Disclaimer: If I owned the Harry Potter series, I wouldn't have to write a short story for English class, I'd just give my teacher the HP series, so, no, I don't own it, J. K. Rowling does.

A/N: I know it's been like a month, so I was thinking, instead of updating every Thursday, how about every other Sunday? Whaddya think? Hopefully this way, I will be able to actually to update on time. Did anyone see the Hunger Games? What did you think of it compared to the book? Personally, I thought it was pretty good, but not as good as the book. :P

Chapter 13: Birthdays and Arguments

Thursday September 28th 1972

The memory twisted and twirled and I found myself in the Great Hall.

Lily, Dorcas, Mary and Marlene were walking through the door while the boys were pigging out at the Gryffindor table. I saw James give a present to Sirius as he, Remus and Pettigrew started singing.

"Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday dear Sirius! Happy birthday to you!"

"Hey Meadows, did you hear? It's my birthday, so you have to be nice to me." Sirius said.

"Says who?" Dorcas demanded.

"Says me," Sirius answered.

"Me too," James put in.

"Me as well," Remus said.

"And me," Pettigrew added.

"Well, were you boys nice when it was any of our birthdays?" Dorcas demanded, putting her hands on her hips. Sirius, Remus and Peter nodded their heads. Strangely, James didn't nod.

"Really?" Dorcas asked. "On my birthday, Sirius, you dunked the end of the French braid Marlene made me into your ink pot. You think you're nice?" Remus and Pettigrew all gave Sirius dirty looks. Again, James did nothing.

"Oh don't act all innocent, boys," Marlene said pointing to the three "harmless" boys. She crossed her arms over her chest. I guess she hasn't noticed that James isn't doing anything, I thought to myself. "On my birthday, Remus messed up my oral presentation for Transfiguration in front of Professor McGonagall."

Sirius snickered, before Remus smacked his arm and asked innocently. "How could I possibly do that?"

"Not using magic, surely, since we aren't witches and wizards, or anything crazy like that," Dorcas said sarcastically.

"Peter also ate the cake that my mother sent me for my birthday before I had even tasted the icing." Mary added.

"I was hungry," Peter weakly defended. As I turned to see the responses from the girls, I realised that Lily hadn't said anything this entire time either. In fact, she seemed deep in thought. While Marlene and Mary rolled their eyes, Dorcas, who had apparently just noticed her unusual silence, turned to Lily.

"What's wrong, Lily?" Dorcas asked.

"Nothing's wrong, per se, it's just, they didn't do anything to me on my birthday." Lily said.

"So?" Mary asked.

"Well, it's just, I don't know, odd, I guess," Lily continued.

"James, you seem awfully quiet," Marlene observed. As she said this, James' head snapped up, and realisation seemed to dawn on Lily's face. Lily tilted her head so that her shoulder length red hair was partially covering her face.

"Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait," Sirius said. "James was supposed to do something to Lily on her birthday. You said you'd taken care of it."

"Whoa, look at the time. We should be heading off for Transfiguration with McGonagall!" James said.

"Since when do you care about class?" Mary asked.

"Who cares, let's just grab some toast and head over there," Lily said as she put some jam on the crusty bread and shoved it in her mouth. Since the other boys had already eaten, they just ran off towards Transfiguration. The girls followed Lily's example, shoved pieces of toast in their mouths and chased the guys to class.

The memory twisted and turned, and I found myself in the Girls Dormitory. The girls had pushed Mary and Marlene's four-poster beds together and were sitting crossed-legged facing each other in their pyjamas.

"I just don't get it," Mary said.

"Me neither," added Dorcas. "Why didn't James pull a prank on you, Lils?"

"Maybe he likes her," Marlene teased.

"If anything, the other boys like you," Lily said defensively. "Maybe James was just being chivalrous,"

"Sorry to burst your bubble, Lily, but chivalry, along with common sense, died years ago," Dorcas informed Lily sadly. "Imagine how great it would have been to live in the past, where all the men would lay their jackets over puddles so that us ladies wouldn't have to step in them."

"That's not the point," Mary said sternly.

"Then what on earth is the point?" Dorcas demanded.

"The point," Marlene giggled. "Is that Potter loves Lily," the girl in question rolled her eyes. "Oh, come on, Lily, you know it's true!"

"Now, the real question is do you like him back?" Dorcas said conspiratorially. Mary and Marlene both gave small Oohs before turning to see Lily's response.

"Yeah, for sure I love him," Lily answered sarcastically. "Are you guys mental? I have hated Potter for all two years that I've known him, why would you think that I fancy him?"

"Because he fancies you!" Mary exclaimed.

"Which means I fancy him?"

"Pretty much, yeah," Dorcas said.

"What about you and Black?" Lily shot back.

"What about me and Black?" Dorcas yelled.

The two girls started screaming at each other, before Marlene interrupted. "Guys! Why don't we just freaking drop it! Let's just not talk about this again,"

"Fine!" The girls yelled at once and marched over to their beds. Whoa, overreacting, much? They both yanked the white bed sheets back and fell into bed, facing opposite one another.

A/N: I forgot to mention HAPPY EASTER!