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A/N: Here is the third chapter…Sorry it took so long, I've had a severe case of writers block, and I just couldn't seem to settle on the plot. (Although plots aren't really necessary, right?) I think it's rather funny, and I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. And a big thanks to my one reviewer, EyesofEmerald. You made me go fuzzy all over, lol. For all you other slackers who read and didn't review, shame on you…anywho, with out further adieu….
I have replaced this chapter, for I noticed an inconsistency as I was rereading my work, searching for inspiration to write chapter seven. I'm surprised nobody noticed it actually, as I had mentioned three of the Marauders took divination, yet only two were found in class…ah well, it's fixed now…
The vision
"Linnea!" Lily yelled, whipping a pillow at the lump on the bed across from hers. "Wake up! I need to talk to you."
Linnea rolled over in her sleep, clutching the pillow to her chest and mumbling to herself. Lily strained to hear her words.
"Oh, Sirius…you don't have to be so rough…"
Lily cocked an eyebrow in her best friends direction, cracking an amused grin as Linnea murmured for Sirius to come back to bed.
Deciding she didn't want to know any more about the other girl's smarmy fantasies, Lily drew herself from her bed and ripped the blankets off her friend. This successfully got Linnea's attention. She cracked open a sleep filled eyelid and glared at Lily.
"Why, pray tell, did you do that? I didn't have to be up for another…" She glanced at her watch, "one minute and forty seven seconds. How rude…"
"Well gee, Linnea. Call me crazy, but I didn't fancy hearing about your nighttime trysts with one Sirius Black."
Linnea's face brightened at the mention of her secret love, but paled considerable after she comprehended what Lily had said.
"What…? What?"
"Oh, you know what I'm talking about," said Lily, wrapping her arms around herself and moaning. "Oh, Sirius…don't stop…yeah, right there…"
Lily was quickly cut off from her impression by a well-placed pillow in the head.
"Keep it up," Linnea threatened, "And next time it'll be your copy of Hogwarts, A History hurling towards your cranium. I do not like Sirius Black!"
"You, my friend, are in some Sirius denial."
Lily sighted and sat back down on her bed, studying her friend to take in her new appearance. She had colored and chopped her hair over the summer, so it now glowed a vibrant auburn, and stuck out in all directions at about nose level. Her height hadn't changed, however. She still stood at an infinitesimal 5'4. Her eyed had remained the same also. A beautiful hazel with flecks of green and gold, almost like James'. Only his were a bit more striking, set off by his dark hair, which was constantly hanging in those gorgeous eyes…
"Ah!" Lily shrieked. "Get out of my brain!"
" 'S matter?" Linnea asked groggily, sitting up once more on the bed. Apparently she had dozed off once more during Lily's little daydream about James.
"Potter," Lily spat, as if this explained it all.
"Oh, yes. I completely understand now."
Lily just rolled her eyes.
"Well, what is it exactly that's bothering you about him? Is he asking you out again?"
"No."
"Pranking everyone in his path?"
"No."
"Beating you with the blunt end of a broomstick?"
"No!"
"Then what is your issue!?"
"He's being…James." Lily answered lamely.
It was now Linnea's turn to roll her eyes. "Of course! A fantastic reason to hate someone! For being themselves…honestly."
"You know how much he bugs me with his-his arrogance, and his cruelty…" And his incredible hottness, Lily added to herself.
"You know what I think, Lils? Maybe you should try to be friends with him this year. I mean, he's not particularly mean anymore, and he is head boy, so you'll be spending a lot of time together. It'd probably be in your best interests just to get along. Now hurry up and get dressed. I'm hungry."
The two girls dressed hurriedly and made their way down to the Great Hall. Much to Linnea's delight, and Lily's dismay, the Marauders were already holding court at the Gryffindor table, greeting the many people who came to pay their respects upon their return to Hogwarts.
Lily took a seat as far away from James as possible, so as not to be distracted from her kippers when he showed off his many assets.
"Look at them," Lily spat, disgust in her voice.
"I am," Linnea said, with a dreamy look in her eyes.
"You're useless," Lily teased with a smile.
Linnea shrugged, as if she'd known that for ages, and continued to stare down the table.
"If you like him so much, why don't you just ask him out?"
Linnea tore her gaze away from Sirius to stare at her friend, with a look on her face that much resembled a unicorn caught in the headlights.
"Shh! There is a reason why this is a secret crush! Because it's secret!"
"Wimp."
"You're not so brave yourself Lils. Who've you asked out lately?"
"I'm not interested in anyone at the moment," Lily responded, trying to sound aloof.
Linnea simply rolled her eyes again. There seemed to be a lot of that going on this morning.
"Just seems to me that we've got a small case of pot calling the cauldron black…"
Lily decided to quickly change the subject before Linnea decided to delve deeper into that particular subject. "So, what've we got first this week?'
Linnea glanced down at their schedule and then moaned pitifully. "Ugh, double potions first thing? Kill me. Please, just kill me now. And we're still with the Slytherins. This is going to be one hell of a year…"
"Is there some sort of unwritten rule somewhere that says Gryffindors and Slytherins must be together in potions? If there is, I'd like to motion for an appeal…do we make up for it in the afternoon?"
"Sorry to say, but no. After lunch you go to divination and me to ancient runes."
Those were the only two classes the two friends didn't share. Lily, being muggle born, did not realize that divination was in actuality a load of dragon dung, and her dear friend hadn't bothered to inform her. To worsen the matter, the only Gryffindors taking the subject in seventh year were James Potter, and Sirius Black. And, to worsen the matter ever the more, Lily usually ended up partnering with this insufferable know it all Ravenclaw named Aaron Seeburger.
"But never fear!" Linnea deadpanned, and Lily returned from her thoughts. "For after that, we'll have a rousing session of History of Magic!"
Lily groaned and stood from the table, taking one last bite of toast.
"Let's get this day over with."
Oh how she hated Mondays.
James made his way from the Great Hall accompanied by his fellow Marauders. He couldn't say he was particularly pleased with the first part the Gryffindor class schedule, but the second half was prime time for napping.
The four boys made their way down to the dungeons with the rest of the Gryffindor seventh years. As they made their way deeper into the castle, James could feel the temperature slowly dropping, and by the time they reached the classroom, James had goose bumps on his forearms. He was in for a long, cold couple of hours.
Amazingly enough, though, the frigid class passed quickly enough, and before James knew it, they had eaten lunch and he, Sirius, and Peter, were making their way to the top of North tower.
"So, Padfoot old friend, are you ready for another year of make believe and the best naps you'll ever take?"
"Reckon I am, Prongs," Sirius responded, climbing through the trap door. "Reckon I am…"
The two boys walked through the stuffy classroom and sat themselves on two poufs as far away as possible from Madame Majesta, their professor.
Its not that they didn't like her…but actually…yeah, they didn't. The woman was a little creepy. She constantly talked in a fake misty voice and kept predicting an early death for Lily. While it was fun to watch Lily's face go ashen the first time, she and quickly realized that divination was a load of crock. As a result, she had resorted to giving Madame Majesta withering looks. This wasn't nearly as interesting to James.
"Greetings, my dears," came Majesta's misty voice as soon as the class had settled in. "I was consulting my crystal late last night, and to my surprise, I saw us starting with a review. Today we will be revisiting the crystal ball, so kindly turn your attentions towards them."
James looked into the swirling mass of fog and sighed exasperatedly.
"You first, or shall I?"
"Be my guest, Prongs," Sirius said graciously.
James leaned very far over the crystal ball and looked into it with a mimed look of concentration.
"I don't believe it!" James exclaimed, bending closer to the ball. "I see something…"
"Don't be thick, James. Of course you don't."
"No, really!" James insisted. "It's a person…no, an ogre…no wait, a person. He's just an ugly git…he's tall…shaggy black hair…maybe blue eyes…"
"Go on!" Sirius encouraged, excited at least someone had finally seen an actual vision.
"And he changes into a flea-ridden mutt once a month…"
"I don't have flea's you great prat!" Sirius laughed, cottoning on.
James leaned back into his pouf with a smile to let Sirius have a go and immediately turned his eyes to Lily. She wasn't sitting far from them, only a few poufs down. She was partnered, as usual, by a Ravenclaw named Aaron Seeburger. He wasn't a bad guy, really, aside from the fact that he had an ego to rival James' own.
Although James did seem to hate him rather a lot right now, as he was sitting very near Lily, apparently murmuring in her ear what he saw in the crystal. James' stomach did a funny little flip flop at the pair huddled so close. He felt his hands form fists and was seriously considering giving Aaron an up close and personal view of one of them when Lily shoved him away from her, rolling her eyes.
"For Merlin's sake, Aaron! You're never going to see any prophecy in a crystal ball, let alone one involving you, me, and a broom closet…"
"Oh good," James thought dully. "So it's not just me she refuses to go out with."
"My dear!" came Madame Majesta's voice, her misty tones floating through the room. She had joined Lily and Aaron, gazing with interest at the red-headed girl. "Have the fates revealed a secret to you, my little pet?"
"No," Lily answered waspishly.
"Well then have a look! Open your Inner Eye and See what they have to offer…"
Every person's attention was fixed on Lily as she sighed and leaned over her crystal ball.
"That's it, that's it…" Majesta sighed. "Just breathe and lose yourself in the fog that is the future."
Lily looked into the crystal with an almost bored expression on her face. And then it changed. Her expression that is. Her eyebrows shot up in surprise and she put both hands on the crystal ball, practically pressing her nose to the thing.
"No…" she scoffed, in an amazed sort of voice, bringing the glass ball still nearer. She looked into it for a few more seconds, her lips doing a funny sort of wordless movement.
"No! That would never happen!"
Lily pushed the crystal ball as far away down the table as she could and quickly stood form her pouf, grabbing her bag. James just looked at her in worriedly, she was really freaking out!
"What my dear! What did you see?"
Lily cast a terrified look at James, and he held her gaze, wondering what in Hades' name she had just seen. But Lily quickly broke off their staring contest, mumbling something about a headache before bolting to the exit.
"Wait! I must interpret the vision the Fates have most generously bestowed upon you!"
But it was too late. Before Majesta had even finished her plea Lily slammed the trap door and James could hear her climbing quickly down the ladder.
"Well, I never…" Majesta huffed, clearly off put by Lily's odd behavior.
"What was that all about?" James asked, still staring at the spot Lily had previously occupied.
"I dunno, mate," Sirius answered. "I expect she actually saw something in a crystal ball, and that's enough to freak anybody out…"
"But why did she look at me like that?"
"Suspect it involved you, Prongs." Sirius answered logically.
Lily stormed through the halls of Hogwarts, not really caring where she was going, until finally she slumped down onto the stairs leading up to the Gryffindor Tower and buried her head in her hands. "Why?" She thought, "Why do my dreams have to follow me wherever I go?"