Thanks for the reviews whiskeygurl007 and hermy permy. This chapter is a little longer than the last, but I have to keep you in a little bit of suspense. ;)


It was nearing one o'clock in the morning and Lily was exhausted. She yawned loudly and stretched her arms. James was walking so far away from her that even if she had wanted to, her arms couldn't reach.

"Maybe you should go to bed Evans." The black-haired boy suggested off-handily.

"No way! Look at what happened last time I left you alone. Besides, it's only an hour."

Lily's green eyes darted nervously towards the boy. He was shuffling, rather than his normal gait, his shoulder slumped in defeat, and his hazel eyes were cast downwards towards the floor. Not even a glimmer of a grin appeared on his face, and his normal, talkative self, had said very little. Lily was almost worried.

"What's wrong with you?" She blurted.

He shrugged.

"Seriously Potter. You're freaking me out."

He glanced up at her, frowning. "It doesn't matter, okay? Let's just do our job and be done with it."

Lily frowned, but didn't say anything. 'This is going to be one long hour…'

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"God Lily, you look trashed."

"I appreciate that, Kat." Lily groaned as she ate a spoonful of her breakfast cereal.

Never one for staying up late, Lily found a hard time getting up that morning. She glanced down the table and saw that unlike herself, Potter was full of life. He was telling a story to some second year girls, who were hanging off his every word. The other three marauders were joking and having a grand time. Lily snorted, disgusted.

"Someone sure has mood swings."

"What do you mean, Lils?" Mel asked innocently.

"Potter! Last night he was dead to the world, snapping at everything I said. Now look at him, back to being an idiot."

Kat raised one golden eyebrow. "So?"

"So it bugs me! I mean, why would he be such a jerk to me, but not to anyone else? I even wrote him an apology letter! What more does he want?"

"Maybe he was just upset because of what happened, and was taking it out on you?" Melly shrugged.

"Yeah, Lil, don't worry too much about him. Unless of course, you've fallen for him, and are madly jealous by him communicating to those second years."

"Don't make me sick!"

Lily ignored their eye rolls and examined her schedule, for the millionth time. They had potions that morning, and with Slytherins. No one was pleased about this, except oddly enough, James Potter.

"He looks like a kid on Christmas morning." Kat whispered to Lily after James walked by, on his way to class.

Lily nodded. 'He must be up to something. Though I can't say I blame him, I should put a stop to it.' Lily marched over to the black-haired teen and tapped him lightly on the shoulder. James grabbed her hand and spun around.

"Why Evans, to what do I owe the honour?"

"Cut the act Potter. I know you're up to something." Lily attempted to tug her hand free, but James held on tightly.

"You really want to know what I'm doing? I'm talking to you."

"Ha ha, you're going to do something to the Slytherins."

"So?"

"So…So you can't!"

"Why?"

"Because you're Head Boy!" She growled, "You have to set an example."

"I'm not going to set an example for being a pussy. I was attacked, Evans. It's called revenge."

"Don't!"

"Why?"

"Because then it will start an all-out war."

"It is war, Lily. Or are your muggle-ears blind? They've been attacking everyone, me included. I can't sit still and watch this happen. I'm going to make their lives hell. No one deserves it more then them."

"But how can you be sure who is a death-eater or not?" Lily questioned, surprised at hearing her first name escape his lips.

"I've told you enough, Evans. If you have a problem with it, go and tattle on me. But I guarantee that no one will be happy about it. Every one wants to see these people suffer as much suffering as they've caused. It's as simple as that."

James dropped her hand and walked away, not even waiting for a response from the dumb-founded Lily. 'He's going to end up getting himself killed.' She groaned.

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The class had just settled into theirs seats, and Lily could not help but glance over at James. She wanted to see what he was going to do. Catching his eye, James grinned and winked at her. Flustered, she glanced away, missing the passing glance between her two friends.

Kat scooted closer to Lily and whispered softly into her ear. "You do like him!"

Lily turned and glared at her friend. "I do not."

"Just admit it Lily!" Melly squeaked, a little too loudly.

"Admit what?" A curious Sirius wandered over, parking himself directly in front of them.

"Nothing!" Lily answered a little too quickly.

Sirius cocked his head sideways, and raised one questioning eyebrow to Kat, who was grinning like a fox. Melody, couldn't suppress a giggle, and a knowing grin developed quickly on Sirius' face.

"Oh, miss Evans! With my immaculate female behaviour understanding-ness skills, I have come to a very reasonable-ish deduction."

"That your grammar is horrible?" Kat offered.

"No, well yes, but…Lily Evans has a thing for Prongsie!"

Hearing his name brought up, James turned around and flashed his famous grin at the girls. "I knew you'd come around to my irresistible charms."

"As if!" Lily snorted, Mel rolled her eyes.

"We caught you staring."

Lily's face flushed, "I was just trying to see what prank he was going to pull."

James opened his mouth, about to speak, but the door burst suddenly open. A short man with shiny yellow-toned hair stood in the doorway. He had a thick moustache and an enormous stomach. His name was Horace Slughorn.

"Seventh years!" He grinned as his eyes passed over the class. "Seventh years are some of my most favourite pupils. Ah, Mr. Black, please take a seat." He pointed to Sirius's empty chair. "Oh, and miss Evans! Such a smart girl, you are. I do hope that you will attend my parties again this year."

It was an unofficial club, that Professor Slughorn had started, known as the Slug Club. It was for students whose parents were influential, or if Slughorn felt that the student would one day be a very important person. Although Horace was the head of Slytherins, he held no prejudice against blood-types, allowing for Lily Evans, to be a member of his club.

Lily's face was burning even more brightly now, as the Slytherins leered over at her, knowing their teacher considered her, a mudblood, an elite student. Lily stared towards the back of James's head, as if trying to send him a mental message. 'You were right Potter, Slytherins are scum. Go ahead, have some fun.' James, as if hearing her silent request, turned around and winked at her. Approximately three seconds late, a desperate shriek erupted from a Slytherin girl.

A small bat had directly dived and entangled itself into her long black hair. She screamed as it tugged and flapped, clawing to get its way out. Not knowing quite what to do, Proffesor Slughorn tried to stun the bat, however, he put a little too much effort into the spell and accidently knocked the girl unconscious. She collapsed from her chair knocking the large cauldron from her table. Instead of just falling onto the floor unharmed, the cauldron burst into tiny fragments of pewter that seemed to shoot in every direction. Students jumped under their desks, but because the girl had been sitting in the far corner of Slytherin territory, it was only students from their house that the pewter shards made contact with. Screams were heard throughout the Slytherin side, as small slivers embedded themselves deeply into pure-blooded skin. Because it was shards from a cauldron, residues from previous potions, in a cauldron not properly washed, were now buried in victim's. More frightened cries were heard as Severus Snape's arm swelled like a balloon, while the student next to him, Avery, had his right eye grow small blisters, blinding him from the world. It was chaos, and seemingly accidental. Horace Slughorn raced around to each student, panicking with all the injuries.

"Class dismissed!" He finally bellowed, "All of those who are injured, to the hospital wing, all others…just do something useful."

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It wasn't until later that Lily confronted the Head Boy. James, however, was in a hurry, having announced earlier that he would hold quidditch tryout after the day's classes. He was walking towards the main doors with Sirius in tow, when she approached.

"Potter!" He heard his voice being called out.

He grinned, and brought his hand to his air, ruffling it as she ran towards him. 'Now is she going to lecture me, or congratulate me?' He wondered, never sure when he screwed up in front of Lily. She stood a head below him, but her fiery temper seemed to make her tower over him.

"How did you do that?" Sounding neither angry nor pleased, just curious.

"Did what?" He played.

"That! In potions!"

"You saw what happened. A bat flew in the girl's hair, and the rest just happened on its own." He winked. "I'll never tell you."

"Potter! Tell me."

"Can't and shan't." Sirius answered, "Now if you excuse us, we're late for quidditch tryouts. Prongso is the captain, so he is required to be there. Ta ta!"

The two boys grinned at the frustrated female, and left a moment later. Dejected at her lack of detective skills, she returned to the Gryffindor common room, where she found only Melody.

"Where is Kat?" Lily inquired.

"You won't believe this. She's trying out for the quidditch team!" Melly giggled. "I bet she just wants to hang with all the boys in the shower room."

Lily laughed, "We should go down to the pitch and cheer her on."

"And maybe James too?"

"Mel!" Lily blanched, "I seriously don't like him that way."

On the way to the pitch, Lily told her best friend her conversation with James. The red-head tried to enforce the idea that she was just trying to find out what he was up to. Melody reluctantly accepted Lily's story. Soon they reached the large field and took a seat in the stands. They watched as countless Gryffindors flew on brooms, attempting to impress the black-haired seventh year, standing on the pitch with a clipboard. Lily and Mel weren't the only ones in the stands. Rival team captains were closely watching, attempting to learn the players' styles, aswell as some first year students, too young to be on the team. Within two hours, the battle was over. Melody and Lily rushed down to great their friend. Kat's hair was frizzed and she had sweat droplets running down her face.

"So, do you think I did okay?" She asked, uncharacteristically self-concious.

Lily, not caring too much about the sport, enthused to Kat that she was the best person, and that if Potter didn't pick her, then he was a bigger git than originally thought. Melly whole-heartedly agreed. They waited for a few minutes as Kat returned to the changing rooms. Suddenly, she ran back out, still in her sweaty practice clothes.

Lily rushed over to her friend, as she noticed the worried expression on Kat's face. "They're fighting! Physically!"

"Who?" Lily asked, surprised that two Gryffindors would engage in a fist fight.

"Sirius and James!"