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"Ok everyone, thank you for coming, especially on such short notice." I look around at the Prefects, all sitting on cushions or footstools; we asked to borrow the Divination classroom. "So Professor Dumbledore has asked us to organise an event for just before the Christmas holidays, and we wanted to know what you guys thought about it. Anyone have any ideas?" I look around the room, at where James is leaning against the teacher's desk, and smile as he winks at me.

"A Hogsmeade visit?" Remus chips in, and I sigh.
"We could do that, but there's going to be one for Halloween, so we were thinking of doing something a bit different."
"A feast?" The fifth-year Hufflepuff prefect pipes up, and I smile half-heartedly at him.
"I think they're doing that already."
"How about a ball?" Aleena, the Ravenclaw prefect calls out, swinging her legs from where she's perched on a table.

James stands up, walking towards me. "That's a great idea Aleena." he praises, and she blushes furiously. "Anyone object?"
The Slytherin prefects in the corner tut and roll their eyes, but no one speaks. "Alright then. A ball it is. Shall we have a theme?"
"House colours?" Remus shrugs, pulling at his tie, and I nod.
"We could do that." James slips his arm around my shoulders.
"So we'll meet here again, say, next week then. What day? Wednesday?"
"We have Quidditch practice." One of the Slytherins grunts, glaring at James, but he just nods.
"Fine. Thursday?" There are some general murmurs of assent and then everyone gets up, trickling slowly in groups out the door, leaving me and James alone.

"A ball...that's going to be stressful to organise." I tuck my hair behind my ears, and he runs his fingers through my ponytail.
"Maybe, but it'll be fun, and it'd ages away anyway. We can start planning after Halloween."
I turn to look at him, and I straighten his glasses. "Should we go back down to the common room?"
"Oh,Merlin. I said I'd meet up with the guys. I'm sorry, Lils."
"S'ok, It's no big deal." I try to hide my disappointment. "I'll go to the library for a bit."
I want to find out how James broke his arm.
"
I won't be long, Lils."

He bends down to kiss me and I wrap my arms around him, pulling him into a tight hug, before pulling back, smiling as he kisses me on the forehead.
"See you later, Porcupine."
I walk down the stairs, waving at him, and follow a group of third-years that look like they're up to no good, until I reach the library. Walking around to the back of the huge room, I shove my bag onto an empty seat, and raise my wand.
"Accio Wizards and Animals: A History."
A heavy book comes flying off the top shelf, towards me, and I catch it, sitting down and flicking through it until I find the part on lycanthropy.

A werewolf has no control of it's actions while under the influence of the full moon, and would kill his brother if he came across him. However werewolves are only a danger to humans, so animals in the area inhabited by werewolves would be unaffected by the transformation.

The page goes on, but I don't need to read anymore. My mind is racing.

There's no way James could have got anywhere near Remus as a human. He would have a lot more than a broken arm if that was the case.
So...What if James wasn't a human?
No, he was probably just involved in a prank. That must be how he broke his arm.
Then how did he save Snape?
Wouldn't they both be dead, or werewolves?
What if...
What if James wasn't an human at full moon?
What if...he was an animal?

I turn the pages furiously to the section I'm looking for, and scan down the pages.
-resembles Patronus.
-distinct markings.

I slam the book closed and get up, clutching my bag and wand tightly, and stride over to Madam Pince.
"Excuse me, ma'am, do you have a list of the registered Animagi in Britain?"
She peers at me over her spectacles. "Of course, Miss Evans, but what do you want it for?"
"Defence homework." I lie, crossing my fingers behind my back. "I wanted to get some extra credit."

She relaxes and waves her wand, and a piece of parchment appears in her gnarly hand. She thrusts it towards me, and I take it with a grateful smile.
"Thank you." I quickly scan the page, but there's no sign of the name I'm looking for. "Can I borrow this?"
She sighs and adjusts her shawl. "Yes, but I want it back in perfect condition."
"Of course. Thank you for your help."

I slide it carefully into my bag and walk quickly out of the room, storming towards the common room. I touch my wand to the door impatiently, and jog in, slightly out-of-breath. Slamming the list of names down on the table, I fumble in my bag for a quill, and scribble furiously on a piece of spare parchment, my handwriting spiky with anger.

Looks like you'll be going 'stag' to the Ball.

Shoving it into the centre of the table, so it's next to the list, I stomp up the stairs and sit down on my bed, abandoning my wand and bag on the desk.

Could James really be an Animagus?
An unregistered one?

I really hope not.
But somehow I know that I'm right.

You can't hide anything from Lily Evans. She is pretty awesome.
She also wants you to review.
So you know, review.
Or she will hex you.
She is very good at the Bat Bogey Hex.
Just so you know.

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