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Truth in the Moon

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I woke up the next morning extremely early, due to a loud banging noise from downstairs. Now, being that this was the first thing I heard at 6:00 in the morning, you would probably agree with me that I was not happy. Not happy at all.

I stormed down the stairs, not actually thinking about what I was doing and the scene was displayed out in front of me. Black had a frying pan (do not ask me where he even got it from) and was chasing Potter round the room. Potter was screaming 'stop stop' and Black had a manic grin on his face. Remus Lupin was sitting in one of the chair a smile twitching on his face and Pettigrew was jumping up and down excitedly.

The Pettigrew spotted me. He stopped squealing and prodded Remus anxiously. Lupin turned to me and glanced nervously at Potter and Black. He opened his mouth, perhaps to warn them, but I beat him to it.

"POTTER!!"

Potter immediately stopped running and pulled a face that said clearly said 'I'm dead meat, aren't I?' He turned to face me, and grinned innocently.

"Morning Evans."

I glared at him. He glanced away nervously. Ha! Potter was nervous because of me!! My superior attitude has finally beaten him!!

"You're up early." Potter said.

Remus hit his head with his hand.

"What?" Potter said, looking at Remus.

"I'm up early? I'm up early?? Do you want to know why I'm up so early??" I said in a deadly whisper, stepping closer to him with every word.

"Um …"

"Well, let's see if you know anything about this." I said, hissing in his face. Oh God. I sound like a snake.

"I woke up at six o'clock to a loud banging noise and came downstairs to find YOU AND BLACK CHASING EACH OTHER WITH A FRYING PAN!!!"

Potter backed away, anxiously.

"Well, er, actually, Sirius was chasing me, I wasn't chasing h-"

"I DON'T CARE!!" I screamed.

Yes, I think I am going insane. Ruddy Potter.

Then I turned to Black, who in turn backed away.

"Give me the frying pan." I said.

"Huh?" He said dumbly. Boys.

"Just give me the frying pan."

He handed it over.

"Thank you." I said and then turned back to Potter. "You'd so better start running."

He ran his fingers through his hair.

"What?"

I held up the frying pan, gripping it with both hands and putting it in front of me like a sword.

"Run." I whispered. Then I ran.

I really shouldn't have given him a head start, I thought as I chased him round the Common Room. He was so much quicker than me.

But he was stupider. Aha!! The chairs!!

He reached one of them and I jumped onto it and leaped off, grabbing hold of his back as he tried to get away. I raised the frying pan …

And then was lifted into the air, by a pair of strong hands, which flipped me over their shoulder. Damn my lightness. Maybe I should become really fat … Ha, then Potter wouldn't be able to lift me up and flip me over his shoulder!! Chocolate Éclairs here I come!!

Then as I was screaming and hitting his back, I realised something. I was in my shorts. My short shorts. My light green extremely short shorts. Which meant that Potter had his hands on my legs. And I don't think he realised, since he would have been making such immature comments that I think I would have rather been deaf than actually hear them.

But someone else unfortunately had noticed them. Black.

"Hey Evans!" He paused and grinned evilly. "Nice legs."

Then I felt my back slam against the floor as Potter dropped me. Yes, arrogant, pig-headed James Potter, dropped me. He just became more useless.

"BLACK!!!" I screamed, trying to get up but falling back down again with I put my weight on my leg and felt sharp pain sear through it.

"Ow." I said, slightly I'm-a-princess-help-me like.

"You okay Lily?" Potter's face appeared over me. Great. Just great.

"I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to, I just -"

"– caught sight of your legs and couldn't contain myself any longer." Black said, in a surprisingly accurate imitation of Potter.

"Black, you do know I still have the frying pan."

"Ok, I'll shut up now."

"Probably the best idea you've had this morning." I said irritably.

"Ooohhh, what got your knickers in a twist!!?"

"Black, the frying pan." I said in a deadly whisper.

His grin slid off his face. Smiling sheepishly he walked over to Remus and hid slightly behind him. Coward.

"Lily, are you okay?" Potter was still peering over me. Why did he care?

"Fine." I said, attempting to get up again, but making myself look like a complete and utter prat by kind of flipping over so I landed on my front and my face in the carpet.

Grumbling, I attempted to get to my feet without making myself even more of a fool, but felt the same pair of hands that I had felt earlier grab me under the arms and pull me up.

"Potter, I really don't think I need your help."

"Evans, I really think you need my help."

Sighing I said, "Fine." I let him pull me up and tested my weight gingerly on my leg. Crap.

"There's no way you're going to the Hospital Wing by yourself. C'mon, I'll take you."

I burst out laughing. This was too much. I mean, I knew Potter was acting really strangely, but offering to take me to the Hospital Wing?? I think he's the one that's gone insane.

"What??" He said, looking at me puzzled. "What???"

"Nothing, nothing." I said, regaining myself. "If you're that set on taking me, you'd better hurry up. I don't want to miss breakfast."

"Uh, Evans. It's only seven."

"I know, Black. It's just that by the time Potter gets his head inside the door, I'll probably have missed it."

"C'mon, Evans. We have to go to the Hospital Wing. I don't want to miss breakfast either. I don't think I could take it. I'd probably drop down dead in the middle of Transfiguration."

"Maybe it isn't such a bad idea that we skip breakfast after all then."

Sighing, Potter helped me out of the portrait and down the corridor in the direction of the Hospital Wing. I was thinking about what Dad would say if he found out that a boy had dropped me. I don't think they'd ever see daylight again. Perhaps I should tell him about this little incident then …

"You know Potter if I ever tell my dad that you dropped me, I think he'd murder you." Ha. I could threaten him now. Dad, you're a lifesaver.

"Your dad?" Potter said.

"Yes, Potter. My dad." Honestly, how he manages to get decent marks I don't know.

He stopped suddenly. Trying very hard not to fall over and probably break my other leg, I looked up at him angrily and was about to retort back, but I stopped myself when I saw his face.

There was an odd look in his eyes. It was kind of dead–looking and scared. I'd never seen Potter scared before. Not properly. Sure, I'd seen him frightened of me when I blow up at him, but never like this. There was no mischievous glint or sparkle. His eyes seemed to be dead.

"Potter?" I asked quietly.

He seemed to snap back to life. He glanced nervously at me and then just grinned like the boy I had known for seven years.

"So, did you see the Quidditch Final last year?? Don't you think I was so awesome in it?? - "

Fantastic. Here he goes again, on about Quidditch. Potter has officially turned back from being a non-prat to a prat. God, I hate him.

Hmm, I should make up a song about Potter. You know one of those really annoying ones that no-one can get out of their head all day??

I was too busy contemplating over my new song to realise we had reached to Hospital Wing. A hand shot out in front of my face.

"Evans??"

I blinked. Potter was waving his hand in front of my face and grinning.

"Daydreaming about me??"

"Actually yes I was." I said and watched as Potter's eyes widened in shock.

"I was thinking about how much I HATE you and that this is all YOUR FAULT." I said and tried to storm into the Hospital Wing with my head high and shoulders thrown back.

Note the word 'tried'.

I ended up putting weight on my foot and stumbling head-first into the Hospital Wing, smacking head on the door and I shoved it open.

"Nice entrance Lily." Potter said as he helped me up for the second time today.

Five minutes later, I was sitting on a bed as Madam Promfey had ordered me to sit quietly and still. Potter hadn't gone yet, although I had tried to push him out the door when Madam Promfey wasn't looking. But unfortunately, she turned around and upped my time by another five minutes, when she found me with my foot in Potter's gut and my hand on his shoulder, shoving him at the door.

We were sitting in silence, slowly counting the seconds away. Then Potter broke it.

"So what's your dad like?"

I looked at him.

"Random or what?" I said, raising one of my eyebrows.

"You said earlier your dad would have murdered me if he ever met me. So, I was just saying, what's he like?"

I think Potter's gone schizophrenic. I'm actually being serious for once in my life. He should be the one getting checked out, not me.

Since when has Potter been good at answering back?? Well, to me anyway. He keeps switching from prat Potter to not-prat Potter. I think I'd better call Madam Promfey over.

But, then Potter would think I care about him. Which I don't. So I answered his random question instead.

"He's a pretty cool dude." I said using Muggle language I'd picked up from home. "He's always the one that makes me laugh, instead of bugging me about my room like my mum."

Potter smiled slightly. Like that smile he used the night before. It's kind of creepy. I'm not used to seeing him smile.

"So what's your dad like?" I asked, breaking the silence that had formed between us again.

Potter looked at me, that weird look in his eyes again. He didn't say anything.

I frowned. Potter, speechless?? Never. Something strange was going on here.

"Time to go Lily. You said you didn't want to miss breakfast." And with that, he got up and left.

WITHOUT ME.

Yes, you heard right, WITHOUT ME.

James Potter, who's been obsessed with me since third year, bugs me in the corridor, never leaves me alone, left the Hospital Wing, without me.

What the hell??

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