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Dumbledore sat in front of the great hall, watching his students curiously. The Ravenclaws were quiet, using every second to study for the last day of exams. The Slytherins hissed to one another while watching the rest of the hall with disgust. It seemed that the division amongst the houses was growing ever more prominent as Tom's power grew. The Hufflepuffs talked amiably amongst themselves. A rather festive group of boys gathered around Amos Diggory. A sixth year. He was a chaser on the quidditch team and sure to be captain the next year. Many of his fellow students were quite smitten with him. Dumbledore chuckled to himself. Although Diggory was a big fish in the pond, he was nothing compared to the Marauders.

The Gryffindor table was alive with energy, as always. Students chatted excitedly about the summer adventures awaiting them. The four boys were gathered in a tight group, oblivious to the rest of the world. Sirius Black stood, his hands waving in the air excitedly as he explained some misadventure he had had or some girl he had conquered. But there seemed to be a bit less life over the last month or so. James Potter sat laughing half heartedly at what Sirius was saying. He stopped laughing and glanced over at Lily Evans. He frowned slightly and refocused his attention on his friends. It was obvious it had taken some considerable effort to peel his eyes away from the young girl.

Lily Evans had been increasingly silent. He watched as she glanced over at the young boy with raven black hair. She frowned and forced her attention back to her friends. Dumbledore sighed to himself, discontented. The two young students hadn't had any interactions in the Great Hall since the duel. James was usually fluttering about Ms. Evans. Asking her out in various different displays of affection. The two seemed to be at a stand still.

"Minerva," Dumbledore turned to face the woman next to him, "Have Ms. Evans and Mr. Potter interacted in your class lately?"

"No. It's been strangely quiet. I'm not sure what to think of it, really," She mused.

"Interesting," Dumbledore said, mostly to himself.

Amos Diggory stood and a great cheer broke out from the Hufflepuff boys as he made his way over to the Gryffindor table. The hall was silent as all eyes watched the boy stop behind Lily Evans and tap her on the shoulder. She turned to face him and he gave a soft smile.

"Lily," his voice echoed, "Would you like to go out with me?"

Every head in the hall simultaneous snapped over to none other than James Potter. James had grown a reputation for fending off any suitors of Lily's and had proclaimed her his property rather early on in their school career. No boy had ever made it through the Mauredore defenses, until now.

Dumbledore watched, intrigued, as James Potter stared pointedly at his food. Though he did not eat any of it. The three boys rearranged their seating, blocking Lily from James' sight. Shielding him from the inevitable pain.

Lily finally broke the silence.

"Thank you very much for your offer, but no thank you," She practically whispered, but everyone heard.

Lily stood grabbed her books and walked out of the Great Hall without looking back. As Mr. Diggory slumped back over to his friends, Dumbledore noticed the untouched food on Ms. Evans plate.

He frowned. Something had to be done. Dumbledore thought to himself. How could he force them to interact? Something had to break the ice in order for Hogwarts to continue in the affectionately loud and entertaining way that it normally did. Dumbledore wasn't an idiot. He knew that there was no hope for this year. It was already the last day of classes, after all, and tomorrow the students would wake early and be on their way home for the summer. He sighed. It was not a big secret that Ms. Evans parents had passed away and Dumbledore knew of Petunia's jealous ways. He didn't want her to have to go home to her sister for the entire summer, but what else was there to do? One last summer in her childhood home, haunted by the memories of happier times. Lily needed James. She needed happiness, silliness and laughter. All of the things that James exuded. Or used to be. They needed each other.

And then an idea hit him. Lily Evans was the obvious choice for Head Girl next year. She had earned it. Her perfect grades were paired with a kindness so unlike any other. She could see the good in anyone and didn't rest until they saw it themselves. But James Potter, could very well be Head Boy. He had grown over this last year, that was evident enough. But there was more to it than that. He had natural leadership skills. The students adored him and not just the girls. Dumbledore contemplated the way that James had saved Severus Snape's life, while holding the Marauders together during the rough patch. He saw how protective he was over Ms. Evans and how he had single handedly taken the blame for her injuries. Even though, Dumbledore knew that Mr. Snape had been throwing around some rather choice words. Yes! James Potter would be a great Head Boy.

He smiled to himself as he watched the boy with messy black hair push his food around his plate with a frown. By this time next year, if all went well, both James and Lily would be eating normally.

Dumbledore was sure of it.

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