A/N: That's right, I'm still alive. Sorry for the long wait, but school's kept me busy. Anyway, here's the second chapter! Hope you like.
Lily Evans was having a rotten day.
Not only had she been asked out by James Potter (again!), not only had she got an E for this day's potion work (Potter's fault, naturally), not only had she missed lunch and dinner, no, now she also had to go to a stupid party.
She normally wouldn't have gone: she knew perfectly well how to entertain herself, thank you very much. But she was abysmally hungry, having eaten so little today, and the Hufflepuffs usually provided a large collection of food. So when Eliza brought up the subject, Lily agreed whole-heartedly.
An hour later, Lily's mood was even more rotten than her day.
It had done absolutely no good that she'd come early. There wasn't much food. James Potter and the Marauders were there. And now, to top it all, Eliza was missing. Great.
Lily stood in a corner, trying to block out the horrible music. Faye was beside her, looking bored. Mary was holding hands with Davy, and Lily would've liked to die.
If she hasn't come in ten minutes, I'll so leave, she told herself grumpily. Just then, a mane of curly, wheaten blonde hair became visible behind a dancing couple, and in the next second Eliza stood before Lily, panting.
"Hey, guys!" she said brightly, ignoring Lily's accusing stare. "Great party, eh? It's hot in here, isn't it? Lily! Do you want a drink? I've brought two too many." She gave her hand a shake, where, indeed, three bottles, containing golden liquid, sat. "Butterbeer."
Lily smiled gratefully. If there wasn't any good food, at least she could savour butterbeer. Her stomach grumbled. She reached out, but suddenly, got a different bottle thrust into her hand. When she opened her mouth bewilderedly, Eliza had already disappeared.
Troubled kid, Lily thought devilishly. She raised an eyebrow towards the bottle, then shrugged and drank. After the usual warmth shot through her, her stomach started twitching uneasily. She wasn't going to be sick, was she?
Rotten day.
She wasn't, though. After the pretty eventless day, she went back to Gryffindor Tower accompanied by a lovesick Mary, a brooding Faye, and an equally grumpy Eliza. Once in the dorm again, she plummeted into her bed and closed her eyes. Her stomach was still aching.
Five minutes later, she shot up again. There was hair that fell into her eyes. Lily was sure that it hadn't been there previously. She looked at it. As far as she could tell, the hairs were dark. Definitely darker than auburn.
She also noticed that she seemed to be heavier. She hadn't eaten almost all day! She raised a hand in front of her face and almost screeched. It was broader, bigger than usual. The fitting arm was long and toned.
Lily stood up quietly and tip-toed to the mirror. When she saw her reflection, she could no longer withhold the scream.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGHHH! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
A horrified, handsome, grey-eyed face, surrounded by shiny black hair, stared back at her.
Eliza got up routinely, grabbed Lily and manoeuvred her out of the room, bellowing: "Nothing happened! Everything alright! You can go back to sleep!" to Faye, Mary and the others.
When she was outside, she leaned against the door. "What d'you think you're doing, Lily? What's happened, and -?" She looked up. "Holy shit!"
She found herself staring at a familiar face. "What are you doing here? Where's Lily? What have you done to her?"
Lily sobbed. "I am Lily! I am."
"Yeah, right", said Eliza sarcastically, evidently not believing her. "Get out of here, moron! NOW!"
"No, no, no, no, no!" Lily grabbed Eliza, who looked revolted. "Look, I can prove it! Okay. My favourite colour is green, because I loved to play in the grass when I was little. I have a secret phobia against big flowers that dangle from the air. My favourite book is The Importance of Being Ernest. I'm scared of heights. I don't like fish, you watched me puke once after I ate it. We didn't like each other back then. I'm easily frustrated, or irritated. I hate to fail. I like watching the stars, because they're amazing. I was the first one to realise that Sirius was named after the brightest star in the sky. I always hope to see a shooting star. I would wish for world peace, strawberries, or a brainwash for my sister/Snape. I'm allergic to nuts, which is why I like to say 'You're nuts' to the Marauders, because I'm allergic to their immaturity, see?"
Lily exhaled deeply.
"Wow", said Eliza, dumbstruck. "It is you!"
"Yeah", Lily said worriedly. "But what happened to my body? I'm not me! I'm definitely not in my body, and it feels awful! Oh my God, I'm close to hyperventilating!" Lily pressed a hand to her forehead to prevent her head from spinning. "This is not normal, Eliza!"
Eliza was lost for words. She looked at what used to be Lily. She remembered last night. She remembered the "butterbeer". She remembered Faye's words: "You're a fail at potions." She remembered Sirius nicking James's drink, gulping it down ...
Faye was right. The potion hadn't exceeded their brain power. But it hadn't been workless, either. It had done something completely different.
Eliza gulped. She had made Lily Evans switch bodies with Sirius Black.
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- Coco
