Chapter 2

Lily's POV

"Lils!" I hear Marlene shout from the Gryffindor table. I wander over and plonk myself down on one of the seats across from the girls.

"Hi, guys. Honestly, how did she catch me?" I ask.

"No idea. So why did you come in late, practically the same time as Jam-" Starts Hestia, grinning.

I scowl before she continues. The only Marauder I really talk to is Remus, but Hestia is friends with them all. Marly thinks their hearts are in the right place, but do take their pranks too far sometimes.

"Oh fine, Potter. Getting frisky, were ya?" Hest wiggles her eyebrows and laughs.

"Ew, Hest! Not cool!" I hit her playfully and laugh. "I was abandoned by Marly so Potter tried to sit with me and ask me o- oh hell, you know the story. Just drop it." I say casually.

"So nothing else happened?" They prodded on.

"Oh course not!" I don't know why I don't want to tell them about him apologising and acting like a person with human feelings. It just was something I wanted to keep to myself, strange as that may sound.

"Anyway, I've barely eaten today, so let me eat!" I grab some chicken and tear into it like a barbarian.

"BANG! BANG! BANG!" The noise came from the opposite side of the Great Hall. I turn around to see the Slytherins surrounded by a thin layer of pink smoke. I instantly know who's responsible. I turn to face the Marauders, who are cracking up. I look at James, and can't help but give a small smile. Since Sev – Snape. Since Snape called me the M word, I can't help but enjoy Potter's revenge just a little bit. Yet I never show I enjoy it, as it just encourages them. This explains the huge yet confused smile on Potter's face.

I turn to face the Snakes again to see what the smoke apparently does, and as the smoke clears the Slytherins' hair is all pink. Pink. Not like light pink. No, this is full on, bright, girly hot-pink.

I turn back to Potter. I hesitate.

"Thank you Pot- James." He looks absolutely stunned that I am talking to him again, like he thinks this morning was a one time occurrence. Even more confused that I was thanking him for his mischievous ways.

"Earth calling Prongs, do you copy?" Sirius jokes, clicking his fingers in front of his face, and he wakes up from his shock.

"Sor- What- Why?" He manages to get out, eyebrows crinkled in confusion.

For making me laugh. For getting Snape back, let alone the rest of the Snakes. For being nice. For getting me breakfast. For apoligising.

"For everything."

"Have fun on duty!" Marly calls.

"Yeah right!" I call back sarcastically. I have to patrol duty with Potter, thanks to Remus bailing.

I walk downstairs and meet him there. We greet simply with 'hi' and go to the second floor, where we patrol quietly.

"Um, about earlier, I'm a bit confused about why you thanked me. I thought you hated my pranks?" He asked. I hesitate. He naturally thinks he offended me.

"Oh, if you don't want to tell me that's fine." He says reassuringly. I thought about what I should say as we caught two Hufflepuffs out of bed, taking points and sending them to their Common Room.

"Uh no, it's okay, I would've asked if it was the other way around. I just- last year- when Sev- No. When Snape called me a- called me a-" My throat catches and I can't help the tears threaten to escape my eyes.

"Lily! Oh Merlin, I'm so sorry! Um, here." He hands me a tissue. I blow my nose like a foghorn.

"Thanks." I sniffle out. "It's just a tender memory. He introduced me to this," I gesture to our surroundings, referring to Hogwarts "he was my only connection to the magical world. Then we were sorted, and he started to get… odd. Avery and the gang influenced him."

Potter looked intrigued. "You knew him before Hogwarts? Before your letter?"

"Uh, yeah. He lived near me, he saw me do magic, though I didn't realise. He called me a witch, which I thought was an insult, because Muggles portray witches as evil, ugly women."

He looks entertained about the last bit. "Muggles are weird." He chuckles.

"He explained it all to me. Wands, Hogwarts, Laws, Azkaban. Everything. Then my letter came. I was thrilled." I say, smiling at the memory. I frown. "Tuney was not."

"Tuney?" I'm guessing that's a nickname, right?" He asks.

"Yeah, her name is Petunia. You know, the flower? She's my sister." I tell him, wondering if he knew I even had a sister.

"I never even knew." He says, sighing. "But the name makes sense. Lily, Petunia. Both flora. Anyway, so why was she so bummed?"

"Well, Snape and I found a Hogwarts letter in her room from Dumbledore. She wanted to come here, she asked, but he ever so nicely said that she couldn't. I told her maybe I could convince Dumbledore when I got here. She realised we read her letter and she said we were taken away for Muggles' protection."

I sigh. "And she called me a freak, as always."

I looked at Potter. I could literally she his fury burning in his eyes. He realises I am looking and swaps it for a sorrowed look.

"I'm sorry." He says calmly, yet his teeth noticeably clenching.

"Don't be. It's a pretty common occurrence." I say, sighing. "Sometimes I think she's right." Potter looks murderous. He looks like he can't hold it anymore; he grabs my shoulders forcefully, but not nearly enough to hurt me. He looks me straight in the eye.

"Lily, look at me." I look into his hazel eyes. Wow. "Lily, I personally would like to curse your sister into oblivion for calling you a freak. Lily, you are definitely not a freak. You are beautiful, and smart, and strong. You're brave and stand up for what you believe in. You are the bestest friend, though not to me, but I see how you treat your friends. You're loyal to them. And I am telling you, Petunia may be your sister by blood, but they are your real sisters. A sister like that isn't worth it."

I stare into his eyes for a moment, and he looks into my eyes deeply. Does he really like me that much? Hell, maybe we could… I dunno... become like, acquaintances? Not friends, nope. At least not yet.

"We could be friends." I whisper, but it's so quiet here you could hear a pin drop. And I swear his jaw drops to the ground. "I mean, not yet. But we could try, um, James. I call you James and you call me Lily. And no asking me out."

He looks at me, fist-pumps the air, and screams "YESSSSSSSSSS!"

And I swear his touch-down dance was the funniest thing I have ever seen.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Don't forget to R&R guys! Chapter four almost done! :D Seriously though it feels like so much effort for like no one reading so if its actually give me a signnnnn

-Seeker