A.N. I'll Keep this short since I've been so horrible and haven't written in a LONG TIME. Consider this my Christmas gift to all of you!
J.K. Rowling owns Harry Potter. There is no spell that can change that. I just work with her world and add my own crazy flair.
****Before James met up with Lily****
"Where is Moony? He can't expect us to do all the work for this Halloween party without him," complained Sirius from where he was lounging on a hammock that had been transfigured to look like a gigantic cobweb.
"Yeah, you complain. I'm the only one doing any work," grumbled Peter, who was hesitantly standing beside a box that contained large spiders, cringing as he reached toward them.
"Did you say something Wormy?" asked Sirius, flicking his amused gaze lazily over to the pudgy boy.
Peter looked on the verge of saying something. His mouth opened slightly, but after a few seconds his face flushed and he turned back toward the spiders. Sirius' smirk deepened, and James just rolled his eyes.
"You know he's upset about Hannah, Pads, just give him some time," said James, who was lazily flicking his wand and hanging curtains of spider webs from the ceiling, lounging beside Sirius on a chair that was transfigured to look like a skull.
"He's had time, Prongs, he's been moping all week long. It's not normal," whined Sirius.
"You're just upset because he hasn't done his homework, so you can't copy it," said James impishly.
"There is that, but he's also helping you to ruin our reputation," said Sirius, flicking his disapproving gaze toward James.
"And what is that supposed to mean?" asked James.
"You know what it means. We used to be the Marauders, the ladies men of Hogwarts, the men women drooled over, who always left the girls wanting more. Now we just look like saps, and the only thing girls will be queuing up for us now is to let us carry their purses. Prongs has allowed Lily to take complete control over him, and Moony is moping non-stop over Hannah. He's probably in our dorm with the curtains drawn around his four-poster, sobbing and writing sad love poems," said Sirius in disgust.
"I do not allow Lily to control me. If anything, I control her," said James defiantly.
Sirius and Peter both snorted.
"I don't know what you're laughing about; I do whatever I want to do," said James.
"Prove it," said Sirius.
"How?"
"I have a great idea for a prank that may just take Moody's mind off of Hannah," said Sirius, a hug smile on his face.
"Another good idea from Pads, is it even possible?" asked James in mock-surprise.
"Well someone has to be the smart one since Moony's missing," said Sirius.
"And you think that would be you?" asked Peter, snorting loudly.
"I wouldn't be so smug if I was you, Wormy. You might just end up with a few leggy, crawly visitors in your bed tonight if you continue," said Sirius. Peter squealed, making Sirius smile wider.
"Can you just tell us what this brilliant plan is already, unless you don't really have one," said James.
"Oh, it is definitely a good plan. One that will get you in BIG trouble with Lily," said Sirius. "You ok with that, or do you want to check with her first?" asked Sirius, raising his eyebrows at James.
"I do not need to ask her permission. Besides she is so in love with me now that she thinks everything I do is perfect," said James.
"Sure," said Sirius with heavy sarcasm.
"Just tell us your idea," said James in obvious frustration.
Lily stood in the common room the next morning after her shower, reliving her kiss with James. She knew she should be thinking about the first quidditch match that was only a few short hours away, but her brain just wouldn't focus. Everything about the kiss had been perfect, exactly what she needed to be reassured of his feelings for her. Lily sank down into the plushy couch, wondering when James would wake up. It had been very quiet in the common room since she had woken up, which was common on a regular Saturday morning, but she had expected James to wake up early and freak out about the impending match.
After another fifteen minutes of waiting, and after flipping through one of the quidditch magazines James had left on the coffee table, Lily decided to head down to breakfast by herself. Her stomach was starting to rumble, and she would need plenty of fuel for her first match. As the match drew closer she started feeling nerves thrumming through her, competing for her attention, pushing images of the previous night out of her mind.
When Lily arrived in the Great Hall, she was surprised to see the Marauders already seated at the table. Even Sirius was up, shoveling overflowing spoonfuls of porridge into his mouth. Remus, who had been absent for several meals and even a few classes in the past week was sitting beside Peter, pushing a pile of eggs around his plate. His eyes were dull with deep black circles rimming them. He looked horrible. Lily felt an immediate sadness as she looked at him. She knew he was miserable without Hannah.
"Hey, Lupin, how are you?" she asked as she squeezed in between him and James. She placed her hand on his shoulder and felt him flinch underneath her touch.
"Alright," he said quietly, staring down at his plate.
"So you ready for your first match, Evans?" asked Sirius.
"I'm nervous, but as soon as I get up in the air I know I'll be fine," said Lily confidently. Truthfully she didn't quite feel as relaxed as she was acting, but she figured if she acted confident then she would feel confident.
"She's doing better than you did your first match, mate," said Sirius, looked at James with an amused smile. "I didn't think you were going to make it."
"Why? What happened on the day of his first match?" asked Lily.
"Lily, do you want to go down to the pitch a little early?" interrupted James, shooting a glare toward Sirius.
"What happened?" asked Lily curiously, ignoring James.
"He hid in his bed, refusing to go down. He had a dream that he fell off his broom and thought it was a premonition," said Sirius. "And when we finally talked him into going, he hurled in a bush outside the pitch."
"But then he went on to score one hundred points, more than the rest of his team combined," said Lily sweetly, smiling up at James, patting his hand.
"How do you know that? Do your remember?" asked James, staring at her with a guarded expression.
"I don't know. It just came to me all of a sudden," said Lily, confused herself. She had momentarily remembered watching a younger James zooming around the pitch scoring all of those goals.
"Do you remember anything else?" asked Sirius casually, though when Lily looked up at him she could have sworn she saw a moment of panic flash through his eyes.
"No, just James flying around the pitch," said Lily, "you looked really cute in your quidditch gear."
"Isn't that cute? Now I think I'm going to puke in the bushes outside of the pitch," said Sirius, clutching his stomach and pretending to be sick.
"You don't have to be jealous, Pads, someday you'll find your soulmate, too," said James, smiling at Sirius and patting him on the back.
"Merlin, I hope not. Not if it makes me look as pathetic as you look right now," said Sirius. But he was staring down at his bowl, mushing his porridge against its sides.
"So are you really as confident as you seem?" asked James. They were walking down to the pitch, swinging their linked hands through the chilly air.
"I'm really nervous, James. I don't think I can do this," said Lily in a worried voice.
"Lily, you don't have to be nervous. You'll be great!" comforted James, pulling her closer to him and putting his arm around her shoulder. The bright fall leaves waved from the tree line of the forbidden forest and their shoes crunched through fallen leaves.
"No, I'll be awful. I think I'm about to run back to my bed and hide in it, or puke in the bushes," said Lily, smiling at James, unable to completely stifle her laughter.
"That's pathetic, Evans," said James, smiling back at her, "at least do something original."
"Alright, how about I just pull you under the stands and snog you until the match is over," said Lily, shooting James a look that definitely had him considering it for a moment.
"Because you're nervous?" asked James.
"No, because I've been thinking about our kiss all morning, and I want to kiss you again," said Lily, her cheeks turning rosy.
"Me too," said James, squeezing her hand.
"So?" asked Lily, "Do you want to?"
"After the match. We can celebrate our victory just the two of us," said James.
"You're awfully confident in yourself," Lily said, shaking her head at him.
"No, I'm confident that I have the best beater in the school," said James.
"If that's even true, it's only because I've been trained by the best Captain Hogwarts has ever had," said Lily.
"I'm definitely going to be sick now," said Sirius, pretending to hurl as he walked past them.
"One day, Pads," said James, rolling his eyes at Sirius.
"Stop threatening me, Prongs, you'll give me nightmares. Just make sure you're ready to be a real Marauder after the match," said Sirius before heading toward the changing rooms.
"What was that about?" asked Lily.
"Nothing, let's go get ready for the match," said James, wiping his sweaty palms on his jeans. He really hoped that Lily didn't get angry at what was about to happen. He really wanted to celebrate their victory with her after the match.
"Ready?" Sirius whispered in James' ear as he passed the Captain on the way down to the pitch. It had been a quick, eventless match. Gryffindor had flattened Hufflepuff easily, Sirius catching the snitch within the first fifteen minutes. Although James knew he hadn't played his best, he had been too preoccupied with watching Lily and making sure she didn't get injured, they had still been one hundred points above Hufflepuff when the snitch was caught. Now that the match was over, it was time to have some fun.
"Definitely," said James, allowing a slight grin to appear on his face for a second before he composed himself. He didn't want to get caught for what he was about to do.
"Somnium somni," James whispered quietly as he walked out into the middle of the pitch, his voice drowned out in the cheering of the Gryffindors in the stands and the boos and hisses coming from the Slytherin stands. James tucked his wand back into his pocket and advanced.
"Somnium somni," Sirius whispered as James came up to him. Out of the corner of his eye, James saw Sirius smirking. "Now just sit back and enjoy this," whispered Sirius.
At first James thought that the spell hadn't worked. The crowd continued to cheer and boo as they had before, and nothing appeared to be different. As soon as he saw Dumbledore march out onto the middle of the pitch, however, he knew that it would be brilliant. James clutched his broomstick and concentrated on keeping a straight face.
"Attention students. I have a very grave announcement to make. I do not wish to alarm anyone here, but I feel it is my duty to inform you that," said Dumbledore, his mouth drawn into a deep frown as he paused. The pitch was completely silent, all students were watching the Headmaster in rapt attention, waiting for some grim news to escape his lips and forever alter the course of their lives. Dumbledore had never interrupted the merriment after a Quidditch match to make an announcement before, so it must be serious.
"I'm singing in the rain," Dumbledore began singing, transfiguring his hat into a pink and green polka-dotted umbrella and twirling around the pitch, "just singing in the rain! What a glorious feeling I'm happy again." Dumbledore twirled around a beam from one of the stands, still singing as students in the stands looked at each other in amused shock, wondering if Dumbledore had finally lost his marbles. "I'm laughing at clouds so dark up above. The sun's in my heart and I'm ready for love!" Dumbledore belted as he skipped over to the announcer's table.
James was so focused on Dumbledore that he almost missed McGonagall leap up from her chair at the announcement table and rip the clips out of her hair, shaking her head vigorously as her long gray hair tumbled out of the tight bun she always wore. McGonagall leaped over the table and threw herself at Dumbledore, who fell backwards with the force.
"Oh, Albus, I'm ready for a hot cauldron full of love, and you're just the potion master I want to stir it," she purred before her lips came crashing down on Dumbledore's. The crowd roared with laughter, as every word McGonagall said rang through the stadium thanks to the magically magnified voice spell McGonagall had cast before the match began.
"Oh, Minerva," Dumbledore said as their lips broke apart with a loud smack.
"My Alby, call me Minnie," said McGonagall in a throaty voice.
"Oh, Minnie, you taste deliciously like Sherbet Lemons," said Dumbledore, going in for another kiss. Students in the stands gasped as suddenly, golden round objects started falling from the sky. Dumbledore looked up and a beaming smile fell over his face.
"Sherbet Lemons!" cried Dumbledore, pushing McGonagall off of himself and standing up, holding his arms out wide as the sweets rained down on him. "Let the stormy clouds chase everyone from the place. Come on with the rain, I've a smile on my face," Dumbledore resumed singing, once again twirling under the falling sherbet lemons. "Ouch! Ouch! That's a little more painful than I always imagined."
"Merlin's tentacles! I, I can't believe it!" shouted the boy who was sitting at the announcer's desk. He had floppy blonde hair and his magically magnified voice rang out through the pitch as he leaped up from the desk. "I've made my first discovery! It's the crumple-horned snorkack! I knew they existed!"
The blond-haired boy rushed across the pitch, nearly tripping over Dumbledore and McGonagall who were once again in an intense liplock.
"Lovegood, watch where you're going! Ten points from Ravenclaw!" shouted McGonagall, breaking off her kiss with Dumbledore with a sound like a plunger becoming unstuck.
"Wow, she stops during a make out session to take away house points. You've got to admire her dedication," said Sirius, who was chuckling beside James.
"You all doubted me! But I just saw it! And one day I will have my own magazine and I will print the truth!" shouted Xenophilius. "And then I will go off in search of this," he continued, pulling out his deathly hallows necklace.
"Grindlewald?" asked Dumbledore, squinting at the necklace, his glasses askew on his face. McGonagall looked back and forth between Albus and Xenophilius, a sour look on her face.
"I thought you were over him, Albus, but now I realize that I'm just kidding myself. I will always come second to him!" shouted McGonagall as she rose from the ground and stalked out of the pitch. There was a big smear of mud on the back of her robes that made her indignation even more hilarious.
"I was young, Minnie. Everyone experiments! It was the 1890s, Minnie, it was a time of great controversy, magic carpets, and moonbeams!" Dumbledore said as he hurried to follow McGonagall out of the pitch.
"Brilliant," whispered James as he turned to look at Sirius. As he turned he caught a glimpse of the stands. It took him a minute to fully take in the chaos. At the edge of the forbidden forest, a young Gryffindor girl was riding around on a unicorn that was singing "Somewhere over the Rainbow," to her. In the stands Sybill Trelawney was shouting in a deep voice that Rita Skeeter would turn into a beetle. James looked over at Rita and watched in horror as she disappeared and then a beetle crawled up Trelawney's robes and over her face as Trelawney screamed and flailed around. Over in the Slytherin stands Narcissa Black placed a bubblehead jinx over her sister's head, and screamed, "Yes! Finally some quiet!" as Bellatrix tried hopelessly to pull the fishbowl off of her head. In the center of the pitch Hagrid was waltzing with the Giant Squid, who dripped giant droplets of lake water onto the heads of several students who were roving over the pitch.
James was grinning broadly, taking in the scene when he felt something slam into him from the side. When he looked up Lily was straddling him as he lay on his back on the pitch. Merlin, her green eyes were locked on his and he couldn't look away. James tried to figure out what emotion her eyes were clouded with, but was distracted when she leaned down and started kissing him in the middle of the pitch. Lily licked the corners of his lips and it drove him wild. Her hands were all over his chest and sides and after a few minutes she started tugging on the zipper of his quidditch robes.
"Lily?" James asked as he pulled his head to the side and held her shoulders away from him. She had never acted like this with him before, so wild, so passionate. But James was very aware that it was part of the spell and he couldn't respond to her the way he would if it was real. And as if they weren't in the middle of the pitch with tons of their peers surrounding them.
"James, I want you, I want you so bad it's driving me mad, it's driving me mad," she whispered in his ear. James felt her breath on his neck and he shuddered underneath her, almost forgetting about the spell. Before he let his hormones take over, he looked up just in time to see a cloud of fire coming towards them. He rolled them over just in time to save Lily from the flames, but he felt the skin on his back prickle with a burn. He looked up to see a red-headed Gryffindor playing dodge-the-fire with a dragon. Dennis Wesley, he should have known.
"Well if that's how you want it," said Lily, pulling the zipper to his robes down more as he was distracted with watching the dragon which was a little closer than he liked.
"Lily, maybe we should just," began James, taking her hand off of his robes. He got up and pulled her up beside him so they were both kneeling on the pitch grass.
"Ok, I'll go first if you're shy," said Lily, zipping her robes down. James' jaw dropped as he saw that Lily was wearing a small, low-cut white tank top and a short denim skirt beneath her robes. "Hmm, I wasn't wearing this before," mused Lily as she looked down at her outfit.
"Oh, Merlin, you're really not making it easy for me to be noble," James panted, rubbing his eyes with his palms.
"Then don't be," purred Lily, smiling impishly at James as she inched closer so they were pressed together.
"Sweet Merlin," James hissed.
"Oi, Prongs! Duck!" screamed Sirius' voice from behind him. James ducked and pulled Lily down beside him just as a sword chopped through the air above their heads. James looked up to see a Slytherin second-year sword fighting with a Gryffindor first-year.
"Thanks, Pads," said James as he pulled Lily up beside him. He walked her over to where Sirius was sitting on the edge of the pitch underneath one of the stands. He was lounging on a couch that he must have summoned. All he needed now was a mug of butterbeer and some food to be completely comfortable. James just rolled his eyes at Sirius as he sat beside his best mate.
"Enjoying this, are you, Prongs?" asked Sirius, smirking at James and winking at him.
"Not as much as you are," said James, shoving his shoulder playfully.
"Jamesie," said Lily as she sat down on his lap, running her hands through his messy jet black hair, "I just love your hair. It's so perfect." She nuzzled his neck with her face and placed little kisses all up and down his neck, causing him to shiver involuntarily.
Sirius snorted. "I seriously doubt that I'm enjoying this more than you, mate. Is this yours or hers?"
"What is he talking about Jamesie-bear?" asked Lily, shifting around to look at Sirius. When she turned Sirius' eyes bugged out for a second when he saw her outfit.
"Wow, Evans, you should dress like that every day," said Sirius, winking at her.
"Pads, that's my girlfriend you're talking to like that," said James, glaring at Sirius while simultaneously pulling Lily's robes snugly back around her and zipping them up to just under her throat.
"Relax, I'm just joking, Prongs. You're way too," began Sirius.
"Am I too serious?" asked James, chuckling.
"I'm going to go find someone whose fantasies include me," said Sirius, rolling his eyes at James as he rose from the couch.
"Just make sure to avoid the ones who fantasize about killing you," said James.
"Who would want to kill me? The world would be a very dull place without me," said Sirius.
"Can you go away now? I want James all to myself," said Lily as she began kissing him once again.
"You're welcome, Prongs," said Sirius as he walked off across the pitch.
"So, do you like the prank?" asked Peter who was hopping around excitedly in the Gryffindor stands as owl after owl arrived, dropping chocolate frogs in front of him.
"Sure," said Remus quietly as he picked up a card that Peter had dropped after shoving the frog into his mouth.
"It was really my idea, but Sirius stole it," said Peter around a mass of chocolate that was rolling around in his mouth.
"Very clever," said Remus, noting that the card was for Mungo Bonham, the founder of St. Mungo's. Of course that would be the card that he would pick up.
"I mean, I came up with the spell and everything," said Peter, still gnawing on the chocolate frogs in his mouth, nearly spraying Remus with his spittle as he spoke. "Padfoot and Prongs were pretty useless without you around, but don't worry, I kept it all together."
"Yeah, thanks," said Remus, not bothering to argue with Peter. All Peter ever wanted was to feel important, and why shouldn't he sometimes? James, but especially Sirius, was too hard on Peter, didn't understand what he needed.
"So what's yours? Has it happened yet?" asked Peter excitedly.
"Yeah, Wormtail, Moony fantasizes about listening to you yap on and on as you slobber all over him. I heard him mumbling about it in his sleep just last night," said Sirius as he walked up the stands toward them. Remus didn't miss the way Peter slumped a little into the bench and dropped his gaze to his pile of chocolate frogs.
"And what about you, Pads? You fantasize about teasing Peter?" asked Remus, looking up at Sirius.
"Moony, are you trying to crack a joke? I'll give you an A plus for effort, but your delivery needs work," said Sirius, "usually when you tell a joke, you're not supposed to be scowling."
"Leave Moony alone, will you?" asked Peter quietly to his chocolate frogs.
"Getting jealous, are you, Wormy? Don't worry, I save all my special teasing for you," said Sirius, pinching Peter's plump cheeks.
"Come on Sirius," said Remus, "leave Peter alone." Peter's cheeks reddened and after shoveling a bunch of his chocolate frogs into the pockets of his robes he scampered down the stands, making an excuse about having to check on something in their room.
"So, how's it going Moony, old pal?" asked Sirius, leaning back and resting the back of his head in his palms.
"You shouldn't be so mean to Peter, Sirius. He isn't like you, he isn't like James," said Remus, "he isn't an arrogant git who can handle all the teasing in the world. He needs friends who are more understanding."
"What he needs is his Mummy," said Sirius, "and I certainly will not be that for him."
"Sirius, you and James are going to regret it if you continue to torment Peter."
"Why? What is he going to do?" asked Sirius. "Is he going to attempt to glue the hangings around our beds shut like he did last time he got angry? He should learn to be careful about pulling pranks on the prank masters. I though he learned his lesson when we made his bed float on the lake and he woke up and took a nice swim."
"It's exactly things like that that make me worried. I think Peter is just going to snap one day. Anyway, it's not nice of you and James. Peter is our friend. We wouldn't be able to have our, er, moonlit strolls without him."
"Moony, Moony, we're supposed to be having fun. We're in the middle of one of the greatest pranks that we've ever done. Let's just enjoy watching it if we can't participate," said Sirius.
"So your fantasy can't come true either?" asked Remus, looking sadly over at Sirius.
"Well, even with a spell it's difficult to make out with all of the attractive girls at Hogwarts one after the other," said Sirius, grinning over at Moony.
"Please tell me you're not still trying to do that," groaned Remus.
"I only have a year left Moony, I have to get going. I'd say I still have about a dozen girls to snog," said Sirius.
"Thank Merlin James gave up on that idiotic scheme," said Remus, shaking his head.
"He only gave up on it because it didn't help him win over Evans," said Sirius. "She just continued to look at him in disgust whenever she came across him snogging a different girl."
"You like her, don't you?" asked Remus quietly. He had been suspecting it for a while, but hadn't mentioned it before.
"What? She's James' girlfriend. Of course I don't like her," said Sirius incredulously, running his hand through his hair.
"I wouldn't tell anyone if you did," said Remus.
"There's nothing to tell, Moony," said Sirius, "Evans is a bossy, stubborn, bloody irritating girl. Sure, she may not be bad to look at, but she causes way more trouble than I would care to deal with. Besides, even saying the word girlfriend gives me the chills."
"One day you'll find the right girl, and then you'll want her to be your girlfriend," said Remus.
"Probably not. I'll probably just want to snog her for a few days and then move on to the next one," said Sirius.
"Not when you meet your Hannah," said Remus quietly again. He looked down and saw that he had accidentally crushed the card he had been holding. He opened his grip and let the card flutter to the floor of the stands.
"Was that yours? Snogging Hannah?" asked Sirius.
"No, it was just seeing her walking towards me. It was just seeing her smile at me, knowing it was all for me. That's my fantasy," said Remus, "but it'll never happen."
"That's pathetic, mate," said Sirius, shuddering on purpose, "I may have to leave if you continue with the mushy stuff."
"It's ok, Pads, I know you feel the same way about Lily," said Remus.
"Moony," Sirius began to protest.
"Sirius, it's me, you know I notice everything," said Remus.
"You need to get glasses then, mate," said Sirius, "because you are not seeing what you think."
"Sirius! Will you stop and just admit the truth!" shouted Remus.
"Ok, ok, calm down, Moony. It's not even the full moon. Don't want you wolfing out in the middle of the stands," said Sirius.
"You're impossible, Padfoot. You do realize that, right?" asked Moony as he stood to leave.
"Hey, where are you going?" asked Sirius.
"I'll be in our dorm if you decide you want to confess anything," said Moony.
"And I'll be working my way through the girls of Hufflepuff if you decide to stop moping," said Sirius. He was smiling and his eyes were shining, so Moony didn't take any offense.
Lily felt a fire scorching through her bones as she kissed James. Her body had completely taken over, and she was no longer able to think clearly. She couldn't even feel any embarrassment at the fact that she was sitting on James' lap on a couch that was somehow at the side of the pitch. She couldn't feel any shame at the fact that she was kissing him deeply and was tangling her hands through his silky black hair. She felt a need to kiss him passionately, as she had done in many of her dreams over the past several weeks. Or, if she was honest with herself, she would say it had been over the past several years, even when she pretended to hate James.
"Lily," James sighed as he pulled away from her reluctantly.
"James?" Lily asked breathlessly, feeling a pleasant heat all over her body.
"None of this is real, Lily. Maybe we should stop," said James, trailing his hand over a strand of her hair, pushing it behind her ear.
"What do you mean, this isn't real?" asked Lily, feeling rejected. She slid off of James' lap and turned her head to take in the scene before her, but her eyes barely registered what they saw.
"This is part of a spell, Lily. The Marauders put a spell on everyone at the pitch to make them live out their fantasies. I just didn't realize that this would be yours," James trailed off.
"So you don't want to kiss me?" asked Lily quietly to her shoes.
"I didn't say that, love," said James, "I just don't want you to do anything you're not ready, we're not ready for. I love you, Lily, and I don't want to do anything that might ruin our relationship."
"Oh, James, I love you, too. But if this is my fantasy, then why wouldn't this be what I want?" asked Lily, turning back toward James with an impish grin on her face.
"I-I don't know," James stammered. Lily could see that he was trying to concentrate as her lips came towards him once again.
"Let's stop thinking and worrying about it. Let's just go where this fantasy takes us," said Lily, whispering in his ear.
"You don't have to tell me twice," said James teasingly as he scooped Lily onto his lap and resumed kissing her.
It had only been a few minutes of blissful kissing when James and Lily were distracted by loud music pulsing through the pitch. They broke apart and looked up to see a beaming Renwood dressed in a baby pink tutu and leotard, twirling through the air around the quidditch pitch and singing. All other movement and chaos in the pitch ceased as everyone stared at Renwood.
"I am 16 going on 17, I know that I'm naïve. Fellows I meet may tell me I'm sweet, and willingly I believe," Renwood sang in a surprisingly high-pitched voice. James and Lily shook with laughter as they watched, but Renwood wasn't finished. "I am 16 going on 17, innocent as a rose. Bachelor dandies, drinkers of brandies, what do I know of those?"
"Clearly nothing," said Sirius as he walked over toward James and Lily, nearly falling over he was laughing so hard. "He's worse than you, James."
"Totally unprepared am I to face a world of men. Timid and shy and scared am I of things beyond my ken," continued Renwood, completely unaware of his audience. He was flapping the skirt of his tutu as he continued to twirl with pointed toes.
"I wonder who his Ken is?" snorted James.
"I think we might soon find out," said Lily, who knew the song very well, as her mother loved the musical and would watch it whenever she needed to be cheered up.
"I need someone older and wiser telling me what to do." The pitch was silent as Renwood drifted over toward the Slytherin stands.
"You are 17 going on 18. I'll depend on you," sang Renwood sweetly as he threw himself at Snape.
Even from such a huge distance, Lily could see the blush on Snape's cheeks as he pushed Renwood off of him and rushed out of the stands.
"Masterful. This turned out better than I expected," chortled Sirius.
"The only question is, whose fantasy was that, Renwood's or Snape's?" asked James, grinning from ear to ear.
"Or it could be Sirius' fantasy," said Lily.
"Although I always love seeing Slytherins make fools of themselves, I promise you that I do not fantasize about Slytherin boys dancing around in tutus," said Sirius. "I'm way too busy fantasizing about the ladies of Hogwarts, and having my fantasies come true without a spell."
After several more minutes, the spell seemed to start wearing off. Slowly all of the magical creatures and objects vanished, and the students began shaking their heads in confusion. The pitch soon emptied, and James and Lily headed towards the changing rooms. Lily felt a blush wash over her cheeks as her clothing changed back into the comfy jeans and t-shirt she had been wearing before the spell was cast.
"James," Lily said as she came back to her senses.
"Lily, please don't be mad at me. It wasn't even my idea, and no one got hurt. We added into the spell that no one could get hurt," James offered soothingly.
"Mad? Why would I be mad? That was brilliant!" she exclaimed.
"Well, I think you need to lighten up a- wait, did you just say it was brilliant?" asked James.
"Of course. That was some really difficult magic. And it was hilarious. The Marauders should do more pranks like that," she said enthusiastically.
"Lily, if I didn't already love you, I would fall in love with you right now!" James said as he squeezed her in a hug. "Did you hear that, Padfoot? Lily loved the prank. She loves everything I do."
"I don't think I said that," said Lily, rolling her eyes at him.
"Shh! Lily. Let me just have this moment of gloating," said James. "I am proving to Sirius that I am not whipped."
"Well, alright, dear, but hurry up and get changed. I want to get to the castle soon so that you can give me my daily foot massage as you do my homework and cook me dinner," said Lily. "And after dinner I want you to try on another of my lipsticks so that I can see if I like the shade on a person."
"No, you're not whipped," said Sirius, barking a laugh.
"I have never tried on lipstick," James grunted.
"Whatever you say, dear," said Lily with a smirk on her face, "I'll wait for you outside."
Lily walked out into the chilly night and shivered. Without the sunshine it was too cold for her thin sweater. Lily gazed over the pitch, remembering all of the crazy things that had happened. Although she felt slightly embarrassed at her behavior, she realized that she probably did not need to worry about it. There had been too much chaos on the pitch for anyone to notice her lack of… propriety.
Lily was just about to turn back into the changing room to tell James to hurry when she felt a hand grab her arm and tug her to the side of the room behind some bushes.
"WHA-" Lily began, completely stunned to find herself falling sideways.
"Forgive me, Lily," said a husky male voice, "but all I could think about for the past hour was your lips."
A calloused finger reached up and traced over her lips as she tried to pull away. Another arm grabbed her and pulled her body against his tall and lanky body. Lily tried to pull away but she was held too tightly. She was gearing up to scream when soft lips descended on hers. A second into the kiss, Lily retracted her lips and bit the person. As her teeth came down on the lips, a curse escaped from the male's voice and he shoved her away from him. Lily's feet hit a root at the base of the bushes and fell backwards.
"I'm sorry, Lily. I shouldn't have done that. But you have to know that I'll always love you," said the voice. She heard the rustling of a cloak as the figure glided away.
Lily lay there a second, feeling her heartbeats slow down as she took deep breaths. The back of her head throbbed where it hit a rock. She was so shocked by the events that it took her a while to realize that she should get up.
"Lily, what are you doing?" asked James. He was standing above her, a curious look on his face.
"Someone just grabbed me and kissed me," said Lily, rubbing the back of her head.
"What?" James growled, "Who was it? I'm going to murder them!"
"I- I don't know," said Lily.
"Well, why are you on the ground?" asked James.
"I bit him and he pushed me back," said Lily.
"That's my girl!" said James proudly. "Are you ok?"
"Yeah, I think so. My head feels funny," said Lily.
"Ooh, is she going to get all of her memories back now?" asked Sirius as he appeared from the changing rooms.
"I don't think it actually works that way in real life," said Lily, rolling her eyes.
"That's too bad, Lily. If you had your memory back you would realize what a great catch you are missing out on by staying with this git," said Sirius, gesturing toward James.
"I'll take this git any day," said Lily. Lily allowed herself to be towed up by James. He wasted no time in pulling her close and kissing her forehead.
"Don't we have some celebrating to do?" asked James with a sexy smirk on his face.
"I believe we do," said Lily, returning his smile.
"And that's my cue to go puke in the bushes, see you both later," said Sirius.
Wow, so many questions! Who was the stranger who kissed Lily? How did Dumbledore learn how to dance? When did Hagrid fantasize about dancing with the giant squid? Ten points to anyone who can tell me what the bolded words come from without looking them up. Feel free to review and tell me I'm crazy. I wouldn't disagree with you. I would love any review. You could give it to me as a Christmas present...
Anyway, I hope you enjoyed the chapter and have a wonderful Christmas!
Love,
littlemisskrissy