A/N: THIS CHAPTER IS TOTALLY DEDICATED TO LAUREN EFFING THOMAS, THE BFG! 3 we thought of the first part together…pretty funny stuff.
Lions and Bludgers
"Lily!" Sirius called after the redhead as she climbed through the Heads portrait hole.
"What do you want?" Lily spat bitterly as Sirius ran up to her. One of her legs was hoisted up in the passageway through the portrait hole. Her arms were stretched above her, hands grasping the top of the hole and waiting to pull her up.
"Can I come in?" he said, gesturing to the portrait hole awkwardly. "I need to talk to you about something."
"If it's about a new hairstyle, then forget it," Lily said viciously, looking at Sirius in disgust and hoisting herself up through the portrait hole.
Sirius was quick, though, and he climbed in after her before the portrait swung shut. He looked around him before sitting on the plush, red armchair situated nearest him. Lily sat in the armchair across from him with a prominent scowl upon her face. The room was darkened due to the consistent storm clouds that hung low in the sky. "What do you want?" she asked, avoiding his gaze.
"Why did you break up with James?" Sirius asked her, his words gushing out of his mouth angrily. "Why did Jocelyn do what she did to Remus?"
Lily looked flabbergasted. "What did Jocelyn do?" she asked quietly, forgetting that she was supposed to be mad at Sirius for being friends with James.
Sirius turned slightly pink and did not answer her. "Never mind that now," Sirius said, waving a hand to dismiss the subject. "Why did you break up with James?" He leaned forward in his armchair and rested his elbows against his thighs, staring at Lily intently. She tried to look him in the eye, but found she couldn't. Her gaze faltered and she stared angrily at her own feet.
"I don't think that's any of your business," Lily said waspishly, folding her arms across her chest stubbornly.
"I think it is," Sirius said loudly, standing up abruptly, "seeing as he's my best mate!"
"I think you're a jerk!" Lily shouted angrily, getting more frustrated with Sirius (if that was even possible).
"I'm not a jerk!" Sirius exclaimed indignantly, though a smirk tugged at the corners of his lips. "I'm an S.O.B.! A son of a—"
"Don't even say it!" Lily said, holding up her hand and standing up to walk towards the staircase behind her that led up to her dormitory.
"BLACK! I was going to say BLACK!" Sirius called after her, smirking as he heard her scream in frustration, stomping up the stairs angrily and slamming her dormitory door closed. Several paintings on the walls shuddered.
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James sat in the Great Hall, listening to the unremitting chatter all around him. Everyone was excited; after all, a Quidditch match was today, the first Gryffindor match of the season. (A/N: just roll with it, please, don't know if it's entirely correct) James, being team captain and chaser, should have felt at least some pre-game butterflies in his stomach, but he felt nothing of the sort. James had felt rather hollow and void of emotion ever since that horrible day in the beginning of January, when Lily had—well, when Lily had—oh, you know. Remus was sitting next to him, with the same blank expression plastered on his face. He was looking up at the enchanted ceiling, which showed a gloomy gray sky above them.
Sirius, Gryffindor's best beater, barged into the Great Hall and sat down in between Remus and James, pushing them aside to make room for him and putting his arms around their shoulders in a brotherly sort of way. "So, ready for the game today?" he asked excitedly, trying to get his friends to smile or make some kind sign that they acknowledged his presence.
James turned to face Sirius, his eyes vacant and his eyebrows furrowed down so that a worry-line appeared on his forehead. "Padfoot, not now," he said dejectedly, his voice sounding flat and monotonous.
"Prongs, please," Sirius pleaded, "we already forfeited one match when you went off saving Lily and then going to Hogsmeade. We can't afford another one!"
"I know, I know," James said with a sigh. "Let's get down to the pitch." He stood up and clapped Remus on the back, practically sending him headfirst into the plate of scrambled eggs in front of him. "Later, Moony."
James plodded towards the doors of the Great Hall and then out the oaken front doors, with Sirius in his wake, still trying to cheer him up. "Prongs, come on, this is our last year!" Sirius exclaimed, practically jumping with exaggerated excitement. "We've got to make it the best!"
James nodded without much enthusiasm. "Yup."
Sirius's smile slid off his face quicker than Stinksap. He frowned shook his head, trying to think of something that would get James motivated to play. Finally, an idea hit him. "James, you've got to play your best," he said, patting his friend on the back.
"Why?" James asked glumly as an icy wind whipped their cloaks around them. They were almost at the Quidditch pitch now, and the wind had become excruciatingly cold. The clouds still hung above them, such a dark shade of gray that they were almost black. The thought of going into those stormy clouds to throw around a stupid red ball made James long for the cold metal bench in the locker rooms. Quidditch just wasn't the same when he knew that there was no chance between Lily and him.
"Because Lily's going to be watching you, and you want to impress her," Sirius said simply as they approached the locker rooms.
James turned a delicate shade of green and swallowed hard. He opened and closed his mouth several times; Sirius suspected he had lost his ability to speak for a moment. "Padfoot!" he finally spluttered as he pulled on his scarlet Quidditch robes. "Why'd you have to remind me?"
"Just play," Sirius sighed, looking at James with a mixture of pity and exasperation displayed on his face as the rest of the team entered the room.
James looked at his teammates' eager faces. Everyone's eyes were tearing from the cold, and several noses were running. James clapped his hands together and rubbed them as he always did before a match, but without the usual vigor and enthusiasm. "Okay, team," he said dully, recalling Sirius's words from before, "this is my last year. We've got to make it the best." He paused and scratched his head before continuing, his voice as empty and bland as it had been before. "Yup. We've got to play our best. Why?" He slammed his fist against a locker, all his enthusiasm suddenly coming back to him. "BECAUSE LILY'S WATCHING ME, FOR MERLIN'S SAKE!" The team exchanged glances, perplexed. "Now let's get out there and prove to Lily that I'm awesome!"
The team walked out of the locker room, brooms over their shoulders, and headed onto the middle of the pitch to a vast amount of cheers and boos. The captains shook hands, and the two teams mounted their brooms and soared up into the icy wind. The balls were released, and the game had begun.
Half an hour into the game, Gryffindor was winning by twenty points. The wind had become even more brutal, and the clouds were a dark, menacing gray. James sped along on his broomstick with the scarlet Quaffle tucked under his right arm, swaying slightly off-course due to the ferocious gusts of wind. Suddenly he threw the Quaffle as hard as he could into the goal, pumping his fist up and down in celebration of his third goal of the day.
Suddenly something caught James's attention, also for the third time that day. Lily, who remained lost in the sea of people to everyone but James, was looking up at him. He froze, his arm raised in mid-air. Lily had not taken her eyes off him for the entire game. He moved to the left. Her eyes followed him. He sat on his broomstick numbly, quite unaware of the game around him.
"James, what're you doing?!" a teammate asked; he wasn't sure who.
James shook his head roughly in an attempt to get focused again. He was captain of the team, after all! He couldn't mess up. The whole school was watching…Lily was watching!
While these thoughts were swirling through James's head, his broomstick started drifting aimlessly to the right. "PRONGS," Sirius yelled from behind James, "DUCK!"
"JAMES!" Lily screamed, jumping up from the stands so many feet below. Something hard and heavy collided with the side of James's head, and she was the last thing he heard before he fell of his broom, unconscious.
A/N: Hi guys! Sorry about the cliffhanger. Yeah, this chapter is evil, I know. But you'll love what happens next ). Erm…I'm going away on Thursday morning for upstate New York, so I won't be able to update until two weeks from now. Please don't hate me. I'll make it up to you, I promise…the next chapter is lovely. P Oh, by the way, check out When Worlds Collide:Marauders&POTC (On my penname), Love Will Be Our Destiny (on FergieBEPs I think) and Love Throughout Time (on SilverwingsJP) REVIEW MY STORY!!! Oh, and Happy Thanksgiving!