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Author's Note: Sorry for not updating sooner! Anyways, here's the next chapter. It will show some interesting insights from Dumbledore too.
A little reminder: Jame's epiphany from last chapter about Lily not being as horrible as she was and starting to show some respect to her happened in Mid November. Therefore, before Mid November, he was still at heads with her on practically everything.
Lily
Here I was, minding my own business, when Potter had to come along and creep me out.
After Week With Potter before the Halloween Ball, I had begun to notice some changes about him. For example: he doesn't prank as much now! I think it's because of the little talk Professor Dumbledore had with him at the end of October, but I'm surprised Potter is following through with orders.
I still remember the reason why Potter had to go see Dumbledore in the first place:
"You're late again, Potter," I was waiting for Potter at the library during my free period on Wednesday afternoon. We had to go over the detentions given, points taken and given, and to discuss the Halloween Ball.
"Quidditch practice," replied Potter with a smirk. I scowled, knowing Professor McGonagal would let him off this time. Everyone knows that McGonagal wants to win the Quidditch Cup as badly as Potter does. And that's saying something.
"Why don't you try being more original and come up with a better excuse next time? Like: I was in the Owlery trying to order some brains, humility, and common sense!"
"I would, dear Evans, but the manager replied that since you had bought everything, they had nothing left,"
"I am not in as dire need of one as you are, Potter. And don't call me dear – direct that word next time to one of your fan club members. I'm pretty sure they would swoon better than I would,"
"Let's just get on with business, Evans. I would hate to deprive you of your precious time,"
"Watch your tongue, Potter. The day that I get anything through your thick head is the day when pig's fly!"
"Weird saying, Evans. When pigs fly…" replied Potter, the words trailing off. Then, before my very astonished eyes, he transfigured a piece of parchment into a pig. Muttering, "Wingardium Leviosa," he levitated the pig up into the air so that it gave off the illusion of a flying pig.
"Put your cousin down, Potter, and let's get on to business,"
"Make me," he said, sticking his tongue out.
By then, we hadn't realized that our voices were filling the entire library. By the time Potter had set the pig down onto the floor, Madam Pince had dragged him off to Dumbledore already.
It was now Mid November, and today at breakfast, Potter came along with his apes and accidentally poured pumpkin juice on me. Usually, he sat at the other end of the table, but this time their pitcher of pumpkin was empty and so they had summoned ours from our end. Being the no-brainers that they were, the pitcher spilled some pumpkin juice down my robes.
I had been ready to go hex Potter into oblivion when he apologized quite sincerely to me and had cleaned my robes with a simple Scourgify. I was stunned.
Everyone else in the Gryffindor table had already fled the vicinity or was crouching down underneath the table. A few braver ones had their wands ready for a Protego already, and the teachers were watching us like a hawk.
The entire Hall was silent. You could have heard a pin drop. Just a moment before that word left Potter's mouth, I had been to carry out my threat and send him to the Hospital Wing. Now, though, I didn't think I could.
"What did you say?" I barely choked out. "Sorry," he replied, frowning.
"If this is a joke, Potter, it's not funny,"
"I say sorry all the time! What's wrong with this time?"
"No you don't," The last part of my sentence was left unsaid, but everyone heard it. Not to me.
"That's it, Black. Did you Imperius him or something? Did he fall down and suffer a concussion?"
Black was still standing there like an idiot with his mouth open and his eyes wide open. I sighed, said, "Put your eyes back in their sockets," and turned to Remus.
"What the bloody hell is wrong with everyone? I SAID SORRY! ONE WORD!"
Everyone looked highly doubtful at Potter's proclamation. They were all thinking the same thing: When James Potter apologizes to Lily Evans, the world must be at an end.
Needless to say I was all for sending Potter to the Hospital Wing for a check up on his mind. Black and Remus were staring at their, shocked. Everyone else had broken up into whispers. Alice was pulling an irrational me down the corridors to our first period Charms lesson. All I could of was this: If this is a bloody joke, Potter, you will end up in front of Pomfrey faster than you can say sorry.
Dumbledore
This morning's display when Mr. Potter apologized to Ms Evans was exactly what I was looking for. If I am not mistaken, it appears that Mr. Potter has taken the little discussion I had with him to heart:
"Come in," I said.
Mr. Potter entered, followed by Madam Pince. "This boy has been creating havoc and practicing spells in the library. I found him levitating a pig when I was forced to bring him here. He is an utter disgrace, and his antics further my argument."
I cut off the dear woman before steam could start pouring out of her ears. "I will handle Mr. Potter now. Why don't you go back to the library and try to keep other's from following Mr. Potter's previous example?"
"Very well, Headmaster," said Madam Pince before she walked out the office and back to the library.
"Am I right in believing this matter concerns Ms Evans too, Mr. Potter?"
"Well, sir, she did say – and I quote - The day that I get anything through your thick head is the day when pig's fly! So, I decided to prove to Evans that that day has come,"
I chuckled. Both were so blinded that they didn't realize they were perfect for each other. Oh well, they did manage to plan the Ball without any pranks, accidents, and Madam Pomfrey informing me of Mr. Potter's stay in the Hospital Wing. Now, to the task at hand.
"Mr. Potter, I would strongly advise you not to practice future transfiguration in the library. However, that was clever piece of wand work, if I do say so myself. Five points will be taken from Gryffindor, but I wouldn't like to harm your chances for the Quidditch Cup by assigning you detention,"
"Thank you, professor,"
"But…" and here he stopped, and turned around to face me again, "I would like you to learn how to work with Ms Evans. She is not as horrible as you make her out to be, and besides, you will have to work with each other for most of your lives,"
At this point, Mr. Potter turned a sickly shade of green and started mouthing words while his eyes widen.
"After your Head Boy and Girl duties, you are looking for work as an auror, am I correct?" He nodded. "So is she. Therefore, learnt to enjoy the rest of your life,"
I chuckled at that fond memory of Mr. Potter's deathly white face.
This is it! Hope you enjoyed it, sorry it was a bit shorter than normal. The next chapter will show the planning of the Masquerade Ball and interesting new revelations from James.
