Green Eyed Shadows

Detention

At 7:02 that night Lily decided that she should head to the Transfiguration classroom for her first ever detention. She breezed through the oak doors, completely ignoring her glaring professor. Sitting down in her usual seat she took out a comb and ran it through her hair several times. She put the comb back in her bag then took out eye liner, mascara, lip gloss, and a small hand mirror. After finishing with her face fifteen minutes later she put all the make-up items back in her bag and took out her nail polish to cover all her phalanges(a word we use often in health—fingers and toes for those of you who don't have our great teachers). It was on her fourth toenail that James had finally found his voice.

"What the hell is that?" he shouted.

Lily looked up in shock. "What is what, Professor?"

"This is a detention," James ground out. "In a detention, one does not paint their face. One does what the teacher tells them to do."

"Well, I've been here for almost a half hour," Lily said calmly. "You hadn't told me to do anything so I just did my own thing."

"YOUR OWN THING?" James shouted. He took a breath to calm himself and started up again in a quieter voice. "I know the two of us don't get along. I don't trust you, and I never will trust you, but one of my best friends has stupidly spilled his soul out to you and I'm trying to accept that. Until then, you will stop pranking in my class and act like the responsible student that the headgirl is supposed to be."

"You arrogant, self-absorbed, selfish…" Lily also took a deep calming breath. "You don't know me. You never will know me. You don't know why I do the things I do or why I am the way I am. News flash, Bud—I don't trust you either. From the moment you first saw me I was one thing to you: a nice piece of flesh to look at. Well, let me tell you something—there's a perfectly capable brain behind this pretty face of mine. And it is able to keep Remus's secret." She gave him a glare that would make Riddle himself quiver in his socks.

"What do you think I am—stupid?" James laughed (not a nice laugh either).

"Well, you're certainly not a nuclear physicist," Lily shot back.

"I'm…hold on. What's a nuclear physicist?" asked a very confused wizard.

"Oh puh-lease," said Lily, rolling her emerald peepers. "I honestly don't know how the wizarding community expects to interact with muggles in times like this if they don't even pay attention to their lifestyles and histories. At least the muggles have fairy tales. Nuclear…atoms…bombs."

James just shrugged his shoulders. "What's a bomb?" he asked, recalling her last word.

"It's an explosion. Kinda like the graduation prank you guys played on the professors, but more dangerous. Atom bombs can wipe out entire cities. Not even magic can save you. It leaves behind a residue that could make you sick."

James pondered this piece of information for a while. He was an auror after all, and weapons were part of the job description, but a muggle weapon that could harm them—he bet the little Ravenclaw was pulling his leg.

(AN- Just to tell you guys, this is not foreshadowing. The only reason I'm adding this is because I have this major test coming up about WWII and big bombs are heavy on the brain.)

"That's just dandy but that has absolutely nothing to do with you putting that clown costume on. I mean, seriously, only scarlet women would go to all that trouble." James said in a patronizing tone.

Lily didn't know whether to laugh or kick him in a very painful spot. So she settled on arguing. "Well, Professor, I'm sure you would know better than anyone wouldn't you? You're a scarlet man if there ever was one!"

James, on the other hand, settled for the laughing. "A scarlet man! Who ever heard of such a thing? Men cannot be scarlet; it's part of their nature to play the field. No one finds anything wrong with that. Besides, part of being a scarlet woman is looking like…well, you. I certainly don't fit the bill."

"Look, why don't we have a truce?" asked Lily. "You give me good grades and no detentions, and I won't spread it around the school that you tried to feel me up or something. Get it? Got it. Good. Now I suppose I'll just be heading off to my common room."

She picked up her bag and breezed over to the door. "Tootles!" she called over her shoulder blowing a kiss to the less-than-amused professor.

"We aren't through yet, Evans!" James whispered to her back.

Lily rolled her eyes as she walked down the hall. Honestly! Who did he think he was? The prime minis—minister of magic? She shook herself slightly at her mistake. Even if it was only in her head if she said something like that out loud she'd be done for. Such muggle things were dirty. But she hadn't been lying when she talked to James—more like yelled—about the atomic bomb. They couldn't defeat Voldemort with magic; he was too strong. But they could kill him in a different way…maybe…she hoped.

Lily's eyes welled up in tears of frustration when she thought of what she had to do with a complete stranger. She was so absorbed with herself that she didn't even notice a certain someone sneaking up behind her.

"Hello my sweet."

She jumped about a mile (not really) into the air and whirled around to face the speaker. When she saw who it was her face burst into a smile while her heart and stomach switched places as if she had just ridden on Splash Mountain.

"Lucious," she said in a cold tone.

"An interesting thing about Hogwarts's wards," the graduated Death Eater said casually, "is that they are very weak when faced by certain people from certain bloodlines."

"Is that so?" she asked in a bored tone. Slytherins didn't show too much emotion even with only their kind about, and Slytherin was what Lily was trying to be.

"There's someone who wants to meet with you. It'll be a few months, but I suggest you prepare yourself for the honor of serving the most powerful being in the world."

The sad part about his speech was that he really believed his words. "I won't be serving him like you Lucious," Lily reminded the man. Malfoy had always protected her and part of her trusted him, even though she knew she shouldn't. It was kind of hard not to when she had been maid of honor at his wedding.

"Yes," he sneered. "I wouldn't mind being in your place. If I was female and that much strength and power was offered to enter me…"

Lily honestly didn't know how she managed not to vomit. "Well, I am looking forward to meeting this man once he arrives, but how is it possible with certain people about?"

"By making certain people unabout, of course," he sneered. "There are many problems our bumbling minister will need assistance from and what better person to call than Albus Dumbledore?"

He slipped under his invisibility cloak and a second later Lily felt strong arms embrace her.

"Hang in there," he whispered. "I know how teenage hormones are hard to keep a lid on, but you will be deflowered soon enough."

And as his footsteps turned the corner at the end of the hall, Lily allowed a tear to escape down her cheek.

Next Morning…

"Oh, Babe, don't stop. That feels so good," James moaned in the early light. He moved his head to allow the tongue better access to his neck. Yeah, you read that right, tongue.

It was a moment before James realized that he hadn't brought anyone home last night, and he couldn't until summer. Celibacy must have been getting to him, he thought. It was a few seconds before he noticed that although he was now awake, his fantasy hadn't stopped. He opened his eyes in confusion.

"SIRIUS ORIAN BLACK! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING IN MY BED?"

The dog in question grinned wol—no, that's Mooney—doggishly at him before turning into a human.

"Ha ha, Prongsie you should have heard yourself. "Oh, yeah, Doll. Did I make your dreams come true. You were amazing. I knew a redhead like you'd be a wildcat.""

"Do you know how disgusting you are? You were licking me. Padfoot, guys don't lick other guys," James said, wiping the dog drool from his face.

"I was a dog, Prongs. You know our animal instincts kind of take over when we transform."

James shrugged and rolled his eyes, telling Sirius in best friend speech that it didn't matter.

"Let's go to breakfast. I'm starving!" Sirius explained halfway out the door.

"Oh so that's why you came! Not to visit me and Mooney, to get food," James laughed.

"I'm a young bachelor who doesn't have a house elf. Who else would feed me?"

James got dressed and the three of them (Remus had joined them) went down to the Great Hall and enjoyed a scrumptious breakfast.

Most of the school was in there eating and no one found it odd that an extra person had been added to the staff table. Sirius Black and James Potter went together like fire and dynamite. And the entire school was waiting for something to explode.

The two teachers and one…umm…not teacher were leaving the hall, when everyone suddenly grew silent. A loud gale of laughter erupted from the Slytherins and was followed by the rest of the school.

The three Marauders looked at one another trying to figure out what was so funny and two of them did.

"What?" James asked annoyed. "Am I missing something?"

"Actually, Prongs," Remus gasped out, "I think you've gained two somethings."

James looked questionably at Sirius. "Look down," was all he managed to say between his laughs.

When James did as he was told he was surprised to find Remus was right: he had gained two somethings. Two somethings that aren't supposed to be on males, were on him, and were very obvious as he was also wearing a tight scarlet dress.

"That's not all of it, Prongsie boy—err girl." Sirius said taking his two-sided mirror out of his pocket.

James grabbed it and looked at what misfortunes had befallen his head. His sexy, messy hair had grown out and was now wavy and stylish—for a girl. Make-up had covered his face, yet it was on so heavily that he looked like someone had taken a paintbrush to him.

Sirius took off a piece of paper that had been taped to his back.

Shag me! I'm a scarlet woman!

"Sorry, I think I'll turn you down on that offer, mate, but Snivvy looks mighty interested.

James crumpled up the piece of paper and looked over at the Ravenclaw table.

Once he spotted the smug face he mouthed, "This means war." And an interesting war it would be.

Author's notes: Thank you for the reviews! I know I haven't been good about updating, but is it so bad that I enjoy reading more than writing? I mean, I know what's going to happen in my story. Heck, I even have a sequal planned out! (Though I don't think that'll make it up here.) well, anyway, thanks again. Love you, peace.

P.S. I got my ears pierced!