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"If you were stranded on a desert island, and you could only have one thing with you, what would you bring?" Lily asked her boyfriend. The two of them were roaming the halls late at night, one of the duties they shared as being Head Boy and Girl.

"Hmm, I would have to say my broom. That way I could fly off of the island," he answered.

"That doesn't count. If you really wanted to get off, you could just apparate out of there, but that would defeat the purpose of the question," she told him.

"Well, in that case, I'm not really sure. You see, I would want to bring you, and Sirius, and Remus, and Peter. And my wand of course, that's a necessity. And with having my wand, I could conjure up everything that I need," James answered.

"That's cheating again. You can only have one thing, and you can't conjure up other things. And you can't bring people, people aren't objects," Lily told him, a sweet smile playing at her lips.

"Hmm, what if I bring my broom, but promise not to fly off of the island, is that fair?" he asked.

Lily thought about it for a second, but then responded, "Yeah, I guess that does work."

James smiled at her, and then asked, "What about you? What would you bring?"

"My muggle record player, the one that I enchanted to work here," she told him, no long process of thought out into her decision.

"Music? Why's that?"

"I love to sing and dance," she answered.

"Really, let's see it then," he replied, swinging himself in front of Lily to block her path.

"No, not here, not now," She responded, her cheeks becoming pink.

"Why not?"

"James, we are supposed to be looking out around the hallways, finding troublesome kids. We're not supposed to be noisy and get in trouble ourselves," she answered.

"So, when have I ever been known to follow all the rules?" he questioned.

"No, I'm not going to do it," she simply told him.

"Oh come on, what if I go first?" he asked.

"You can sing and dance?" she questioned. Her arms were crossed tightly around her chest, a look of disbelief on her face. Yet, she smiled at him, knowing he was trying to make her smile, and succeeding at it.

"Of course I can sing and dance," James told her, a hint of laughter in his eyes.

"Let's see it then," Lily teased.

"I've got sunshine on a cloudy day.

When it's cold outside

I've got the month of May.

I guess you'd say

What can make me feel this way?"

Standing in front of Lily, was James Potter, singing the lyrics to "My Girl." He held his hand in a fist, as if pretending to hold a microphone. Surprisingly, his voice wasn't bad at all, on the contrary, it was rather good.

"My girl (my girl, my girl)

Talkin' 'bout my girl (my girl)."

As James recited those lines, he got down on his knee, and held his hand out to Lily. His face was full of smiles, a joking amusement in his eyes.

It was then that Lily couldn't hold back any longer. Laughter spilled out of her. She clutched her stomach in an attempt to regain herself, but it was useless, the laughter wouldn't stop.

"Miss Evans, I am very offended," James joked. "You were ruining a perfectly good performance."

Lily only continued laughing.

"I am truly hurt, Lily. I can't believe you're laughing at me," said James.

She continued laughing.

"Lily, I'm serious," he told her.

"No you're not," she teased.

"I know, just like playing with you," he answered. "And now, I do believe it is your turn."

"What? No way," Lily responded.

"We had a deal."

"No we didn't. You offered," she replied.

"You can't back down," he added.

"I'm not. There was no agreement, so technically I'm not backing down to anything," she sweetly reminded him.

"Come on, please," he begged.

"No."

"Please, please, please," he begged again, this time bringing out his infamous 'puppy dog eyes.'

"No, no, no," Lily told him, avoiding his eyes completely. She couldn't resist his puppy eyes, just as he couldn't resist hers.

"Please."

"Nooo," she said as she started to walk off.

He followed her, his footsteps increasing size each time. She could hear him gaining speed, so she increased her steps as well. Trying desperately to get away form him, trying desperately to get away form those 'puppy dog eyes.'

"Come on, Lils, you're not seriously going to make me follow you around the castle until you do it?" he asked.

"Then don't make me do it," she responded.

"Please," he begged once more.

"James, I'm not…" Lily began, but was cut off by James fiercely grabbing her arm and pulling her away.

"Do you hear that?" he whispered.

Lily strained her ears, trying her best to listen to what James had heard. She didn't hear anything, and instantly thought that it must have been some stupid joke he was playing on her. Until she heard it, a woman's voice was coming from a nearby room.

"Who is that?" Lily whispered to James.

"You don't recognize it?" he asked. Lily shook her head no. "It's Rander."

"Professor Rander? But I thought she was out of town," Lily stated, remembering the class that morning. She arrived to find not Professor Rander at the head of the classroom, but Dumbledore teaching instead. Actually, it had been the greatest class ever. Dumbledore didn't raise his voice once, and even the students who hated potions enjoyed the lesson. When Lily asked the Headmaster where their normal potions teacher was, he replied by telling her not to worry, Rander was to be out of town the entire weekend. Her dear old mother was sick and needed constant care.

"She is supposed to be out of town," James answered, recalling a similar memory as Lily had just had.

"Then why is she here?" Lily demanded.

"I don't know," he answered.

Without any warning, James took hold of Lily's hand, and quietly stepped out of the darkness that covered them. He glanced at his girlfriend, placing a finger to lips, motioning her to be quiet.

Lily did as she was told, but wasn't happy about it. She didn't want to be seen by Rander. In fact, all she wanted was to go back to Gryffindor, where she would be out of harms way.

"I don't know about this," she whispered.

"Do you trust me?" James asked.

"Of course I do," Lily answered.

"Then follow my lead, and stay as quiet as humanly possible."

They crept closer to the source of the voice, but now could hear not only Professor Rander, but someone else as well. This voice belonged to a man. It was deep, almost eerie sounding.

"I demand an explanation," the man said. His voice was cold as ice.

"I can explain, I swear I can," Rander said.

"Then start talking," the man bitterly stated.

"Well, the mission failed," Rander answered.

"Does it look like I'm in the mood for jokes, Rander?" the man asked, he seemed very irritated.

"So, sorry. Somebody must have tipped the Rayne's off. When Araminta and I went to the house, everyone was gone. We couldn't help the situation," Rander explained.

"I should have sent Malfoy and his son on the case," the man muttered.

"I won't fail you next time," Rander told him.

"If there is a next time," the man threatened.

"Sir, my lord, you must forgive me," Rander begged.

"I'll think about it," he responded.

Little did Rander know, James and Lily had slowly gotten closer and closer to the door as the conversation went on.

Lily couldn't believe her eyes, she saw Professor Rander begging for forgiveness from the man in the fireplace. A man that looked so familiar, with his large red eyes. Red eyes!

"James," she whispered, "that's You-know-who!" Her whisper was frantic and her heart started to pound. She couldn't believe that the man that had haunted her dreams was in their teacher's fireplace.

He put his finger to his lips once more, signaling her to be quiet. Lily only stared at him; he had known all along. He knew that Rander was a deatheater, and now he was getting his proof. She was astonished.

"You're married aren't you, Mrs. Rander?" Voldermort questioned.

"Yes, my lord."

"Your maiden name, what is it?"

"Meliflua," Rander answered.

"So you worked this with your sister?"

"Yes, my lord," Rander answered.

"You have another sister, is that correct?"

"Yes, my lord."

"Why didn't she accompany you?" Voldermort asked.

"I do not know, my lord," Rander answered.

"She is a Black," he stated.

"Yes, my lord."

"A good, respectful name. You or that one stupid sister of yours isn't' going to go anywhere without a proper deatheater with you. Black should have gone with you, next time I'll see to it that she does," Voldermort informed her.

Lily and James looked straight into each other's eyes. Rander was related to the Black family?

"Sirius," they whispered at the same time.

"Did you hear that?" Voldermort snapped, interrupting Rander as she spoke.

Lily's heart was beating faster than it ever had before; she was surely to be caught by Rander, murdered for discovering her secret.

'Shit,' James thought to himself. He couldn't believe he dragged Lily into this, and to be caught! That would bring about both of their deaths. He had to think of something, anything that would save them. Or at least save Lily. And in an instant he knew what to do. He grabbed Lily's hand and swiftly pulled her into the broom closet.

James kissed her roughly on the lips. Lily couldn't believe it, here they were going to be caught and James wanted to kiss her? She tried to pull away, but his grip on her was strong, stronger than he'd ever touched her before. She had never experienced pain when being with James before tonight, and she didn't like it at all.

Then the door opened, Rander standing on the other side, looking in at the couple kissing in the closet.

"What's going on in here?" she asked, her voice was bitter.

James then released Lily from his mouth and hands. He looked very flushed, and Lily could feel that her cheeks were pink and steamy.

"Professor," James said. He sounded as if he were astonished to see her here. "I, I thought that you were away." As these words left his lips, his eyes became larger, almost as if he were afraid and embarrassed for being caught.

"I came back. What are you doing here?"

"Well, we, we just wanted some time to ourselves. And, well, since you were away, we thought that no one would interrupt us here," James lied.

Lily stared at him, and was amazed at how well he could lie. Or, for that matter, act. He looked as if he did just get caught in the broom closet with a girl, rather than having just been spying on the professor. That was when Lily finally realized what was going on. He concocted a plan to get them out of trouble, or at least not in serious trouble. Now, Rander would simply think that they were in the closet the whole time, instead of just two minutes.

"Is this true, Miss Evans?" Rander asked.

"Yes professor," she lied. She looked down at the ground, as if to hide her embarrassment.

"Did you hear anything?" Rander asked. Her eyes looked like icicles, daggers almost.

"What do mean?" James asked.

"Any noises? Or any one talking?"

"Professor, I didn't even know that you opened the door until I heard your voice," James answered.

"Are you lying to me, Potter?" Rander asked. Her expression was stone cold.

"Why would I lie to you?" James retorted, wishing he hadn't after he spoke. This would only get on her bad side.

"Do you think it's funny to get wise with me?"

"No, professor," James answered.

"Miss Evans, did you hear anything, or see anything?" Rander asked.

"No, not anything," Lily quickly responded, she tried her hardest not to fidget with her hands.

"Well, then you wouldn't mind taking a truth potion, would you?" Rander asked. "Unless, of course, you have something to hide."

Lily glanced over at James, her heart racing. She wondered what his plan would be now.

Author's Note 2: Okay, I'm really sorry that this took so long to post. But I've been so incredibly busy with school, but that's over for the summer! Also, I did have a rather large writer's block. But that's over now, and I know exactly what I want to happen. And I hope you guys wont' be too upset with this mini cliffhanger! Also, I just want to say that I invented Rander, so in reality (or at least in every thing but my story) Sirius and Rander aren't really relatives. But for this story, Rander is Sirius's aunt. As for Araminta Meliflua, I actually found that on a website. So, it could be true, it could not. The website will be in my profile, because this site won't allow you to put websites in this part. Okay, well, I hope you all liked this long awaited chapter! I promise to hurry with the next one. Please review!