Disclaimer: Harry Potter is not mine. Sorry kids.
A/N: Dear Guest who so kindly reviewed so many times so very kindly,
I am deeply sorry for making you cry.
I hope you enjoy this chapter, in which all shall be revealed about Sirius' plan.
I also have a secret for you.
So, you know I have written a sequel for this story already?
Well, I am thinking of writing another one, set further on in seventh year.
In which there is much drama and action and Jily fluff.
What do you think? That does mean that this story will end soon, but it will just continue a bit later in the year in the sequel.
This A/N has gone on for quite a while, so I'm going to stop writing this now.
A sneak peek for the sequel will be at the bottom of this chapter.
Thank you very much, everyone!
Enjoy xx
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Sirius and I walk hand in hand into the Great Hall the next morning.
"This is a terrible plan." I hiss in his ear.
"Come on, have a little faith, Lilybug."
I sigh, and he bumps me with his shoulder as we approach the table. "It'll be fine."
Our friends look at us with comically open mouths.
"Lily-" Alice starts.
"Later Alice." I swing my legs over the bench and stuff my bag under the table. "Please."
Pouring milk into my goblet, I down it in one go and reach for some toast, ignoring the fact that everyone else is still staring at us.
Potter is sitting a little bit down the table with Peter and Elizabeth, and I can't help sneaking a look at him as I pick up the butter.
He's glaring at Sirius with the kind of venom that he reserves for Death Eaters and Snape, and Sirius is oddly subdued, eating with less of his normal vigour when it comes to breakfast. Alice, meanwhile, is looking at me with a confused look in her eyes, and Remus is staring at Sirius like he's trying to puzzle him out. However over by Peter, Elizabeth lets out a gasp.
"Oh! So you two are together now!"
We're all silent.
"You are way better suited than Lily and James were."
I tense, and Elizabeth's goblet tips, spilling juice all over her breakfast. Sirius squeezes my hand under the table, but it wasn't me.
Potter's eyes are blazing as he stares determinedly at the table.
So it bothered him too.
So much that he performed accidental magic.
Huh.
"Tell me, Lizzie, what do you think of werewolves?"
I ask sweetly, perched reluctantly on Sirius' lap in the common room. Remus, who's reading on the sofa next to me, tenses, and I put my hand on his arm comfortingly. Potter's at Quidditch practice, but for some reason she's in our common room.
"They're monsters." She says calmly. "They deserve to be put down."
Sirius takes in a sharp intake of breath and hisses in my ear warningly.
"Lily..."
I ignore him and slip off his lap.
"So, Lizzie, if James was a werewolf, what would you do?"
"Break up with him." She says instantly. "Werewolves don't deserve anyone to love them."
Remus stands up, shaking, and leaves, and I feel a pang of guilt as I watch him go.
Standing up, I stalk towards her, and Sirius grabs my wrist but I shake him off.
"I disagree. And," I add, "So would Potter."
"Ah," She smirks smugly. "But James agrees with me."
"He wouldn't."
"Well, he does."
"You know what I think?" My voice is quiet but deadly, and if she was smart she'd start backtracking now. "You know what I think, Lizzie? I think you're a liar. Potter would never agree with you, not on that."
"What, and he'd agree with you? Lily Evans, Hogwarts' biggest slut?"
Behind me, Sirius stands up.
"Get out."
I'm shaking; I don't think I've ever been this angry before. "Get out of this common room now."
"You can't tell me to do that-"
"Oh yes I can. I'm Head Girl, remember? Get out."
"But James-"
"I don't care if Dumbledore himself gave you permission. Get out!""
"What, is the little Mudblood jealous?"
Sirius lets out a furious snarl.
I step forwards and punch her square on the nose.
"I said get out!"
She scurries out, hand over her nose, and I sink back down into the sofa, fuming. The common room is silent for a minute, everyone looking at me, and then one first year exclaims, "You punched her!"
"Well spotted." Sirius mutters, and I smack him on the arm.
"Yes, yes I did. I punched Elizabeth Darren because she is a very nasty girl, who called me something not very nice. Maybe I shouldn't have punched her, but I'm not sorry that I did. Now, if you'll excuse me, I hurt someone, and I need to go and apologise."
Head held high, I stand up and walk regally out of the common room.
Remus is exactly where I knew he'd be, curled up at the foot of the one of the cupboards in the Astronomy Tower. Without speaking, I settle down next to him. "I'm sorry Remus."
Silence.
"I shouldn't have asked her. I was angry, and I'm so so sorry."
Silence.
"I punched her, if that helps."
Remus looks up, face ashen.
"The thing is, she's right."
"No," I murmur, filled with dread. "No, Remus, that's not true-"
"It is! I'm a monster! Who could ever love...this?!"
He gestures to the scars across his face, and I pull him into a hug as he sobs into my shirt.
"What the hell is wrong with you Evans?" James storms into the library two hours later, ignoring Madam Pince's glare.
"What's wrong with me, what's wrong with your girlfriend?" I say loftily, flicking through a textbook.
"You punched her!""
"Oh, she told you about that then."
"Yeah, she did! Look, I get that you're jealous, but-"
I snort. "Jealous? Of what? Your ridiculous hair? Nope, Potter, I prefer my own." I flick my hair behind my shoulder and keep writing.
"Just stay away from her, Evans." He snarls, turning around to go, and I call out to him.
"She called me a Mudblood, you know."
He stops.
"You probably don't care."
"You're right, I don't."
"I always thought you were the kind of person who was against, you know, bigoted remarks? Apparently not."
"I am, but...it's just..."
"It's just what?"
"Nothing." He shakes his head. "Nothing. Just leave me alone, Evans."
"Remember, Potter." I call out, and he looks at me. "I may not have learnt much from you, but I have learnt this.
Just because a lion says it's a mouse doesn't make it a mouse.
Just because someone's a Slytherin doesn't make them evil.
Just because someone's a Gryffindor doesn't make them brave.
Just because Sirius is a Black doesn't make him bigoted.
Just because Remus is a werewolf doesn't make him a monster.
Just because James Potter seems nice doesn't mean he is.
Just because Lily Evans seems perfect doesn't mean she is.
Just because your girlfriend seems lovely doesn't mean she is. Remember that."
I dip my quill in my ink again and underline my title. Potter stands there quietly for a minute, and then blurts out,
"You and Sirius aren't even right for each other!"
I smile at him, sweetly, and put on a exasperated voice, primed for the kill. "I searched everywhere."
"What?"
"I went through loads of books."
"Huh?"
"I went through my trunk and all of your letters."
"What are you-"
"I even went through my wardrobe!"
I grin. "Yet I still couldn't find where I asked for your opinion."
With that I stand up, pack my things away and swing my bag over my shoulder, leaving the library with a triumphant smile on my face.
Ooooh! I think James is going to have to go to Madam Pomfrey for that sick burn!
Okay, in all seriousness, Lily is starting to get sassy now. She's mad, and it's showing!
If you're interested, which hopefully you are, here's a sneak peek for the sequel! (Lily's POV, as always!)
I surface from the Pensieve with a gasp.
"Wow."
"Wow? Wow? Whatever that was, Lily, that was not wow." James looks at me, outraged, and I smile.
"The use of the Imperius Curse was pretty effective." I fold my arms and look appreciatively down at the swirling strand of James' memory. "I was pretty vulnerable. They had good timing. It's a shame, really," I add as an afterthought.
"We'd probably be friends if they weren't trying to kill me."
Yep! It's got drama! Okay, bye!
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