AN:/Hey guys, hope you like this chapter!:D

James stood still idiotically for a moment before realising that Lily may actually be in danger. He turned to the stairs and jumped up them, skipping three each time.
"Sirius! Padfoot! C'mere!" Shouted James as he burst through the bedroom door. Three drowsy figures sat up from their beds, all glaring James's direction.
"What!" Sirius said.
"It's Lily, I need you."
James pleaded with his eyes. Sirius saw the fear etched on his friends face and jumped out of bed. He shoved his school shoes on, grabbed the Marauder's Map and followed James back into the hall.

Amos had his arm around Lily's shoulder, a gesture that no one would see as suspicious due to the fact that they were going out. But he had his hand dug into her shoulder, causing sharp pains to shoot up her arm.
"Amos stop!" Lily said, attempting to wrench his fingers away from her. The boy ignored her, driving Lily down a corridor and finally into an empty classroom.
He let go of Lily and slammed the door closed.

Lily backed herself up as close as possible to the back wall. "Leave me alone." She said in a calm voice.
Amos though, was far from calm. It seemed all of the pent up anger had finally exploded, displaying the monster from within ready to lash out on the closest possible person available; Lily.
He marched up to her and stopped inches from her face.
"What did I tell you?" He said in a deep voice, grabbing Lily's wrists.
"Not to talk to James!"
His grip tightened and Lily struggled to get away from him.
"And you did. You disobeyed me."
With a loud smack, Amos slapped her hard. Lily lurched backwards at the stab of pain. Amos was standing over her, looking a little shocked himself at what he'd done.

All of a sudden Lily laughed. The sound of his voice, trying to act all scary and threatening was ridiculous.
"You think I'm scared of you?" Lily grinned. Amos seemed shocked at her bravery and loosened his grip, which gave Lily the perfect opportunity to escape. She twisted her hands sideways and ducked under his raised arms, running to the other side of the room.

Amos let out an angry cry and made his way over to her again. But Lily was too fast; she took her wand out and made a desk go flying into his legs. Amos toppled over.
There was a swinging light dangling just to the left of his head
Lily smirked. Perfect.

With another flash of her wand, the chandelier unscrewed itself and fell. Lily ducked away to avoid getting glass in her eyes. When she looked back up, she saw that the light had smashed just left to where Amos was lying.
She walked cautiously over, peering to see his eyes. They were closed.
Amos was unconscious, surrounded by a pool of glass shards.

Lily stood in front of him, her breathing uneven. Her cheek was throbbing; she couldn't believe that he'd actually hit her!
Once she'd calmed down, Lily turned around and walked to her door. She was paused, thinking whether she should clean the room up when something jagged hit her back. Lily gasped and turned.
Amos was sitting up, his hand raised.
Slowly, Lily felt her way to the pain. She winced, pulling a long pointed shard of glass from her back. The end was covered in blood.
Upon seeing what he'd done, Amos turned white as death.
"Lily, oh my Merlin, I didn't mean to-" He put a hand up to his mouth.
"I'm sorry I-"
Lily fell to her knees, more at sheer shock that he'd actually stabbed her than pain…of course, there was that too.

Suddenly the door swung open, banging loudly against the wall. Lily looked up and saw James and Sirius.
"Lily, are you-"
The boys took in the scene before them, the scattered tables, broken chandelier and of course Lily with blood gushing out of her back.
There was a heavy silence.

Then James had a look on his face that Lily couldn't even comprehend. His hazel eyes had turned dark and his mouth was in a fierce snarl. Amos jumped up, running slightly to the other end of the class.
James tore his wand out of his pocket and began shooting random spells as Amos, who barely tried to defend himself.

After a very short time Amos was lying on the ground, properly unconscious this time. His skin was dyed turquoise and his nose was so long it now reached his stomach. James pocketed his wand and turned to Lily, who had shakily risen to her feet, holding the wound on her back. Sirius was holding her other arm.
"Lil's?" He said.
Lily smiled, the way he said her name made her feel better.
"I'm okay." She said.
James shook his head. "No, you're not…that little creep, I can't believe it!"

Lily took a breath. "It's nothing I-"
"No!" Said James. "He bloody stabbed you Lily, and, is your cheek red? Did he slap you too?!"
Lily looked down, an answer in itself.
James turned back to Amos and kicked him hard in the side. The boy whimpered in his sleep.
Lily sighed. "Can we go to the hospital wing?"
He turned around, still looking furious. Sirius stepped forward.
"Come on James, Lily needs help." He paused, looking down at Amos coldly. "We'll get him for this later."

Roughly an hour and a half later, Lily was lying on her stomach in a bed in the hospital wing. It had taken an age to explain to the matron what had happened. She seemed extremely shocked, muttering about calling for Dumbledore at once. But then she had seen the deep cut and the blood dripping onto the floor. She had asked no more questions and rushed Lily onto the bed, sealing the wound with magic and giving her a blood-replenishing potion.
Madam Pompfrey said that Lily would have to stay the night to monitor her condition, but that Dumbledore would be down shortly to talk.

Sirius had left to go to class, but James had forced Madam Pompfrey to let him stay. He wouldn't take no for an answer.
Lily felt extremely awkward. She couldn't lie on her back due to the pain, but she turned herself slowly onto her side to face James. He was frowning, and kept reaching up to mess his hair up.
"Stop doing that." Lily smiled.
"Doing what?"
"Fixing your hair, it's driving me mad."
James bit his lip. "Sorry." He locked his hands together in his lap, but about thirty seconds later he did it again. Lily laughed.
"It's a habit! I don't even realise I do it!"
She grinned and looked into his eyes. Though he was smiling, it didn't reach his eyes. Frantic worry was not so hidden beneath his glasses.
"I'm fine James, honestly."
James shrugged. "I just worry about you."
Lily blushed. She remembered the tangle emotions she'd felt for the boy in front of her at the party that night and though lately she'd been able to hide them from her mind, they all came rushing back now as she stared into his eyes.

"I know how to keep you from doing it." Lily said softly. Her heart was racing.
"How?" James said, looking confused.
Before she could think about it, Lily grabbed both of his hands in hers.
She felt that tingling shock pass through her again and was sure he had too.
He looked up at her, smiling slightly.
"I like your ideas, Lily Evans."

Lily looked down at their intertwined hands and felt all of the tense feelings leave her mind. She turned her head back to face the ceiling.
"What are you thinking?" She asked James, afraid to look at his face.
"I'm…I'm wondering if I'm dreaming." James admitted. Lily smiled. She squeezed his hands.
"I'm only doing this to help you get over your habit."
He ran his thumb over hers, sending shivers down Lily's spine.
"Of course." Said James. Lily could hear from his voice that he was smiling.
"Is it working?" She whispered, looking back at him.
James tilted his head. "I'm not sure," His voice was so quiet. He moved his chair closer to the bedside, smiling lopsidedly.
Lily gripped his hands tighter. "That's not very good."
James shook his head ever so slightly.

There was a comfortable silence and Lily found herself trapped in his eyes.
Slowly, tentatively, Lily let go of one of James's hands and brushed her fingers over his cheek and up to his hair, mimicking the action that James was so obsessed to doing.
He moved his free hand up to Lily's hair and tucked a strand behind her ear. She shivered as he ran his hand through hers.
"See?" James said, so close to her ear. "It's addictive."
Lily moved closer to him, her lips whispering on his cheek.
"It is…"
They closed the distance together, lips finally touching and shocks exploding, only this time multiplied by thousands.