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A/N - Just a little Authors Note.
Thanks to my first reviews:
Larney - Glad you like it XD.
Bob Smith - Don't rub out the flowers. And I updated (finally).
This story does get a lot more serious and the plot of this story may be a bit hard to grasp. Just bear with me and my second crack at a fan fiction.
Sorry this took a while for me to post. This was a particularly difficult chapter to start (many ways to start) and I had some flaws in the plot that I needed to fix up, not to mention school work. But anyway, I updated so ENJOY!

Chapter Two


She made her way as stealthily as possible, following David Snoot, down the dark and cold corridors of Hogwarts, her footsteps muffled (thankfully) on the same red carpet that was seen every year that would have supplied the only source of warmth in the corridors, apart from the occasional fire places and torches scattered here and there. Perhaps the odd heating charm - but warmth was the last thing on her mind.

David quickened his pace, so the person in question lengthened her strides. It was essential that the she did not lose track of David. He seemed uneasy, as though he knew someone was following him. She smirked and started to jog up to him. David suddenly froze and spun around, though stumbled and fell over. Thankful for this diversion, she rammed herself against the wall forcefully. It was a miracle Snoot hadn't heard her.
'Note to self,' she thought, 'don't jog..' She let out a relieved sigh, glad to have gone unnoticed - so far. She looked over her shoulder and realised a suit of armour to her side now blocked her view. She heard Snoots footsteps begin and thought he must have been running, for her to be able to hear his each and every move over the carpet, and as quickly, though quietly, as possible, she followed.

David had short black hair with crescent-shaped eyes that were a unique, intense, dark blue. He was a sixth year Hufflepuff who seemed to have hardly any interests and basically no personality.

After a great deal of walking and hiding amongst the shadows, a sound met her ears, and caused her to halt.

"What a mystery…" she heard someone babble from a ladder, leading up to none other than Professor Egglestick, the Divination teachers classroom. She had been so intent on following David to his destination she hadn't noticed where they were actually going. She now saw where they were, and hid in the bold shadow, cast by the light of the moon, of a huge window. She watched as David hoisted himself hastily up the ladder, and watched with glee as he dropped his bag on the floor.

Lily and James were doing midnight patrol, that went until 1am. James kept on making attempts at conversations, which Lily ignored.

They finally reached the corridor that held the Girl Bathroom 'Thank god! Anything to get away from him for a while…' thought Lily.

"Potter, I just need to duck into the ladies. Won't be a sec… " said Lily, hurrying away.

"Oh okay. Sure, I'll just… wait outside and if a Slyther- I mean, student comes by…" she drowned out the rest of his words by slamming the doors of the bathroom shut. She let out a long sigh and rested her head on the door for a moment.

"Not much longer until the patrols are over…" she reassured herself. She lifted her head up from the door, and turned around. An unusual sight met her eyes. One you would not come across everyday. She walked forward. On the floor lay soaking wet books. She looked up and saw pages on the ceiling. She looked ahead of her and saw ink smeared on the mirrors. She turned around and saw bag in the corner of the room that had been ripped in two. She looked to the far-side of the room and saw quills bent and soaked in ink and some without feathers. She walked up and looked into the sink, and found a wand that someone had attempted to shove down the sink, but without success. Lily picked up the wand and put it into her pocket. The walls had all been smeared in ink.

"POTTER! GET IN HERE NOW!" she shrieked, looking down at the floor with her back to the door. She heard the doors being opened forcefully and, after a brief moment, felt warm hand slip around her waist, sending uncontrollable shivers down her neck, all the way to her toes. Her breath caught in her throat and she stood with her heart beating lightly though effectively in her chest. She was momentarily paralysed with an unfamiliar feeling running through her.

"You called, Miss Evans?" came the seductive whisper of James. She was thankful, for a moment, that he was holding her up, because she felt sure that if he had not been, she would have fallen over and giggled like a madwoman. Lily snapped out of her trance and spun out of James' arms, quicker than you could say 'quick'. Unfortunately, her short, red pleated school skirt flew up, showing Lily's underwear. Lily let out a scream of surprise and hurriedly put her hand on her skirt, as if to lower it from the air. James just stared with a huge grin on his face.

"Potter! You bloody pervert!" screamed Lily, going bright red.

"I didn't do anything!" protested James, slyly.

"You caused me to do that!"spat Lily.

"What the bloody hell happened here!" asked James suddenly, indicating the bathroom.

"That's the reason I called you in here before," sniffed Lily, "and then you came and bloody-"

"Wait a minute! You didn't even react until about 10 seconds later! And then you pirouetted like some gorgeous ballerina…"

"Spare me," snapped Lily, whose face was still as bright as it was when she had 'pirouetted'.

James turned around, resigned from the argument. He let out a slight chuckle.

"Hey, this is our job right? We've got to figure out who did this-"

"Another thing your responsible for!" seethed Lily, still angry at James and keen to be difficult. "You hadn't even consulted me about doing the job! Just agreed to it on the spot." Lily opened her mouth and took a huge breath, ready to continue rambling. 'She's bloody impossible!' thought James. He knew that he had better interrupt, if he didn't want to endure a lecture."Well, I'd say whoever did this was really… frustrated, or angry." James mocked Lily. She just glowered. "Oh come on Lily! Focus on the task ahead! What do we know so far? Its probably a girl. It was done today, not too long ago, I would guess…"

"Definitely a girl," Lily said, sounding a bit disgusted. James turned around to face her and saw that she was holding a lengthy strand of black hair that was dripping in ink. It was about 2 foot long.

"Your right… no bloke in Hogwarts has hair as long as that." commented James.

"I'll go andrinse it, to see what colour it is. Meanwhile you look around… Oh, I've got a wand in my pocket. I found it half shoved down a sink in here."

James didn't comment. He looked in all the ink patterns on the walls and floors, and found many more hairs, of about the same length that Lily found. They appeared to be black, but once washed turned out to be a very blonde colour, though still effected slightly by the ink.

"Lily! There is hair bloody everywhere! Its all the same length, all the same colour…"

Lily grabbed a broken quill and dabbed it in some ink, on the walls. She wrote down everything on her hand.

"It's a girl with blonde hair… angry… suffers from… hair loss?"

"That's about it. I'll check on one of these books, see if I can get name from it…" muttered James. He bent down and picked up a very wet, potions book. He opened the cover and found a smeared name on the front.

"This blokes name is David Snoot… ever heard of him?" asked James, surveying the book.

There was no answer from Lily. James turned around and saw her. She stood hunched over the sink, with a pained look across her face.

"Are you alright Lily?" asked James softly, coming up behind her and clasping her shoulder with those warm hands of his. As soon as he contacted her, she let out a sharp, croaky rasp, and turned around. James thought he saw a bright colour shoot across her eyes that temporarily blinded him with a blue-green colour. Her eyes had seemed a dark brown… different from her usual bright green. Though after a second he thought he must have imagined it. Lily only looked frail and tired, and her eyes were far from brown. A very light, intensive green.

"Yeah… I just want to go to bed… I think we've done all we can here." she murmured.

"Uh… okay. The person who this attack was aimed at… his name is David Snoot."

"So you said. We'll look for him tomorrow… Good night, Potter," yawned Lily, walking unevenly towards the door, and leaving a very confused James to clean the girls bathroom.

A/N: Remember to review, or no updating ;). Positive and negative feedback appreciated.

Ron Lover 2005