Disclaimer: You will see that I've used a quote from the new Star Trek movie, in here. It's Star Trek's, not mine.

AN: Hey, guys! If you've read to chapter three, god bless you. :D

Love,

DarlingILoveYou

Chapter Three:
It had been 10 minutes since class had started And James still hadn't come in. And just as this thought entered my head, he came waltzing in, completely unacknowledged by Binn's. I grabbed a spare bit of parchment.

Where were you? I scratched out on it.

Lunch. He wrote back.

It took you that long to eat? I asked skeptically.

Oh, hush. You eat like, a pea, and you're done. He wrote, pointing at my belly, as if it proved his point. I glared, but dropped it. He was right, and I knew it. I mean, I wouldn't go so far as to say I eat just a pea, but I definitely eat less than most.

About 10 more minutes passed by. "Class dismissed." I heard Binns say.

"That was short." I commented.

"Maybe he's letting us go early for a reason…" James suggested.

I shrugged. "Who knows what goes on in his head."

"So, when do you want to start tutoring?" He snickered.

I rolled my eyes. "I guess today – after classes."

"Sounds good. I'll go nick some gloves and trees from the Herbology house, later." He said happily. And then, he started wearing his This-Plan-Is-So-Going-To-Work face. I studiously ignored it.

DADA was horrible. It should James that I still new more than he did – even if he did know how to correctly uproot poisonous trees.

"Who can tell me what a Thestral is?" Professor Potter asked us. My hand shot up.

"Miss Evans?" He smiled at me.

"A Thestral looks like the skin and bones of a Pegasys. They can only be seen by those who've seen death." I told him.

"Good. Five points to Griffindore." I grinned. Professor Potter had always been my favorite. He smiled easily, always nice, rarely gave out detentions or took house points – no matter what house he was working with, and he always encouraged the students who weren't going so hot. Not to mention he was pretty to look at, young, and new all the recent news that was going around the school. "Who can tell me what a… Bogart is?" Again, my hand shot up. He laughed. "Lily, I swear, you're never going to let the others answer, are you?" I blushed. "Well, go on, then."

"A Bogart takes the form of the object you fear most. They like to hide in dark places, like cupboards or clocks. No one knows for sure what they look like, because they change immediately when spotted." I managed to say it all in one breath.

He laughed again. "Godric, I love you. You want to marry me? Pretty sure the Ministry's still open." He said jokingly. Everyone laughed. I smiled. "Twenty points to Griffindore. Miss Evans, would you mind demonstrating how to fight off a Bogart?" He asked, gesturing to a cupboard toward the back of the room. I smiled in acceptance, and walked to the front of the room while he rolled the cupboard toward me. I took out my wand, and positioned myself for attack. I heard scattered 'WOO's and 'YEAH's from the more rowdy boys of my class.

"Ready?" He asked me.

"Give it a go." I told him, wondering what my deepest dear was. He opened the cupboard door and the Bogart morphed into… My dead mother. I stared in horror. My dead mother soon morphed into my dead father. Who soon morphed into my dead sister. A small cry escaped my lips. The Bogart started morphing, again, but, this time, it seemed to have trouble deci9ding what form to take. I raised my wand back up. My hand was shaking baldy. I couldn't think of the spell, because I was semi preoccupied on what the Bogart was trying to turn into. It seemed to be taking a more solid form, but you couldn't tell what it was, yet. WHAT WAS THAT SPELL?

Suddenly, the Bogart took form. The whole room gasped, and somewhere in my head, I registered the fact that the professor was choking on his drink.

My dead sister had morphed into James Potter.

I closed my eyes tightly, and thoughts of his flooded my head. I picked one quickly, opened my eyes and shouted "RIDICOLUS!" at the dead James.

And, there he was. Laughing like a madman because Sirius had inhaled helium and was making weird noises with his voice.

And, I realized, then, that I wanted him in my picture.

Professor Potter started laughing, snapping me out of my epiphany. "Oh, you never cease to amaze me!" He laughed, as I stood and returned to my desk, avoiding eyes that were trailing me. He moved the cupboard back into the back of the room.

I stared at the table the rest of class, not looking up, not answering questions. Because I could feel James's eyes on me.

"See you tomorrow, guys." I heard, and stood up quickly, trying to escape. Unfortunately, I got trapped behind the rest of the students who seemed to have the same idea as me. I was afraid James would ask about the Bogart. About why he seemed to affect me more than the others. But, thankfully, as soon as we left the classroom, Julie – a girl to whom I rarely speak to – caught up with us.

"EVANS! Evans, hey!" She yelled, running up to me. I stopped and turned. "Hey," She smiled. "I have to ask you a favor," She said.

I laughed. "Okay?"

"Well… I mean, I know you were paying attention in HM (History of Magic), and um… I uh… fell asleep. SO, I was wondering if I could copy your notes? Please? I begging you."

"You fell asleep, again?" I asked, rolling my eyes.

"Well, yeah." She looked like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Which for her, it probably was. She had this rare disease that most of Hogwarts had. Laziness.

Highly amused, I responded. "Sure, Julie."

"Yay! I love you!" She said, hugging me. I laughed, and she ran off to catch up with her friends. By this time, James and I were to the portrait hole.

I muttered something about talking to him later, and began to race up the stairs. "Wait!" He called after me. Hoping to get to my door before he reached the stairs, I kept moving forward. "Wait a second! Hold up!"

I felt the stairs turn to a slide, and lunged for the platform, failing miserably. I wound of sliding back down, neatly placing my feet in the right position to land correctly.

"What, James?" I asked, trying not to laugh as I watched him rub his nose, which he had fallen on.

"I just wanted to see if you were still coming. Tonight, I mean." He said nervously.

"Why wouldn't I be? I asked, knowing exactly why I wouldn't be, and acting like I didn't.

"Well… I just thought, because of the Bo-" He began.

I rudely talked over him, hating myself for the look on his face. The look that said I-Know-What's-About-To-Go-Down, along with the I-Definitely-Should-NOT-Have-Said-That. "Let it be known, Potter, that the only reason that you were dead on the floor today is because my deepest fear is being blamed for hexing you to smithereens. That is the ONLY REASON that I would be upset if you dropped dead. So, don't you dare think that I feel anything for you, got it? And, yes, James, I am coming, tonight." I ranted at him. "Now, if you would please step away from the stairs," He jumped away, and the slide turned back into stairs. I dashed up the stairs, into my room, slammed the door, ran over to the surprised Alice's bed, plopped down, and cried "ALICE! WHAT DO I DO?"

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