"…As well as your folly, and can you kneel before the king and say 'I'm clean, I'm clean'…?

"I don't want to hear it, Potter."

"Lily, if you just stop and listen… I can explain! It's not what you think…"

"I know what I saw. Don't try to convince me differently. You're an arrogant toerag, James Potter, and you always will be. I can't believe I thought you could change."

"Please, Lils. Just stop…"

Lily Evans was storming up the stairs to the shared Head's Dorms. She could not believe James Potter. This past summer, when she had first discovered who her Head counterpart would be, she screamed into her pillow for about a half an hour after receiving the letter. She absolutely could not stand James Potter. However, on the Hogwarts Express during the Head and Prefect meeting, James had surprised her with his maturity and responsibility. Apparently he would take this Head business seriously.

They had had a chat in the Head's common room that night as well in which James had convinced Lily that he had changed: he hadn't played a prank since the end of 5th year, he had actually started studying to achieve his high grades (as if he needed to study), he hadn't hexed anyone since the Snape incident after OWLS in 5th year…

And she had believed him.

But after what she saw during the Gryffindor Quidditch practice… well… she couldn't forgive him.

Snape and his friends had only been walking through the field to get somewhere else, a shortcut, if you will.

But James and Sirius had flown down and started attacking them, for, what appeared to be, no reason whatsoever.

Lily had been watching from a window in the common room, and it appeared that James was back to his pranking, immature, Marauding ways.

Probably because he had been hanging around with Sirius way more since becoming accustomed to the Head's schedules. The beginning of the year had been difficult. Neither James or Lily could really see any friends for lack of time to actually have a social life. But that had changed in early October once they got everything figured out and organized.

"LETTUCE SMORGASBORD FOR FLOBBERWORMS!" Lily shouted to get into the Heads' quarters.

"LILY!" shouted James. He only had so much time to reach her before he would be shouting to her through her door.

What Lily thought she had seen was completely wrong and now she was overacting in regards to something that didn't even happen.

James had been directing his Quidditch team, as it was Gryffindor practice time on the field this past afternoon. Without warning, Snape and some Death Eater wannabes had marched onto the field shouting threats and yelling vulgar, unrepeatable things about the Muggleborns on the Gryffindor team. They had been reaching into their robes to get their wands when Sirius, followed by James, had dove down and started disarming them and rendering them unable to curse let alone move. A quick disarming spell, followed by a body bind had left the Slytherins incapable of doing anything.

Snape, on the other hand, had blocked every single spell and jinx.

He had always had a talent for silent magic.

Sirius was then dueling with Snape while James took down names (Head duty). When Sirius let out a loud cry, James' head whipped around to see cuts slicing about Sirius' body, like some invisible man was using a knife to cut Sirius' body.

No one does that to my brother.

James had come up behind Sirius and silently sent Levicorpus at Snape, who, since he did not hear the incantation, (Potter was always really good at wordless magic, thought Snape), Snape's feet were tugged out from under him and his body lifted into the air, like he was hanging from one foot. He had dropped his wand with the shock.

McGonagall had come out shortly after that.

Lily had missed that part, it seemed.

"LILY STOP!" James bolted into the room after crawling through the portrait hole.

Thank Merlin for his Quidditch training, because he was able to catch her before she made it to her room. James snagged her wrist and fell to his knees so that it would be difficult for Lily to pull out of his grasp and drag him along.

"Let go of me, Potter." Lily uttered in a deadly monotone.

"Not until you listen, Lily. And since when have we been back to surnames?"

"Since you broke my trust!"

"You don't know what you're talking about! What you saw… wasn't how it went. I didn't do anything wrong, Lily! I'm clean! I'm clean!"

"I know what I saw, Potter, no matter how you put it."

"You don't understand, Lily… or maybe you don't want to, because you're still hoping Snape will be what he isn't. He's a Death Eater in training, Lily. I can't change that. And neither can you."

"That doesn't mean you can go back to your old self and just jinx him whenever! I thought you had matured! I thought you were better than that!"

"I just told you, Lily. I didn't do it for fun. It's not like I wanted to jinx Snape! We were just practicing, and then he and his cronies show up and start to threaten and shout unforgivable things to Garrett, Aubrey and Paul… and then…"

"I don't want to hear it James! I know what I saw. Now let. Me. Go." Each word was enunciated with a pull of Lily's wrist from James' grasp. She succeeded.

James remained on his knees and Lily stomped to her bedroom. Before she shut her door, she once again turned to James.

"I don't know if I can trust you, James Potter." And the door slammed.

"I don't know if I can trust you either, Lily Evans." Muttered James.