Throughout the chilling month of October, there was no good news in James' condition; if anything it just plummeted. Lily thought it was all her fault for feeling happy while James was feeling horrible. Of course, this caused uproar from her friends. Finally, she saw sense and stopped blaming herself for everything. Sure, she still visited James, talked to his comatose body, and even tried to teach his unconscious body new concepts for different classes. Apparently in one of the million library books she had read, reading to the unconscious helps them retain the information more efficiently then when they are conscious. They, of course, had to be a witch or wizard for this to work, but still, the information was steadily being implanted into his vegetative state of a coma.

The prefects and Lily had to hold meetings without their Head Boy. For the time being, Remus had been patrolling with Lily as a 'fill-in' Head Boy. Even though it wasn't official he played the part very well. He said it was because he didn't want Lily having to do all the work herself. Lily for some reason thought differently. It was a far-fetched thought, but an idea that reproved a previous idea.

Lily thought that Remus was doing this to show responsibility. Now they all knew he was responsible, but he wanted to prove to Morgan how he could balance Head business, NEWT level classes, Quidditch, and the fact he turns into a vicious, furry, maniac at 'his time of the month' (AKA the full moon). This again was a far-fetched idea, but in the mind of Lily Evans, it was nothing out of the ordinary.

For Halloween, they of course had their annual feast. To spice it up just a bit the prefects (minus Lucius who always disagreed with the group, whether he liked the idea or not.) started the tradition of ghost performances since they fell into the Halloween theme. The prefects had a raffle. The prize was sort of lame since they couldn't really find ideas to interest each student, house, and year. Each year had a bucket, not unlike the Goblet of Fire. It had an age line that wasn't exactly an age line. The line detected your year instead of your age. You put your name in the goblet, and you could only submit your name once. If you tried again, your pants would be stripped off and light themselves on fire, courtesy of Peeves. At the Feast, Dumbledore would pull a name from each goblet. The winner of each year would receive a homework pass for each class they attended. It worked on any out of class assignment. The professors, of course, hated the idea when Lily, of all people, proposed it. They were mumbling stuff like 'In my day...' and 'Students these days...' even 'Whoever had that idea should be hung by their toe nails from the North Tower!' that of course was Filch's idea, and nobody likes him so...

When the school assembled in the Great Hall, they were impressed. Live bats were flying around, the usual floating jack-o-lanterns, the occasional fire fly for a spooky aura, and even candy-corns were raining from the enchanted ceiling. Unfortunately for Sirius. he didn't realize it was just an illusion.

When he entered the Great Hall he went berserk.

"OH. MY. GOD. CANDY CORN!!" screamed Sirius like a little girl buying her first baby doll. He was so excited to see his favorite Halloween food falling from the sky; he literally sprinted across the hall. Easily, for him, jumping over all of the First Years in the way. They ducked, but still the effect was the same. Even his dog-like tongue was lolling out of his mouth, slobber almost coming out of his open mouth. Once he reached to the Gryffindor Table, Sirius jumped up onto the sparkling clean table, and started hopping up and down trying to reach the candy corns screaming 'THEY'RE MINE!' at the top of his lungs.

"CANDY CORN, CANDY CORN, I LOVE CANDY CORN! CANDY CORN!" Sirius screamed while doing a little jig on top of the table; Lauren fruitlessly tried to restrain him.

"Lauren! Just let go!" Remus screamed.

"He's acting like a four year old!" Lauren screamed back, mortification written all over her face.

"I KNOW! I TOLD YOU HE WOULD DO THIS!" Remus yelled across the hall.

"I thought you were lying!" whined Lauren.

"Well now you know I wasn't."

"Let it go Lorie, let it go." Morgan sighed shaking her head.

Lily, being the one who enchanted the ceiling, had a few tricks up her sleeve. Once everyone was settled, she made a motion with her arms instructing them to duck underneath the tables; even the teachers obliged, knowing the plan. Remus was the one who randomly told everyone that Sirius loved candy corns, then he and Lily made up a prank on their own to humiliate Sirius. They told the prefects to tell their houses the plan. Lucius and the other Slytherins surprisingly held to their end of the deal. If they listened to Lily and not argue, then they get to help humiliate a Gryffindor. In their eyes it was a fair deal. In Lily and Remus', it was just a harmless prank designed for Sirius. Once everyone was under, besides Sirius who was STILL trying to get the nonexistent, oblivious to the fact everybody was under their respectable tables, Lily discreetly waved her wand in a swift, fluid movement.

All of a sudden a thunderous crash echoed throughout the hall, and each person's ears. A muffled strangled cry from Sirius was heard, but only faintly. They were barricaded in by the rush of candy corns. The prefects kept their cool, as well as some of the older students. The third years and below were shrieking so loud a silencing charm was put on them. Each prefect took an edge of the table, as well as two to the middle of each. They quickly muttered 'meliato', the melting charm. This created a nice big hole in the avalanche's walls. Sticky, but workable. Each prefect was ushering students out of the hole, cleaning them off in the process.

Throughout the whole entire Feast Sirius was nowhere to be heard. Everybody just assumed that he was just eating candy corn to his heart's content just like themselves.

"I wonder where Sirius is..." wondered Lauren aloud, now starting to worry about her boyfriend.

"I don't know... He's probably still under the candy corn pile that we left over by the back of the hall." Peter said with a wave of his hand, popping his own candy corn in his pudgy mouth.

"Yeah, knowing our Sirius, he's still probably trying to eat his way out instead of using his wand." Morgan snorted; it was kind of one of her habits, for lack of a better word.

"Haha yeah, I wonder how long it'll take to get out of the avalanche." Lily said lightly.

Suddenly a sharp jab came to her sides, right above her hips. She let out a small shriek of surprise. When she whipped around to find the person who jabbed her sides, nobody was there. She looked all around her, but nobody was in sight. The only person who could have possibly done that to her was Sirius, but he was still under all of the candy corn that he just had to catch. Seeing everybody else was sitting, laughing, and flirting with their friends, she couldn't find the perpetrator. This made her slightly uneasy, for some reason.

Now she was hearing sharp intakes of breath right behind her. If she wasn't scared before, she was now. Standing up suddenly to go leave, Dumbledore announced her name.

"If we could now please have Miss Lily Evans up here to draw the names for the raffle, I would be delighted. Miss Evans?"

"Yes Professor, the drawing." Lily said uneasily, walking up to the High Table. "OK, quiet down now. We're going to start with First Years. Drum Roll please!" There was soon the sound of thousands of hands tapping the table anxiously "Liam McKinnon!!" now clapping for Morgan's little brother. (By the way, Morgan is the Marlene in the books. I just didn't want to use Marlene since most people do. I just like the name Morgan better. Take no offense any Marlene's reading this!)

"Here you go Liam!" Lily said jovially, now forgetting all of her worries of the mysterious person standing behind her. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Dumbledore wink in her direction. WINK! When he saw her looking curiously at him he averted his eyes. Odd, thought Lily. Very odd. Almost un-Dumbledore-ish like...

"Second year! Drum roll please!" Again thousands of hands patting on the table, echoed throughout the hall. "Narcissa Black!" yelled Lily, pretending to be exited. "Here you are Narcissa," said Lily politely handing her the homework passes.

"Third year! And the winner is... Sirius Black! SIRIUS!!" Lily shrieked. "Black, where are you!?"

"I'm here!" yelled Sirius; purposefully strutting across the hall like it was a runway. He was even completely candy corn free, amazingly. Most girls were giggling feverishly.

"Black! How did you get your name in the THIRD YEAR bucket?!"

"Oh Lily, if I told you I'd have to kill you. Personally I think you like your life seeing as your yelling at me, and your hair is starting to steam up again."

"Just take the darn piece of parchment, and get out of my sight Black, I'll deal with you later. I know where you sleep. And yes that is a threat." The whole hall just started watching the small quarrel with great interest, but was left disappointed when Sirius just skipped back to the Gryffindor table. When he got there he gave Lauren a big wet kiss on the cheek, that surely enough smelt like candy corns.

The drawing went on and on for about another five minutes. For fourth year a sweet Hufflepuff girl named Stacie Abbot won. In fifth year, a Ravenclaw named Steven White won. For the sixth years another particularly nasty Slytherin named Jacob Black won.

"Last drawing of the night now, the one most of you have been waiting for! Seventh year! Extra super colossal drum roll please!! Severus Snape!" Lily yelled, again trying to keep the icy level of her voice down to a minimum.

"Thanks MudBlood. Do you think I'd be able to wash this? Maybe it would be easier if I just gave you a small little bath here. Aguamenti!!" A large cold splash of water collided with Lily's face. At this everybody gasped. Not because Lily was soaking wet, hair steaming, eyes full of malice, and shivering like mad. They gasped because there was water floating in mid-air behind where she stood.

Wondering why everybody was looking behind her she turned around. Walking slowly over to the floating water, hand outstretched in case of danger, she pulled at the water. Slowly a silk, silvery, cloak fell into a graceful pool at her feet. When she saw what lie beneath she let yet another small gasp escape her luscious red lips.

There before her stood a completely healthy, lively, energetic, handsome, young man with unruly raven hair, gorgeous hazel eyes, and the sweetest smile.

"J-J-J-J-James?" Lily stuttered.

"Hey Lily," James said, sticking his hands in his robe pockets.

"The Feast is now dismissed! Goodnight, sleep tight! Don't let the knargles bite!" Dumbledore said in a sing song voice.

Once everybody had emptied out of the hall, teachers included, there were only thirteen seventeen year olds left in the vast, empty hall.

A/N: I want at least five reviews before I post again! Part 2 coming soon! I hope... Oh and for those of you who like contests, guess how many pages this WHOLE STORY takes up on word. Who ever gets the right answer gets a chapter in advance. It is going to be acout 3,000 words too. D

-Brittney

Sirius' Sweetheart