Crossing the line

Disclaimer: I do not own these charecters, they are the creation of J.K Rowling. I probably don't even own this plot, so I won't claim that one either.


She felt the blood rush to her head. Her anger swelled inside of her, a beast waiting and begging to be unleashed. As a general rule, Lily was an even tempered girl, but there was something about James Potter. She practically ran down the girls stairs, feeling the quick, agile ticking of her feet landing on each step. She knew very well that there was a good chance that Potters' insufferable room mates would probably be hanging around, but as of this moment, she didn't really care. She rapped on the door with her knuckles and waited for a response.

A silky black head of hair, poked out of the door. The door opened fully, giving Lily no time to think, and standing in front of her was none other than Sirius Black. She flicked her eyes into the room; Peter was lying on his bed, writing what looked like his transfiguration essay. Remus was apparently out, as was Frank, but Lily had already known that he was with Margo. Sirius moved so he was standing in the majority of the doorway, as if to hide the room from her veiw.

"What can I help you with Ms. Evans?" he asked in a sly sort of way

"Where's Potter." She said, trying her best not to glare too much.

"Why do you need him?" he asked

"Look, are you going to tell me or not?" she asked impatiently, knowing that Sirius could keep this up all day.

"I dunno." He said dismissively.

"What do you mean? Of course you know you're his best mate."

"Yes I am. I never really know. Slippery fellow, you know? Generally I just guess, and then there his is. 'Fraid I can't help you if you want to know."

"Where would you guess then?" He narrowed his eyes at her.

"What do you want with him?" Lily was finally fed up with this game

"Fine! I'll find him myself!" She turned on her heel to leave

"Try the quiddich pitch. Jesus." He said to her back, closing the door as he walked back into his room.

Lily strode off towards the quiddich pitch thinking about how she was going to approach Potter and give him a piece of her mind. Her walk became more brisk as she thought about the issue at hand. The boy had nerve. He'd made her life hell. She'd caught him fighting with Severus Snape again, and gave him a detention, which he thought highly unfair and had gotten her back by ruining her date at Hogsmead last weekend. If that hadn't been bad enough, one of her friends from Ravenclaw came to hr crying about some horrible things James had said about her. Fuming once again, Lily found her way to the pitch.

James was alone, walking back to the changing rooms which were to her left. She walked up to greet him. He was wearing his cruddy practice gear that was covered in blood and grass stains with rips in his jersey. She wondered vaguely if he ever washed it.

"Evans." He greeted

"Potter." She said, hoping he wouldn't just walk past her.

"To what do I owe the pleasure?" He asked, walking past her.

"I don't really think it will be a pleasure." She said, stopping.

"Really? And why not?" He said turning, and looking curious.

"Because I've got a fight to pick with you."

"Sorry, Evans, I'm not fighting you. Look, if it's because of that date thing then-"

"It's not just about that. You know Lynda Schlesinger? She heard you talking about her."

"So?" He said indifferently

"She's a human, and cares when you say awful things about her."

"Yeah, well maybe if she weren't so cocky I wouldn't have said those things."

"I hate you." She said, passionately "All you ever care about is yourself. Why don't you step into her shoes before you say anything? Did you ever stop to think about what it might be like for her?"

"Yes, I did. If she thinks she knows the answers, why doesn't she just raise her hand and answer like everyone else?"

"She doesn't like speaking in front of other people."

"Then she can keep her mouth shut. Look, I know I'm being a asshole right now, but honestly, I didn't mean for her to hear. I wouldn't have said it to her face. But that's how I feel. Did you ever stop to think about how I feel?"

"About how you feel?" Lily said incredulously

"Yes." He said smirking "So is it your hobby? Being a hypocrite, I mean."

"Of course I thought about how you felt. But was letting your feelings out really worth making someone cry?"

"Look, I didn't mean to make her cry. I could see how you would be mad if I just walked up to her and told her that, but I didn't. So back off."

"No! God. I. Ugh!"

"Anything you'd like to add to that before I go?" he said, in an arrogant way that made her want to scream

"Yes! I'm tired of the way you always think you're right! You deserved that detention! You didn't need to pay me back by-"

"It was just a bit of fun, okay? Jeff's hand reappeared and everything. Don't hold a grudge, it's unladylike."

"He didn't do anything to you. If you wanted payback you should have done it to me."

"It's not my fault he's a berk. But you, darling, are not a berk, and so I find it much less enjoyable to prank you on such short notice."

Lily stayed silent. This whole thing was a lost cause, she could say anything, and he would just throw it right back. But being who she was, and very stubborn, she replied "That's a lie."

"Come again?" He asked

"You heard me. You love pranking me. You love cursing people in the hallways. You love it because you're an immature git. You'll never grow up, ever."

"Well, what can I say?" He said admittedly.

"Now I can see why Severus hates you." She said, flinching on the inside at the thought of Snape.

"What?" He said in disbelief

"You tease him and prank him and curse him. He has no friends, and if that's not bad enough, you have to torture him." He started walking to the locker rooms pulling her in toe.

"He doesn't have any friends for a reason, Evans" Potter said dryly

"Yeah, because you'll attack them" She said knowing that no one would befriend him anyway

"Are you really that stupid?" He said, pulling the door open for her.

"That's not the point! The point is that you are a coward and Severus can't be expected to stand up to you and all your friends." She turned in the doorway to face him

"Do you honestly think that he's a better person than I am?"

"Yes. I think he has more honor than you do." She said coldly, moving aside to he could get through

"You're a nut." He said throwing his stuff in the first locker, which had been left standing open

"You're a git."

"You're…. You're." He stopped "No. I won't say it, I was brought up better than that."

"Funny, that's news to me."

"Goodbye, Evans." He said coldly,shutting the locker door and walking away.


"I hate James Potter." Lynda sputtered

"Oh, Lynda, what happened?" Lily asked soothingly

"I d-didn't even do anything, stupid g-git. I dunno why I'm so mad about it, its n-not like I care what he thinks."

"Tell me what happened, and I'll tell you if you're over reacting or not."


James was sitting in transfiguration class, trying to find something to do with himself while McGonagall was talking. He was listening, but he didn't know why. It wasn't like this stuff was hard. Sirius was asleep in the corner, Remus was taking notes, and Peter was staring off into space. Everyone else was paying attention, so he figured he might as well look like he was listening.

"What is the equilibrium point for changing pigs into dogs?"

There was silence, no one answered because they were either too shy, or too lazy. No one wanted to break the silence. He heard a murmur behind him, and again, he thought he was going crazy. McGonagall answered her own question and continued.

"What is the simple incantation for changing one species of a related class into another of that same class?"

Then he herd the murmur again "siminassi"

"Anyone?" McGonagall asked

"Siminassi" the murmur again

All through class the person behind him, who he found was an unattractive, nerdy looking girl, who he swore he'd never seen in his entire life, was muttering answers. It was just loud enough for James to hear, every time, they never spoke loud enough for the professor to hear, and had to repeat themselves until someone would answer correctly, and on to the next question. The answers were said at a whisper, which, just itself was annoying, but the answers were also urgent and snappish. After only a little bit, James wanted to turn around and smack the girl tell her to answer louder, or just not answer at all. He didn't know why it annoyed him so much, it just did.

At the end of class McGonagall said something that made James groan and want to cry. "You all will, I think, be staying in these seats for the rest of the year, I like these seats, you are all quiet in them."

James and his buddies headed out of class and down an empty corridor, and conversation began.

"So how was class today padfoot?" Remus asked, punching Sirius in the arm

"aaahhhh, I got a go nap in!" Sirius said stretching. "What about you moony, have a good time studying, then?"

"Oh yes, it was very enlightening, wouldn't you say, Peter?"

"yes of course"

"Oh, shove it, enlightenment is something Peter wouldn't know about!"

"Shutup padfoot, at least I don't take naps during class, I hope you get caught." Peter squeaked.

"What about you, Prongs?" Remus said

"hmm?" James asked, snapping out of his train of thought

"How was class?"

"Oh, rotten. And if that god damned girl keeps it up, it will be for the rest of the year."

"What god damned girl?" Sirius chimed in, hoping it was some new interest

"I don't know her stupid name, she's a wretch though, sits there all class period mumbling the answers to every bloody question McGonagall asks, it's miserable."

"What does she look like?"

"I dunno, she's not very fit, in fact she's not fit at all. She's more like the absence of fit, little nerdy girl."

"Lynda?"

"Err.. sure. She acts like she's a bloddy genius, gift to the world. Yeah, I knew all the answers too, but I don't sit there murmuring them, I'm not rude enough to interrupt peoples learning, and I'm certainly not rude enough to rub the fact that I know the answers in people's faces. I mean, I hate to be the one to stereotype, but aren't the geeky ones supposed to be nice and polite?"

"Not always, some of them are real snobs, the kinda thing you'd expect from the "high end" Slytherins or Ravenclaws." Remus said, smirking.

"Well who the hell cares, I think I'll just move, maybe I'll get Evans to switch with me, you're sitting by her today, right padfoot."

"Yeah, I came in late, remember?"

"Alright, then we're set, I'll just ask Evans tonight at practice."


" I was just going back to class when I heard my name so I turned. They didn't even see me. James called me stupid and nerdy and like I thought I was gods gift the the world! God he should talk. He wants to convince you to switch seats with him. Will you? I just don't think I could face him! I don't know what he was so upset about, I don't like talking in public, but it helps me learn to repeat it. "

"Oh, Lynda, I'm, so sorry. You do have a right to be mad, you were just trying you're best, there's nothing wrong with that!"


Alright, kids. That's the first chap. let me know what you think. I think I'll continue but I want you to tell me if I should even bother.