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Underwear. Clean T-shirts. Dress. Shoes. Wand. Witch Weekly. Presents for James, Sirius and Remus. Clean trousers. Towels. Soap. Shampoo. Quills and parchment to write mum and dad. Great. I had packed everything. I closed my trunk, and shoved him under my bed. I slipped between the covers and installed my alarm clock at seven o'clock. James hadn't been very clear about the precise hour, but I wanted to get up early so I had the time to check my trunk again, go to breakfast and going to James' house. I couldn't believe I was going to his house. I remembered I said in Third Year that I would never visit James' house, not even when I was dead. And now, I was going to his house, with a present for him and his friends, and an 'I love you' business in my head. I closed my eyes and drifted to sleep. This is the last night I spend alone in this bedroom.

Oink! Oink! My alarm clock woke me up too early, to my taste. I still wasn't used to the tone I woke up with every morning. Last year, on my birthday, Marlene had gave me an alarm clock from Zonko's, thinking it was funny to let James wake me up every morning after I had named him a pig with a big head.

I smacked the snooze-button and got up. Just like I thought: it was six thirty. Way too early to get up during Holidays. I shrugged, scratched my hair with my fingers and shuffled to the bathroom. I undressed, turned on the shower and… well, showered. Ha ha, very funny, Evans.

I got dressed, managed to comb my hair and made it downstairs. The Great Hall was completely empty. Of course, it was seven o'clock, after all. I sat down on a bench, and a plate appeared in front of me. I helped myself to some bacon, eggs, orange juice and coffee, which had appeared together with my plate.

"Evans?" I heard. "Is that you?"

I turned, only to see Sirius staring at me from the entrance of the Great Hall. "Sirius? What are you doing up so early?"

"I could ask you the same thing," he winked, while walking in my direction and taking place on the bench in front of me.

I rolled my eyes and sighed. Talking to Sirius Black was even more impossible then flying in the Muggle world. "My alarm clock woke me up too early. Now, what's your explanation?"

"Sirius Black doesn't need an explanation," he shrugged, grinning widely at me. After a furious gaze – that always worked with him – the grin faded of off his face and he continued talking. "I'm a morning person."

"Really?"

"What, Red?" he asked, confused.

"You act so weird about that? You're an odd person, Black."

"Don't I know it, Evans." That moment, the rest of the Marauders stumbled in the Great Hall. When they sat down with us – James took the seat next to me and my heart skittered around in my chest just the way a heart shouldn't – , I spoke.

"Morning people, I presume?"

"More annoyed people," James grumbled while glaring daggers at Sirius. The latter pretended he didn't know what he was talking about and continued smearing his toast with jam.

"What are you on about?" I asked. James and I reached for the same toast and when our hands touched I started blushing. Remus shot me a knowing look, but I pretended not to see it.

"Dear mister Padfoot here," James began, "was awake at five o'clock, jumping around like a lunatic and yelling: 'Evans is coming to the Potter Mansion! Prongsie and Evans are going to kiiiiiiiiiissss!'"

"All morning long," Remus added.

"Bloody hell," I whistled. "That had to be devastating."

"Sure was," James moaned. "He does that every morning. Not about you coming to my house and such, but getting up at five."

I rubbed his back in sympathy and I felt his body stiffen beneath my hands. I quickly pulled my hand back. "Sorry," I muttered.

"'S alright," he answered.

"So. I'm going to check my trunk again, if you guys don't mind. When are we leaving?" I asked.

"'Round 10," Remus said. "We'll be waiting here, in the Great Hall."

"Great. See you guys then."

"Bye," the said in unison.

It was finally ten o'clock. I levitated my trunk, so I didn't need to drag him behind me, down the stairs. I arrived in the Great Hall and saw how Remus, Sirius and – my heart skipped a beat – James were waiting for me.

"Red!" Sirius yelled. "Nice to see you again!"

"Black!" I replied. "Wish I could say the same!" Remus and James burst out laughing, but Sirius was pouting.

"You're mean," he fake-sobbed.

"I have to keep up with you and Potter, don't I?" I asked. That seemed to clear Sirius' day up. The pouting lip disappeared and made place for a giant grin.

"Sure do, Red." I finally reached the three Marauders, and the first thing James did when I stood still, was taking my trunk.

"Oh, James, you don't need to do that," I said, gesturing to take back my baggage.

"But I want to," he smiled. "What kind of gentleman would I be if I let a lovely lady drag with her trunk?"

I rolled my eyes and let him carry my trunk when we walked to Hogsmeade.

"Ready, Lils?" James asked, holding his arm out for me.

"Of course," I answered lightly. I put my hand on his arm and we Disapparated. My feet found the snow in front of a huge mansion. I didn't have much time to examine it, though, because I lost my balance and fell against James' warm chest.

"Got you," he whispered.

"I know," I answered, enjoying the warm feeling of his breath on my face. Just when I thought he was going to kiss me, and I closed my eyes, he dropped me.

"Oops, I guess I didn't have you anymore," he laughed.

"You think?" I roared. He had the guts to laugh at me. "Stop laughing at me!"

"You're cute when you're angry, Evans. You – " But he didn't have the time to complete his sentence, because my first snowball hit him straight in the face.

"Ha! Not very smart to drop your enemy in a place where she has the resources to take her revenge!"

"You're not my enemy," James said, while making his snowball and bending over to dodge mine.

"Then what am I?" I asked, standing up and hiding behind a tree. When I risked a glance around the tree trunk, James was gone. I turned again and screamed the lungs out of my body. James' body was only 2 inches away from mine, and he threatened with a snowball. I waved my wand, that I had managed to grab from my robes, and his ball flew out of his hand, against the wall.

"Then what am I?" I asked again.

"You're my… my… you're… I don't know – you're my…" he stammered.

"I'm your what, James?" I asked seductively. "Tell me."

He swallowed visibly. We were still very close and he still leaned closer to me. Just when his lips barely brushed mine, the front door opened and a handsome man stepped outside.

"Lily Evans!" he said. "What a pleasant surprise!"

"Dad…" James muttered, pulling back from Lily.

So…? Should I continue writing? Or should I stop? Please let me know! R-E-V-I-E-W!