*James's POV

I rush down the carriage way not wanting to disappoint my lilyflower. I'm so deep in thought about her and her hair and her smile and the way she looks when she's angry – gorgeous! That I nearly run straight past the heads compartment. I come to an abrupt halt and stare through the glass. I can see the outline of the girl of my dreams and my legs go to mush. Somewhere I manage to find enough courage to open the door and walk in. She turns around, eager to see who head boy is and as soon as she sees me her face drops and tears start to form in her eyes, like she's reliving some kind of memory.

*Lily's POV

There he is, James Potter, standing infront of me wearing a smug smile. I stare at him and then I remember the dream I had last night; him telling me to run, then the flash of green that told me he was dead, then me sacrificing myself for our child and the the chalkboard with our names crossed out on it. And I'm forced to ask some of the questions that were running through my head that night. Are we going to be married? Does he love me so much that he would sacrifice himself for me? Do I love him so much that I would sacrifice myself for our child? Are we going to die? Soon? I push the thoughts from my head but the memory is still there and tears start to form in my eyes. I blink the tears away and try to focus on the task at hand; the prefect meeting.

"So…" I say, wiping my eyes.

"The prefect meeting!" I say trying to jog his memory but his face remains blank nonetheless.

"Yeah…" Ugh, why has Dumbledore made him head boy? He knows nothing about anything! He's useless!

"We just need to discuss what we're going to say."

"Right. So what are we going to say?" I am not going to survive this year.

"Well maybe we should start by introducing ourselves?"

"Well, everyone probably already knows who I am! I mean I am James Potter." He is so vain and arrogant. I might just kill him. Breathe in. Breathe out. Calm down.

"Ok, well maybe we could get to know the prefects? Although you might know a lot of them already considering you've snogged half of the school!"

"Uh! What? That is so unfair! I have not snogged that many people and anyone I did snog it was just to make you jealous! And look how well that turned out?! You hate me! You hate me so much you had a nightmare about me!" He yells and when he's done with his rant, he slopes back into a chair. He is really hung up over me. I kind of feel sorry for him. Is there anything I can say that could make him feel better? I sit down next to him and stare at my hands.

"Listen, James, about the nightmare. WAIT! How did you know that?" I demand.

"Uh…well…about that…Remus had his phone on speaker, I was the one that forced him to call you, I was worried, your not usually up that late so I wanted to see if you were ok." He looks sheepish, like he's embaressed by what he just said, but I think it's sweet.

"Oh. Any way, the dream, your getting the wrong end of the stick. I didn't dream that you were a monster."

"Oh really?"

"Yes! I dreamt that we were living together, and we were married and we loved each other and we had a kid together."

"And this is a nightmare because…"

"Let me finish!" Ok so basically there was this hooded figure that wanted to kill us and then you died trying to save me and then I and then I sacrficed myself for out kid." I breathe out and slump back into the chair. He stares at me for a while and I try not to meet his eyes but when I do they soften with affection. Why did I tell him that? I am an idiot.

"So does this mean you love me?" Cocky bastard.

"No. It means that I can see – in dreams at least – that you have a heart."

"I'm not sure weather to take that as an insult of a compliment?"

"Take it however you want, I'm not here to dish out compliments, I'm here to discuss the prefect meeting." And so for the next hour we talk about the prefect meeting and what were going to say and we start coming up with ideas of what we want to do this year. The prefects start to dwindle in and eventually when they're all there we start the meeting.

All in all it was a success, with James only hitting on two of the girl prefects and I only had to yell at him once – when he put his arm around me and rested his hand on my shoulder – So yeah, it was okay. I walk out of the heads compartment smiling. Maybe James Potter is capable of change! Who knew?

*James's POV

The meeting went excellent, I got to my arm around Lily! It was only for a second because as soon as she realized she gave me a chinese burn. But that made it better because Lily Evans touched me! Voluntarily! Granted it ws to inflict pain but still, I am never washing my hand again. I walk out of the heads compartment with a smile on my face. I see a glimmer of hope for me and Lily.

*Sirius's POV

James walks in with a goofy smile on his face. Well he would having just spent two hours with Evans.

"It went well then?" I ask. He just smiles wider.

"James, I don't understand why your so happy. She yelled at you and gave you a chinese burn!" Remus says. I laugh, James really is an idiot.

"Yeah but don't you see?" Oh God. Here he goes…

"Lily touched me! VOLUNTARILY!" Ugh, if he doesn't shut up soon I am going to punch him. Then someone from the compartment next-door yells:

"There walls are pretty thin you know!" I think the voice belongs to Myer, one of Lily's friends. I picture her in my mind; average height, brunette, simple but pretty and I don't believe I have had the pleasure of her company yet. A mischievous grin spreads across my face. Myer I-cant-remember-your-last-name will be mine before Christmas. Mark my words.