Fragments Of Unconnected Conversations

A collection of Lily's and James' One-shots by MorningDawn and shyangell

Summary: Lily. The Marauders. Two separate worlds. Read trough the conversations and a bunch of funny situations as James and Lily come closer and closer.

Pairing: James/Lily

DISCLAIMER: All the fictional characters appearing in this fanfiction story are not mine, they're J.; and they are being used with the only purpose of personal entertaiment.

Headmaster Black

The new Heads exited Dumbledore's office. They had been called after the welcoming feast, in order to discuss their new obligations and responsibilities. The whole thing had gone really smooth. James looked down at Lily.

- So, everything has gone better than I thought. - he said. Lily did not answer, so he went on. - I thought he'd spend hours rambling about what was expected of my behaviour. Strange enough, he didn't.

- I still can't believe you were made Head Boy.- she said, more to herself than to him. He raised his eyebrows.

- Yeah, you and half the school. - he pretended to be thinking.- well, to say half would be the understatement of the century; I believe is the whole school would be more like it, included me.- she looked at him as he had just grown 3 heads. He ignored it completely. - Did you see Headmaster's Black face?

- What? What are you talking about? - she asked puzzled.

- Yes, the portrait at Dumbledore's desk's left. - he explained.

- The one with the Slytherin robes? - she asked, curiosity starting to kick in.

- Yeah, that'd be Headmaster Black. But back to the topic, it looked like his eyebrows would vanish if he kept raising them. I mean, Ok, it was not short of unexpected that Dumbledore made me Head Boy, but…

- Wait a minute, - she cut him, not caring about his rambling anymore. - Did you say Headmaster Black? - he nodded and she looked suspiciously at him. - Anything to do with Black?

- You're asking me if he has something to do with Sirius? - she nodded, pretending not to hear the barb mentioning such individual by first name implied - Actually I believe that he's Sirius' great-great-great-grandfather or something like that. Phineas Nigellus I believe is his name.- Lily looked at him in disbelieve.

- Are you telling me that a Sirius' relative was a Hogwarts Headmaster?.- to her it seemed impossible, Sirius was the worst behaved student she had ever met after all.

- Yes, and as Sirius usually says; he was the most severe, most dictatorial, not to say the least well liked headmaster that Hogwarts has ever seen as well. - She was now becoming curious. She had always liked learning new things. Learning about dead headmasters seemed a harmless enough thing to learn from Potter.

- So I guess that he doesn't approve his behaviour. - she stated.

- Not exactly. As far as we can tell, he only sticks to the "This youth, everyday they grow crazier" line. He doesn't take sides. - he smiled and looked down at her. - But I believe that our little mischief's amuses him greatly. Especially, if it is all Sirius' fault. - she looked at him in awe.- Yes, and furthermore, he's a Sirius translator.

- What do you mean?

- That he's the only one capable of translate to plain English Sirius' excuses. - he explained, with a clearly amused twinkle in his chocolate eyes.

- I still don't get it

- Yes, yes. I'll tell you an anecdote so you catch my meaning. – and he lunged into what looked like a particularly crazy tale. – A few years ago, when we were still innocent firsties… we where brought, though I should say dragged, to Dumbledore's office for dying in a multicoloured fashion Mrs. Norris. When Dumbledore asked us why, Sirius started a 15 minutes ramble, which was supposed to be an appropriate explanation, form which we, and in we I included Dumbledore, only understood the first two words. And when Sirius ended Ol' Phineas said. - James went all straight-faced and tried to put a serious tone. - What my great-great-grandson is trying to say is that the original plan was to dye Mrs. Norris only with Gryffindor colours, but due to the stress they were put trough by trying not to be caught, the charm was badly performed and Mrs. Norris was left in her present state. - Lily raised her eyebrows.- He then added that he thought that we should be punished not for dying the cat, but for the fact that we'd performed such an easy charm so horribly wrong.

Lily rolled her eyes. Sirius must have taken after him, she thought. She was about to say something but he talked first.

- Do you remember which the password was?

- What?

- The common room password - he said as he pointed the painting of the Fat Lady. She hadn't realised that they had arrived at the Gryffindor tower.

- Oh! I don't know. - she said. - Oh great! The two Heads can't even enter their own common rooms - said as she sighed.

- That has an easy solution.

- Yes? And what would that be? - she said, her voice stained with irritation.

- This. - he said as he pulled a small square thing from his pocket.

- What's that? - he smiled at her, in his most charming fashion.

- Watch; Sirius! - he said to the mirror. Then a much hated face to her appeared on it.

- What's up Prongs? - said Sirius. - The first day and you're already in trouble?

- Well mate… kind of it. - Sirius made one of his so characteristic bark-like laughs.

- Need me to rescue your sorry arse?

- No, just tell me the bloody password.

- Which password? - he said playfully.

- The common room one's Pads.

- I already knew that.

- The password! - he was starting to get irritated too

- Ok, no need to be rude. - he pretended to think. - I believe it's Hippogriff.

- Thanks Padfoot.

- No problem. - Black's face faded away. Lily was completely stunned

- Remember me to strangle him when I catch him. – he mumbled under his breath. - Hippogriff. – he said, and as he did so the painting flew open and they stepped into the crowded common room.- Well, Good night Lily. - he said as he headed to his dorm.- See you tomorrow.

- See you too. - she answered, still a little puzzled.

She headed to her dorm. That had just been weird. Potter hadn't asked her out and he'd been nice and casual, even behaved properly, not his usual boasting self. She would never understand him.