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I would rewrite it AGAIN, but then you guys would probably wait till June until I find it almost okay(!), so I thought 'Oh well, let's just give them the next chapter', and here you are. Read it. Hopefully enjoy it!

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When They Wrote Essays

Chapter Four – The Sixth

Sixth Year

I've tried writing my essay about fifty times already. I just can't seem to do it this year, I don't know why. I mean, it hasn't been very different from other years. I suppose James and I have argued a lot less…in fact, I'm not sure that we argued at all after Christmas. Not that we talked much, either.

I've been tutoring a little first year in Potions, her name is Amanda and she is the most adorable thing I have ever met! She is so unlike the other first years, who are the rudest kids I have ever met, honestly, their way of asking for direction is basically saying 'oi, where's the library?', and then when you tell them, they just swan off without even saying a short 'thanks' or 'ta' or anything! I swear we weren't that rude in first year.

Err…oh, I've been considering trying out for the Quidditch team when Daniel Johnson and Alex Brown leave – I'd probably try out for Keeper, because I know I can be good at it, but then I could try out for Seeker – sometimes when I go to Arcadia's house, we play a bit, and sometimes James joins us. He doesn't most of the time, because he doesn't want to remember what he lost when Arcadia left the team, but he does occasionally and he said my Seeking skills are good. But I think I'd be best at Keeping.

So I might try that next year. But maybe not, because of N.E.W.T.s and…everything…

Lily Evans, 1977, Sixth Year

James was in the common room, playing chess with Remus, when the screaming third years ran in. Looking up from the chess board, James and Remus eyed them and then glanced at each other, and then at Sirius, who shrugged back, and Peter, who raised an eyebrow. Both Remus and James sniggered and looked back down at the board.

"Knight to B—"

"WE'RE UNDER ATTACK!" one of the third years yelled. Her hair was falling out of her messed up ponytail and she looked terrified.

Remus raised his eyebrows. "Padfoot, Prongs, you didn't plan some prank without us, did you?" he asked his friends, obviously amused. James shook his head, starting to stand up to ask what was going on.

"Potter, sit down, you have to finish this game. Hurry up, I want to play," said Sirius, nudging his friend. James did as he was told, frowning. He shook his head. He was being stupid. The third years were being stupid.

At least he thought so until a few fifth years ran in, panting, their faces covered in blood.

"We're bloody under attack!" a tall one shouted. He groaned and clutched his bleeding stomach. James heard Remus cursing under his breath as he strode over to the boy.

"Let me help you…" he said. James looked around at the other fifth years. He walked up to one of them, Jonno Barnett, who was a beater on the Quidditch team.

"Jonno," he said, and the boy looked at him. He didn't seem to be hurt, just shaken. "What's going on?"

"We were just about to leave the Great Hall after dinner," Jonno said quietly, looking at his friends, "and then we heard this scream from the Entrance Hall and went to see if Umbridge had discovered the spiders we put in her pockets…but it wasn't, it was a second year, and a Death Eater…you heard of them?" he added, and James nodded, his expression grim.

"Who hasn't?" he asked, and Jonno nodded, looking around the common room, his eyes worried.

"We managed to Stun that Death Eater," he said quietly, "but there were more. They were all coming out of the Dungeons, obviously the Slytherins had let them in…" he trailed off, looking furious.

James nodded, silent. Behind him, Sirius and Peter stood, both looking shocked.

"We're under attack…" Sirius said slowly. "…by Death Eaters?"

Peter squeaked in fright. James, his eyes hard, looked at Jonno.

"Jonno," he said, calmly but firmly, and the boy turned to look at him. "Who was down there? Apart from the Death Eaters, I mean. Does Dumbledore know? McGonagall? Head Boy and Girl?"

Jonno nodded at each one. "They all know," he confirmed, "and McGonagall and the Head Boy and Girl were down there, but Dumbledore wasn't, and McGonagall was looking quite awful by the time we left…she was screaming at us to get lost and tell everyone to not leave the…common…room…" he trailed off as Sirius and James sprinted out of the portrait hole, leaving the Fat Lady screaming as they slammed her shut.

Remus and Peter eyed each other silently, both knowing they'd rather stay here. Remus, because he wanted to heal anyone who came and was hurt and Peter because…well, he didn't want to meet the Death Eaters any time soon.

Outside, James and Sirius were running as fast as they could towards the Entrance Hall.

"Get your wand out, Prongs, we're goin' down figh'in!" Sirius yelled as they sprinted round a corner and into a 'painting' which was really a secret passage

"I'm sure we'll have to!" James called back, laughing. "They'd have surely heard your voice by now!"

Sirius gave a half gasp half laugh as he almost ran into a wall. James chuckled as he rounded another corner, overtaking Sirius.

"This is good for when we're Aurors!" he shouted at his friend, who was a few feet behind him, looking annoyed at having ran into a wall.

"Yeah!" Sirius yelled back, laughing slightly. As the reached the end of the corridor, they found the door was already slightly open, and they stopped suddenly.

"Shit," the breathed in unison, both putting fingers to their lips at each other. It had become a habit for them to do this whenever they heard someone coming while pulling a prank.

"At least we know how to sneak around," Sirius breathed in James ear, who grinned back as he pulled out his wand with flourish. Sirius rolled his eyes.

"You never lis—" he started to say, but was interrupted by a huge crash and a loud scream. James eyes widened.

"That was Tia," he whispered, shocked. Sirius shook his head.

"No, it was Carissa," he murmured back. "Tia's scream is a bit higher than that…"

"Well whoever it is, we have to go help her," James said fiercely as he crept up to the doorway and peeked out. The corridor ahead was empty. James beckoned at Sirius to follow with his hand. Sirius looked behind them and then quickly tiptoed after James.

A few metres ahead there was another door. James was just reaching out to open it, when Sirius stopped him.

"Oi," he whispered loudly, and James looked around. Sirius nodded at the door. "Le' me do some work as well, eh?"

James frowned irritably.

"This isn't my house, and we're not trying to catch Dina, Padfoot," he muttered back, annoyed. The last Christmas, Sirius had run away from his home. He'd had enough of his mother going on about how he was a shame to the family, and Bellatrix gloating at how she'd left Hogwarts two years early to become a Death Eater – Sirius didn't believe her anyway.

He'd turned up on James' doorstep, soaked through with rain and with a small suitcase.

"Mind if I kip here for a few months?" he'd asked casually. And he did. He and James spent the rest of the Christmas holidays sneaking around the house, hiding things for their house elf to find, and trying to stop her from doing so, pretending that whatever they'd hidden was precious jewellery worth hundreds of Galleons. Childish, maybe, but it was the Christmas holidays, and there was absolutely nothing to do in the Potter house during the Christmas holidays, despite popular belief that they had an indoor skating rink and heated swimming pool.

Sirius sighed impatiently. "I know," he whispered through gritted teeth. "I just want to be able to defend you if they're on the other bloody side!"

James expression softened. "Padfoot," he said slowly, "it won't really make a difference. If they kill you, they kill me, if they kill me, they kill you. It doesn't matter."

Sirius looked James right in the eye, his expression fierce.

"It matters to me," he whispered, almost angrily, and pushed James out of the way as he opened the door.

And closed it again as the loudness of the noise hit them like an explosion.

"Bloody hell!" Sirius and James chorused. They glanced at each other, took in a deep breath, and they both pushed open the door and ran out, wands at the ready. Luckily for them, they were slightly hidden by the stairs which were right in front of them, but they could still be cursed at any minute if someone happened to be at the right angle to spot them.

James looked around. The Entrance Hall was a mess – there were several injured (or so James told himself) people on the floor, the walls were covered in blood and everyone was screaming, some curses, some hexes, and some just screaming in terror. It was a truly horrific sight. Hogwarts was actually under attack.

"Sirius, James!" a voice shouted from their right, and they both jumped. Arcadia was running towards them, carrying Carissa with her, who appeared to have fainted.

"Dee!" Sirius cried, relieved. "In here!" He took a few steps towards her and grabbed Carissa, and placed her gently on the floor in the corridor. James walked up to Arcadia and they hugged each other. They walked into the corridor and Sirius followed suit.

"You okay?" James asked her, and she nodded, looking nervous. James closed the door behind them. "Where's Lily?"

"She's hiding in a classroom upstairs, healing people," she said, her eyes oddly bright. "It's chaotic out there – everyone's gone mental. It's unbelievable, Dumbledore is in London as well, he was called there not long ago; someone said the Ministry was under attack as well. I don't know whether it was a hoax or whether it's actually under attack, but this is serious. And someone took McGonagall to St Mungos, I don't know what they hit her with, but it looked horrible."

She looked at both of her friends and swallowed before she carried on.

"Tia's still fighting out there at the moment, with your cousin's husband," she said to Sirius, whose eyes narrowed for a moment at the mention of Malfoy.

"Well, I'll go help her," he said, and started to move, but stopped when Arcadia grabbed his arm.

"Be careful," she whispered forcefully, and he nodded. They stared into each others eyes for a moment, before Sirius opened the door again and left, closing it shut quietly. Arcadia looked at James. She opened her mouth to talk but closed it again. James put his arms around her gently and she hugged him back, tears leaking out of her eyes.

"Y-your dad's coming," she whispered quietly, "apparently. And so is mine, but I'll believe that when I see it."

James smiled without humour. "Same," he muttered back. They stayed still for a few moments before walking over to the door. James looked Arcadia.

"Promise me something," he blurted, before she opened the door. She moved her gaze to him.

"What?"

James smiled slightly. "Snog Sirius senseless when this all ends well," he said, let out a small chuckle, and opened the door. Arcadia smiled, noting how James didn't say 'if', but 'when'.

"Ready?" James asked, and she glanced at him. She licked her lips and nodded.

Ahead of them, a seventh year was duelling with a Death Eater. James raised his wand.

"STUPEFY!" he and Arcadia yelled, and the Death Eater fell to the ground. The boy gave them thumbs up. James shook his head.

"GO, GO, GO, GO, GO!" he bellowed as he ran out.

"Incendio!" Arcadia screamed. The Death Eater laughed as she blocked the spell.

"Don't be stupid, you know you won't beat me, darling. Normal magic doesn't beat Dark magic!" she taunted, ducking another spell.

"YES IT DOES!" Arcadia yelled back. "Stupefy! And not all magic that isn't Dark is normal! Love is the most powerful magic in—"

She was cut off by the Death Eater laughing. Arcadia let out a snarl and yelled another few spells.

"Stupefy! Impedimenta! Expelliarmus! Sectumsepra!"

The Death Eater blocked them all, and when she spoke, she sounded angry.

"You ain't gonna kill me, doll," she yelled at her. "In fact, you won't even break my finger! You just can't! And did you know it's been proven that people who love die younger?"

"At least we love and lose!" Arcadia cried. "Unlike you – ugh – you emotionless b—"

She gasped as someone knocked into her, and the Death Eater used that moment to send a couple of hexes her way. Arcadia barely managed to block them.

"So tell me, how is my dear cousin today?" asked the woman, flicking her wand casually. Arcadia let out a yelp as she was knocked of her feet, her wand flying out of her hand. She crawled backwards, reaching out for it, when someone stepped on her foot. She gasped in pain, but managed to grab her wand, and struggled to her feet. The Death Eater was just standing there, her posture making her look unconcerned, despite the dozens of spells being shouted in front and behind her.

"Stupefy," Arcadia said weakly, pointing her wand. The Death Eater blocked it effortlessly. Suddenly, someone grabbed Arcadia by the neck, and she let out a strangled gasp.

"No!" shouted the Death Eater, pointing her wand at Arcadia's captor. There was a tense pause. "Leave her to me."

Arcadia shivered as her captor let her go. The Death Eater in front of Arcadia took off her mask, and Arcadia gasped.

"Bellatrix?" she said incredulously. The girl gave her a mocking smile and wave.

"Hello, darlin'. Glad to see you still remember me…of course, it would be hard, after the last time I saw you," Bellatrix cackled. Arcadia let out a snarl as she grew angrier with every word Bellatrix spoke.

"Shut up!" she shouted, raising her wand, but she was too slow. Bellatrix sent a final curse her way. As they did so, Arcadia saw the red and green sparks heading towards her in slow motion. Her eyes widened. She ducked…

Suddenly, all the Death Eaters stopped firing spells and touched their left forearms and…disappeared.

…she ducked too late.

I don't know what to write. This year had to have been the most boring year ever at Hogwarts; even the Christmas Feast was boring, and that isn't something you can say every day (actually, you can only say it once a year, haha). I think it's because we didn't have any important exams, so I wasn't trying to fit in Quidditch practice, and revision, and just being with my friends. Sirius says I'm mental, finding it enjoyable to rush around with hardly any breaks, but it keeps me on my toes, you know what I mean? 'Course I'm knackered the next day, but you have to live with what you get, I suppose.

Professor, I'm finding writing these essays really boring – I mean, it's a waste of ten minutes to five hours of my day, depending on how bored I am and how boring I'm finding it. And you obviously never read them, because Sirius wrote last year about how we were gonna make it rain inside the castle last Halloween, and you'd have known about it if you read the essay…or…wait, did you know about it? I swear I saw you smirking when you got your umbrella out…

Professor, you gave us detention for it! You were enjoying it and then you gave us detention! How am I ever going to trust you again, Professor? How can I trust you enough to give you this essay that mentions the fact that next Halloween our prank will involve shampoo and hair removal cream (I seriously advise you not to wash your hair that week, Professor).

Speaking of the Halloween prank, I have to go – we have a lot of planning to do.

James Potter, 1977, Sixth Year

Sirius' Stunner had missed the Death Eater by a fraction of a second; he'd only just sent it the Death Eater's way, when the Death Eater disappeared. Sirius cursed loudly. He couldn't focus properly on fighting anyway; he'd seen his cousin out there with the Death Eaters. Apparently Bellatrix wasn't lying when she said she'd joined them. He let out a sigh and looked down the stairs at the rest of the pupils – they all looked confused and angry.

And then Sirius saw something that made his heart go cold…Arcadia, lying on the floor, looking…d—

"DEE!" he'd cried, and sprinted down the staircase, almost falling over. He shoved several people out of the way, including James, who quickly recovered and looked to where Sirius was running. His eyes widened and he shook his head slightly, his expression shocked and horrified.

Every head turned to look at Sirius as he fell to his knees next to the Arcadia, whose breathing was quick and harsh. Sirius breathed out, terrified. He cupped Arcadia's face in his hand.

"Dee," he whispered, "what did she hit you with? SOMEONE GET A TEACHER!" he turned and shouted at no one in particular. A couple of fifth years ran off to find someone, and Sirius turned back to the girl in his arms.

Arcadia just shook her head and gasped, unable to talk. Sirius' eyes stung, but he ignored it.

"Dee, please," he said desperately, tilted her head back slightly so he could look right in her eyes. Arcadia's gaze moved to his own. She opened her mouth slightly.

"I…" she croaked, the sound barely audible. She took in a deep breath. "I…"

On the stairs, the fifth years had brought along with them not a teacher, but Lily Evans, who stopped suddenly and gaped, not at Arcadia, but at someone else. James, who was a few stairs below her, climbed up and muttered something to her. Lily nodded, apparently dumbstruck.

Suddenly, there was movement behind Sirius.

"Move aside," said a voice. Sirius ignored it. "Move - I can fix her."

Sirius still didn't move, but Arcadia's gaze moved to the person behind him. Her eyes widened in surprise, but almost immediately closed in pain. The person behind Sirius sighed impatiently and shoved him to the side, where he was out of the way, while saying, "If you don't move, she'll definitely die." The person crouched down and inspected Arcadia's face and tilted her head back. "Now, if you give me the chance….I might just save her."

Sirius sat up, rubbing his arm, and glared at the woman. When he saw her, his mouth dropped open.

"Oh, don't look so surprised," Petunia Dursley snapped. "Just 'cause I had my magic stripped away doesn't mean I've forgotten everything."

Everyone stood in silence, watching her work, not daring to move. They watched her getting out gadgets and poking Arcadia in several places, causing the girl to let out a whimper of pain. Sirius clenched his fists to stop himself from shoving Petunia away. He knew that if he did, Arcadia would die. He knew that if he let Petunia work, Arcadia had a chance of surviving.

After an hour, Petunia dropped all her equipment to the ground with a loud crash. Sirius held his breath as she turned to look at him. She nodded.

"She's going to be just fine," she whispered. Sirius couldn't help it, he let out a cry of joy and fell down to the ground next to Arcadia. Lily, who had unconsciously grabbed hold of James' hand when she'd seen her friend, let out a sigh of relief.

Petunia looked around the Entrance Hall at all the pupils. All of them looked windswept and dirty; some were crying; most looked lost. Petunia's gaze fell to the ground, where several people lay, unmoving. She shook her head disbelievingly.

"What did they do wrong?" she asked, her tearful voice echoing in the quietness.

Just then, the doors banged open and Dumbledore, many Aurors and the Minister of Magic walked in. On the stairs, James stood up straighter and glared at someone in the small crowd.

"Blimey!" the Minister exclaimed, looking around. His voice seemed unnaturally loud and cheerful in the silent room. "What a mess! Death Eaters, eh? Sorry we couldn't get here sooner, ladies and gents, there was a spot of bother in the Ministry. We were under attack, and then we heard Hogwarts was under attack…" he shook his head. Every student turned to glare at him. Dumbledore and the Aurors all frowned at him disapprovingly. He just smiled brightly back, and clapped his hands.

"Well, looks like you all sorted yourself out, so I'll be going…" he walked back out of the door, a few of the Aurors following him. The rest all looked apologetically at the pupils, a couple mumbled sorry, and then they all – apart from one – followed the Minister as well.

Lily dropped James' hand and walked down the rest of the stairs to where Sirius and Arcadia were sitting.

James glowered at the Auror still standing by the entrance – his father. The man pointedly ignored his son and turned to look at Dumbledore.

"You might want to have these pupils sent to Mungos, they all need a Post-Trauma Potion, possibly a Dreamless Sleep P—"

"We don't need you to fuss over us, Dad, if we managed to fight them without you, we'll manage to decide what we need without you," James snapped loudly at his father. Mr Potter turned to finally acknowledge his son. They stood glaring at each other for a few long moments.

"Well, well, well," Mr Potter drawled, "fine, alright, let's all just leave and let my son take care of this, because, of course, a sixth-year at Hogwarts would know better than a fully trained Auror."

James' hands balled into fists. "I know much more than you do!" he shouted, pointing at his dad. "Just piss off, you were no help to us before and you're no help now! Go back to your office and fill out that stupid form about how you 'helped' us so much by not even being here!"

Mr Potter's lips thinned and he chose not to reply, turning back to Dumbledore.

"As I was saying…"

James gritted his teeth; his eyes narrow and gaze dangerous.

"Oi," someone behind him whispered, and he turned around to face Tia, who was sporting a black eye and a few cuts, but didn't appear to be too injured. She walked down to where James was standing and put a hand on his shoulder. "Just let your dad do his job and—"

"Telling Dumbledore what to do isn't his job, his job is to protect us," James said bitterly, moving his gaze back to his father, who had now stopped talking to Dumbledore and was walking back out of the castle. "I let him do that, and he didn't even try."

Tia sighed. "You don't know that James, he could have been trying," she said quietly. She paused for a moment. "You know, at least he did turn up, even if he was late," she whispered, nodding at Arcadia, who was now sitting up gingerly, wincing slightly, and talking quietly with Lily. She seemed upset.

And James realised with a jolt that Arcadia's father hadn't even bothered to show.

One Week Later

"…Petunia knew Henry Kaser, she used to tutor him in Muggle Studies, I remember her talking about how sweet he was…'course, he was only a second year at the time, so…" Lily trailed off, smiling sadly.

Seven teenagers were crowded around a bed in the Hospital Wing. On that bed was Arcadia Yapp, looking tired and upset, but, physically, perfectly well.

"You all right, Prongs?" Sirius asked suddenly, and everyone turned to look at the bespectacled boy. He was sitting with his feet on a chair, resting his chin on his knees. He made a small noise.

Sirius walked over to his friend. "You're upset about Melissa and Daniel, aren't you?" he said. It wasn't a question – he knew the answer already. Melissa Jennings and Daniel Johnson were in the Gryffindor Quidditch team, and James knew them very well. They were killed in the attack.

James nodded. "They didn't deserve to die," he whispered, his gaze falling to the tiled floor.

"No one did, James," Carissa said quietly. James shook his head.

"They especially didn't," he said, quietly fierce. "Mel's mother had just given birth to twins and Melissa had never even met them. And Dan was going to ask his girlfriend to marry him. Now Mel's brothers will never meet her, and Daniel's girlfriend won't have someone to be with when she leaves this place, no one to be certain she can be safe with…they didn't deserve that, either."

Everyone looked away awkwardly, except Sirius, who just crouched down and put an arm round his friend and looked at him carefully.

"But they were both happy, weren't they?" he asked slowly. "They were both very happy before they died. And that's the best way to die, isn't it? Happy?"

"No," James muttered, putting his forehead against his knees. "It's protecting the people you love."

Sirius nodded in agreement. "And they did just that, didn't they?"

James didn't answer. Arcadia made a sudden noise.

"Merlin, James, why are you getting so depressing?" she asked loudly, her voice cracking, and she winced, placing a hand on her stomach. Everyone's gaze snapped to her. She took in a shaky breath. "Can you remember at all what they were like? Of course you can, but I'll remind you: they were the happiest, most fun people I - we've ever met. There was never a dull moment with them, and if we ever got onto a sad or depressing topic, what did they do? They cracked a joke to make everyone smile, or made idiots of themselves to get us laughing. And this is how you want to remember them? By getting moody or melancholy about what they can't have? Well what about what they did have – great families, great friends and a great life in general. They were happy. They wouldn't want us to mourn them. They'd want us to laugh at all the fun times, all the happy times. So get that bloody frown off your face and—"she coughed lightly and sat up straighter "—remember that one time, when the Slytherins snuck onto the Pitch when it was our practice that was scheduled, and Daniel cast that spell to—"

"Oh, don't remind me!" James interrupted, groaning, and Sirius laughed loudly at the memory. "Naked Slytherins…ugh!"

"What a day that was," Peter commented loudly. "That was the day that we—"

"—set McGonagall's hair on fire!" Sirius interrupted, cackling. Everyone started laughing at the look on his face.

"That was you?" Tia exclaimed. Remus raised his eyebrows.

"But, of course, who else would it be?" he asked.

"And d'you guys remember when Mel snogged Jonno after that Quidditch match?" Sirius asked, grinning. "Did you see the look on his face?"

James couldn't help but grin. "I'll never forget it, it was priceless!" he said, chuckling. "I think someone took a picture, I'll have to ask around…"

"Hey," Carissa said suddenly, "d'you remember when you guys cursed everyone's food three years ago…?"

And that was how their sixth year at Hogwarts ended – with the happier memories.

Yeah, Arcadia was going to die, but then I got this great idea that I can't use if she's dead – and no, she's not going to be become a Death Eater, or help Peter or tell Voldemort secrets or anything like that.

I know this chapter was basically James/Lily free, and we hardly saw Lily, but I promise I'll make it up to you next chapter!

Um, you guys are probably gonna ask about Petunia...here are a few points about her in this chapter...

1) Well, in this story, she is a witch but she had her magic taken away, like Hagrid, only she had it take away after a while of Healer training. Why? I don't know, it doesn't really matter in this story. I know it meant she did something bad, but I like to think it was an accident or she got framed or something.

2) Yes, Petunia is friendly with Lily, because I like to think that Petunia really does love her sister, and she only got angry with her for dying. It would be easy for Petunia to pretend to dislike her sister because she's a witch, because Petunia can't use her magic any more, and would also make it easy to pretend that she's a Muggle. I know she can choose any other reason to not like Lily, but I thought of this idea years ago and I wanted to use it in a story, and now, here you are!

3) The stuff Petunia used to heal Arcadia with is a Wizard's First Aid Kit. Petunia is allowed to have it because she is still technically a witch, and she can still get Wizard's diseases like Wizard's Flu, Wizard's Fever and Wizard's Chicken Pox. The Kit also includes items which can fix cuts and bruises and most curses and hexes, which is what Petunia used on Arcadia.

If you have any more questions about anything in this chapter then just include them in your review and I will do my best to answer them!

The next chapter probably won't be the last, because, judging by the way it's going, it's going to be just seventh year, but I might have to include the 'After Hogwarts' as well if it ends up not being enough (but it probably will be, so no worries!)

Next Time (well, what I've written of it):

"You know, apparently people like us can't have serious relationships," James commented, staring up at the ceiling of the seventh-year boys' dormitories.

-S-

"Oh," he said slowly, looking away from his friend, "you're ready for a serious relationship…with Evans, right. Prongs, you're a prat."

­-S-

Lily's mouth dropped open when she saw him.

"Oh my God, what happened?" she exclaimed

-S-

"What are you doing?" he asked. Lily ignored him, let go of his hair, and started undoing his tie. "Whoa, Evans, calm down, we've got all the time you want."

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