Don't own Harry Potter or any of the characters other than Penny, Marcel, Heather, and Reagan. JK Rowling, the author of the fabulous Harry Potter series, is amazing and I'm extremely jealous of her.

Chapter 2: Night Patrols

POV: Lily Evans

I had a painful nightmare of awful things that could have happened to Heather and her family over the summer, but they were forgotten once I got up and showered this morning.

Penny and Marcel were sleeping when I woke up and, deciding not to wake them, I went downstairs for breakfast by myself. The Great Hall was practically empty other than most of the first years and a few older kids, not very many students keen on getting up so early on our first day back to school.

I sat down on one end of the Gryffindor table where not many people were and put some food on my plate, but instead of eating it, just moved it back and forth thinking about my possible schedule and future career possibilities.

Around five minutes after I had entered the Great Hall, Sirius and Peter came down and sat a few seats away from me.

"Ah, Evans," Sirius said, looking over at me once him and Peter had piled their plates with food and had taken some time to stop stuffing his face. "How are you this fine morning?"

"Fine, Black," I replied, pretty hostile.

"You seem a little distant from the world this morning. Something wrong? Already gotten a detention with Slughorn?" He asked me, teasingly.

I made a face. "You know I've never gotten a detention in my life," I told him, rolling my eyes.

"Well, let's change that, shall we?" Sirius said with an amused expression on his face.

"Stop bothering her," Marcel snapped as she came and sat down on the other side of me, away from Sirius, Penny coming on the opposite side of the table.

"My apologizes, Marcel. Next time I'll wait until you're not around to bother her," Sirius replied, turning his full attention back to his plate of food.

"Thanks," I said to Marcel as she rolled her pretty blue eyes and turned away from him in disgust and towards me.

"No worries. That's what friends are for, right?" she asked, smiling at me.

I nodded and she and Penny began discussing the benefits of Divination.

A little later, James came down beside Sirius and Remus sat across from him. It was weird sitting with only a seat in between us and not to be in some sort of argument with him. But of course, that did not last for long.

"Good morning, Lily," James said, grinning his cocky grin at me.

"Morning, Potter," I replied coolly to him.

"Miss me?"

I sighed and rolled my eyes. "Hardly."

"I'm sure," he smirked and I internally groaned: already acting like a git this morning, are we? "So have nice dreams?"

"No," I said being honest.

"I'm sorry. I had a pretty nice dream myself, if I may say so," he said, smirking and then looking at me intently to a point where it made me feel awkward, so I stared at my food, pushing it around on the plate.

"That's great," I replied sarcastically.

"Yeah, it was pretty great."

POV: James Potter

I stared at Lily wishing at that moment I could know what she was thinking. I could tell she was still upset about her friend and all I could think of to do was say that I had a good dream last night. But in all honesty, I did. It was about Lily, she told me she loved me and we ended up kissing passionately, which amounted to making out, which amounted to…okay, I won't go into the details but you see my point.

So Professor McGonagall began passing out schedules at that point, which quite frankly I was grateful for. If she hadn't, I might've gone ahead and told Lily about my dream just to see her reaction and hope it would be something other than disgust (which it wouldn't be) and then we would get into a row and I would have already started the year off badly. So when McGonagall handed me my schedule, I looked down and noticed that today I had double Potions, NEWT level, Charms, NEWT level, and free period. I was excited because I knew Lily would be taking the same things and hopefully have a free period with me, so for the entire morning and most of the afternoon, she'd be stuck with me.

I looked over to where Lily was seated, just one seat over, and tried to read her schedule, but couldn't. I sighed and decided to attempt to listen to the conversation Remus, Peter, and Sirius were having about some sort of new candy Honeydukes is coming out with, although I couldn't really concentrate with Lily so close to me, watching her look down at her schedule, approving it, taking small bites to eat. Every single thing she does fascinates me in some odd way.

Finally, breakfast ended and I headed to double Potions, carefully watching Lily a few meters ahead of me, but staying far back enough so she wouldn't notice me.

"Oi, Prongs!" Sirius said, blowing my cover as he caught up to me.

"What?" I hissed back at him; luckily Lily had not heard Sirius call me our codenames.

"We both have double Potions, so I was trying to get you to wait up," Sirius said, matter-of-factly.

Remus, too, had double Potions with us, though Peter did not; he was taking Muggle Studies instead.

"Oh, right. Where's Moony?" I asked, turning around for the briefest instant to look for him before returning my gaze back to Lily Evans, the girl of my dreams for some unknown reason.

"Dunno. He ran off ahead of us, before we had even finished eating." Sirius shrugged.

We arrived in the dungeons, where Slughorn's class was and I saw Lily sit down by herself. Remus was seated in a seat ahead of her.

"You go on and sit with Moony," I told Sirius.

He looked at me a little confused, but followed my gaze.

"Ah," he said simply and went to sit down by Remus.

I went over and put my stuff down beside Lily. I had decided that this year I would actually try in my classes to show to Lily that I had matured over the summer and was dedicated like her.

"Good morning, Evans," I said, trying to sound nonchalant.

"What do you want?" she snapped back, her emerald green eyes narrowing instantly.

"That wasn't a very pleasant greeting. A little angry this morning, are we, Lily?" I asked her, grinning the grin: the one she hated, the grin of arrogance and cockiness, but it was something that couldn't be stopped; it was part of me and I couldn't help but at least attempt to feel confident around her, after all, who like a guy who feels insecure?

"Just stressed; and you being around makes everything worse," she told me truthfully but her voice was full of anger.

"I knew you get distracted by me," I replied, purposefully taking her comment as something different than what she intended it to be. I was dumb, for I knew the fuming reaction I would receive from her.

"Listen, Potter, the reason you being around makes it worse it that you are incredibly annoying. You are arrogant, a nuisance, and a pain in my arse. Fine, I'll sit by you today, but you better not bother me or mess up my grade," Lily spat at me in a hushed dangerous tone.

I couldn't help but feel insulted and happy that she talked to me at all. Yes, I know, mixed emotions for me when I'm around Lily are quite common. I was going to retort, but at that precise moment, Slughorn came out and beamed down at us (well, at Lily, not me) and began talking to us about the importance of NEWTs and blah, blah, blah.

At the end of class, Lily rushed out before I could utter a single syllable to her, so I slowly headed to my next class.

The day slowly ticked by and finally it was over. The thrill of having Lily in all my classes of the day ended pretty quickly, seeing as how she flat out refused to talk to me.

During dinner, when Peter sat three seats down from her, I sat across from him, so that I could glance at her easily and, hopefully, without her noticing.

As soon as dinner was over, I headed upstairs to the common room, accompanied by Sirius and Peter since Remus decided to go hideaway in the library and begin homework. We, instead, decided to talk about our next trip to Hogsmeade (our next trip, not the school's) and what we were going to do when we went other than buy things from Zonko's and watch Sirius flirt with Madam Rosmerta.

POV: Lily Evans

I decided to go to the library after dinner and begin on my homework for Potions and Charms, though we hadn't really learned anything new yet, why not refresh my memory?

I sat down in the back corner and began practicing all the Charms I had ever learned, but I got a little carried away because when I checked the clock, I noticed it was time to start the nighttime rounds…with Potter.

I headed upstairs to the common room, took one quick glance around to see if he was there (he wasn't) and then headed out in front of the portrait, where I waited for ten minutes.

I realized then that he wasn't coming, so I went ahead and set off on my own to patrol the school. It was quiet and dark, walking through the moonless corridors, every little sound making me jump with fright. At one point, the silence became eerie, so I began humming to myself just for some noise. The only noise in the entire area was my humming and footsteps until I heard someone, or something, quietly approach me from behind.

My eyes widened and my pulse quickened. I don't know why I felt so nervous hearing some student out of bed; really not too surprising, but still…

I took out my wand and pointed it in the direction of the noise, muttering, "Lumos."

"'Ello."

I screamed when I saw James standing directly in front of me, grinning from ear to ear. His eyes widened when he saw my expression and he covered my mouth as my terrified noise escaped me.

"Sorry, Evans, didn't mean to frighten you," James said after I yanked his hand off my mouth.

My heart was still pounding a million beats a second, but it was slowly calming and my breathing was slow and exaggerated as I attempted to force it to slow down even more.

"Potter, what the bloody hell was that for?" I angrily hissed at him.

His hazel eyes looked surprised as he pushed down my wand in fear that I might hex him, something I was definitely considering. "Sorry, Evans. I didn't know you'd freak out so much," James repeated.

I sighed. "Well, I wasn't expecting anyone, it's a moonless night, so its dark and extremely silent, when suddenly I hear something quietly approaching and when I light up the room, that something is right in front of me. It was just a little terrifying," I said hotly.

He rolled his eyes. "I was just trying to find you because I realized I was late for patrols. I've been searching for a while now," he lied. I could tell it was a lie because of how he didn't look me in the eye and how he ruffled his hair, messing it up even more, a nervous and cocky habit of his.

I sighed. "Alright, let's finish patrolling," I said, walking forward. He followed me in silence and stayed about five paces behind me the entire time; the only way I knew he was there was the sound of his quiet footsteps echoing my own.

Back in the dormitory, I noticed Heather's four-poster bed was still empty and neatly made, waiting for her to come. I didn't think I could wait a full week before asking Professor Dumbledore, but I should be patient. What if she is just sick and can't come yet? Yes, I'm sure that's it. Or they had a flight that got canceled from wherever they went this summer (her mum is a Muggle, so they travel the Muggle way)? That sounds much more likely, that is definitely what happened.

But the rest of the week passed; we mostly were given instructions over the difficult year ahead of us and spent the rest of our classes reviewing previous things to refresh our memories, as I had done our second day back, so I had a lot of extra time on my hands.

I also read the Daily Prophet, which told of the Muggle killings and how it was in some way linked to Voldemort…I shivered involuntarily at just the thought of his name. So that's when I really started to get worried was when it said he was going about killing mostly Muggles and Muggle-born witches and wizards; Heather and all her little sisters were Muggle-borns, like me, but they lived with their Muggle mum, only. I prayed that nothing happened to them, and I looked into it at the library; luckily it held no information of attacks where Heather lives.

Finally Friday came around and, unfortunately, Heather still hadn't come, so I did as James had suggested (I know, what on earth is wrong with me?) and went to go talk to Professor Dumbledore.

Being Head Girl, I knew where his office is and the password, so I said it to the gargoyle, which sprouted stairs, and climbed up them, knocking on the large door.

"Come in," I heard a voice from within the room.

I stepped in and immediately looked around the room I had only seen a few times before (when I was doing prefect duties) and noted that he had a few new gadgets along his shelves of possessions.

"Ah, Miss Evans. I was expecting you. Please sit down," he said, gesturing to the chair in front of his desk, peering over his half-moon spectacles and looking at me in a way where I felt I was being x-rayed.

"Y-you were?" I asked, stuttering slightly.

"Yes, I was, as a matter of fact," he said, smiling ever so slightly.

I was expecting him to say more, so we sat in silence for a few moments, which he interrupted. "Is there something you wish to ask?"

"Oh, yes, I'm sorry!" I said, blushing. "I'm not sure if you can tell me, but I was wondering if you knew why Heather isn't here? She hasn't sent me any letters or contacted Penny, Marcel, or me the entire summer and I'm getting really worried about her," I blurted out.

"The reason Heather is no longer at Hogwarts is that her mother feels it is no longer safe, the wizarding world that is. They are in hiding in a different country, which is why you haven't received any letters; too risky," he explained to me. "She is safe, for now, and will not be returning, nor will her younger sisters. There were a few attacks near the town they live in so her mother thought it best to flee. I hope you understand and are not angry with your friend." He paused and I shook my head immediately. He smiled a little more. "I knew you would understand. Remember, if there is ever a case where you do need her, I'm sure you'll find a way to contact your friend. Why don't you go back to your room and get some rest? Or, I presume since it is the first Friday, maybe you will stay up late with your friends?" he asked, amused.

"But Professor, what about my patrols?" I asked him, astonished.

"Take Friday's off. Everyone deserves a break," he said, smiling even more now, his blue eyes twinkling as if he had some sort of inside joke relating to his statement.

"Okay, thank you," I said, getting up and going to the door.

Professor Dumbledore followed me, opening the door for me.

"Goodbye, Miss Evans. Have a good evening," he said with an amused expression on his face.

"Goodbye, Professor. Thank you," I told him as I headed down the stairs. When I got to the bottom, I saw James there. I groaned internally.

"Do you really hate me that much?" James asked me, genuinely curious. Apparently I had groaned out loud, too.

"You are such a pest," I told him, heading back to the Gryffindor common room.

"So, how is Heather? Everything all right?" he asked me tentatively.

"Not really. But is anything all right these days? I mean, there is a war going on and here we all are, sitting on our arses and doing nothing while our friends and family are out there in a potentially dangerous situation!" I said, upset and angry with the images running through my head. I realized I was close to tears.

James looked surprised. "So Heather is in a potentially dangerous situation?"

I sighed. "Her mum took her and her sisters somewhere else, to another country, to hide away. Apparently there were attacks by their town and they are in hiding," I stressed the last word. My roommate and good friend was in hiding and I hadn't even known it until now. Who knows when she even left? It could've been a week, a month, two months before school had started and I didn't even know.

"I'm sorry. But at least she's safe," James said, shrugging.

"For now," I muttered quietly, but he seemed to have heard this.

"Everything's going to be okay," he said, touching my arm ever-so slightly.

I pulled it away immediately; I could see his face was hurt for a moment, but he masked it quickly. "How do you know?" I muttered once more before saying the password to the Fat Lady and going up to my dormitory, ignoring James as he called my name.

POV: James Potter

I didn't dare try and stop Lily as I watched her walk up the stairs. I tried calling for her…four times. But she ignored me and sauntered upstairs, so I assumed she wanted to be left alone.

I went ahead and decided to go sit down with Sirius and Peter who were arguing over something, but I interrupted their conflict immediately.

"Okay," I said, slamming my books on the table.

They both looked up, startled.

"What's going on, Prongs, mate?" Sirius said, smiling.

"I need to find a new chaser and new beater for the team," I told them. "And I'm making a notice to put on the board." I stole Peter's quill and began scribbling a notice. "There, how does it look?"

"You can't read it," Peter said, making a face.

"I guess your right." I redid it, using my wand to make it readable and placed it on the notice board. Immediately I saw people signing up; a lot of people. I sighed: in two weeks I decided I would hold tryouts and judging by the already long list, which was inevitably going to get longer, it would be a long day.

POV: Lily Evans

I was upset about Heather and James just trying to comfort me made me feel extremely awkward, so I fled the situation. Up in my dormitory, I was telling Penny and Marcel what Professor Dumbledore told me.

They were both in complete shock.

"WHAT?!" Marcel screamed at the same time Penny yelled, "She's in HIDING?"

I nodded lamely to their questions before replying, "But apparently they are doing it as a precaution, there was no motive for Voldemort to be after them or anything. Just a precaution." I repeated it to get it into their heads.

"I HATE that man, if you can call him one. He is evil and cruel. How can someone get that way? Honestly?" Marcel wondered aloud.

Penny grimaced and I shrugged.

"Well, I'm going to bed," I told them, pulling the curtains of my four-poster around to block them from view.

"But its hardy nine," Marcel complained.

"I know, I'm just tired," I lied easily.

"Alright. We'll go down to the common room so we don't bother you," Penny said and I could practically hear here pulling Marcel downstairs so they could discuss this further.

I lied down and stared at the red velvet curtains for a while. I even heard my roommates return, gossiping in hushed tones as they got ready for bed.

The last thing I heard before falling asleep was Penny talking about Quidditch and how she was signing up to tryout to be a chaser. I smiled, thinking she'd be a perfect choice, but fell asleep dreaming of Penny riding a broomstick with Heather and then Death Eaters coming to attack on the Quidditch field.

Second chapter. I don't think I do very good from Lily's point of view; I like writing James' better because he's more immature .

Please review XD

again, I'm sorry if it sucked. I'm trying

-Mai