, in pure fear of the tall, angry teenager standing before him, James pulled Sebastian down the stairs. Lily, Marie, Sandy Davis, Kevin Aeons and Molly Prewett were all lying atop of each other on the couch. James pulled on the person at the bottom of the pile. Lily sprawled out on the floor before him, half asleep, her red hair coming out of it's messy bun.

"Hallo C…co…captain…"

She yawned and then shrieked as the pile of half asleep 15, 16 and 17 year olds fell on top of her, all groaning.

"Ow…ow…GET THE FRIGGIN HELL OFF ME PEOPLE!"

Lily was, once again, squished and James, watching his new chaser struggle for both air and freedom, pulled her out. And again, they were in that position where their faces were mere inches apart. Lily's startling green eyes staring into James's hazel ones. And suddenly, she spun around to rescue Marie from the depths of the pile, leaving James staring at the spot where her eyes had been. Sebastian was standing nearby, watching James with a smug look on his face. To think, James Potter was standing with the three people who were making his pranks look like small cheese and not even realizing it. To think that he had just been staring into the eyes of the mastermind of the entire plot, Lily Evans. In Marie's mind, similar thoughts ran through her mind. Lily, however, was still trying to rescue her friend. Kevin Aeons was atop her, and on him, Shelly Davis, who was being sandwiched by Molly Prewett. It was quiet the calamity.

Several bruises and twenty minutes later the Gryffindor Quidditch team was in the air. Well, sort of. At 5:48 AM, nobody besides James was really councious. But the team cooperated. They wanted to be back inside, back in bed. They flew like champions and at 7, James sent them back inside. Three of them left happily, but four stayed behind. Marie, Sebastian and Lily were huddled in the centre of the pitch, whispering fast in French. James had stayed behind because Sirius and Remus, perky and bouncy as always, had come down to discuss the possible identities of the members of Pranksters Inc.

"James…who are they?"

Sirius pointed towards Marie, Sebastian and Lily. Remus, however, was staring at Marie, apartantly awestruck.

"Lily…Black is pointing at us…"

Sebastian pointed at Sirius. Marie was to busy staring at Remus to really pay attention.

"Remus!"

"Marie!"

"What?

"Yeah?"

"STOP STARING!"

Lily and James both yelled at their respective friends. They both started and looked around. Then simply shrugged and turned to their respective comrades.

"Anyway. Back to our statistics. I can't think of ANYONE in our house who'd turn against us. None of the seventh years would. They all follow Jarod around like loyal puppies and frown at mischief. It can only be someone from our year…Then…"

James paused and started running through names in his head, when Remus spoke in a hoarse whisper,

"Them."

"Who?"

"Them."

Remus pointed to Lily, who was cackling evilly; Marie, who was now scribbling furiously on a piece of parchment she had summoned; and Sebastian, who was whispering heatedly. James stared.

"Them!"

"Yes. Them. Lily Evans and Marie Du Ponte are the only girls who don't follow you around like idiotic lovesick bimbos. Sebastian never made a point to talk to you, even after he found out that you were a Marauder. And several of my books have gone missing. The ones with the more advanced PRANKING spells. We've been duped James."

"THEM!"

"Yes you idiot. Them…"

"But…but…"

And even as James tried to argue, he knew that Remus was, as usual, correct. Everything he had said added up. James stood up.
"James…where are you going?"
"To confront the enemy."
"Whaaat!"

Remus stared blankly as James strode across the pitch to Lily, Marie and Sebastian. They stared at him as he approached. In a soft, menacing whisper, James spoke,

"Hello Pranksters Inc."

Marie and Sebastian simply stared but Lily was actually grinning.
"Took you long enough, Prongs. I really thought you were smarter then that. I mean, I know I am. I know everything."
She hissed the final word in his ear. Her hands were resting on his chest, her mouth up by his ear. He started and stared at her.
"Everything Potter. I know about Remus, about you and Sirius. I know."

With a classy smirk, Lily grabbed Marie and Sebastian's arms and walked away with them. James stared dumbly after the bouncing red hair. The sound of light footsteps came from behind him. Remus and Sirius.

"James, wha—"

"Evans knows."

"About what?"

"Remus. And Sirius and me."

"About…me being a…a…werewolf!"

"And me being an…animagus…?"

"Yes. And I don't know how she knows…but she does…"

James watched as three figures remounted brooms and took off into the air. But he only saw one. Long red hair, that pale, icy skin that shone in the morning sun.

"James…JAMO….Jamsie…Jami?"

"Huh…Did you just call me Jami? Jammy!"

"Uh…"

"Uhhh?"

"Uh…yeah…"

"Sirius. Get onto a broom."
"Why?"

"And fly as fast as you can. Because I'm going to kill you."

And Sirius took off, leaving James and Remus on the ground. James sat on his floating broom and watched Sirius fly into a cloud.
"Aren't you going after him?"

"Nah."

"Potter, you are a cruel friend."
"Why, that's the nicest thing anyone's ever said to me!"

"Not surprising."

"Eh?"

James looked around and saw Lily, sitting on her broom, a few feet away.
"What'd you say Evans?"
"Need I repeat myself? I said 'not surprising'. Need your ears checked Potter? I know a GREAT spell! Here. SCORGIFY ALMOS."

She pointed her hand (yes, hand. Not wand.) at James ear. Water sprayed out of them. James howled and hoped around as Lily chuckled.

"Tapers Aslop!"

James howled, still clutching his ears. Lily shrieked as she was flung into the air. And then fell, at least 20 feet, to the ground. Grabbing her broom, she missed hitting the pitch by inches. Marie grabbed Sebastian as he tried to jump on James.

"ITS ON NOW. IT'S ON POTTER."

"BRING IT ON, EVANS, BRING IT ON!"

And so began to rivelry and hate of Lily Marie Evans and James Andrew Potter.

a/n: Well, here ya go. Two chapters in one day. It'll be like this for a while, as previously stated. By the way, TWO CHAPTERS OF BONDS OF LOVE WERE PUT UP! Dance, sing, be merry! Mua ha ha! For now…-foreshadowing music- -evil cackle- -hacking cough- Ew…is that…a…PLOT BUNNY…AHHHH –coughs up plot bunnies- AHHHHH…-screams- -see's bunnies coming through the doors and windows of her writing room- Oh no! –runs away screaming-

Voice 12: -enters room- Muse is not insane. She is the thin line between sanity and insanity. I am voice 12 and I shall be taking care of you lifeless readers whle Muse is screaming for help.

Muse; HELP ME….

Voice 13: 12, why aren't you helping Muse?
Voice 12: Because I'm taking care of these pathetic, lifeless losers that Muse adores and is secretly afraid of.

Muse; WELL IT'S NOT A SECRET ANYMORE, NOW IS IT? –screaming continues-

Voice 12: Oops…well, I'm watching these readers that Muse adores, but is afraid will come after her and force her to write if she keeps up these two month periods where she doesn't update.

Voice 13: GO HELP YOU IDIOT!

Voice 12: Fine fine…Bossy boots.

Voice 13: Shut up. –turns to readers- We, the voices, are very sorry for this strange scene. Thank you.

-Both voices walk out of the room to save Muse-