Here's the next chapter! Thanks to NatalieWeasley and of course KaceyO for reviewing, and thanks to everyone who subscribed! Please remember to review! Also I wrote the first chapter to Lily Evans's Dilemma!

Just so you know, this should explain why I wanted Lily's eyes to be green like her dad's (J.K. Rowling said they were Ginny's brown). Disclaimer: Harry Potter is not mine; otherwise I wouldn't be faced with the fact that Lily's eyes are brown. Enjoy!

Chapter 5: Caught!

Well of course, Slughorn wasn't a bright enough old man to find out that most likely, it was Lily, seeing as she was the only one in the class snickering. At lunch, Headmistress Wilkinson told everyone that whoever did this was absolutely the most immature student she had ever come across and if they didn't figure out who did it, Hogsmeade privileges would be taken away and no one would get to go.

Lily, like most of the other students in third year and up, loudly protested this. "Well if you want to go then find whoever did this!" Wilkinson shrilly ended the protests and sat back down in her seat as the food magically appeared on the plates and pumpkin juice in the cup.

The students instead turned to their mates and began gossiping. "Well, that's got us into a tad bit of a situation," Albus muttered when the siblings were sure that no one was eavesdropping.

"Talk about it," James murmured. "Now, we can't even tell our best mates. Most of the students would kill rather than get Hogsmeade taken away."

"I really wanted to go to Hogsmeade this year!" Lily complained. "Do you think that if we tell Wilkinson that she'll let us off?"

The boys rolled their eyes as though the motion had been perfectly rehearsed. "You've been around her for three years, Lils," James said, "You know she won't give any pity for admitting it."

"Hey," Albus said, his green eyes upon the staff table. "Where's Hagrid?"

The siblings' eyes darted to the massive seat where their huge friend usually was. As if in answer to his question, Hagrid opened the doors of the Great Hall with a boom and strode between the House tables directly to the three, now frightened Potters.

"And just what do yeh think yeh three be doin'?"

Lily had never seen him look so furious. Her hands started shaking, but James let out a weak, "Eating…?"

Without warning, he gently but firmly pulled Lily off her seat and stood her before him. "Get up yeh two, an' get out here 'fore I have tah drag yeh."

Hagrid marched the three of them halfway to his hut before he stopped and turned on them. "I know it was yeh three that stole mah Skewerts! What've they ever done to yeh? An' mah flobberworm! Did yeh think yeh could get a good laugh out of them an' get off scot-free?"

Lily, like Albus, lowered her gaze to the ground and kicked her trainers against the dirt. But James defied, "Just how do you know it was us? Anyone could've stolen them!"

Haagrid's black eyes turned upon James with ferocity. "I on'y told yeh three 'bout my skewerts! An' this is how yeh treat me?"

Lily's face began to match her hair. She was starting to feel pretty awful about the whole thing. Without permission, she found her mouth moving rapidly. "I'm so sorry, Hagrid! We didn't think that you'd mind so much! And it was my idea to steal the flobberworms! We didn't know you had those until I saw them! I'm so sorry, Hagrid!"

His black eyes observed her until he said, "Oh, alrigh'. I wasn't ever really that mad. I was on'y disappointed. But yeh're still getting' yer well-deserved punishment. I ain't that forgivin'."

"Thanks, Lily," The boys muttered. After a few more lectures from Hagrid (Of course he was going to tell the Headmistress!) they were sent back to finish lunch which was almost finished by this time. Lily could only manage to pick at the food on her plate, wishing her beloved dog was here so she could give him a few tidbits under the table.

She saw Scorpius Malfoy leave the hall, earlier than average and she quickly excused herself. Lily practically ran out of the hall and caught a last sight of him rounding the corner that headed to the stairs leading down to the dungeons.

She raced after him, calling his name. She eventually got his attention and he turned, confusion evident in his eyes."What do you want, Potter?'

Lily took a moment to catch her breath before she demanded, "Did you tell anyone?"

"Tell anyone what?" How was he still so confused?

"About me, going into your classroom. Did you?"

He shook his head slowly, evidently wondering why she was even asking him.

She grabbed his arm as he was about to turn away. "Are you absolutely positive? You swear you didn't tell anyone?"

"Yes, yes," He snapped, impatient now. "Why do you need to know? Don't you trust me?"

She only glared at Malfoy. "Hagrid knows, and I wanted to make sure you didn't tell him. My brothers would kill me for letting you see me."

"So your brothers were in on it, too?" His grey eyes watched her carefully.

"Yes, we're the reason that no one gets to go to Hogsmeade," she snapped, visibly frustrated. "Were you going to tell Wilkinson that? I'm sure you were extraordinarily delighted when you found out that you had the dirt to get me detention for a month and to be the savior of Hogsmeade trips."

Scorpius leaned back on the wall, almost cocky with his motions, as though he owned the world. "Now I know I was teaching you to stand up for yourself and be a strong little girl, but this isn't standing up for yourself. This is a feeble attempt at bullying."

Purely insulted, Lily's face went bright red at the effort of restraining herself so as not to hex him. "It is not! You're just a prat!"

Scorpius shrugged. "Sure, you could say that. Anyways, I'll catch you later. I've got a class to get into and so do you."

And he left the infuriated Lily right there and continued in to Potions class. She turned and punched the stone wall as hard as she could.

Lily flexed her fingers in Charms class, wincing as the pain in her knuckles throbbed. She was fairly certain that in punching the wall, she had broken at least one of her knuckles, but she didn't want to bother going to Madame Pomfrey. But now, a half an hour into class, her knuckles were swollen and a nasty shade of purple.

Miniature Professor Flitwick was in the middle of a lecture about Cheering Charms when someone knocked on the door. The Head Boy, Jeremiah Wood, opened the door and said, "The Headmistress needs to see Lily Potter."

"Miss Potter," Flitwick consented with a nod of his head. She gathered her things, knowing that there would be more than one lecture coming, and exited the room as Flitwick's lesson continued.

"I trust you can find your way to the gargoyle," Wood muttered airily. "Your brothers will be there waiting for you." And with that said, he left down the hall, leaving her to make her own way to Wilkinson's office.

Being a picture was so drab sometimes. Nobody really cared about you, and that was both good and bad. Headmaster Severus Snape never had any more petty little children like Longbottom and Potter to deal with, and it was quite easy to eavesdrop on the new Headmistress's conversations. Although, who would he be able to tell? Almost all of the other paintings in the castle heard everything before he did, and the ones who hadn't didn't really care. Sometimes he would pop over to his other two paintings, one in his old classroom and another in his old, now dilapidated house, but where was the fun in that?

This morning though, was quite hectic for the Headmistress as something disastrous had happened. The oaf Hagrid came in first, claiming that someone had stolen his Skewerts and flobberworms. Of course the Skewerts missing was a dreadful thing, seeing as they were destructive with just about anything.

Next, in came Professor Corsche of Defense Against the dark Arts, complaining that the creatures had ended up in his room, blasting the children! Slughorn, the Potions Master after Snape had finally gotten his beloved job in the Defense class, complained about the same thing. Four other teachers came in, saying that the skewerts had damaged school property.

Wilkinson was flustered about what to do, never having been faced with so many angry teachers. Snape took the time to reminisce about his one year as Headmaster, when the school was in absolute terror of the Dark Lord. He'd never really given Dumbledore, his proceeding Headmaster, any credit. He made it seem almost easy.

Almost immediately after lunch, Hagrid stormed in again. "What is it now?" Wilkinson sighed dejectedly. "Please don't tell me that someone stole your Hippogriffs."

"I know who did it, Ma'am!"

She looked up in surprise. "How did you find out? Who is it, for Merlin's sake?"

"I knew it was them Potter children. They was the on'y ones who knew I had 'em. They even admitted it after I gave 'em a stern talkin' to!"

"Oh, Ruebeus! That's excellent!" She exclaimed as Snape tried to bite back his scorn. Of course it would be some Potter spawn that did something like that. They never had any respect for anyone, Potters, sometimes not even themselves. "I'll get them up here. Please get the Head Boy to come up here. I think he has a free period right now."

So here Severus was, waiting for the blasted Potters, half hopeful that they would have some awful punishment. It would only be what they deserved. Bright, twinkling blue eyes watched him carefully. "What?" Severus hissed to the painting close to him of Albus Dumbledore. He just smiled and shook his head.

Dumbledore was his favorite painting to talk to, seeing as he always listened. He was an excellent source of advice, one Severus used when he was Headmaster. Dumbledore had been one of the greatest wizards in centuries, ranking right up there with Nicolas Flamel and Merlin himself. He was the only wizard that Voldemort had ever feared.

And then it suddenly seemed as though he had fallen into a faulty pensieve.

Harry Potter strode in first, his hair messy like his father and his green eyes extraordinarily bright, but he wasn't wearing his glasses, and where was his lightning bolt scar? Next, a boy looking somewhat like Harry too walked in. His hair was also floppy like the boy who had preceded him and he was in the process of rolling his rich brown eyes, reminding Severus of the very cocky James Potter.

As if to prove him right, a girl's voice shouted, "James, you're such a prat!"

If paintings could have heart attacks, Severus was sure that he would have at the very moment that the girl walked in. Lily Evans Potter stalked into the headmistress's office, her face growing red with anger. Her green eyes were exactly like they should be, as was her red-gold hair that fell in soft waves down her back, and the expression was exactly like the one that she reserved especially for James Potter. She seemed younger than the other two, and much shorter than the boys.

"Lily?" Severus's voice asked, amazed that he'd even had the power; he felt so weak.

She whirled around, her back having been facing him. The redness from her anger faded and paled until she was a pure white. She backed into the boys who each put a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "H-how d-do you know m-my name?" She stuttered out in a voice and manner that was not Lily's.

"Y-you're Lily Evans," Severus stated, his own voice trembling a bit.

She shook her head extremely slowly, her eyes resembling that of a frightened deer, never moving her eyes away from the danger as she stood, practically immobile. "No… no, I'm Lily Potter."

It was almost like Severus could hear his heart breaking again. "B-but your maiden name was Evans, correct?" He felt somewhat stupid when he heard his own hope in the words.

"No… I've never b-been married before. I'm only thirteen!" Great, now she was looking at him like he was crazy.

"You'd better leave our sister alone!" Harry Potter said vehemently.

Our sister. Severus rolled the words over in his mouth. Both of the boys were her brothers, which meant James wasn't trying to date her. His head started to throb at the confusion. "So…" he shook his head, as though trying to rid himself of the confusion. "What is going on here?"

"I-I'm Lily Evans's granddaughter," Lily Potter said. "And these are my brothers, James and Albus."

Severus's eyes flashed over to Dumbledore whose eyes were twinkling with the knowledge that Harry Potter had named his son after the old Headmaster. "I am Headmaster Severus Snape," he announced to be polite.

The children's reaction was quite something to see. Albus Potter visibly recoiled with something like fright and repulsion while James snickered. Lily turned to glare at James before she elbowed him in the gut like a normal sister would and patted Albus's hand sympathetically.

"What?" Severus asked, wondering if he had missed something. There wasn't a spider on his picture frame was there?

"I-it's just that A-Albus was, um, n-named after you…" Lily stuttered.

It was Severus's turn to flinch as though disgusted by the information. "Why would your father name him after me?" he asked haughtily.

"I have no idea," Albus said, looking dazed.

Lily suddenly asked, "D-did you know our gr-grandmother?"

"I-I, yes, I did know her," he admitted, ashamed of his history, or lack of, with her.

"Wh-what do you know about her?" Severus found his black eyes trapped in the emerald green warmth of hers that was so like Lily Evans's when he wanted him to tell her his secrets.

He was about to tell her, how could he resist those eyes? But Wilkinson walked in with determination on her face and she began to lecture the life out of them.

"Do you understand?" Headmistress Wilkinson demanded. Her face was flushed with all of the energy for screaming and yelling she had exerted on them. Wisps of mousy-brown hair were sticking up out of her bun, creating quite a disheveled look.

"Yes, Professor," Lily muttered with her brothers, her eyes darting once more to the painting that they had talked to. As of now, he was nowhere to be seen; he must have walked off to one of his other paintings that could be anywhere in the world.

"You will report to the gargoyle for the beginning of your detentions tomorrow night at precisely eight. You may leave now."

There was a grateful sigh from everyone, including Wilkinson and the rest of the paintings as she finally stopped throwing a fit. The Potter children filled out of the room, and headed down to the Great Hall, seeing that it was already time for supper.

Lily went to sit with Kayla and Lizzy at the Ravenclaw table and they discussed how horrid it was that Lily had to have six weeks of detentions. She knew that there were eyes trying to burn a hole through her back, but she refused to turn to see who it was.

The girls didn't comment on the swollen hand that she had bandaged up, still not wanting to face someone as sour as Madame Pomfrey. But now it was really starting to hurt, and she thought she might go to the Hospital Wing after dinner.

She had barely gotten out of the Great Hall, when someone gripped her injured hand and tugged her down the corridor viciously. The pain left a haze that she couldn't bear to think through, before a particularly awful tug made her gasp and say, "Please, please s-stop. Y-you're hurt-ting m-me."

To her surprise, her captor did, turning his grey eyes upon her.

"M-Malfoy?" she asked, acutely aware of how close she was to crying. "Wh-what d-do you w-want? C-can't you just b-bugger o-off?"

Scorpius finally let go of her hand and she withdrew it into his robes, hoping that he hadn't noticed as she blinked away the tears. "I-I see that you went back to your meek, stuttering self," he said quietly, his own voice a little shaky.

"Wh-what difference d-does it make? Wh-what do you w-want?"

"I-I, uh, I came to see if you were going to try out for Quidditch next week…" To her surprise, Scorpius seemed nervous, and he tugged on his tie, as though the corridor was uncomfortably hot.

"Why would that matter to you, Malfoy?" she sneered, a microscopic amount of self-confidence returning. "Are you here t-to get dirt on the Gryffindor team?"

"An excellent attempt, yet you're still too little for anyone to take seriously."

She was about to retort, but pain shot up through her arm, making her cry out. Lily had clenched her hands in her fury, and sent pain through her broken knuckles.

"What?" he asked, concern melted his once icy grey eyes. "What's wrong?"

She groaned, retreating away from him until she was backed against a wall. He moved himself so close that there was no easy way to escape. "What's wrong; you can tell me."

Lily swallowed, looking into his soft eyes. "I-I, uh, hurt my, erm, hand. I-it's n-nothing, really."

"Oh, Merlin," he groaned. "I hurt it didn't I? When I was dragging you down the hall. Oh bugger, I'm so sorry, Lily."

"No, no," she said swiftly, unwilling for him to pity her. "I, er, got a little a-angry earlier t-today."

Scorpius gently pulled her hand out from behind her robes and unwound the covering she had used from a kit she got for Christmas one year. The skin around her knuckles was a dark bluish-purple colour had swollen hugely.

"Lily, why didn't you go to Madame Pomphrey?" he demanded angrily as he wrapped his arm around her waist and began leading her in the direction of the Hospital Wing.

She suddenly felt ashamed and gazed down at the floor. "I-I just d-didn't feel like i-it."

He glared at her, his eyes now seeming to burn with a warm fire. "You just wanted to sit around in pain all day?"

"Well, I-I was going to after Charms, b-but then Wilkinson wanted to see u-us…"

"Why didn't you go after that then?"

"B-because i-it was time for supper, a-and I didn't want my brothers to w-worry a-about me," Lily mumbled, thoroughly ashamed of herself.

"And then you sat at the Ravenclaw table so that they wouldn't notice."

"I –" she looked over at him. "Why were you watching where I sit?"

"I, uh, noticed," he muttered gruffly. "Let's just get you to the Hospital Wing before we get in trouble for being out past curfew."

"You were watching me!" Lily accused, a smile playing on her lips. "You're even trying to avoid the question, and you only do that if you're guilty!"

"I'm amazed you haven't punched me yet this term," he muttered more to himself.

"Why were you watching me, Scorpius?" she asked jostling him with her excitement. It would be ever so entertaining if she could just make fun of him for it.

"I, erm, thought that, erm, you looked, um, very pretty today." And then his pale cheeks flushed to such a brilliant red that hers now forming on her face seemed only slightly pink.

"Oh," she whispered, suddenly not wanting to tease him anymore. "Um, thank you, I, um, guess…"

An awkward silence enveloped them and Scorpius stopped abruptly, taking his arm away from her waist in the same motion. "I'm, uh, gonna go before, uh, people start to get the, erm, wrong idea."

"Yeah," Lily whispered softly, feeling quite cold now that he wasn't there. She watched him walk down the corridor and disappear behind the corner before she sighed and went in to see Madame Pomphrey.

Yay! My longest chapter with over 3,300 words! Anyways, things are going to start picking up now that I'm going back to school in a couple of weeks, and I am going on vacation tomorrow (I should have internet and my computer though). Please remember to review! The button below this loves you!