Wow, thanks for the reviews (: This if from Lily's Point of View. So…chapter four. Enjoy.
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Chapter Four
God, I was so dang tired! I hated my little secret. It was such a pain in the ass. Metaphorically and literally. Dragging my feet, I walked up to the dormitory.
I had gone wandering in the halls to explore the castle a little bit before bed, for two reasons: the first, obviously, because I wanted to see more of Hogwarts. The second? My dorm mates were either complete bitches or totally creepy. Well, except Alice.
Contestant number one: Casey Marchbanks. She wears the tiniest, most revealing clothes possible. I can't really describe it better than that, because there's not much to tell you about. She acts like she's better at everything than anybody else because her mom's an O.W.L. inspector person and knows a lot of important, influential people at the Ministry, and Casey is always bragging how she's going to become Minister of Magic or something like that. Yeah, right.
Contestant number two: Isabella Ollivander. She has these eyes that just…stare you down. And they don't stop staring until they find a new target, which they don't stop staring at until they find a new target, and so on. Unfortunately, I was the target for something like two hours, so I had this weird feeling of being watched the entire time I was in the dormitory. Also, she wears super, super dark make-up and has her own little group of friends that look exactly like her. And, to top it all off, she has the biggest and most pronounced crush ever on the weirdo king of the school, Xenophilius Lovegood.
Contestant number three: Julie Parkinson. I have absolutely no idea how she got into Gryffindor. She should, by all means, be in Slytherin. She lies even when the truth serves her better; she's sly, cunning, greedy, and Casey's best friend. No surprise there, I guess, since they're so much alike.
Finally, contestant number four: Alice Jones. She's the only one that is moderately nice to me and wears regular, average clothes. She's got a boyfriend, Frank Longbottom, he's in our House too, and I met him. He seems nice, but it's fairly hard to tell if someone is decent or not when you're yelling your head off at Potter because he won't leave you alone.
Anyways, I'm so tired, like I said before. I hate it when it's almost time. It really takes a lot out of me, and I look different, because my hair turns all silvery-reddish, I get bags under my eyes, and I always have to go to Madam Pomfrey so she can go off about how important it is that I go to her at the right time, where to meet her, blah blah blah.
Anyways, as I said, I was returning from my walk when I heard footsteps behind me. Whipping around, I saw Petunia, walking next to this sallow, greasy-haired, pale-skinned boy. I tried to go to the common room, but before I could, Petunia saw me and sneered, "Well, well, well, if it isn't my little Squib of a sister."
I was immediately on the defensive. "I'm not a Squib," I returned hotly.
"You're as good as one; you barely know any spells," Petunia told me dismissively.
"I do too!" This was true-I'd taught myself a couple of spells my father had been too lazy to teach me. Actually, he didn't really teach me anything.
"Yeah? Let's see," Petunia sneered. So did the greasy-haired boy, even though he didn't know me. Well, I thought bitterly, if he knows Petunia, he probably thinks I'm a Muggle-attacking freak, or something along those lines.
"Uh…I don't really want-" I started, but was cut off by the sound of Petunia screaming an attack spell. I pulled my wand out, wracking my brain for some sort of counter.
Protegeo, or a Shield Charm, will protect you from minor and moderate curses, I remembered from one of my textbooks.
"Protegeo!" I roared, hoping the spell would go right.
It did. Petunia's offensive burst of sparks shattered to pieces when it collided with my Shield Charm. Thank God I'd read Standard Book of Spells, grade Five already. Petunia scowled.
"You'll pay for that. I'll make sure of it," she hissed to me. Then, tugging on the pale-skinned boy's arm, who threw me a dirty look, they swept out of the corridor and towards the passageway to the dungeons, which was where their common room was set.
Bloody hell, I reflected, thinking of Petunia's words to me, you'd think we were lifelong enemies, not people with the same birthparents. I refused to call her my sister; a sister was someone who made you feel better and stuck up for you, the two people didn't have to be related, in my mind.
Luckily, I got past the Fat Lady and the common room without any more incidents, though I had a close shave with Peeves, who narrowly missed me while floating along in the hallways, singing a very rude song at the top of his lungs.
No one was in the dormitory, to my relief. Quietly, I slipped off my school robes, put on my pajamas, and went into a thankfully dreamless sleep.
A/N: Okay, sorry for the author's note, but I just wanted to let you know that this is from James's point of view.
This is excellent. I love this prank.
We always do start of the year pranks, but I think this one might be the best one yet. And it's going to start in five….four….three….two….one.
Right in front of the teacher's table at breakfast, a huge amount of different colored, magical fireworks went off, forming a picture of a lion wrestling a snake, while a badger and a raven (sorry, I don't know what else to do as Ravenclaw) clapping. Then, after the lion won, all three animals broke into an inappropriate song for school that had to do with bringing down Slytherin. Sirius caught my eye and pretended to conduct them. I grinned; his lyrics were brilliant. Finally, the picture vanished with a pop, then a large 'M' surrounded by a circle replaced it before it went away completely. The Marauders always leave their trademark.
Silence for a moment. Then, applause broke out from all of the tables except Slytherin, who were sitting there sulkily, hands crossed against their chests. They knew they were going to be the butt of the joke, like they always were, but that didn't make them any less cross when it actually happened.
"Mr. Potter?" I heard Filch's timid voice call me. I turned to him. He looked a little…scared?
"Yeah?" I asked, completely at ease.
"Um…well…I have reason to believe that you did that prank, and according to-"
"Do you have any proof?"
"Well," he stammered, "no, but-"
"Then I guess that we're okay, then," I cut across him smoothly. Filch looked a little confused, but he nodded and scurried away. I smirked. It was definitely fun training this amateur.
I turned to Sirius and gave him a huge grin. He returned it, saying, "Prongs, my man, we did it!"
"I know!" I exclaimed.
"Potter! Black!" McGonagall's voice rang out, stiff and firm. Oh, shit. McGonagall isn't going to let us off the hook.
"Yes, Professor?" we said in unison, apprehensive.
"You disrupted breakfast, and-"
"But Professor," I protested, "how do you know it was us? You have no proof-"
"Don't give me any of that today, Potter," she said in a tired voice. "I think we can both agree it was you."
"Yes, Professor," I said in a dejected voice. We were going to get a detention for this, I was sure of it.
"You both have detention tonight with Mr. Filch." Surprise, surprise. "Meet him next to the portrait of Walden the Weird at six thirty. I will see you in my class today." And with that, she turned and walked on to her classroom to prepare for her first class, robes billowing behind her.
"Well, at least we have it with Filch. He'll go easy on us," Sirius encouraged. "And besides, at least we have Moony tonight to look forward to." I nodded, letting him lighten me up. I didn't feel like being in a depressing mood today…but then again…I never was in a depressing mood. A few steps along the corridor, Remus and Wormtail joined us.
We walked to our first class, joking about some pranks we had been discussing last night. I walked into Double Potions with the Slytherins for our first class, still laughing. But when I saw Lily, I stopped.
"What's up, Prongs?" Sirius asked, carefree. Then, he followed my line of vision, saw Lily, and smirked.
"Don't worry, Prongs, you've never failed on a girl yet. Just flirt with her a little, make her feel comfortable. Then, just-"
"I know how to do it," I snapped. Sirius leered at me.
"If you say so, Prongs," he replied. We took the only seats that were available. They were perfect because a, they were in the back, and b, there was a seat right next to Evans.
Lily stiffened up a little, then when I sat down next to her. Ha, I thought triumphantly, that's one of the first signs to show a girl likes you- they get all nervous, but then they try to hide it.
I didn't need to listen to Professor Slughorn- I already knew all the stuff he was teaching, so instead, I studied Lily. I noticed she had little silver streaks in her hair, and that there were sharp bags under her eyes.
Odd, I mused, why would she have silver hair? Or bags under her eyes- I saw her go to bed early. I blew it off, though- she might have had a restless sleep last night or something, and the silver must be a genetic thing. It actually looked pretty good on her.
Old Sluggy finished the explanation of what the potion did, flicked his wand, and made instructions on how to make it on the blackboard. Even though Potions wasn't my best subject, I already knew how to brew this, so that meant that I could focus on Lily almost the entire period.
"So," I started casually, after we got our stuff from the cupboard. "How do you like Hogwarts so far?"
Lily started a little in surprise that someone was talking to her. When she saw me, she sighed.
"I like it pretty good, I guess. But a lot of people don't want to be my friend." She gave me a pointed look, one that said you-know-what-I'm-talking-about.
"Didn't you explain that wasn't the case?"
"Uh…well…they didn't really give me the chance. Every time someone saw me, they pretty much just walked the other way or refused to talk to me. I don't get why they won't just let me tell the truth." She hung her head and looked so dejected, so I tried to sling my arm around her shoulders and comfort her. Also, I wanted to touch her- a little perverted, I know, but I can't help it- I'm a hormonal teenager. Sirius turned around to see the incident and grinned at me, knowing both of my motives.
But right after our skin made contact, she gasped. I could detect fear in her features as she pulled away from me, fast. So fast, in fact, that she almost toppled to the ground.
Right before she left the chair, I put my hand around her waist and yanked her up. She glanced up at me, her face as red as her hair.
"Uh…thanks," she mumbled, but I didn't let go.
"Go out with me, Evans?" I whispered into her ear. A little gleam came into her eyes, but she covered it by rolling them. I saw it, though- a millisecond before they went in circles. Ha, I thought, I knew it; she likes me, even if she doesn't know it yet.
"No," Lily whispered back. I straightened up, not sad at all, and told her in a regular voice, "Right, well, our Quidditch lesson non-date thingy is tomorrow night- meet me at the Quidditch pitch around seven."
For some reason, this made her go red again, and she muttered, "Okay."
The rest of the lesson went by pretty quickly, because all we did was work on our potions, me making occasional conversation with her.
During the entire thing, I was wondering about her sister. Why was she so mean to her? And why was she always so reluctant to answer questions about her father?
The rest of the day passed without much incident- I asked Evans out a few more times, and she refused all the requests. Of course, this didn't deter me one bit.
At the end of the day, while Sirius and I were on our way to detention, I called out to Lily just to annoy her, "Goodbye, my sweet little flower, oh, how much I will miss you in just the short time that I am gone-"
"SHUT UP!" she screamed, her usual response. I'm guessing she does this because she doesn't' like a lot of attention…I don't know why, because I eat it up.
Filch was waiting for us at the end of the hall, probably waiting to give Sirius and I some kind of lecture that I'm sure we will never remember. Sirius turned to me and gave me an encouraging sort of smile. I sighed and returned it. At least I had Moony to look forward to.
Lily's Point of View
That James Potter. He…just…oh, I don't know. But he's something, all right. He really is something.
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