Muggle Studies Quotes5

Author: emptyfirefly

Summary: "Let us hope that we are all preceded in this world by a love story" – Don Snyder. Lily and James aren't suited, Lily and James don't work, but it is Lily and James that match, muggle quote by muggle quote.

Rating: Really, the rating could be argued, but at the end of the day it's PG13 if you're comfortable with swearing and violence, M if you're not. Figure it out yourself!

Warnings: Well, there'll be violence of a sorts, swearing of a lots and I mean seriously she starts swearing a lot more this chapter, fluffy love… meh, I'm not offended! Why are you?

Pairings: Well, Lily/James, Sirius/OC, as far as I'm concerned Peter doesn't get a girlfriend… well maybe one… where was I?

Disclaimer: Honestly, I claim absolutely no ownership over any of the non-original characters, basis of this story, nor anything affiliated with anything that couldn't possibly belong to me. I am a fan, an avid fan, but a fan nonetheless, and I have no reasoning that suggests otherwise. Coincidentally, touch Gabby, a.k.a. I.H.G.B.A.A.D.W.B, and I will be very put out.

Squee! I'm writing another one! How exciting! Thank you so much to everyone that reviewed, I almost feel wanted! And believe me, it doesn't take much to produce that feeling, believe you me… or is it believe me you… or… ehm… darn it, whatever. Anyway, so the story of grease and fear continues, I'm sorry if you're getting impatient for Lily and James, talk-age, but I'm warming up to it, it's not as easy as I would like.

Chapter Five. Friedrich Nietzsche

"There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness."

Sigh, Monday morning, in my opinion possibly the worst time of the day. Why? Well, the guys are bubbling with energy and stupidity, the girls are giggling and getting ready to fight over one of the bubbling guys, and I'm trying desperately to figure out what the HELL is going on!

I mean, I suppose I could be in a worse situation. I mean, I could be dead, or dying, or dead AND dying! Or captured! Or I could be an actress in a soap opera! Or I could've actually gotten around to reading the letter from Petunia I got a couple of weeks ago!

Hmm… actually, yes, my situation is looking much better now. Although I really should probably read that letter, it may house something important. After all, Petty could be… like, I dunno, pregnant or something!

Okay, maybe not.

Well, now that I have everything in perspective… something horrible is about to happen!!

You don't know what's about to happen? Let me fill you in…

DUMBLEDORE HAS ASKED TO SPEAK WITH ME AND JAMES!!!!

What the Hell? What could he possibly have to say that would include the both of us? Jeeze, my life's stressful enough as it is; even if you ignore the melodrama that always comes with being a teenager! What is he thinking?

And it was so random too! One second I'm sitting for dinner last night, growling slightly because James is back into the "Annoy Lily" Mode, while I can sense Griffiths and Bitch Whore of Hell are eating each other, instead of food like normal people… the next Dumbledore is standing behind me requesting to speak with me and Potter this morning in his office!

I swear I didn't do anything this time! Although, there was a slight problem at the Hufflepuff table the other day; they were trying to branch out the FREEDOM FOREVER for vegetables movement, things were starting to get messy for a while there.

Anyway, so now I'm nervous, and I don't even know why I'm in trouble! Grr, arg!

Plus James doesn't know either: I know because he asked me, at just about the same moment as I asked him, I might add!

If this was last year, we would probably be up because we had another screaming match and he wanted us to set a better example for the other students. Hmm, weird, we haven't had one of those in ages!!

Hmm? What? Okay, I just got the nod from Slughorn, so has James, must be time to go on up.

"So."

"So." I glance over at James and can see he's as uncomfortable as I am. We haven't really been alone together since that… well, that time last year.

"I see Griffiths has managed to do the dumb thing, yet again."

Okay, well that was the worst conversation starter ever!

"Is that an insinuation that dating me was also a dumb thing to do?" I'm not really all that offended, but we've played this game long enough that I know my part without a thought.

"That's not what I meant, you know that's not what I meant!" he starts muttering to himself like a crazy person, "The dumb thing was letting you go."

Honestly, is it so hard for everyone to believe that I broke up with him?

"He didn't 'let me go'! I broke up with him!"

We turn another corner and I stroke the wall consolingly, I can't really imagine not being here next year.

"Same difference." James sneers; clearly he's not a big fan of Griffiths.

I just roll my eyes. If that's the way he wants to play it then I have one or two jabs I would like to administer!

"It's not like he's the only one to 'let me go', as you put it!"

Having chosen not to look at James, I can't see his reaction, but I can feel him struggle with anger. He clenches and unclenches his hands into fists, and more than once he shakes his head with frustration. I would find his horse-like movements, which are pretty hilarious, were it not for my fear of the incoming backlash. Really, I guess I shouldn't have said that, maybe it was a bit cruel, but hey!

Luckily, it would appear, I can see Severus Snape up ahead of us. Snape and I have this weird thing; in theory we should absolutely hate each other, we're opposites in so many ways, but we have this respect thing going on. I guess it's partly because we're both potions geeks, he has the 4th bets marks in our year, in times past we both hated James as much as the other, plus since our Fourth year when we had to do a project together we've found that our temperaments work well together.

However next to me I can feel Potter stiffen up even more.

"Hey Severus." He doesn't like it when I use his first name in front of Slytherins, but here it seems safe enough.

"Lily… Potter." His voice depends with disgust, James' does that too at times, just for a point of interest.

James just smirks, "Well, I always liked the sound of that too."

We slow to a stop facing each other as I scowl.

"Ow! Calm doesn Cyp, it was a joke! Quit slapping… ow! My head! OW!"

Severus blinks once, slowly, a sign that he's already bored.

"Ahem, sorry about that… Dumbledore asked to see us about something."

"Really?" he actually looks interested, staring close at us both, like staring closer will somehow reveal all of our secrets.

"Really, really."

Severus gazes at me with concern, "Is this about what happened this–"

I have to interrupt him before he can say something stupid. Honestly, boys are such blabbermouths!

"I dunno, I doubt it is though."

James is staring at me as well, but I just ignore his unspoken query.

"I must go."

With that Severus walks away, his robes billowing behind him comically. It's pretty cool, even when he's out of spirits he manages to find a way to keep our running "bat jokes" going.

I chuckle lightly and start waking again. James stands behind me confused, for a minute, but far too quickly decides to catch up.

"So… what happened when?"

Holy mother of Merlin! Just drop it!

"Just drop it! Please James."

"James…?"

Oh dear, I guess I haven't actually called him James aloud before, or at least not in a long while. Actually, when did I start calling him James in my head anyway? Jesus, I guess I've really opened a jar of Basilisks! Oh well, I guess there's only one way to make it through this sort of moment.

"No, actually, I'm Lily, you're James."

"You called ME James!" He's grinning his head off, and I will admit that it's infectious.

"Yeah, I noticed too."

James keeps grinning to himself, but for now he drops the subject… well, both of them.

Finally we come up to the Gargoyles outside the Headmaster's office, honestly why is that walk so long, but before anything can happen James clasps my shoulder.

What the?

"James what are–"

He steps up close to me, like chest-to-chest, if you will… oh MERLIN! He isn't gonna rape me is he?!

Calm down Lily, calm down, this is James, he's not that perverted.

"Lily," he practically breathes out my name, I can assure you that even I am aware of how sexy that is, "I just want you to know… I didn't let you go, and I never will let you go."

Uhm. Huh, that's… different from what I was expecting. Where's this coming from? Why is he telling me this? What does he want from me? Guys always want something.

"James…"

"I know you asked me to step back that day, and I have. But I thought you should know that I wouldn't just let you go like he did."

I feel… sort of fuzzy.

At the back of my mind I know that when he says 'like he did', he means Griffiths. But it's like everything's being blocked out. All I can hear are his words, repeating themselves in my head, and it's like his hazel eyes are expanding until they're all I can see.

CREAK

Holy crap!

I startle away from him to see that the door to Dumbledore's Office has finally appeared.

We start to trudge up them, I carefully avoid his gaze once more, but I can feel him watching me.

"There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness." I hear James mutter to himself. What the? What is it with this school and random quotes? It's so weird…

Coincidentally, is anyone else here really confused?

I mean, James has been pretty much a non-issue this past year. Granted he annoyed me constantly for five straight years, and then in 6th Year there was that Shakespeare quote thing… oh and that HUGE Hogsmeade thing, but this is totally out of the blue! I mean… grargh! So frigging… confusing!!

Did he mean what he said?

We finally step into Dumbledore's office, and I've gotta admit that I love it! I did ever since the first time I got called up after an "accident" during Transfig. with Bellatrix Black. Fun times, fun times. It's just so interesting! There's all this stuff happening all the time, whirring, turning, blinking, in the case Fawkes, squawking, there's always something to pay attention to. It's bloody brilliant!

Dumbledore is sitting there, quietly petting Fawkes, as James and I sit down, shifting uncertainly. He pulls his hand away and the B.O.D. (Bird Of Doom!) casually flies over to his perch. Dumbly leans forward to stare at us, and we stare back.

"Miss Evans, and Mr Potter. Very good of you both to come so promptly!" His blue eyes twinkle, and I get the sneaking suspicion that he knows every conversation that we had from the Greta Hall to here.

"Naturally sir!" James smirks from beside me, reaching towards to desk to get a sherbet lemon. How does he always manage that? He's always so comfortable no matter where he is. It's so disconcerting!

"Yes, yes, of course. Miss Evans, would you also like a sherbet lemon?"

I grin, but shake my head, "Sorry Prof, they're not really my style. Petunia spent most of my childhood teasing me with them, by now the problem has caused great psychological damage."

James lets out a bar of laughter, nearly choking on afore mentioned lolly of doom, while Dumbledore smiles, the eye twinkle increasing.

"Well then, that leaves nothing to discuss, but why I asked you two to my office this morning."

Gods what a relief! I really hate small talk with teachers, especially when they've called upon you for a specific reason. Dumbledore has more style than most; but I would still rather get down to business.

Don't even get me started on Slughorn. Meant to be in Slytherin, my arse!

Shudder

Dumbledore leans even more forward onto his desk and looks at us both firmly in the eye… which considering that we're sitting pretty far apart must be quite difficult. "I suspect you want to know why I didn't make you Head Boy and Girl this year."

Hmm… let me think… duh!! Why in the world want I not Head Girl? Why would he choose that ditsy shit whore, like Gabby, be chosen over me? All I ever wanted was to be friggin Head Girl, from the first time I saw one yell at Sirius Black, I knew that that was who I wanted to be. Why would Dumbledore take that opportunity away from me? James is sitting very, very still next to me, I think he never imagined that he was ever going to be Head Boy anyway, so it probably seemed like a non-issue.

Dumbledore sighs and stands up, gazing outside his office window. "The hardest decision I have to make each year is who to be our school's Head students. It often happens that we must compromise between who we want and who the Board and parents want. And who it is officially 'wise' to induct."

Why do I get the feeling that my blood was an issue?

"I'm sure you have noticed, as much as I and others have, that our choices for Head students this year were not as wise as they had originally appeared. I do not plan to slander you fellow students–"

"Oh please sir, there is no need to hold back on our account!"

"–Be that as it may, Mr Potter, it will do us little good. Allow me only to say that Mr Griffiths and Miss Zootin have not been the leaders this school needs in these troubled times. But I get ahead of myself. Mr Potter, Miss Evans, there's a reason why I chose not to make you this year's Head Boy and Girl. In fact, there were many reasons why I allowed other students to stand where you both rightfully belonged."

Damn straight 'rightfully belonged'!!

"The first, as much as I regret saying this, was the mater of blood, which was brought up immediately during the discussions."

A look of triumph overflows my features; but I can't help it. I was so right!!

"The problem was not only your muggle ancestry Miss Evans, but also your lack of muggle ancestry Mr Potter. In dark days such as these it was reasoned unwise to have a muggle born and a purely wizard born as the students' voice. They wished for a pair of half bloods, holding the belief that a more balanced pair is what this school needs."

I snort quietly and Dumbledore smiles at me, having slowly made his way back to us, he is sitting behind his desk once more.

"The other problem I found was that you two yourselves have been the sources of some very interesting incidents, in particular this summer past. It was suggested that there would be a negative backlash against you both if after these events you were put into positions of power."

I knew it was going to be something like that! Not 'knew' in the sense of having any idea really, but I knew there would be far reaching consequences. James tilts his head and I can see his confusions clearly, I suppose he's yet to hear about my holidays. Although, I'm more curious about what his big deal is.

"That's pretty ridiculous, if you don't mind me saying so sir. It's not like we caused anything to happen. Why should the school suffer because of some evil wank… waste of space?" James seems to have moved on from confusion, and is now embracing the feeling known as: self-righteous anger. I say: power to the people!!

"That it a very good question Mr Potter! The simplest answer would be that they were scared–"

"Who isn't?" I burst out. Holy crap! I so said that a loud didn't I? Dammit, my inner monologue seems to be acting up again. "Sorry Professor, continue."

His eyes continue to twinkle as ever, even though he takes my advice. "Yes, everyone is scared of the situation in our world currently, and key events such as what has happened to you Miss Evans," he nods slightly to me, "and you yourself Mr Potter, have not helped the situation. They want, in short, to forget anything that you have both experienced, and concentrate on the bright future the rest of your year will no doubt create."

Okay. I will admit that I sort of see where they're coming from. Man's ability to forget what they can't deal with is something that I have come into contact every holidays… coughPetuniacough… but, I have one little problem with the whole thing though.

"Professor? Why is it that us two are such a focus anyway? Heaps of people in this school have suffered, lost people, all that stuff, why are some of them still Prefects then?"

James nods once and turns his attention back to Dumbledore, who is smiling happily.

"I'm very glad you noticed that Miss Evans, I was wondering whether or not you had picked that up! To be frank, it is the simple matter that you two are the 'poster children' for the fight against Voldemort."

He. Said. His. Name! Okay, it's official; we have the coolest Headmaster on the planet! Wait… poster children?

"You are both what he disapproves of the most, and strives to destroy. You will notice that some losses recently have been caused by being lost in the crossfire, than working for or against any cause. So though some Prefects have lost some people, it hasn't been front-page news. In fact, the only exception has been the 6th year Prefect Emmeline Vance, and her family is far too old to have any bad news stick.

"Meanwhile, your story, Miss Evans, was broadcasted across the country as the most intriguing story in Wizarding history! And your story, Mr Potter, while not so widely circulated, is discussed constantly within tighter circles, as a sign of light out of these dark times.

"You are both considered to be the future of all that oppose Voldemort, and our society is not entirely comfortable with that prospect."

Ehm…. wow? Future, society, intriguing story, destroy? Holy cow, I am in way over my head here! I can't breath! And last summer wasn't that much of a big deal anyway. So, what the Hell is Potter's story?

"'Most intriguing story in Wizarding history'? What the Hell did you do last summer Lily?"

"Not any of your business, James!"

The nerve! He's looking at me like I owe him an explanation or something, which I so do not!

"Fine." He looks away, and it's obvious from his enunciation that it's anything but.

Oh crap, I'm gonna throw him a bone, I can tell! I'd been doing so well too! No one at school had connected the dots yet, but here I am about to do it for him. Goddamit!

"James, they're just dead, okay? They're all dead."

Bar Petunia, but that doesn't count, not according to her anyway.

"Look at the front page of the Daily Prophet from July the 7th, Mr Potter, and you'll find an interesting story."

Dumbledore is watching me closely, probably worried I'm gonna break down or something, which, frankly, isn't gonna be a problem here.

"The Surrey Massacre." James whispers quietly, looking at me with a touch of fear.

"Bingo."

Halle-bloody-lujah! It's done! Another chapter. Guys, I'm sorry that it took so bloody long! I just got paused, and then school started, so I didn't have a spare second! But I'm here okay? I'm here!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So, didja like? Are you intrigued? Did I surprise you with, part of, Lily's secret? Do you forgive Dumbledore for not making them heads? Do you want to know what James's secret is?

No?

Oh well, seeya soon!