From the Beginning....and Through 'til the End by xxhermionecazxx

Rating: PG13
Genres: Angst, Romance
Relationships: Lily & James
Book: Lily & James, Books 1 - 5
Published: 06/12/2003
Last Updated: 03/02/2004
Status: In Progress

Love is such a complex thing. A thin line between love and hate needs to be broken before Lily
Evans and James Potter can ever say they're in love. This is your chance to watch them on their
journey.




1. The Beginning of the End
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~Disclaimer~

Unfortunately for me, all the familiar characters in this fan fiction belong to Mrs J K Rowling,
and I am merely borrowing them for my pleasure and hopefully the pleasure of my readers. I do not
own any of them, and they are all the brainwork of Mrs Rowling. However, there will be some
characters in this fan fiction you will not recognise, and they are entirely my own work.

~*~

If you didn’t get this from the summary, this fic will be mainly Lily and James. It is set from
the beginning (with James’ and Lily’s birth) right through, hopefully, to the end of their
7th year, and possibly through to their death. Expect plenty of Marauder fun, with
Sirius, Lupin and Peter featuring rather a lot throughout. You will also meet Lily’s friends, and
other characters from their respective Houses.

Let’s get to the story shall we? (This is my first Romance fic, so don’t expect too much. Please
Review, as I can only improve with the help of my readers’ thoughts and ideas. And if you have the
time, a long and detailed review would be much appreciated). Thanks Beforehand!

To Begin at the Beginning then…

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~The Beginning-Chapter 1*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

After twenty-four very long hours of pain, and many litres of sweat escaping the woman’s body, a
boy, already with a head full of messy black hair, entered the world, and Mr and Mrs Potter became
proud father and caring mother they always wished to be.

Not long married, they now had a child that marked their love to one another better than any
gesture had, or indeed could have done, before that day.

James Potter, they named their child. James, who they hoped would one day grow to be the man
they would be proud to be the parents of.

***

A month later, and nearly fifty miles from the place where James Potter was born, another set of
parents, Mr and Mrs Evans, became the parents of a little girl, so very tiny, yet she nearly
screamed the ward down. Lily, they called her, for she was such a pretty baby, from the moment she
left her mother on the day of her birth.

At the moment she had not a single strand of hair, as many newborns don’t, but her eyes were
already that sparkling green colour that would make many a person stop and look again, for it was
those eyes that only grace this world once a generation. *Those startling green eyes*.

Neither of her parents had even the hint of green eyes; her mother’s were the brightest blue,
and her fathers, a stone grey. So where those eyes had originated was a complete mystery, and often
a topic of conversation when the Evans’s were short on small talk.

She was the second child of Mr and Mrs Evans, and also the prettiest of the pair. Petunia, her
sister of three years, held her now, with a scowl on her face; now her parents would to divide
their love between the two girls, something Petunia was used to having all of.

***

There was one difference between these families, one rather large difference in fact. The
Potters’ were witches and wizards, and had been for many a generation; they could trace their
blood-line back through twenty and more magical beings. The Evans’s, on the other hand, were
muggles in every sense. There had never been any remote likelihood of even a spell through the
Evans’s line.

That was, until Lily graced the Evans family.

***

As the years passed, James Potter grew less vertically challenged and more handsome. He was an
only child, and on occasions, wished he had the sibling love that many of his friends from the
village had.

James, along with his parents, lived in Godric Hollow, not unlike a muggle mansion. It had
nearly a hundred rooms, and, as there was just the three of them, such a big house could become
lonesome for an eight-year-old boy.

Yes, there was much around the house to amuse him, for his parents were certainly not poor; much
the opposite in fact, largely thanks to Mr Potters job as an Auror, and their prominent blood-line.
For blood meant a lot in the wizarding world, though James never understood why, and it most
certainly didn’t mean anything to him, or indeed his parents.

His parents also tried hard to keep the outgoing boy amused. From an early age he had shown
interest in the wizarding sport, quidditch, and at the young age of eight, had seen five world
cups. For his eighth birthday, his parents had bought him a broom, the *Cleansweep*, the best
broom around at the time. When James had opened it, he had been thrilled, and soon started flying
around the gardens that surrounded the Hollow.

He first showed signs of magical ability around this time too. The first time was when he was
shopping with his parents in a place called Diagon Alley. They were outside *Quality Quidditch
Supplies*, where a larger crowd had congregated, but poor James couldn’t see the new broom they
were all gawking at over the heads of the crowd. Out of frustration, he wished that he were taller.
That wasn’t exactly what happened, but what did happen had the required effect. For James had
managed to make himself levitate so that his feet were far enough off the ground so he could see
above all the heads, and see the broom in the shop window.

When his parents had finally managed to get him down, back on the ground, they were so pleased
with him, that they bought him an owl. And James smiled for the rest of the day.

***

Lily’s home was not as happy as James’. Her elder sister loathed her, though she didn’t entirely
know why. In fact, she couldn’t remember a time that Petunia Evans had actually been nice to her.
Petunia was constantly bullying the younger sibling. Unfortunately for Lily, her parents saw none
of this, and if they did, they assumed that Lily had done something to provoke it. And that really
hurt.

Lily spent more and more of her time in her bedroom as she grew older. She, unlike James, had to
go to muggle school, a place called Green Wood, and she hated it there. She had no friends there,
for they all seemed to follow Petunia, and anything Petunia didn’t like (and it was obvious she
didn’t like her sister), they didn’t like.

Lily found school easy, though rather boring. She hardly bothered with her lessons, as they
meant nothing to her, though if a teacher cared to ask her a math question, she would be able to
answer it straight away. She was such a bright child, but kept that under lock-and-key, for she
felt she didn’t need to give Petunia another thing to bully her over, and didn’t feel that being
called the ‘Teachers’ Pet’ and the like, would be a very inviting proposition.

The best thing (and probably the only good thing for Lily), about the school, was the vast
library it held. Lily had learned to read at a very young age, as it gave her something to do,
whilst being away from Petunia. How she loved to read. So much so that she would spend break and
lunchtimes sitting in the corner, reading one of the thick volumes she had chosen. Then, after
asking permission from the librarian, she would take one home for the night, returning it in the
morning. The librarian was the only person in the whole school Lily felt she could relate to, and
so she saved her smile for the woman who gave her such freedom, and let her forget about
everything, by giving her a book. The librarian herself was regularly astounded by the speed Lily
read; one day she would take home a book over a thousand pages long, and the next day return
it.

The years past in the Evans’s house, and with each, Lily began to feel more and more neglected.
At school she had nobody, all because her stupid sister had to spoil it all for her. At home, she
felt like an outsider; she didn’t belong there. Along with her pretty green eyes, her long auburn
hair didn’t fit in with her parents or her sister.

Her mother and her sister both had mousy coloured hair, her father brown. She hated feeling, and
looking, the outsider, and sometimes wondered if the hospital where she had been born had got it
wrong, and she had been given to the wrong family. She sometimes hoped that her ‘real’ family was
out there waiting for her.

But, of course, there was no chance she could change her family now. No, she was stuck with
Petunia forever, wasn’t she?

Lily cried to herself asleep in the night when she was sure everyone else couldn’t her here. She
wished somebody out there would take her away, maybe sweep her off her feet, like Prince Charming
in that book she had read more than a year ago. But as the years moved on, the more unlikely it
became. They would have done it years ago now.

By the time she was ten, she wanted more than anything just to escape. Escape from the world
where she was forced to call Petunia her sister, escape from the world that caused her so much
sadness.

She had now taken to practically living in her bedroom. The only time she’d leave it was to use
the bathroom, or at mealtimes. With the pocket money she was given (and she was only given that
because her parents thought it was only fair since Petunia was given it), she had purchased a
number of books from the bookshop in town. These books had been well read, for they were where Lily
could lose herself, and for that reason she read them nearly every day.

***

When James reached the age of ten, he became rather the troublemaker around the Hollow, though
of course, his parents, who loved him so much, would never admit to this. He was constantly being a
nuisance to the family House-elf, Elmers, but Elmers too, couldn’t help but love the handsome
James.

The day before James’ 11th birthday however, James was nervous. More nervous than he
had been when he first tried to fly on his broom. Even more nervous than he was when he had had to
admit to his parents that he had set the lawn sprinklers on his aunt, two years previous. So, why
was he so nervous? Shouldn’t he be excited?

Well, James’ 11th birthday was a really important day regarding James’ future. James’
11th birthday would be the day he would find out whether he had been accepted into
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. James was so anxious. If he wasn’t accepted…well, the
consequences were too horrible to think about. He’d be a Squib, forced to live like a muggle. As I
said, horrible…not worth even thinking about…

***

Lily’s birthday had been forgotten about again. When it had been Petunia’s birthday, there were
plans and ideas being formulated three weeks before. But when Lily woke on the 19th of
August, the date of her birthday, she couldn’t recall a single instance of her birthday being
mentioned. Lily resignedly got dressed, fully expecting a day as uneventful as any normal
Monday.

***

James was woken on the 19th of July by an odd drumming noise. He opened his eyes
slowly, and picked up his glasses from the bedside table, curious as to where the noise had come
from. There it was again…*Tap tap tap.* He guessed it was coming from the window. He climbed
out of bed, and crossed the room, and pulled back the long curtains.

The bright sunlight made him squint for a few seconds before his eyes adjusted to the light.
There, each trying to peck a hole through the window were three or four owls. Smiling to himself as
he recalled that today was his birthday, he threw open the window, and the owls flew in, each
perching themselves on James’ bed.

***

Lily made her way down to breakfast, totally aware that she would not be getting any presents,
even though it was her birthday. She couldn’t say that this was unexpected, but her heart did fall
a few notches; nobody likes to be forgotten.

As she took her seat at the end of the table, taking an apple from the fruit bowl in the centre,
the rest of the family didn’t make any recognition that the birthday girl had entered the room. She
didn’t even get so much as a nod, as the rest of the family were deeply concentrating on their Full
English Breakfast of sausages, eggs, baked beans, mushrooms and fried toast.

Taking a bite from her apple, something strange happened, at rather lightening speed.

***

As the owls flew into his room, James suddenly remembered that today, if were ever to get one,
was the day that he’d receive a letter from Hogwarts. James jumped on his bed after the owls,
searching for the letter with the Hogwarts crest. And there, carried by a large Grey owl, was that
letter…

He tore it from the owl’s leg, and raced down two flights of stairs and into the kitchen, where
he guessed his parents would be.

“Mum! Mum, dad, I’ve got it! The letter I’ve got it!”

***

A large Grey owl flew straight through the kitchen window, circled the breakfast table twice,
and landed with a *flop* on Lily’s lap.

As expected, three seconds later, there was a screech from Petunia’s end of the table.

“Mother! What is…Oh my god!” and with that, Petunia fainted.

Mrs Evans shrieked, and rushed over to her eldest daughter, trying to wake her.

Mr Evans on the other hand, looked sternly at Lily.

“WHAT do you think your doing? An OWL in the house?” He raged at the little girl. When he saw
her face however, he dropped his tone, and sighed before continuing, “Lily…can’t you act like a
normal child for once?”

“But…dad…I don’t know what…why, it’s here.”

“Lily, DON’T lie to me! I HATE liars!”

“Dad, I’m not, I…”

It was then, after the owls constant kicking its leg out that Lily noticed something attached to
its leg. Lily untied the envelope.

***

James was now ripping apart the yellow envelope, as his parents watched anxiously.

Then, as James pulled two sheets of yellow parchment from their envelope, and as he read the
first few words, his face lit up. His parents breathed a sigh of relief for their son.

***

*Miss Lily Evans*

*The Breakfast Table*

*10 Sea-View Road*

*Cheddar*

*Sommerset*

The letter was addressed in long, green writing. *Who would be writing to Lily? She didn’t
have any friends, let alone any who would write to her.*

She turned the envelope over, and there, sealing the envelope was some kind of crest. There was
a large ‘H’ in the centre of the seal, which was surrounded by a badger, a snake, a lion and an
eagle. This intrigued Lily more. ‘H’? Who did she know who like all those animals?

Lily opened the letter slowly. She would have guessed this to be some pranks of Petunias, but
Petunia did not have the brains to get a random owl to fly into their kitchen, and, of course, it
was doubtful, that if she’d planned it, she would have fainted at the sight of it.

***

“YES! I’m in! ‘*Dear Mr Potter, you have been accepted into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and
Wizardry’*. Mum! Dad!”

James was over the moon. His father sat at the kitchen table and smiled, while his mother was
already in tears, full of pride.

“Son, that’s great!” Mr Potter said, “We are so proud of you.”

“Yes James, I KNEW you could do it!” she said, hugging him tightly, “I MUST go apparate to
auntie Jayne’s, to tell her the good news. I’ll be back in five.” And with that, Mrs Potter
disappeared.

James’ father looked at him then.

“James, your mother and I have got you a gift…”


“Yeah?” James’ eyes lit up at the prospect. “Where?”

Mr Potter laughed slightly before continuing. “Come here,” he said, drawing his son closer.
“This,” he produced the cloak that he had been sitting on. “…is an Invisibility Cloak. Try it
on.”

James took the cloak from his father. It didn’t look as special as his father made it out to be.
Actually, it looked rather old, and suddenly, James thought his father might be pulling his leg, to
get James back for the many pranks he had played on him.

***

Inside were two yellowing sheets of parchment and some kind of booklet. Lily took out the first
sheet of parchment.

**HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY**

Headmaster: ALBUS DUMBLEDORE (Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme
Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)

“*Dear Miss Lily Evans,*

*You have been accepted into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Hogwarts is a
learning place for young witches and wizards like yourself. As you are from a muggle family (a
family that before you possessed no magical powers, I have enclosed a* Hogwarts Prospectus
*for you and your parents to read, to make it easier for your transition into the magical
world.*

*Please read over the prospectus carefully, as it certainly will benefit you. Also enclosed is
a list of required items for all First-years.*

*All students are to meet on Platform 9 ¾ (see prospectus for details on how to get onto the
platform) on September 1st before the train leaving at 11.00am.*

*Please send the owl back with permission from your parent or guardian allowing you to attend
Hogwarts A.S.A.P.*

*Yours sincerely,*

*Professor McGonagall (Deputy Headmistress)”*

Lily read the letter about three times before any of the information sank in. One of the first
was the part about getting permission of her parents allowing her to go.

“Er…mother?”

“WHAT Lily? You’ve caused enough trouble this morning. Why on earth did you tell that owl to fly
in here?” Petunia’s eyes fluttered slightly.

“I DIDN’T!” Lily took a deep breath, “Mum, can you read this?”

“No, I’m busy! Can’t you see that? There there, baby, you’re okay…”

“FINE! Dad, can you?” Lily felt her temperature rising.

“What is it?” Her father reached over the table and took the parchment that Lily had read.

There was a ten second pause before there was a reaction from her father. The first sign was the
colour in his cheeks becoming a slight pink. Then his eyes started shining with tears. *What did
that mean?*

“Dad?” she asked tentatively.

He placed the sheet of parchment on the table, and stared at Lily for a full minute.

“Honey?” he called to his wife, “Honey, can you come here for a moment?”

“Not now, dear. Petunia-”

“Leave her. She’ll be fine. Now PLEASE come here?”

“WHAT?” she snapped, as she made her way towards her husband. She took the letter out of his
hand.

There was a fifteen second reaction time from Mrs Evans. She put the parchment down on the
table, and like her husband, stared at Lily.

Lily felt her cheeks burn from all the attention.

“So, can I…can I go? I’ll be away from you for the whole school term, and maybe even the
Christmas holidays, and-”

“Go?” Mrs Evans said, “Dear, of course you can go!” Tears were streaming down her cheeks now.
“What a bright child! And I never knew! No, I never knew…Lily I’m sorry…”

Lily didn’t know what to say. She was speechless, and apparently her father was too. He just sat
there with a grin on his face.

“Lily? It said we had to send our permission…do we just tie it to the owl?” Mrs Evans asked
slowly.

“I think so. Just write it on a piece of paper I think.”

Her mother quickly wrote a reply and tied it to the leg of the Grey Owl, who at the moment, was
tucking into Mr Evans’s breakfast.

Mr Evans went back to waking up their elder daughter, but smiling to himself while he did
so.

The owl left the kitchen with a flutter of its wings, and flew into the brightening sky.

***

James pulled the cloak over his shoulders.

“Now look in the mirror,” Mr Potter said.

James made his way over to the mirror in the corner of the kitchen.

“Wow!” was all he could say.

Mr Potter chuckled again. “What you thought I’d lie to you?”

“But…but these are really rare…and VERY expensive,” James smiled happily, before running over
and jumping on his father in a paternal hug.

“Glad you like it! Go and thank your mother too, she should be back now,” he said to his
son.

James walked out to the hallway, and through to the lounge.

***

Thirty minutes had passed since the owl had left the Evans’ residence. Lily and her parents were
just finishing reading the Hogwarts Prospectus together.

“So, when can we go to this…Diagon Alley?” Lily asked her parents.

“Well, it says we have to change some money into wizarding money, so I think we should go pretty
soon. How about tomorrow?” Mr Evans looked at his wife for confirmation.

“Sounds great!” Mrs Evans answered, “I must go to the bank then, if we’re going to put some
money in your fault.”

Lily’s mother left the room then, leaving Lily to find out what things she’d need for the year.
She consulted the second piece of parchment.

**HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY**

UNIFORM:

First-year students will require:
1. Three sets of plain black work robes
2. One plain pointed hat (black) for daywear
3. One pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar)
4. One winter cloak (black, silver fastenings)
Please note that all pupils’ clothes should carry nametags.

BOOKS:

All first-year students require a copy of the following volumes:
*The Standard Book of Spells (Grade One)* by Miranda Goshawk
*Simple Transfiguration* by Sylvester Change
*Basic Wizarding Potions* by Hilly Ploot
*Defense Skills-The Practical and Theory* by
*A guide to Magical Beings* by Leslie Hasting
*Magical Theory* by Adalbert Waffling

OTHER EQUIPMENT:

1 wand
1 cauldron (pewter, standard size two)
1 set crystal or glass phials
1 telescope
1 set scales

Students may also bring one of the following: an owl, cat, or toad.

Students MAY NOT bring their broomsticks.

***

“Thanks mum!” James shouted, as he kissed her on the cheek.

“It was nothing,” she smiled.

“Um…mum? When are we going to get my school stuff?”

“Well, I think we’ll wait until school’s a bit closer. How about the 20th of August?
Dads got a day off then too. We can go together.”

“Great mum! Thanks for the cloak. Think of the fun I’ll have in school…” James said, his mind
elsewhere.

“You’d better behave there, James! I don’t want Owls being sent to me everyday telling me how
you are tormenting the professors!”

“Me Mum? Would your Jamsie EVER do that?” he said, putting on the sweetest smile he could
muster.

All Mrs Potter could do was laugh. Her son had such a way of getting round her.

“Well, I hope not! Now, dads off to work, and I must clean that attic out. I’m sure you’ll find
something to amuse yourself with…”

“Of course mum!” he remembered the owls he had left upstairs. “BIRTHDAY PRESENTS!” and he left,
bounding his way up the staircase.

***

Lily felt as though she were dreaming. Her parents suddenly cared. She had these powers. And, of
course, she never had to be around those horrid friends of Petunia’s again. *Maybe Lily might
have her own in Hogwarts…*

How life had changed so much with that single letter…

***

James lay on his bed that night, thinking about how wonderful his eleventh birthday had been.
Hogwarts had accepted him…he was now off to the best wizarding school in the world. *How many new
friends would he make there?* The questions that rolled around in his head were endless, but he
knew that within a couple of months, he’d be able to answer them all.

***

Lily couldn’t wait for the month to end, to be going to Hogwarts, to learn magic, to make
friends. To be who she was, not Petunia’s younger sister, but Lily Evans.

***

~*~

Well, that’s the end of Chapter 1 and I hope you liked it! If you did, I would much appreciate
it if you were to review, telling me so, or otherwise, as comments and suggestions are always
helpful.

Thanks!



2. Chapter 2~Odd Men make the Best of Wizards
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*~*~*~* Chapter 2 ~ Odd Men Make Brilliant Wizards~*~*~*~*

The 20th of August dawned warm and bright. James woke very early, as children always
do when they’re excited. By seven o’clock, he was dressed and half way through his breakfast, while
his parents were still in bed. He shouted loudly up the stairs for them to wake up, and then set
about reading through the list of things he needed.

***

Lily was awake, too, very early. As were her parents, for when she entered the kitchen for her
breakfast, there were her father and mother busy making cereal.

“Hello dear,” Mr Evans said with a smile, “What do you want? Frosties? Busy day ahead of
us.”

*Well, it hadn’t all been a dream then.*

“Sounds great! Where’s Petunia?”

“She’s upstairs, asleep. She’s not coming, going out with her friends.” Mr Evans answered, with
a slight scowl on his face.

“Oh.” Lily didn’t want her there anyway.

“You eat up, there’s my girl. Then we’ll head off. I think we should take that booklet thing
too, for directions.”

The Hogwarts Prospectus was given to the families of all students with muggle parentage. It
outlined the magical world, and explained how to get to Diagon Alley, and the shops that would be
of use to them when buying school supplies, and then went on to explain the school itself.

Within the last twenty-four hours, Lily had read through it three times, and nearly knew it by
heart.

***

James and his parents reached London by nine-thirty. They stopped for a quick drink in the Leaky
Cauldron, before entering Diagon Alley itself.

Though James had been there many times before, he was always amazed by the amount of witches and
wizards within the cobbled street.

“Well, we must head off to Gringotts first. Come along James!” James straggled along behind his
parents, looking over at a shop called ‘Quality Quidditch Supplies,’ trying to figure out if there
was a new broom there. Judging by the crowd formulated outside, he guessed there was.

“Mum? Can I-”

“Later James. It’s busy today, we don’t want you getting lost, do we?” She already knew what he
was going to ask.

“But mu-um!” he said, sounding rather much like a spoilt child.

“Well, if you promise to meet us outside Gringotts in thirty minutes. Okay?”

“I promise mum. See you in thirty!” With that, James ran towards the shop, smiling.

“What WILL we do with that boy?” Mr Potter said to his wife, chuckling.

“I don’t know, love and care for him I suppose...”

***

Lily had pulled out the prospectus and was following the directions carefully. They were now
walking up a busy muggle street, apparently looking out for a ‘Shabby-looking pub, called The Leaky
Cauldron’. Then Lily saw it. In between a record store and a large bookshop, a small, dark building
was half-hidden. A sign above it, squeaking slightly in the breeze read ‘The Leaky Cauldron’.

“Here mum, dad!” she said, as her parents nearly walked straight past it.

“Oh!” They doubled back, and walked through the pub entrance with Lily.

Inside, the pub was just as dark as it had been outside. The prospectus told her to ask the bar
tender directions from there.

“Um…excuse me?” Lily asked quietly to the man at the bar. He smiled before answering.

“First year at Hogwarts?” he asked.

Lily nodded.

“Um…Fletcher? Go be a pal and open the gateway for them? Muggle-born,” he said, before a boy, of
no older than ten, got up and walked towards the back of the pub. He gestured for Lily and her
parents to follow.

They did, and appeared at a brick wall.

“Right miss. Watch carefully. You’ll be doing this yourself in a while.”

Suddenly, he produced a wand from his pocket.

“Me dads,” he said, before tapping on what appeared as random bricks. Lily watched with her
utmost attention, memorizing every move.

Suddenly the bricks parted, leaving an archway big enough for them to walk through.

“Thanks!” Lily called back to him, as she and her parents walked into Diagon Alley.

***

James had made his way to the front of the crowd, seeing the fastest broom in the world, only a
metre from his nose.

“Wow!” was all he could say.

***

“Wow!” she exclaimed, at the sight of all the witches and wizards in front of her.

It seemed so funny to Lily that just on the other side of the Leaky Cauldron, was a world
oblivious to this one. Here, everyone, except for the odd muggle family, were wearing robes of all
colours, and pointed hats, but on the other side of the pub was a world that was…well, blind.

*How could she never have known?*

She was brought back to her senses then, by a call from her parents.

“Lily! Come on, keep up!”

“Coming!”

She walked slowly, trying to take everything in. There were so many shops, shops like she had
never seen. ‘Magical Menagerie’, ‘Eeylops Owl Emporium’, ‘Florean Fortescue’s Ice Cream Parlour’,
and one, she saw, called ‘Quality Quiddtch Supplies’, was selling broomsticks, apparently for the
game called ‘Quidditch’ she had seen mentioned in the prospectus; something of a school sport…

***

James ran towards Gringotts, knowing that he was meant to have been there ten minutes ago. It
was very difficult to get anywhere at speed through the masses of people, but he knew he had to
try. His parents would start to worry.

***

CRASH!

Someone had walked straight into Lily, with such force, causing her to fall to the floor. She
looked up, blushing furiously, to see a boy with messy black hair stare straight back down at
her.

“Miss! DO watch where you’re going!” he said to her, before storming off.

How rude! Lily thought. She stood up, watching that head push past in the thronging crowd.
*Lily watch where she was going? What about him?*

***

James crashed straight into someone. He had no time for apologises.

Though, when he looked the girl he had hit to the floor in the eye, he couldn’t help but notice
how pretty that girl was. And the fact that she was so pretty was part of the reason why he had not
apologised, and was positively mean to her when he spoke.

*“Miss! DO watch where you’re going!”*

Then he remembered that he was late, and rushed towards the bank, feeling positively stupid
about how he had treated the pretty red-head.

***

Lily and her parents reached Gringotts soon after. It was a tall, gleaming white building,
golden doors as an entrance.

As she made her way up the stone stairs she noticed that her parents, who had been standing
either side of her, were no longer there. She turned to see both of them, five steps below.

“Mum? Why’ve you stopped?”

“Wh…what’s THAT?” Mrs Evans asked anxiously.

“What?” Lily turned back towards the doors, where her parents had been staring.

There, either side of the door, were a pair of goblins. Lily knew what they were thanks to the
prospectus, but evidently, her parents had not read it well enough.

Lily laughed slightly before replying. “Mum, dad, they’re goblins. Magical Creatures, didn’t you
see them in the prospectus?”

They smiled stiffly, before following Lily through the doors, rather quickly, seemingly afraid
that the goblins would do something to them if they dawdled.

They entered Gringotts and Lily and her parents made their way to a desk, where a goblin was
stacking some gold coins.

“Um...hello.” Lily’s father said, “I was wondering if we could exchange some money...”

“Muggle money into wizarding?” The goblin enquired. His voice was slow and condescending.

“Er...yes.”

“How much would you like to exchange?”

“Would five hundred be enough?” Mr Evans looked back to his wife. She nodded.

“Thanks mum and dad!” Lily exclaimed loudly.

“That’s okay, love! Think of it as a birthday present. I’m so sorry we forgot.” Mrs Evans said,
blushing slightly.

“Mum, I don’t care. Some stupid birthday card, and perhaps a cake? I...don’t...care!” she
laughed. “I much rather being told I’m a witch, and that I get to go to the best witches and
wizards school in the world! And if you and dad hadn’t said yes, then I’d still be stuck in a
school I don’t like, with a sister, well...” Lily decided it be best to stop there; she didn’t want
to upset her parents.

They smiled sweetly before returning their gaze to the goblin at the desk. He seemed to
recognise their gaze.

“If you’ll follow Hilbert down to the girl’s vault…Hil-bert!”

Another goblin waved Lily and her parents over to him. They smiled, said a quick, ‘thanks!’ and
walked over to the goblin named Hilbert.

“If you’ll step into the cart...”

The Evans’s climbed, rather nervously, into the cart. The goblin got in behind them, and set
them on their way for a break-neck journey.

Lily noticed that there were no controls for the cart, and she couldn’t see any way the goblin
could be directing it. However, the cart seemed to know where it was going. By the time they were
what seemed like hundreds of miles under London, Lily started to feel slightly ill. She had always
hated rides at the fair that went very fast, and this was probably faster than any Petunia had been
on.

Suddenly, they stopped to the left of a platform. They all stepped onto the platform, and the
goblin called Lily forward.

“Right miss. This,” he produced a small, golden key, “...is the key to this vault. Just place it
in the lock there...”

Lily did as he said, and suddenly the lock melted away. The whole door melted away.

There, in front of her now, was a pile of gold, silver and bronze coins.

The goblin explained the value of each to the Evans’s, before Lily took some of the money out,
placed it in her purse, and they all got back in the cart for the journey back.

By the time they reached ground level, Lily felt very ill. Her usually pale skin had turned
slightly green, and her stomach felt as though it had the sudden urge to rocket upwards.

***

When James reached the bank, he saw his parents searching the crowd for him. He waved
frantically at them to grab thir attention. When they looked at him, they had stern looks on their
faces.

“James! We told you HALF an hour! Not forty-five minutes. Where have you been?”

“Well...I got distracted. See? The *Cleansweep 100* is out and I...”

“Yes, yes, we know. You HAD to find out the price of it. And then you had to go back for a
second look, we KNOW James.”

James smiled at his parents. They knew him *way* too well.

“So where we off to? Ollivanders? I want my wand!”

“I suppose that’s a good place to start. Shall we set off?”

***

Lily felt better in the fresh air. Her colour returned to normal and her stomach settled
quickly.

So shall we go to...Madame Malkins to get some school robes for you?” Mrs Evans asked.

“Yes. It’s just up the road according to the prospectus.”

They set off towards the robe shop where Lily would be measured and given a full set of Hogwarts
robes.

While their daughter was being measured from head to toe, Mr and Mrs Evans decided to walk
outside and check out the nearby shops. This gave Lily some much need time on her own, for the last
twenty-four hours, she hadn’t had much of that, apart from when she was asleep.

She was still in a daze, though a very happy daze. She wasn’t able to explain to anyone how
elated she felt; the emotion was too powerful to be put into words. She had just eleven days left
to wait, just eleven days...

***

Ollivanders was a shop James had never visited. The peeling gold writing on the wall outside had
never appealed to him, and the fact that just a single wand on a purple cushion was visible in the
shop window, James thought that he wouldn’t have much choice in the matter of the wand that he
given. But his parents had insisted, so James, for once, listened, and entered the shop without a
second thought.

A single bell sounded as he pushed open the door and stepped through the doorway.

Suddenly, James noticed that the dark shop was full of boxes, all stacked neatly on shelves,
which he presumed held the wands. He smiled slightly to himself.

“Aah, James Potter! You have come for your wand, I trust?”

*How did he know his name, James didn’t ask, but nodded about the part about getting a
wand.*

“And Mrs Potter, your wand, Unicorn hair wasn’t it? Nine inches? Rather sturdy if I
remember?”

“Well, Mr Ollivander, I impressed.”

“Remember every wand I sold ma’am. And Mr Potter here. Very long wand wasn’t it? Fifteen inches,
Dragon Heartstring? Exceptionally strong, good for use against dark wizards?”

“The very same.” Mr Potter too, looked impressed.

“And now the son. Well, James Harry Potter, shall we begin. Let’s see...”

James felt as though he had tried half the wands in the shop before Mr Ollivander picked up one
from the topmost shelf.

“This one, I believe. Yes, eleven inches, mahogany, very powerful. Excellent for use in
Transfiguration. The core is one of Phoenix feather.”

James took it from the man, and waved it slightly. A tingling sensation rose in his arm as the
wand emitted red sparks.

“Excellent! It was yours before you entered the shop James Potter, you know that?”

“Er...”

But Mr Ollivander interrupted, asked for seven galleons, which his parents gave him
gratefully.

“Must be off now Mr Ollivander.”

“Yes, hope I see James Potter’s child soon...yes, not long...” he said, apparently to
himself.

“Odd man, Mr Ollivander, isn’t he?” James said to his parents as they left the shop.

“Odd, James? Of course. Odd men make the best of wizards; I thought you knew that by now. Look
at your father, he’s barking!” Mrs Potter said to her child, chuckling at her little joke.

***

By the time Lily had paid for her new robes, Mr and Mrs Evans had already bought her a cauldron,
a set of glass phials, a telescope and a set of scales.

Her parents met her outside Madame Malkins, showing their daughter the purchases they had made
on her behalf.

“Thanks mum, dad! Shall we go and get some book now?”

“I tell you what Lily. You go to Flourish and Blotts, is it? We’ll be in the café down by
there,” they said pointedly. “Then we’ll meet you outside the wand shop Ollivanders?”

“Great!” said Lily, glad of the time she could have in her own company. “See you later
then!”

She made her way slowly to the bookshop, still checking her surroundings.

She entered Flourish and Blotts as the sky was darkening. She didn’t realise how quickly time
had passed.

The shop was bright and cheerful, and, to Lily’s pleasure, full of books.

***

The Potter’s felt like they had walked all day long, which indeed they had, through many
different shops, but thoroughly glad that James now had everything ready for school.

“That’s everything now isn’t it?”

“Well, a broom would have been nice, but yeah, I guess.” James said, putting on a pout.

“James, even if I was going to let you buy a broomstick, you wouldn’t be able to use it.
First-years-”

“Aren’t allowed their own brooms, I know! It’s just not fair. Besides, I could sneak one-”

“NO, James!”

***

Lily quickly collected the books on the lit and wandered around the rest of the shop, seeing a
few other books she couldn’t resist to pick up. *‘Hogwarts: a History’* would be beneficial,
to give her a better understanding of the school itself, and there was a Charm book,
‘*Charming-The guide to Charms*’ also took her fancy. After paying for all of her books, she
left the shop, and made her way to ‘*Ollivanders: Maker of Fine Wands since 382 BC’*.

Her parents were nowhere to be seen yet, so she entered the shop alone, with a faint tingling of
a bell sounding above her.

She shop was rather dark, and smelt slightly dusty. As she looked around, she noticed it looked
rather dusty too. It was sure in need of a clean.

“Hello, dear. Miss Lily Evans you are?”

“I am. How do you-”

“Shall we begin with the wand selecting? Which hand is your and hand dear?”

“Um...my right, I guess.”

Mr Ollivander clicked his fingers, and a measuring tape appeared from nowhere, and began
measuring the inside of her arm, and the circumference of her head.

He snapped his fingers again, and it stopped, and disappeared from view.

“Right, dear,” he said, climbing down from a ladder. “Try this wand,” he produced a box from
under his arm, taking the cover off himself.

She picked up the wand, and held it stiffly.

“Well? Give it a nice big wave!”

She did so, though nothing happened.

He took it from her, shaking his head, and picked a second one from his stack.

“Yes...I believe you’ll have a flair for Charms. Those green eyes, so pretty,” he said
mysteriously, “Please try this one. Ten and a quarter inches. Willow. ” He handed her another
wand.

She felt the warmth rise in her arm as she waved the wand, bringing down with it, a shower of
purple and silver sparks.

“WELL DONE! That was excellent! I believe Charms will indeed be your subject, girl. Yes...that’s
seven galleons please.”

She took seven gold coins from her purse, and gave them to the man, before making her way out of
the shop, seeing her parents at the window.

***

That night James thought over his day. The one thing he could remember most though, was the way
he sent that girl flying. How he wanted to apologise, but it was too late.

Wait a minute! Maybe...maybe she’d be going to Hogwarts. Maybe she was already at Hogwarts. From
the brief encounter with her, he couldn’t even guess to what year she’d be in.

But, he found, what would matter most, was that she was there.

Or maybe that was just him wanting someone there he’d be able to talk to, even if it was just an
apology.

*Maybe...he wouldn’t have any friends, maybe...*

***

By the time Lily got home, she was exhausted, though pleased. She much wanted to curl up on the
sofa, and fall asleep. But she knew that she’d have to have a bath, and get changed first.

“Mum? I’m going up okay? I’m so tired...”

“Okay, love.”

Lily made her way towards the bathroom, but someone stood in her way at the top of the stairs.
It was Petunia.

“Yes?” Lily asked politely.

“Can’t wait for you to go, you freak! For you to leave, and leave us be a happy family, like we
were, before you were born. What I wouldn’t give for life to be like that now...”

“Okay,” Lily said, too tired to argue. She pushed past her elder sister, and soon settled in the
bath.

*Just eleven more days...*

***



3. Chapter 3~Potter Meets Black
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Updated: 30th November

Hey you lot. A big thank you goes out to my reviewers. I’m really glad you like it. It’s you
guys that keep me writing.

Here comes Chapter 3, where we meet Sirius and Remus, and a few of Lily’s friends. Hope you like
it; it’s slightly longer than the two previous chapters (when I say slightly longer, I mean double
the size).

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~Chapter 3 ~ Potter meets Black*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

September the 1st came around quickly, and the morning dawned relatively cold and
wet. This did nothing to dampen James’ feelings, however, for today he would be off to Hogwarts,
and he was too excited to particularly care what the weather held for him.

His trunk lay beside his bed, already packed, and Werren, James’ owl, was in his cage next to
it. The young boy himself was still asleep, about to be woken by the call of his mother, shrieking
up the stairs.

***

Lily hadn’t slept at all that night. She was too excited to bother, as leaving the Muggle world
was something she couldn’t wait to do. Instead, she had read over her schoolbooks again, and had
paced the room checking for any forgotten things that she wished to take with her.

Breakfast was a rushed affair, for her parents were also remembering things that they hadn’t
done.

“Got your money Lily?”

“Yes.”

“Your ticket? Prospectus?”

“Yes.”

“Books, all the things we bought?”

“*Yes* mum, STOP worrying!”

“Okay, lets go then.” She embraced her daughter in a motherly fashion, before hastily drying her
eyes.

“Why are you crying mum?” Lily asked tentatively.

“Probably because I’m not going to see my youngest daughter for almost a year...” she
sniffed.

“Aw mum! I’ll write as often as I can. You’re not losing me you know,” Lily reasoned.

“I know dear...just being silly. Come on, we don’t want you to miss the train, do we?”

***

“JAMES! GET UP! YOU’RE GOING TO BE LATE!” Mrs Evans called up the stairs.

James opened his eyes slowly, and moaned groggily, “Wh...What time is it?”

“NEARLY TEN-THIRTY! COME ON!” she sounded pretty frantic now, and James took this as a cue to
jump out of bed, and pull some clothes on very quickly.

“Okay, mum! I’ll be there in five!”

James met his parents in the car, where they had a breakfast laid out for him on the back
seat.

“Cheers mum!” he said.

“Don’t thank me, thank Elmers, your elf.”

“Oh yeah, hang on, let me say bye to her!”

He jumped out of the car, and raced around to the elves-quarters of the house.

“ELMERS! WHERE ARE YOU?” Then he saw his elf, peering behind a door, looking nervous.

“Master? What have I...don’t you like your breakfast?” she said squeakily.

“Don’t be stupid! And why do you still call me master?” James laughed, “Breakfast looks great! I
wanted to say goodbye. Off to Hogwarts now!”

He hugged the elf tightly, and when she looked nearly ready to burst, he let go of her.

“Oh James! I hope you have a great time. I know you will. You will write though, yes?”

“Of course. Must be off!” And with that, James disappeared from view, sliding his way down the
staircase banister.

The elf couldn’t help but chuckle to herself.

“You will have a great time, James. It’s in your nature.”

***

The Evans’ reached Kings Cross with plenty of time to spare. Lily re-checked her prospectus to
make sure she knew exactly how to get through the barrier. *Just run into the wall between
Platforms nine and ten...*

“So...” Mr Evans said, “I guess this is goodbye.” Lily heard the sadness in his voice, and knew
she hated hearing it there.

“Dad, I’ll be back soon. And I promise to write.” She hugged him then, but she felt a tear to
flow down her face. “Well, I’ve got to go...” she looked towards her mother, wiping away another
tear.

*This is not goodbye...it’s not...*

She couldn’t say that to her parents when she couldn’t help feeling otherwise herself. All she
could do was smile and wave before breaking off into a run, heading right into the wall.

Awaiting the imminent crash, and still thinking of her parents, Lily felt floods of tears upon
her. How she wished they would stop, as she closed the gap between herself and the brick wall.

She felt as though everything had slowed down around her, as though she was watching a movie of
some sort. Telling herself to move forward, Lily put on a spurt of speed, and everything around her
seemed to reach normal speed again. An inch from the wall, and the tears stopped. She was entering
a new world now, everything behind her forgotten...

***

James reached the platform, with just five minutes to spare. He and his parents were running
now, and only stopped when they reached the wall that Lily had past through just five minutes
before.

“Bye then,” James said, embracing his parents together; there was no time for long goodbyes.

“Bye James. Have fun,” his father said, winking towards his son. James winked back.

“Be careful James. And NO trouble, okay?”

“Well, I can’t promise much, mum...”

“JAMES!”

“Well, I’ll try. Stop worrying mum. I’ll write soon, bye!”

“Bye!” his parents said together.

James pushed the trolley carrying his trunk and Werrel through the barrier, and in front of him,
materialised a large scarlet steam train, on the front reading ‘Hogwarts Express’.

The steam puffing out of the top signalled to James that the train was about to leave, so he
rushed towards it, first hurling his trunk and Werrel’s cage through the doorway, and then jumping
on himself after them.

***

Lily wandered down the train and found a compartment with a single girl sitting in.

“Hey! I’m Lily Evans, and I was wondering if I could sit here...”

“Hi! I’m Hannah Klein. Course you can sit here. Is it your first year too?”

Lily smiled gratefully, and placed her trunk in the corner of the compartment, next to Hannah’s.
Hannah had long golden hair, at the moment in a French plait. Her eyes were bright blue, quite
startling actually.

“Yes,” Lily answered, “I’m feeling slightly nervous now. You?”

“I’m not too bad. Um...I hope you don’t mind me asking, but are you muggle-born?” The girl
looked carefully at Lily, studying her.

“Yes, er...how, I mean, am I that obvious?”

“Not really, lucky guess on my part. So, you didn’t know anything about witches or wizards until
you got your letter?”

“Not a thing. Seems great to live with the help of magic...”

“Oh, it is.” And she launched into an explanation of all the things magic is useful for. Lily
had a great time sitting with here, learning all about wizarding life. She and Hannah really hit it
off, and Lily was sure Hannah was enjoying Lily’s company as much as Lily was enjoying hers.

***

James had a hard time finding a compartment that wasn’t already full. Eventually, he found one
with two boys in, and decided that this compartment was probably his best bet.

“Hey, I’m James Potter. Can I sit here?”

The two boys looked up. One, who had mousy hair and pale blue eyes smiled and nodded at
James.

The other, who had hair as dark as James, and eyes a shade lighter, introduced the pair; “Hi!
I’m Sirius, Sirius Black. And this...what was your name again?”

“Remus, Remus Lupin. Honestly Sirius,” Remus laughed.

“Well, I’m just no good with names. Come and sit down Fred,” he said to James.

All three started chuckling then, and it was sure to begin a great friendship.

“So James, you a first-year too?” The boy named Remus asked.

“Yep, and I’m ready to put my stamp on the place. I hope I can count on you two to help.”

“Sure. We need something to help fill our time with. And I can’t think of a better way than to
create havoc all over the school.” Sirius smiled evilly.

James laughed, and Remus rolled his eyes.

“Maybe becoming the top in the year would be a better way to do it?” he said.

“WHAT?!?” James and Sirius said together.

“...you nuts?” Sirius continued, “Complete...and...utter waste of time. And my mother told me
specifically NOT to waste my time!”

And from then, James knew he was going to have the time of his life at school, something that no
normal child would ever think possible.

***

The witch with the food trolley came around at about one o’clock, and Lily helped herself to a
cauldron cake. Hannah however, bought a few cakes, and half a dozen chocolate frogs.

“*Now* I know why you’re so skinny,” she said smiling.

“What?” Lily asked

“Well, you don’t eat!”

“I do! Anyway, you are no where near fat yourself!”

“You call that eating? A single cake?”

“Well, yeah.”

The conversation ended there. Neither wanted to argue, so they both stared out of the window,
wishing Hogwarts would arrive soon.

“Do you think we should change into our robes now?” Lily asked quietly.

“Yeah, I guess that’s a good idea.” Hannah answered.

The both pulled their trunks out, and searched for their black robes.

“Okay, *now* I feel sick. I guess you were right not to stuff your face with cakes...”
Hannah said smiling, though holding her stomach.

“Yeah, but that could be just nerves.”

They laughed together then, both glad to have each other.

“What house do you think you’ll be in?” Hannah asked.

***

The table in James’ compartment was full of pasties, cakes and chocolates. The boys enjoyed
dismantling the food together, laughing and joking all the while.

“So what houses do you lot reckon you’ll be in?” James asked the boys.

“Well, I’m hoping Gryffindor,” Remus said. “Sirius?”

“Well, my mother wants me to go to Slytherin,” he said, an uncharacteristic sad look appearing
on his face. “But I REALLY don’t want to be there. All the dark wizards come from there, and I
think I’d be better off in Gryffindor. Can’t imagine the Howler I’d get though, if I don’t end up
in Slytherin.”

“Um...why tell her?” Remus asked.

“I won’t have to. I have a cousin, Narcissa, in second year, and she’ll definitely tell mum. I
don’t even like my mum, so I don’t know why I’m worrying.”

“You don’t like her?” James wondered tentatively.

“Nah, bad blood I got. If anyone deserves to be called Mud-blood, its’ me. The Blacks ain’t the
best family to be in. Believe me.”

Silence took over the compartment then, as each boy fell deep into his own thoughts.

***

The train began to slow now, and Lily and Hannah made sure their trunks were shut before the
train stopped fully.

“So, you want to be in Ravenclaw or Gryffindor?” Hannah asked.

“Yes, I wouldn’t mind either. Slytherin doesn’t seem too friendly, from what I’ve read, and
Hufflepuff, well, it seems a little-”

“Boring?”

“Yeah, I guess. What about you?”

“Well, the whole families in Gryffindor, so I hope I go there. I guess it’s nice to know that
your best qualities are bravery and chivalry.”

Lily smiled to herself, remembering she was the first of her family to be a witch. She wondered
what it was like for Hannah to have to keep up the family honour this way, and she felt slight pity
for her, in that Lily would have nobody to have to compete with, while Hannah was competing with
two sisters, that had both left Hogwarts.

The train stopped completely then, and the pair of them made their way to the platform.

***

“Coming you pair?” Remus called to Sirius and James, who were still on the train.

“Yeah, hang on a minute.” Both of them were stuffing their pockets with the leftover chocolates,
trying to pull their robes over their heads the same time.

Five minutes later, the three of them were standing on the platform, looking over to where
someone was calling for them.

“Firs’ Years! This way, firs’ years.”

James looked up at the man who called them, and wondered how he hadn’t seen him before. He was
the size of a normal man, though looked no older than fifteen. James wondered why he wasn’t dressed
in robes like everyone else.

“You firs’ years?” the large boy asked James.

“Er...yeah.”

“Follo’ me then. Yeh don’ wan’ to geh lost. I’m Hagrid, assis’ant keeper of ‘Ogwarts. ”

“Oh.” That explained why he wasn’t in robes. “I’m James Potter. This...” he pointed to Sirius,
“...is Sirius Black, and the one next to him is Remus Lupin. Pleased to meet you, Hagrid.”

“Pleasure all mine, James. Yeh parents tol’ me you were comin’ this year.”

“My parents? You know them?” James asked, looking surprised.

“The Potter’s? Course I know ‘em! Great friends’ of me dads they were.”

“*Were*?”

“He died, in me secon’ year. Let’s get movin’ then. Or there won’ be any boats lef’ for
yeh.”

“Hagrid, I’m sorry, I didn’t know,” James hated the tone in Hagrid’s voice. The pure emotion he
heard there. It sounded strange coming from a boy so big, maybe James though that a boy so big
didn’t feel emotion, but obviously he did.

“Course yeh didn’t know. It don’ matter. Come on, get in a boat. Four to a boat!” Hagrid shouted
the last part to the whole group of first-years.

“James, over here!” Sirius called.

James nodded to Hagrid leaving the conversation there. He made his way over to the boat Remus
and Sirius were sitting in.

“Hey buddies!” said James brightly. He climbed into the boat.

“Ain’t seen you in ages James!” Sirus said, in the way a grandmother would greet her grandson.
“Aww, what you been doing?” Sirius pulled James’ left cheek. “Did you pass your exams?” He hugged
James then, and patted him slowly on the back. James couldn’t help laughing, Remus trying and
failing, not to look amused.

“Yes, granny. I had a hundred per cent in every one of them. Now where’s my ten galleons you
said you’d give me for them?” James played along.

“Well, see, I gave it to your father,” Sirius looked towards Remus, “HE’S got it.”

James jumped onto Remus, “Da-ad? Where’s my money?”

Remus pushed James off, unfortunately too hard, for James somehow managed to capsize the boat.
Five seconds after the boat turned the wrong way up, James, Sirius and Remus’ heads popped up from
the freezing water.

“Well, that was a rather refreshing dip!” said James happily.

“It was rather!” Sirius said, in the same happy tone.

“I’m freezing!” moaned Remus. James and Sirus laughed as the three of them turned the capsized
boat the right way around. Then the three of them jumped in.

James looked around at the other boats. Hagrid was in the boat behind them, howling with
laughter. “I...never...see’...anythin’ like it!” he said between chuckles.

“We aim to please!” Sirius said with a grin.

“Ah, looks like we foun’ this year’s troublemaker’s,” Hagrid said.

“This years?” James said, with a surprised look on his face, “More like this century mate! We
are gonna rule the school!”

“*Course* yeh are, James!” Hagrid said, “Roun’ this corner now, an’ yeh’ll get to see
‘Ogwarts. Here yeh are!”

A loud ‘*ooh*’ from the girls of the group made James look up at the large castle himself.
He wondered what the next seven years had in store for him...

***

Lily got into a boat with Hannah, and was joined by two other girls.

“Hey! I’m Janet Davies!” one said. Her hair was short, no further than her shoulders, and her
eyes were stone in colour.

“And I’m Harriet Jones! You are...?”

“Lily Evans.”

“Hannah Klein,” she smiled politely. “So what houses do you two want to be in?”

“Well,” Janet began, “I was thinking Hufflepuff. My mother ALWAYS tells me I’m fair-minded.
Hufflepuff seems to be for me.”

“Well, I’m hoping Ravenclaw. I’m hoping that I’m intelligent,” Harriet said.

“So, how do they choose what house you’re in?” Lily asked.

“Well, I asked Georgia, my sister, but she wouldn’t tell me. She said something about wanting to
make me worry. Charming!” Hannah answered with a funny look on her face.

A sudden splash caught the girls’ attention.

“*Well, that was a rather refreshing dip!*” Lily looked over to where the voice had come
from, and saw, to her horror, the boy who had been rude to her in Diagon Alley, bobbing up and down
in the lake. Lily looked at him with distaste.

“What’s the matter Lily?” Hannah asked, seeing the look that Lily was giving the handsome boy.
“Do you know James?”

“James? Is *that* his name? I don’t know him, no. We met in Diagon Alley. Well, he pushed
me over...”

“Maybe he was in a rush,” Hannah shrugged. “Not like James to be rude. Did he apologise?”

Lily shook her head, still looking over at the wet boy. “No, he didn’t,” she said, quiet enough
so that Hannah did not here.

“*Roun’ this corner now, an’ yeh’ll get to see ‘Ogwarts. Here yeh are!”*

Lily looked up towards the massive castle in front of her. The long towers reached high in the
sky. Even in the dark, the castle looked appealing. How she wanted to be inside...

***

The boats suddenly reached the edge of lake and the students all got out. James stood next to
Sirius as Hagrid knocked on the huge door.

*Knock knock knock*

While waiting for someone to answer, James wondered what house *he’d* be in. His two new
friends were both hoping for Gryffindor, and James’ family had all been in Gryffindor, so it was to
be expected that James too, would be drawn to that house. Though he did wonder what the other three
houses would be like. Hufflepuff didn’t appeal to him; they didn’t have the qualities that James
expected from his house. Slytherin didn’t appeal either; it was where all the dark wizards came
from, and James hated the dark wizards, more than anything. His father was an Auror, whose job it
was to capture the dark witches and wizards, and James himself, felt anger towards them when he
read about them in the *Daily Prophet*. The only other house that James was drawn to really
was Ravenclaw. Ravenclaw was where the intelligent students went, and though James was very
intelligent and absorbed information easily, he wasn’t quite sure that that was the house for him.
James also liked to have fun, and he had a funny feeling that Ravenclaw would be all about
studying, without the amusement that James needed.

Then the large oak door opened and a tall, formidable witch stood before them.

“Thank-you Hagrid, I will take them from here.”

She had a stern face, and a mouth that seemed to have no shape at all to it. It seemed as though
it couldn’t move from the stern line that it was at present. James made a quick promise to himself
then, to try and make her smile, if it was the only thing he did whilst at school.

“Welcome to Hogwarts,” she said, “if you please, step inside.” There was a little needless
pushing to get through the large oak door, and Sirius winked to James, as he came up alongside. The
group of first-years past what James supposed was where all the other students were congregated,
for a lot of noise came from behind a door to his right. Professor McGonagall lead them to a small
room opposite to where the other students were.

“I am Professor McGonagall, Deputy Headmistress, Head of the Gryffindor House, and
Transfiguration teacher. Tonight, and in a minute, you will be sorted into the four Hogwart’s
Houses. These are-”

James’ attention wandered for a minute as he wondered how they would be sorted. *Some sort of
test? But how would the Muggle-borns be able to do any magic yet?*

“...and Gryffindor, to who I am the Head of house. Now, if you will excuse me for a minute, I
must check on the other students in the Great Hall, where they will watch you being sorted. Good
luck, and may you be a credit to your house, whichever that may be.”

The stern witch left the room then, probably to the room opposite. She left the room in silence,
and the silence did not disappear. It engulfed the room of students, and nobody said a word. It
seemed as though nobody was breathing either, for the silence was so complete.

But the spell was broken then, by James’ new, dark haired friend.

***

Lily was lead into a room, along with the other students. She shook herself suddenly, for fear
of the nerves taking over, and perhaps leading to her fainting.

“Welcome to Hogwarts. I am Professor McGonagall...”

To Lily, Professor McGonagall seemed a teacher. A *real* teacher. Not the type she had to
put up with back in her old school, but one who she could actually learn something from. Lily gave
her a smile as she looked in Lily’s direction.

“…They are Slytherin, who will be having a new Head of house this year, Hufflepuff, who’s Head
of house is Professor Sprout, Ravenclaw, who Professor Hilken is Head of house, and finally,
Gryffindor, to who I am Head of house.”

Lily looked around the room at all the nervous, and slightly pale looking faces. They were all
as nervous as she was, she could tell. Each and every single one of them was staring in the
direction of the professor. Except for one. *James*. She stared at him for a moment. His dark
messy hair nearly completely covering his forehead. His dark eyes wandering the room as Lily’s
were.

She averted her attention back to the professor again then.

“*If you will excuse me for a moment...*”

The professor nodded her head slightly and left the room. The room she left was as silent as it
had been while she was in there as when she wasn’t.

But then...

***

A scream erupted from the girl standing next to Sirius.

“What?” Sirius asked, trying, and failing to look innocent.

“You...that spider...it was enormous! You...” She screamed at him.

“WHAT? I didn’t see any spider. Did anyone else?” he asked looking around. Nobody said
anything.

“It crawled up my arm! I’m not stupid…Sirius is it?”

“Pleasure to meet you ma’am,” he said, bowing slightly.

“Humph...boys!” she said, and moved as far as she could in the crowded room away from
Sirius.

“Well, show’s over people...” he said, “the star, otherwise known as me, wishes to retire.”

A few of the males in the crowd laughed; Sirius had broken the tension in the room, for which
many were glad. Even some of the girls found it funny but chose not to laugh, for they did not wish
to make an enemy so early into the school year.

Then, Professor McGonagall returned to them, and told them to make an orderly line, and follow
her through to the Great Hall, where they would be sorted.

James stood in between Sirius and Remus, feeling only slight nerves. He was determined to have
fun this year, no matter what house he ended up in.

The line of first-years made their way out of the room, and through the hallway, into the Great
Hall, via another oak door.

The Great Hall consisted of five long tables, four lengthways to the door, and the other, on a
slight stage, widthways. The four in front of them were where the students sat, each looking
towards the first-years. The one at the back of the hall was where all the professors sat. At a
quick count, there were around twenty-five professors sat around one side of the long table, facing
the students. Numerous candles, seemingly floating, lighted the room. The only other source of
light was the shimmering light that twenty or so ghosts dotted around the room, emitted. At the
sight of them, many of the girls gasped. James guessed that the ones gasping were muggle-born, for
many of the witches that came from magical backgrounds must have seen a ghost or two before. The
thing that interested most of the first-years, however, was the ceiling. It was enchanted to mirror
the sky outside, and at the moment showed a clear moonlit sky. Even James, whose family had
wizarding blood running through its veins for many a year, couldn’t help but be surprised at the
sight of it. He wondered when it was raining whether the rain would bounce off it.

His wondering ceased then, as he followed the rest of the line up towards the teachers. One of
the teachers, seated in the centre of the table, James had seen many a time before, though only
brief encounters. Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts. He was a great friend with James’
parents, and they often talked of him. James saw the old man glance down the line, and upon seeing
James, James would have sworn he smiled.

The line came to a stop then, right in front of the teachers. McGonagall disappeared from view,
leaving the first-years to shiver nervously. James wondered whether his own shivering was due to
his wet clothes, or did he share the same nerves as everyone else in that line?

McGonagall re-appeared, holding a three-legged stool and upon it, she placed an old,
shabby-looking wizard’s hat. James stared at it, wondering what the sorting would entail. Suddenly,
and near the brim of the hat, a rip appeared, shaped oddly like a mouth. James felt himself jump
when the hat began to sing.

“*I am the Hogwarts Sorting Hat,*

*Old as I may be,*

*But ‘twas my masters that filled me full of brains*

*And then they set me free.*

*I am more intelligent*

*And I shall place you where you belong*

*Than any other hat you’ll ever know*

*And I’ll tell you in my song.*

*Whether you’ll belong in Gryffindor,*

*Where chivalry and braveness always shine*

*Or Hufflepuff,*

*Where the fair-minded will always be just fine*

*Or there’s Ravenclaw where*

*Those with intellect will always show clear*

*Or Slytherin*

*Where those shrewd and calculating will always be near.*

*I’ll be able to tell you,*

*With a simple look around your head,*

*Which house you ought to go to*

*PUT ME ON, I SAID!*.”

The Great Hall erupted with clapping, and James clapped slowly along. *Nerves sure were taking
over now…*

McGonagall silenced the students with a quick look, and took centre stage, holding a list of
names.

“When I call your name, please, step forward, and place the hat on your head. Not difficult,”
she said.

“First...Black, Sirius.”

James watched as his friend made his way towards the stool, the smile now on his face looked
rather fixed, and unreal.

James shouted, “Come on mate!” as Sirius sat down. Professor McGonagall gave him a stern look,
and he took this as a signal to look down at his feet.

The seconds of silence, of not knowing were almost painful for James...*Come on,
mate*...

“*Gryffindor!*” the hat shouted, for the benefit of the Hall.

The table furthest on the left clapped and cheered loudly, completely drowning James’ attempts
of cheering his friend.

“Now...Crabbe, George.”

A short, fat little boy stepped up and took a seat on the stool, placing the hat on his head.
There were about thirty seconds of silence before...

“*Slytherin!*” the Hat shouted to the hall. The table furthest right erupted with cheers.
George Crabbe made his way over to that table, and sat next to a second year, a slight red tinge on
his face. When silence took over again, McGonagall called the next name.

***

“Davies, Janet.”

The girl whom Lily was standing next to walked towards the stool.

“*Good luck Janet. Hope you get to get in Hufflepuff...*” Lily whispered, totally aware
that the girl couldn’t hear here.

The silence this time was almost overpowering...How Lily wanted her friend to get what she
wanted. There was need to worry though.

“*Hufflepuff!*” the hat shouted. Lily clapped loudly for her friend, who smiled as she took
her seat at the table second from the left.

The next name...

“Evans, Lily,” McGonagall called.

Lily felt as though she were about to faint as she walked to the stool. She hated the silence of
the hall. Why wouldn’t someone say anything? She placed the hat on her head, completely aware that
the eyes of the whole hall were upon her. She tried to forget about them, and concentrated on
making the hat put her in Ravenclaw or Gryffindor.

***

“It’s her,” James whispered to himself as the attractive redhead made her way towards the stool.
“Lily. What a pretty name for such a beautiful girl.”

“James?” Remus asked in a whisper, catching the end of James’ thoughts as he said them
aloud.

“What? Oh, never mind.”

***

“*Aah*,” the hat said, “*A very intelligent mind, you have dear. Very. And rather brave
too. Slightly naïve, but no matter, your skill will help you through that. You also have certain
chivalry about you. Seems as though you’ll be particularly good at charms. Well, a choice of two,
Ravenclaw, or Gryffindor. Where would you like to go dear?*”

Lily breathed a sigh of relief. “*Either*,” she thought.

“*Very well, I think, though your intelligence would fit in well in Ravenclaw, your destiny
leads you to...*Gryffindor!”

The claps from the end table interrupted the silence, and Lily smiled nervously as she made her
way down towards the Gryffindor table. She sat next to another first-year who had been sorted into
Gryffindor-Sirius Black.

“Hello, dear. Sirius Black.” He offered his hand to Lily.

“Hi, Lily Evans,” she said, smiling again.

“Aah, my pretty Lily,” he said.

Lily rolled her eyes at these words, ones she had heard many times, though normally mockingly,
before. She didn’t hear the sincerity in his words. She turned her attention back to the
Sorting.

“Jones, Harriet.”

Harriet walked towards the stool placed the hat on her head, and waited.

No more than twenty seconds later, the hat shouted, “*Ravenclaw!*”

Lily clapped along as the tall girl took her seat.

“Klien, Hannah”

“*Come on Hannah. I need you here! Come on! Please say Gryffindor!*” she thought
frantically.

“*Gryffindor!*” That hat shouted. This time Lily stood on her feet to cheer along with
everyone in Gryffindor. Hannah sat down next to Lily, blushing furiously.

“Well done!” I knew you could do it!” Lily said to her friend.

“Thanks Lily. Wow!”

Lily then remembered to pay attention to the Sorting.

“Lupin, Remus.” A boy with mousy hair made his way to the chair. He looked rather nervous as he
sat down.

“*Gryffindor!*”

Lily again stood to cheer. Remus took his seat opposite Sirius.

“Well done chap,” Sirius said.

“To you too, mate!”

“Potter, James.” The next name that Lily remembered to listen to.

The boy, who had pushed her over in Diagon Alley, made his way looking rather arrogant, if the
truth were told, towards the stool.

“*Please not Gryffindor...*” Lily didn’t think she could cope having to be in the same
quarters as the boy.

***

James made his way to the stool. He placed the hat on his head.

“*Why...James Potter...rather intelligent, I see. Though somewhat arrogant. Brave, yes, very
brave, and chivalrous...well then, you belong, most obviously in...*Gryffindor!”

The table on the left erupted in cheers then, and James smiled as he made his way down towards
them. The only person not on their feet was Lily, the girl he had pushed over in Diagon Alley.

He felt slight guilt shiver its way down his spine as he looked at her, but that was quickly
overpowered by pride; He was in Gryffindor.

***

Lily ignored the rest of the Sorting for her head was elsewhere. The euphoria of becoming a
Gryffindor was still making her smile on the outside. Inside, she felt hunger take over, and the
tiredness that long journeys tend to cause. She was ready for bed.

She was brought back to the present when the person, who she recognised as the current
Headmaster of Hogwarts from the book, ‘*Hogwarts: A History’*, stood to his feet. He had very
long, grey hair, and beard, and he wore half-moon glasses. His purple robes had stars upon, and he
wore a genuine smile, as though happy to meet every one of his students.

“Welcome to all. For those who do not know me, I am Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts.
So, before I roll into a long speech, I think we should tuck in to a delicious dinner first.”

There were many cheers at this, and as the old man sat down, the plates in front of them filled
with steaming potatoes, all kinds of meats, vegetables, and more. Lily, though shocked at first,
smiled, and piled her plate with some potatoes and vegetables. While they ate, conversation began
between the Gryffindor first-years.

“So, what kind of parentage do you all have?” someone asked.

“I’m pure-blood,” James answered.

“Me too,” Sirius and Remus said together.

“I’m half-blood,” Hannah answered, “Mums a witch, dad a muggle.”

“Well,” Lily began, “I’m muggle-born.” She was used to the term now, and felt confident about
using it. The simple sentence gained Lily a few looks, not those of disgust, but as though they
were making notes of who she was, so they would recognise her again.

Lily turned slightly red at this, and thought it better to let the conversation roll on past
her.

“Well, I for one can’t WAIT to play quidditch!” James began.

“No, me neither,” a girl next to Hannah said, “I hope our team’s good.”

“Yeah, me too. Um...” he tapped on a second-years shoulder, “...is our Quidditch team good?”

“You kiddin’?” he looked miserable, “I wish it was. We have the talent, yes, but our...” he
quietened his voice to no more than a whisper, “our captain doesn’t have a clue. So next year, when
he’s left, maybe we’ll be in with a shot.”

“Next year?” James said, looking outraged, “I can’t wait that long.”

“Sorry mate,” the second year shrugged, and tuned back to his dinner.

“Outrage! How can we have a captain who’s no good?” That was the last thing James said until
dinner was finished, for he was apparently, deep in thought.

When all the plates were clear, Dumbledore stood again. The hall was silent as a mark of respect
for the Headmaster.

“Now that you are no longer hungry, a quick few words. Firstly, I would like to welcome
Professor Filbert to our ranks.” He placed his hand on the shoulder of a man whose grey hair was
short and cropped and lay on it’s side, who’s eyes were stone cold.

“He will be the new Potions master, and Head of Slytherin.”

Loud cheers erupted from the table farthest from the Gryffindors.

“Okay,” said Dumbledore, which silenced the cheers, “The number of objects not allowed in the
school walls has increased by some dozen, and the full list my be seen on the door of Mr Gron’s
office. The Forbidden Forest is out-of-bounds to you all, as is Hogsmeade to those under third
year. I think that is all of importance,” he said, looking at the professors on both sides, “Except
to bid you all a goodnight. I bid you all a goodnight,” he said, as he sat down.

“Gryffindor First-Years! Follow me!” someone called. Lily obeyed, following the crowd of first
years making their way out the hall door, many yawning on the way.

“Lily!”

“What?” she turned around to see Hannah rushing towards her.

“Wait up!” Lily smiled as Hannah caught up.

***

“...Gryffindor Common room is where you’ll spend most of your free time. Jessica Parker here and
me, Henry Giles are Gryffindor’s Prefects, so if you have any problems or concerns we will be the
ones to help you out. Now then, McGonagall will give your class timetable to you tomorrow at
breakfast. During classes you will be given house points for good behaviour, good work and the
like. Points will be deducted for the opposite. The house with the most points at the end of the
year will be awarded the House Cup, a great honour, and I know McGonagall wants it this year. Lets
hope you first years can help us on the way, huh?”

The prefect continued with explaining the average day at Hogwarts, all the while the group
making their way up many staircases, round many corners and through a few secret passages, finally
stopping outside a portrait of an elegant lady.

“[I]*This*[/I],” the Prefect said, “is the Fat Lady. She is the holder of Gryffindor common
room. To get past her, you must know the password. The password is regularly changed, and I will
tell you when it is. At the moment, the password is ‘[I]*Quidditch*[/I]’. Nice and simple.”
The Fat Lady open then, and they all crawled through the portrait and into the Common room.

The Common room was a circular room full of squishy chairs all facing a large coal fire. Around
the edges were a number of table and chairs, presumably somewhere where the students could do
homework if they didn’t need the library.

“Right, girls’ dormitories are up there,” he pointed up towards a staircase, “And the boys’ are
there. There is no going up the wrong staircase boys, okay?” he winked, and a few of the boys
chuckled slightly. James however...

“What?” he said looking rather annoyed.

“James, dear, I’m really sorry, but we had to break your bubble sooner or later,” Sirius said,
looking rather serious.

“Bu...but, no girls to share a room with me? None at all?” He really did look as though he was
about to cry.

“Sorry Jamsie, but I guess you’re stuck with me and Remus.”

“Oh! Well...not too bad then, eh?” he said, with a little wink, causing everyone to laugh.

“Well, up to bed everyone,” the Prefect named Jessica finished, and everyone obliged, walking up
their respective staircases.

James made his way up the spiral staircase with all the other boys. Finally, at the top of the
staircase, they stopped outside what they guessed was the first-year room. They came to this
conclusion thanks to a plaque on the door that read:

*‘**First Year Dormitory***

*Sirius Black*

*Remus Lupin*

*James Potter*

*Peter Pettigrew’*

“Who’s Peter?” James called down the staircase, hoping that the Peter-boy was down there
somewhere.

A voice called up the stairs, “I...I am.” A short, and relatively fat boy, with blue, watery
eyes, materialised then, as he turned the corner of the staircase.

“Nice to meet you, Peter! I’m James, this is Sirius, and Remus.”

The boy smiled apprehensively at them. To James, he seemed timid and rather sickly. From first
impressions, James didn’t find his companionship as inviting as either Sirius’s or Remus’s, but
James decided he shouldn’t judge anyone on first impressions, and smiled as he led the way into
their dorm.

***

Lily and Hannah reached the top of their staircase and both stopped to look at the golden plaque
on the door.

‘**First Year Dormitory**

*Stacey Broadway*

*Lily Evans*

*Hannah Klein*

*Bethany Williams’*

“Hmm...I wonder whether Stacey and Bethany are here yet,” Hannah said as they pushed through the
doorway into the dormitory.

The dormitory was nothing more than what they had expected. Four bed, all behind their
individual curtains, and a window on the far side of the room which looked out over the school
grounds, though they weren’t visible this late in the night. Their trunks, which Lily had forgotten
about, were already next to their beds, and Lily and Hannah began unpacking, placing their clothes
in the drawers next to their beds.

Then, two girl walked in, both blonde haired. One rather tall, while the other very stocky. The
tall one introduced them.

“Hi! I’m Stacey, and this is Bethany. I guess you pair are our roommates?”

“Yes,” Lily answered, “I’m Lily and this is Hannah.”

“Pleased to meet you,” Bethany smiled.

“You too.” The two new arrivals also began unpacking then, and the four of them shared light
talk about how nice dinner had been, how tiring the journey was and eventually talk of their
family.

“Well, I have two sisters, Georgia and Kathryn,” Hannah began. “Both older, but are really nice
when they want to be. Lily?”

“I have a sister, three years older than me. I hate her; we don’t get on. When I got my letter
she called me a freak, and now I don’t care what happens to her.”

The other three girls shared a dark look.

“Too bad,” Bethany said, “I have a brother, who works in the Ministry, and was apparently a
heartthrob when he was here. Yeah, right! If he was a heartthrob, then my butt must be
stunning.”

The four of them chuckled at the joke.

“I’ve three sisters and four brothers,” Stacey said, “Imagine how hard it is to remember names
in my family.”

‘*Wow*,’ Lily thought. ‘*It must be great to have all those siblings to get along
with*.’

When they had finally finished unpacking, changed into their pyjamas, and the four of them said
‘goodnight’, the four of them fell, quite suddenly, asleep.

***

The four boys were unpacking when a noise from Peter’s corner caught their attention.

“What’s up Peter?” James called.

“Someone...put a charm on my...my suitcase. Won’t open.”

“What?” James said, “Who...?” But then he heard Sirius turn a chuckle into a cough, and knew
Sirius well enough to expect something from him.

James couldn’t help laughing himself.

“I’m sorry Peter, about my two RATHER CHILDISH friends...they find the stupidest of things
funny. Haven’t the faintest idea why!” Remus said, performing the counter-charm on the case.

“It’s okay...I...didn’t know that charm.”

“Aah, well Peter,” Sirius said, “You should’ve been in our compartment on the train. We shared
ALL our secrets and darkest plans there.”

“We did?” Remus asked, “and, WHERE was I?”

“Oh, you were there Remus,” James said, “There in person, yes, but in mind...you lazy lump! You
were asleep, and you don’t even remember.”

“Oh.”

James winked at Sirius. Their story was true, and they had great pleasure telling Remus
this.

They finished unpacking half an hour later, and they were all very tired.

“I guess we should sleep,” Sirius said yawning, “Lot’s of tricks to play tomorrow,” he said,
with an obvious wink towards James.

“Yeah, goodnight all!”

Sirius and James flopped together on their own beds.

Five seconds later, loud snores came from both beds. Remus shook his head.

“I don’t know...”

~*~

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4. Chapter 4~ Charming Transfiguration
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~*~*~*~Chapter 4 ~ Charming Transfiguration~*~*~*~*

Lily woke the next morning to the sound of Hannah’s calls.

“Lily! Lily! Wake up, you’re going to be late.”

She opened her eyes. As they took in the dormitory it took her a few seconds to realise where
she was.

*Hogwarts*, she said to herself. She watched as the three figures around her dressed
hurriedly.

“Lily thank god you’re awake. Come on, it’s half past eight.”

“Half past *eight*?” Lily had always been a late sleeper. She liked to stay in the dream
world as long as possible.

“Yes. We’ve got to get some breakfast down you before first lesson.”

Lily grudgingly got up and started dressing.

Ten minutes later, the four of them walked down to breakfast, somehow remembering their way from
the day before.

***

“James! Get up this right now, or I swear, out the window you go!” Sirius said to his friend.
That was the cue for James to open his eyes, to yawn, and smile at his friend.

“Mmm...Sirius? What was that?” James said, an innocent look on his face.

“Mate, If you carry on, I’ll chuck you out the window as you are, never mind if you’re awake or
not.” Sirius smiled to show he was joking. “So you gonna get up yet?”

James yawned again. “I suppose.”

“Well, if you don’t I’m going without you, mate. I need my breakfast.”

James started getting dressed with his friends then, pulling on a pair of jeans and putting his
robes over his head.

“Breakfast you say? I’ll be right with you.”

Remus and Peter laughed at the speed James was moving now. They were still chuckling as they
made their way through the common room, and down to the Great Hall.

***

The four Gryffindor girls entered the Great Hall, which was looking just as it had the night
before, though less people inhabited it.

“Come on, let’s get some seats,” Bethany called, and the four of them walked over to the
Gryffindor table, setting themselves down for a quick breakfast.

Lily took an apple from the bowl of fruit in front of her, while Hannah piled sausages and eggs
onto hers.

“Gosh, Lil, how can you not have a proper breakfast? I’ve gotta eat first thing.” Bethany
said.

Lily looked at her apple confused, “I am eating.”

Hannah gave Bethany a look then that told her to drop it. Hannah had already experienced how
Lily could flare up on the smallest of things.

Just then, the four Gryffindor boys walked in, their heads held high. James looked at Lily and
decided he had to talk to her soon, so he sat opposite her, hoping to m strike conversation with
her.

“Hey Lily, is it?” He smiled nervously.

“*Yes*, it is, Potter. What DO you want?” Lily asked, looking rather angry.

“Well,” he was shocked by her brashness. “I err...I wanted to...”

But just then, Professor McGonagall interrupted, handing timetables to the first years.

“Thanks.” Lily said, as she quickly scanned it to find out what lessons she had first.

*Charms with Professor Hilken; Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs.*

Lily smiled at she remembered what the Sorting Hat had said about her being good at Charms. Lily
decided she would try very hard to do well there.

“Coming then, Lil?” Hannah asked.

“Yeah, come on then.”

The four girls left the table heading for the Charm classroom, with the help of Nearly Headless
Nick, the Gryffindors’ ghost’s directions.

***

Well, James had tried. He had *tried* to talk to her, but she had pushed him back. It was
obvious she didn’t want to talk with him. But James really wanted those green eyes to stare at him,
to want him. But she obviously didn’t want to give him that pleasure.

“Well, mate. Now I’m REALLY glad I’m in Gryffindor,” Sirius said, watching the girls leave the
hall.

“Why?” Peter asked.

“Because, look at the TALENT. Four fabulous females, and I can tell they all want me,” he said,
still looking at the space they had just occupied.

“Aah,” Remus said, “Peter, you should’ve known not to ask.”

“How would I know? I’ve known him less than a day...”

“Yes,” James jumped in, “...but this is *Sirius*. Since when does Sirius, even as long as
we’ve known him, talk about anything BUT pranks and girls?”

“He has a point there mate!” Lupin agreed. Peter just started laughing.

“You...guys...crack me...me up!” he managed to say. James looked as Sirius quizzically, but
James could tell by his face that Sirius was just as confused as he was.

“Okay...well, I think we should make our way to Charms you know,” Sirius said, the odd, blank
look still prevalent on his face.

“Yeah,” said James, getting to his feet. “So where exactly IS Charms?”

“No idea,” Sirius answered.

“Me neither,” Peter answered, finally recovered from his fit of chuckles.

“Well...where did the girls go then?” Sirius wondered aloud.

“Well,” Remus began, “...maybe they had the sense to ASK SOMEONE?”

“Hmm...Remus has a point...” James tapped on the second-year’s shoulder for the second time.

“Yes?”

“Well, can you tell us where Charms is? We haven’t a clue.”

“Sure...” then he launched into a rather long-winded way to get to Charms. By the time he had
finished, James and Sirius were both slightly cross-eyed.

“Thanks,” James said. The boy smiled, and turned away again. “Wh...What did he just say?”

“No idea. I was lost after he took us around in a circle three times,” Sirius said.

“Know what you mean!” James said, looking confused.

“Well, I wish you both would listen!” Remus said, “Come on, follow me.”

They left the Hall, Sirius and James smiled, glad to have Remus.

***

Lily, Hannah, Stacey and Bethany waited outside the classroom for their teacher to arrive. Lily
felt excitement rise inside of her; her first lesson as a witch was about to begin.

“So,” Bethany began, “What do you think of the Gryffindor boys? Sirius is...*well*.” She
laughed, and blushed slightly.

“Know what you mean, Beth, Sirius is kinda, well, hot.”

“Just a bit!” Hannah jumped in. “Lily? What do you think?”

“Huh? Sirius?” she hadn’t really paid the boy much attention to make note on his appearance.
“Oh, alright, I suppose?”

“*Alright?* Geez Lily, he’s bloody gorgeous! AND, he spoke to you...what he say?”

“Um...not much. Called me his*...pretty Lily*,” she said, vaguely recalling the
conversation.

“Well! He certainly fancies you, lady, *pretty Lily*.” Bethany said, smiling.

“What? Fancies me? NO, I don’t think so! Don’t be stupid.” Lily felt her colour rising.

“I’m being serious,” Bethany answered, just as the four Gryffindor boys turned the corner.

“No, I’m Se-erius!” he called to Bethany. The girl’s chuckled.

Lily smiled, feeling her colour rise more now. Sirius walked up towards the girls, the three
other Gryffindor boys in tow.

“Pleased to meet you ladies,” he bowed low as though he was addressing the Queen. The four girls
smiled.

“I am Sirius, as you just heard, and this is James Potter, bit of a Quidditch addict, and an
expected heartthrob.” Sirius smiled at his friend.

“YOU’VE been spending too much time with my mother, and Elmers, my house-elf.”

“House-elf?” Lily asked, though looking to the floor. She remembered the term from something she
had read in one of her books.

“Yeah,” James answered, thoroughly appreciative of the fact the Lily seemed to be talking to him
now, “Elmers, she cleans the Hollow, my house, for us.”

“She’s paid though, yes?”

“Er...no. House-elves aren’t paid.”

“So she’s like your slave, then, is she?” Lily felt her colour increasing.

“No, she LIKE’S doing it!” James answered, his voice rising to the same volume as Lily’s.

“That’s no reason to keep her locked up in a house, cleaning all day. Potter, that’s
horrid!”

“It’s not! All wizards-”

“To be honest, Potter, I don’t particularly care for your excuses. There is NOTHING that excuses
keeping a slave for your own leisure.” She stalked away then, into the classroom that had just been
opened by the teacher. She sat at the front of the class, hoping her temperature would fall
soon.

The three Gryffindor girls walked in then, and Hannah took her seat next to Lily.

“You okay?” she asked tentatively.

“Yeah, I’m fine. It just that Potter boy, he’s so annoying.”

“Okay, just forget about him.”

“I will, and thanks,” Lily looked at her friend, who was smiling.

“No problem.”

***

James stood there, just as Lily had left him, looking and feeling quite flabbergasted.

“What?” he asked, shaking his head.

“I don’t know mate,” Sirius, who had watched the scene, “...but what I do know is that I can see
you are going to need help with um...getting the ladies. I can help you there. Two galleons-”

“I don’t need help,” James said, seeing the funny said of the situation, “Come on, and let’s get
to class.”

James and Sirius followed Remus and Peter into the class, and sat next to each other. At the
front of the class, the professor began to speak.

“Welcome to Charms,” he said, “I am Professor Hilken and will be your teacher. The subject,
Charms is all to do with...”

James’ attention wandered then, so his eyes stared at a certain redhead at the front of the
class.

*Why did she hate him so much? Was it all because of that day in Diagon Alley?* He assumed
it was, for he had done nothing else to provoke her*...just as I was getting her to talk, I screw
it up again. Why did she care about that House-elf thing? Elmer’s loves it with us, doesn’t
she?*

“...Now, if you will split into pairs, you can try this out yourself.”

“Mate?” Sirius said, gesturing to him.

“Yeah, I’ll work with you. Err...what do we have to do?”

“I don’t know, I was thinking how I could get that Hannah girl. She’s [I]very[/I] pretty, isn’t
she?” he said, still staring at her.

“Yeah.”

“So what were you doing, if you weren’t listening?”

“I was...trying to figure out that Lily girl. Why does she hate me so much?”

“I don’t know...WAIT! I know, she’s pretending to hate you, while, really, she fancies the pants
off you.”

James threw his head back and laughed. He *loved* Sirius’ logic.

“Okay mate, I wish.”

“Well, what we going to do then, if we don’t know what to do?”

“Well, my father taught me this neat trick with feathers. Shall we show everyone?”

“Yeah, lets. What do I have to do?”

***

Lily partnered Hannah.

“So *Wingardium Leviosa*, is it?”

“Yes, but hold out the ‘gar’, and the ‘O’”

“Show me?”

“Sure.” Lily waved her wand, “*Wingaarduim Levi-o-sa.*”

Lily’s feather flew in the sky, quite slowly, directed by wand movements.

“Well done, Miss Evans, is it?” Professor Hilken asked.

“Yes,” she smiled.

“Well, ten points to Gryffindor. Come on the rest of you!”

***

“Ready?” James asked. “Tell you what, you just pretend you’re saying the words. I’ll do it.”

“Okay, 3...2...1...GO!”

“*Transfeath Doven*” James shouted, waving his wand, and the whole class turned.

Suddenly, what had been a single white feather, had turned into a white dove, and it flew around
the classroom.

“WHO did that?” Hilken called. His voice gave nothing away; whether he was impressed or angry,
nobody knew.

“Um...it was me-” James was cut off by Sirius.

“*Us.* We did it.”

“Well...*never in all my years of teaching*...I mean, can we get back to the task at hand,
boys please?”

“Well, that’s why we did it. We didn’t hear what the task was.”

“Why didn’t you ask then?”

“Err...”

Professor Hilken’s attention was drawn then by the fact poor Peter was finding it rather
difficult to make the feather fly. His had tuned bright green, and hadn’t moved an inch.

“Mr Pettigrew, your feather shouldn’t be green you know...” he said, walking to the next
table.

James smiled to Sirius, happy that the teachers’ attention had wandered.

***

Lily watched as the beautiful dove flew around the classroom, finally perching itself on Lily’s
shoulder. She petted it.

*James Potter showing off, again! Well, as they say, pride comes before a fall...*

She was rather impressed by him though, though she would never admit that to herself, let alone
anyone else.

***

James and Sirius were both pleased to escape detention for their little demonstration in Charms.
Many of the students seemed impressed though, as throughout the rest of the class, different people
would turn around, smile or nod, and turn back.

James and Sirius just smiled.

“Looks like we impressed a fair few, James.”

“Yeah, except for that Lily Evans. She keeps scowling at us.”

“Will you quit going on about her?” Sirius asked. “Or do you have a thing for her?”

“No way. Yeah, she’s a pretty girl, and very brainy too, for a muggle-born she knows a fair few
bits of magic, but certainly not my type. Much rather the long-legged blonde.”

“Like my Hannah?”

“*My* Hannah?” James laughed, “Your property already?”

“Well, yeah. So you ARE after her?”

“No, I’d say that Stacey was more me.”

“Yeah...those pair are friends. And if you get with her we can go on double dates.”

“Sirius, mate, you’re getting far too ahead. For a start, you haven’t even spoken to Hannah yet,
let alone date her, and I would rather stay single for a while, if that’s alright with you.”

“Single...why?” Sirius couldn’t understand why James didn’t want to rush in to any kind of
relationship when Sirius himself was raring to start.

“Keep my options open, you know.”

“Oh, good idea.”

***

Charms ended relatively quickly after that. They copied down a couple of questions from the
board for homework, and then, while the Hufflepuff’s made their way to Potions, the Gryffindor’s
walked to Transfiguration.

Sirius and James walked separate to the group of First-Years.

“So, we gonna behave this week? No pranks, nothing.”

“...and then next week, we let all hell brake loose. Agreed?”

“Agreed.”

***

Professor McGonagall taught Transfiguration. Her dark hair was pulled back from her forehead,
and caught in a tight bun. Perhaps this was what made her so severe-looking, but this she was. Her
lips were thinner than a thin line, and it was hard to figure out where her top lip ended, and her
bottom one began.

Lily placed herself at the front of the class again.

“I am Professor McGonagall, and I do not tolerate misbehaviour of any kind in my classroom,
especially from Gryffindor students. Bad behaviour will result in you leaving my class and
*never* returning. Do you all understand?”

The class spoke together, “Yes, professor.”

“Good. Now, today’s lesson will begin with you all writing the theory on the board.”

They looked at the blank board, confused. But then McGonagall clapped her hands twice and long
thin neat writing appeared there. The class copied what was written there.

“Now, who can explain how we transfigure matches into needles? Miss Evans?”

“We have to concentrate on that and nothing but,” she said.

“Yes, well done Miss Evans, ten points to Gryffindor.”

*Twenty points already...*

“Now, if you all pick up the match on your desk...point your wand at it, and
*concentrate*.”

It was a lot harder than most had expected. James, however, was already an expert at
Transfiguration, and turned his match into a needle with ease.

“Well done Mr Potter. Another ten for Gryffindor.”

“Well done,” Sirius said quietly, “Keep up the good behaviour. The teachers will all think your
Mr. Goody-Two-Shoes, until next week when we show our true colours...” Sirius cackled slightly.
“Yes, we are going to have such fun.”

The lesson past by smoothly, there were no mishaps to be had, as McGonagall watched them all
like a hawk.

“No, Mr Pettigrew, like *this*...” she said, her voice sounding irritated.

When the bell rang, and the class began departing, she called Sirius and James back.

“Mr Potter, Black, wait a moment.”

They obliged, each giving each other confused looks before making their way towards the
professor’s desk.

“Professor?” James asked quietly, expecting that something had been wrong with his pin.

“Sit,” she said, pulling to chairs forwards with a single wave of her wand. They both fell back
into the chairs. “Right, I heard about a certain...incident you pair shared in Charms,
remember?”

James’ heart sunk. Here came the reprimand he had been so pleased not to receive from
Hilken.

“Yes, professor, we are-”

“Did I ask you to speak, Mr Black?”

“Err...no, not that I recall, though my mother says I have selective hearing so you may
have.”

“Mr Black! Can you stop for a moment please?” Sirius nodded. “Thank you. Now,” she reached
towards her desk, and picked up a pair of white feathers, identical to the one James had
transfigured into a dove. “These are white feathers, like the ones you were meant to be trying to
get to float I believe?”

“Yes,” James answered.

“I also believe you did not make them float. You did however turn one into a white dove, which
Professor Hilken let fly out of his window ten minutes ago. Is that correct?”

“Yes.” It was Sirius’s turn to answer.

Professor McGonagall let out an audible sigh. James glanced at Sirius.

“Could you perform the spell again for me?” she asked, finally.

“Wh...What?” James asked, quite astounded.

“I believe you heard my request, Mr Potter, did you not?”

“I did...but, why?”

“Why? I have my reasons Potter, none of which require you to ask of them.”

“Okay. Now?”

“Yes.”

“Well, I guess we could...” James looked again at Sirius, but Sirius was looking at the
professor.

“Um...Professor?”

“Yes, Mr Black?”

“Well, I didn’t actually assist James here in turning the feather into a dove. We just, sort of
pretended.”

“Oh. So Mr Potter here did it all by himself?” McGonagall’s eyebrows had risen further up her
forehead.

James scowled at his friend. Now he had dropped him in it.

“What? No, it was the other way around...Sirius-”

“James, mate, can’t you see you’re not getting into trouble?” Sirius said, looking at his
friend. “It’s just that the professor here wants to see it with her own eyes. That right
McGonagall?”

“*Professor McGonagall*,” she corrected, “but yes Mr Potter, Mr Black is correct.”

Sirius beamed. “So, lets see that trick again.”

James looked from his friend to the professor. He nodded resignedly, and pulled out his wand
from his pocket.

“Why you want to see this I don’t know...”

“Just guess on with it Jamsie boy,” Sirius laughed. “I want lunch sometime today.”

“Okay.” James focused his vision on the feather in front of him. He was no longer in the
classroom, but in a world where everything was white, and just as the feather was about to
disappear before his eyes, he said the words.

“*Transfeath Doven*!” Suddenly, the feather, just as it had done in Charms, turned into a
dove. It rose from its position on the table so elegantly, and circled the room once before
settling itself in James’ shoulder. The professor was staring at James in a way that James could
only call being proud of someone.

“Professor?” James asked.

“Extraordinary,” she said, apparently to herself. “First year and able to perform such advanced
Transfiguration. Well done Potter, I’d say ten points to Gryffindor.”

James smiled at the professor. *Ten points for a simple spell.*

“Thanks McGonagall.”

“Professor McGonagall,” she corrected.

“Yeah...”

“Well, I think you may fancy a bit of lunch before Potions. I’ll see you in tomorrow’s lesson.
Goodbye Potter, Black.”

“Bye professor,” the pair said in unison.

Just as they reached the door to leave McGonagall spoke again. “James, I’m proud to have you in
Gryffindor. Your dad was good, but you...goodbye.”

James smiled again, and left the classroom with Sirius.

“What is she on about?” Sirius asked once out of earshot.

“Haven’t the faintest.”

“Lets grab some lunch then, I’m starving,” Sirius said, rubbing his stomach.

“Sounds good.”

The pair made their way to the Great Hall, where they met Remus and Peter. During a quick lunch,
they told the story of what happened in the Transfiguration classroom, before the bell went.

“Lets get to Potions,” Remus called.

The four of them, James and Sirius with mouths full of food, departed for the dungeons.

***

Lily had overheard the conversation Sirius and James were having with Remus and Peter about what
had happened in the classroom. This put Lily in a foul mood, furious that James had gained ten
points for doing the wrong thing in class.

She, Hannah, Bethany and Stacey continued their way down to Potions, which was in the dungeons
of the castle. It was to be their first lesson with the Slytherin’s, the ones that Lily had heard
so many bad things about.

“Lily, be careful with them,” Hannah warned. “They tend to be really prejudiced against
Muggle-born’s, especially when they do better than pure bloods. And you are rather intelligent; I
bet they won’t like that.”

“But why?” Lily couldn’t understand why people were so insular. Why did it matter?

“Because...” Stacey began, “...Some wizards think they are superior, more noble, because there
have been witches and wizards in their families for generations...It doesn’t apply to everyone, and
it’s by and large the Slytherin’s that are so narrow-minded.”

“So,” Lily thought, “Does that include the insufferable Potter-boy?” She remembered that he had
been a pure-blood.

“James? Oh, no. He hates everything to do with the Slytherin’s apparently. All the dark wizards
are from there...and James’ father is an Auror.”

“Auror?” Lily asked.

“This job that you have to be really gifted to do. They catch dark wizards, and put them in
Azkaban.”

Though she had never heard the term ‘Azkaban’ before, it sent a shiver down her spine.
“Azkaban?”

“Wizards prison,” Bethany answered, “Guarded by dementors. And before you ask, dementors take
all the happiness out of you, and, when they give you the Kiss...let’s change the subject...give me
the shivers they do.”

They walked further down into the dark, damp dungeons. Lily looked around. The décor made her
shudder inwardly; how anyone would want to teach down here was beyond her. Well, the Potions
teacher *was* Head of Slytherin.

They finally reached the end of the long tunnel, where a few students were gathered. Lily
guessed they were the Slytherins.

If they were the Slytherin’s, then Lily guessed they weren’t the friendliest lot. Actually, they
didn’t look all that friendly. The girls all wore identical scowls as they looked the Gryffindors
up and down. The boys had an insulting look in their eyes as they too, looked at the four girls
searchingly. Lily felt so out of place here, and she felt as though the Gryffindor’s were not
welcome. The unease in the air was so powerful; the scene felt as though they were two of the
bitterest enemies facing each other after a long wait.

The spell that Lily felt she was under was broken then, by the arrival of the Gryffindor
boys.

***

James looked at the sight in front of him. There stood the Slytherin first-years, all eight of
them, and facing them was the four gryffindor girls.

“So,” James said, his voice harsh, “What is happening here?”

Sirius and James walked towards the scene boldly, while Remus and Peter continued their same
pace.

“James, be careful,” Remus whispered from the corner of his mouth.

The Slytherin’s looked irritably in the direction of James.

“Bah, here comes *Potter* to the rescue,” one said. James looked the Slytherin boy in the
eye. Shoulder-length dark, greasy hair, and dark holes for eyes greeted James’ gaze. He snarled at
James before setting his eyes on Sirius.

“And... The Failed Black. The outcast...”

“Shut it Snape!” Black said, squaring himself up for a fight.

“Don’t you tell him to shut up!” another Slytherin retorted. “At least he knows the meaning of
the word *family*, knows that blood is thicker than water. But you...running around with
Potter, of all people...”

“Right, THAT’S IT!” Sirius shouted, as he pounced on the Slytherin. All hell broke lose then, as
the Slytherin’s all jumped in to help out. James ran in to help Sirius, throwing wild punches in
all directions. Remus too, threw himself in, though it seemed against his better judgement,
anything to help a friend. Peter looked tentatively around, as though looking for something to tell
him what to do. After a five second pause, Peter too, entered the fight, rather blindly though, for
within the first few seconds, he had gained a bleeding nose, and what was likely to turn into a
black eye.

Suddenly, a loud *bang* stopped the fight.

“WHAT is going on here?” a voice rang loudly through the corridor. Nobody spoke to answer
Professor Filbert, the man who had been introduced to the students in the Great Hall.

“Anyone?” He waited again for a reply. When it didn’t come, he continued, “Fine! You have all
gained yourselves a detention for the weekend. Now get in the classroom before I make it the
weekend after that too!”

Both the Slytherins and Gryffindors obeyed, picking up their bags, and walking through the
classroom door.

James walked through the classroom door with Sirius, who said a quick “thanks” before the
silence of the classroom engulfed them.

There was a definite split down the middle of the classroom. To the left sat the Gryffindors, to
the right, the Slytherins. Dark glances were the only things that crossed the centre line.

“Right, after *that* start, I am most certainly not impressed with either house. Actually,
I am utterly appalled. Shall we begin again? Welcome to Potions. During your years at Hogwarts you
will learn what it is to be a Potions master, and how to understand the beauty of the simmering
potion. You will learn how to procure the ingredients of the most complicated potions, and how to
brew them, and by the end of it all, you shall be one of the greatest potion masters of the modern
wizarding world.”

James felt his anger at the Slytherins ebbing away slowly, but not wholly, not ever wholly. The
Slytherins were too closely connected to Lord Voldemort for James to give them any sort of helpful
thoughts and constructive feelings. To be brutally honest, he wouldn’t care if the whole house
dropped dead. *All the dark wizards that had ever gone bad had been from that house...*

“...Now, if you will copy down the list of ingredients from the board.”

James did this, his head reeling while he did so. It was widely acknowledged that Slytherin and
Gryffindor were rivals and enemies, but James detested them more than most. He could not understand
the logic of Slytherin; why anyone would want to be in that house...

“Mr Potter?” came a voice from far off.

“Huh?”

“Mr Potter, will you please listen! I am partnering you with Mr Snape here for the Strength
Gaining potion.” Snape sneered at James.

“What? Can’t I...why?” This was the worst thing that the professor could have told him.

“He specifically chose you Mr Potter.”

“So? I *specifically* choose Sirius, I mean Mr Black.”

“Don’t argue with me, Potter, you are in enough trouble already this morning with that fight in
the corridor that I have been told you and Mr Black provoked. On of the reasons I split you
up.”

“But professor, they’re lying. It was-”

“ENOUGH, Mr Potter, unless you want me to call Professor McGonagall down here?”

James had to stop then. He couldn’t disappoint her. But Severus Snape? Snape’s family were
infamous supporters of the dark movement, though they tried to keep it quiet and James had heard
his father mention the Snape name a number of times after arriving home for work.

James merely nodded at the decision, unable to find words for fear of them betraying him.

Snape smiled as he took a seat.

“Nice to be working with you Potter,” he snarled.

“Can’t say I feel the same,” James said, talking to the table, not looking at Snape.

“Aah, but that isn’t very friendly now is it? Not a nice welcome at all.”

James looked at Severus then.

“And you actually think you deserve it?” Severus’s black eyes bore into James’s lighter ones.
Neither would back down.

“I do.”

“Well, Severus, is it? You’ve come to the wrong place.”

“Yes, but where would be the fun in partnering with one of my own house? I understand their
selfish ways perfectly, Potter, I am only too keen to understand what drives a Gryffindor to their
noble ways.”

“And you chose me because?”

“Because you seem like the perfect Gryffindor. I’ve seen your chivalrous ways already this day
Potter, in helping your friend, when you know you could not win. You were outnumbered, and the
professor, who was inconveniently for you the Slytherin Head of House was on his way. You could
never win Potter, never.”

James looked over at Sirius, who was looking murderous at the professor’s choice of partners -
he had been placed with the Slytherin who had defended Severus earlier, the reason why all the
Gryffindors had been given detention.

“Shall we just get on with this potion or what?” James sighed; he had let Snape win that
round.

“Yes.”

***

“Well, well, well...looks like Sirius Black is to partner me,” the boy said. He had dark hair
that was slicked back. His cold blue eyes could give anyone the shivers.

“Well done Lestrange. Come to gloat about you making Slytherin, while I’m in Gryffindor?” Sirius
asked staring into those eyes as cold as ice.

“Of course, why else would I be here?” Aaron Lestrange was not the brightest of students.

“Well, sorry Lestrange, but I’m h-a-p-p-y in Gryffindor!”

“Huh?”

“*Happy*. I know you don’t know what that means but...”

“In Gryffindor...you’re happy?” Lestrange laughed.

“Yeah. Much more so that I’d be in Slytherin. Sorry to disappoint you...”

Aaron just shook his head.

“Lets get on with it, huh?”

***

James and Severus were both competent, actually both were rather talented, and the work for them
was easy, and therefore passed swiftly. By the end of the lesson, they were the only pair to have
achieved a proper sample of the potion.

“Well done Mr Snape, Potter! See Potter? Wasn’t I right in this partnership?”

James nodded slowly, though he looked towards his feet. The only reason why James had actually
achieved what he had was because he wanted to show Snape that he could.

“Well, I think I may put you to work together again...*yes*...”

The bell went then, and James hurried out of the classroom, hoping that Professor Filbert would
catch a nasty case of amnesia between now and next lesson.

“Don’t worry mate,” Sirius said, catching up with James. “At least you didn’t end up with a dark
blue potion spilt all over the desk. Lestrange isn’t exactly intelligent.”

Dinner was a loud affair after the Gryffindors were told of an announcement.

A seventh year student stood, and rapped on the table to catch their attention.

“Hey,” he said, “I’m Steven Gorrard, and the Gryffindor Quidditch team captain. Team trials will
be tomorrow, so meet up on the quidditch pitch at seven o’clock, tomorrow night. All are welcome,
though first-years are hardly likely to get onto the team.” He sat down then, and talk resumed.

“No first years... I’ll show him! If Gorrard is as dire as that second year said he was, then
I’m not going to be happy.”

“Are you trying out?” Sirius asked.

“Of course! Even if the captain doesn’t see my talent...I can show everyone else, and they’ll
see what a fool Gorrard is.”

“I think they already know mate...” Sirius answered, though too quietly for even James to
hear.

***

Lily sat on her bed, thinking of how the day had progressed. All in all, she was pleased. Her
lessons had run smoothly, and she had gained the Gryffindor twenty house points in the race for the
House cup. She smiled, said ‘Goodnight,’ to her roommates, and fell back onto her bed, feeling
excited for tomorrow to come.

***

James and Sirius talked well into the night about pranks that they would pull during the next
week. Many ideas floated to the surface, though none were all that impressive. They decided that
they were tired, and that they would work on them tomorrow, and with that, they both climbed into
bed.

James considered his day. His lessons had been a success; he had definitely made an impression.
A good impression with everyone, he though, everyone except Lily Evans...

*~*~*~*~

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5. Chapter 5~ A Pretty Neat Wizard
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Okay, I forgot to say at the end of the last chapter that don’t worry, I haven’t forgotten that
Divination starts in their third year in Harry’s period, but there is a reason for that, which will
be explained later.

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nice to know. THANKYOU! This chapter is for you.

*~*~*~*~Chapter 5 ~ A Pretty Neat Wizard~*~*~*~*~*~

James woke the next morning, just before dawn. He sat under the large bay window and watched as
the sun rose, rather magnificently, up over the mountains. The reds and oranges that surrounded him
felt warm and comforting, and he smiled as he thought how the dawn might represent his life. Today
was his day to shine.

By seven o’clock, he was sitting at the breakfast table, quite alone and he ate nothing, and
just stared at the ceiling above, watching as the sun rose even higher in the sky.

At nine, Sirius, Remus and Peter walked in, looking curiously at James.

“You alright mate?” Sirius asked.

“Yeah, a little nervous, that’s all.”

“Don’t worry, you’ll be fine.”

“Yeah...” James’ mind had wandered once again. “What have we got first?”

“Double lesson of Divination. With the Ravenclaws. What fun.” James noted the sarcasm in
Sirius’s voice.

“Mate?”

“Oh, its just Divination is a pile of-”

“Sirius,” Remus said quietly, “watch out, McGonagall’s on the prowl. Don’t curse.”

“Oh, I bet she’d agree with me. Complete waste of time. Well, I guess we’ll have fun.”

“Yeah...” James said again, only half-listening.

“You know that James Potter? He’s a right prat, isn’t he James?” Sirius said, his dark eyes
glinting.

“Yeah...” James answered, and those in earshot laughed. James, looking confused, stared at
Sirius.

“Huh?”

“Never mind mate, never mind.”

***

Lily laughed along with the rest of the Gryffindor table. Yeah...James might be an arrogant pig,
but it sure was funny when he and Sirius got together.

Lily looked at her timetable.

“Hmm...Divination...”

“Yeah,” Hannah began, “...it’s meant to be interesting. My great-great grandmother is a
Seer.”

“She is?” Lily asked, shocked.

“Yeah, walks round the house, muttering under her breath. It’s scary.”

Lily laughed. “Shall we go up then? It’s in the North Tower, on the other side of the
castle.”

“Okay, let’s go.”

The two girls walked slowly through the castle to the north side, and then up the winding
staircase, towards Divinations.

“Why is it such a long walk?” Lily moaned.

“Apparently, the Divinations teacher likes to be closer to the stars when she teaches. It gives
her more clear pictures.”

Lily snorted. “Closer to the stars?”

They continued their way up the staircase, until there was no more to climb. Lily sat on the
floor, Hannah doing the same beside her.

“So, how’re you finding the magical world?” Hannah asked.

“It’s great. I can’t believe that I never knew such a world existed, muggles can be so
blind.”

“Yeah, and it’s good for us that they are. Some witches and wizards are so careless when it
comes to concealing the wizarding world. That’s why memory charms have to be performed.”

Lily reflected how she would always be careful when it came to magic.

Just then, voices were getting closer to where Lily and Hannah were sitting. Both sets of eyes
looked to where the staircase ended, wondering who would be next to arrive.

***

“But, I’m tired! Why do we have to walk this far?” Peter griped.

“Stop moaning,” James answered, “it’s not that far...”

Remus snorted at James’ last statement.

“Awww...come on! I’ll race you to the top.” Sirius said, “3...2...1...GO!”

James and Sirius battled for the lead, while Peter and Remus did the same for third. Sirius
tackled James so he was winning, but then James tripped up Sirius, so James upon reaching the top
of the staircase, slightly out of breath, had won the race.

“HA!” He said, reaching the top stair, “I win! Never challenge me for a race Sirius, mate, I’ll
always win,” he said, calling down he stairs.

It was then that James noticed two girls sitting on the floor staring up at me.

Lily scowled at him, before turning away.

“Oh,” he said, feeling his colour rise, “Hey Lily, and err...”

“Hannah Klien,” she said.

“Hannah,” he smiled, “nice to meet you.”

She smiled too, just as Sirius reached the top. He was bent-double, trying to catch his breath
back.

“I’ll beat you next time, Jamsie.” He too, then noticed Lily and Hannah. “And who are these two
lovely maidens you are keeping to yourself?” He started eyeing Hannah, “Lily, of course,
and...”

Lily smiled, and waved a “hello” at Sirius. James glared at this gesture.

“Hannah Klein,” she introduced herself for the second time.

“Nice to meet you dear,” he said, taking her hand and kissing it. She smiled embarrassedly.

“Now, where have Peter and Remus got to?” James asked, calling down the staircase. When there
was no answer, James and Sirius made their way down the stairs, in search for the lost boys.

They had made their way down fifty or so steps, when they saw Remus and Peter, perched on the
edge of a stair.

“Erm...what happened to our race?” Sirius asked.

Remus looked up at the two boys, and waved, smiling. Peter however, jumped, muttered an apology
and turned bright red.

Sirius laughed at the nervousness of his friend, and made his way back up to the top, James in
tow.

***

“Sir-Sirius Black spoke to me?”

“Yeah Han...big deal.”

“And James Potter?”

“Yeah...”

“Wow...I wasn’t dreaming then?” she smiled, and patted her hair nervously.

Lily thought about this. Talking to James Potter would more likely to be in a nightmare than in
fantasy.

Just then, the pair of boys returned to view. Lily stopped herself from even glancing at James,
preferring to fix her eyes on Sirius.

“So, Divinations...”

“Yeah, it’s a pile of old rubbish apparently,” James said. “Professor Gurgle is an old bat, who
thinks she’s a Seer, when really she’s getting paid for lying to kids like us.”

“Actually,” Lily said coldly, “I *like* the subject, it appeals to me. It is *not* a
pile of rubbish.” This was a lie, and Lily knew it. She just wanted to make James feel
uncomfortable.

“I...err...I like it too,” James stammered, surprised by her reaction. Sirius looked
bewilderedly at James and then spoke on his behalf.

“What James is saying, dear Lily, is that the teacher is unethical and inadequate, and true
Seers, perhaps like yourself, need a more advanced teacher.”

James nodded a long, not quite sure what he was agreeing to. Lily saw right through this too,
and so reverted back to completely ignoring James’ presence.

“So Sirius, how is school life for you?” Lily asked.

“Well, haven’t really got into the swing of things yet, but wait ‘til next week, then you’ll see
my true colours, right James?”

“Yeah...” Sirius winked in his direction, and Lily saw it, so she decreased the line that was
her lips to a line so thin that it could rival Professor McGonagall’s ‘lips’.

Now they were joined by a group of Ravenclaws, who all seemed rather friendly, and the two
houses shared a nod before continuing their dialogue.

“So are either of you lovely ladies trying out for the Quidditch team later?” Sirius asked.

“Well, I’m not,” Lily answered, “but Hannah is thinking about it.”

“Aww...yeah, come on Hannah!” James said, suddenly coming to life, “It’ll be fun.”

“Okay then...if you insist.”

“I do!” James said, his eyes lighting up.

“Sure then. Wait for me in the common room before you go down?”

“Course. Me and Siri will meet you at quarter to seven, okay?”

“Deal.” Hannah smiled. So did James. And Lily couldn’t help but scowl...

***

A noise from above them stopped the conversation then. The four of them looked up to see a
trapdoor open.

“Enter!” a voice shouted.

James called down the stairs to Remus and Peter before walking through the trapdoor.

“Rem, Pete, the professor’s here!”

“Okay James,” Remus called back. There was a soft sound of scuffling before Remus and Peter came
into view. James smiled at them and entered the classroom.

Entering the classroom was like walking into a furnace. The heat was almost unbearable as a
large open fire burning brightly, and all the windows were shut. Curtains also prevented natural
light penetrating into the room, which had the effect of sweltering heat and half-darkness for the
fire gave off its own light, and a lamp or two in the room also gave light.

James sighed inaudibly and made his way to a chair next to Sirius. Sirius looked at James with a
slight smile, and then drew the back of his hand over his forehead.

“Geez,” he said, “it’s warm in here.”

“I know. Wish she’d turn that fire off.”

“Yeah...”

Just then, the teacher appeared in front of them. She was rather short and stocky, almost the
same height as the eleven-year-old students. She had bright blue eyes, and grey frizzy hair.

“Welcome to Divinations, class,” she said in a rather high-pitched voice. “I am Professor
Gurgle, the teacher of Divinations.”

James yawned as the professor began to drawl on.

“Divinations is a great subject, and if you are good at it, you shall reap the benefits far more
than you would in any other subject...”

“I doubt that,” Sirius added to James in an undertone.

James laughed quietly.

“...If we do find a true Seer among you, then I shall teach you how to you use that power to the
greatest of your ability...”

Sirius raised his hand.

“Yes?”

“Um...are you a ‘True Seer’ professor?” Sirius asked with an innocent look.

“Me? Yes. I come from a line of great Seers, and I have inherited the power myself. Which is why
I stand here today, teaching you.”

“So why aren’t you out there, helping the world with your powers?” he continued with a
smile.

“Well...I, err...chose this way to help the world, as you put it. If there is even one of you
here who is a Seer, then it will make my job a success.”

James hit Sirius under the table then, as a sign to stop. Sirius obliged.

“Any more questions? No? Then we will continue. If you will all pick up the cup in front of you
and fill it with tea leaves from the side. Then add hot water, carefully. And Peter, dear, clean up
the spillage.”

Peter looked bewilderedly at her. He picked up the kettle, and sure enough, though probably due
to the fact that he wasn’t looking what he was doing, the kettle fell out of his hand, and hit the
desk, water spilling everywhere.

“There’s a cloth over there, dear.”

“Err...okay.”

James looked at Sirius, who shrugged back. *Lucky guess...* James took a kettle from the
shelf, and filled his and Sirius’ cups with the hot water before sitting down again.

“Drink the tea...”

“Wouldn’t be surprised if the old bat had this poisoned,” Sirius said into his cup.

James choked slightly, laughing.

“…Now turn the cup three times anti-clockwise...”

James did so, carefully counting.

“Now give to your partner to read. The book in front of you may help you interpret what you can
see.”

James looked at Sirius’ cup. All he could see were blobs of tea-leaves, but he turned to the
correct page to at least try and decipher out what they were meant to represent.

“What you got?” Sirius asked.

“Well...don’t have a clue.”

“Me neither. Guess we can make it up. Say stuff that are sure to happen.”

“What, like we become great friends and live happily ever after,” James smiled.

“Yeah...but don’t make it happy. She’d rather hear of death than happiness, believe me.”

“Okay then.” James began formulating an idea. Just then, the professor interrupted his
thoughts.

“Now...who can read their cups? Someone will volunteer to read theirs out to the class?”

Sirius winked at James and put up his hand.

“Me and James here would be happy to.”

“Great! Do you want to stand up?”

They did so.

“What do you see, dear?”

“Well...” Sirius began, “according to ‘The Magical Eye’, and my very detailed calculations...”
James stifled a laugh, “James’ life will not be the happiest. He will find love, no doubt, but it
will be taken from him, ever so dramatically later in life.” James was shocked at how real Sirius
made his prediction sound. “Sorry mate,” Sirius added quietly, as though he only wanted James to
here, but James knew otherwise.

“Oh...” James said, making his face sombre looking. “Well, lets move onto your future...your
home life has never been a happy one has it Sirius?”

Sirius nodded, surprised at how much truth there was in the random guess that James had
made.

“Well...before you leave school, the pain will end, and you will be happy when you leave school
for the holidays. You will be going home to a *happy* home for a change.” James smiled. Okay,
there was really much unhappiness in there, but it was the best he could do.

“Yes!” Sirius shouted, “Finally, the old bat of a mother will die!”

Half the class laughed at this, though the other half weren’t too sure that Sirius was
joking.

“Well...” professor Gurgle stated, “They were very excellent predictions. “You said what you saw
and felt, and you didn’t let the friendship you share with the person you were making a prediction
for blind you. Ten points to Gryffindor.”

James and Sirius couldn’t believe their luck. They smiled proudly.

***

After Hannah telling her that she had relations that were Seer’s, Lily couldn’t wait to have her
cup read.

Hannah carefully turned Lily’s tea-leaves three times anti-clockwise, before beginning to
decipher them. Hannah’s eyes rolled slightly before she spoke.

“No, nothing.”

Lily felt disappointment fall upon her, but she determined not to let Hannah see it.

“Don’t worry...we’ll just have to try yours...” Lily took the book from in front of her, “Let’s
see.”

“...*Me and James here would be happy to*.” Lily looked around to see Sirius and James
stand up.

“Here they go again...” Lily said to herself.

“*James’ life will not be the happiest. He will find love, no doubt, but it will be taken from
him, ever so dramatically later in life*.”

Lily frowned at this. If what Sirius said was true...even James, the arrogant prat as he was,
who thought nothing in the world was better than himself, didn’t deserve that sort of pain.

Her thoughts however came to an abrupt ending when she saw James stifling a laugh.

“*Well...before you leave school, the pain will end, and you will be happy when you leave
school for the holidays. You will be going home to a* happy *home for a change*.”

It was just the boys messing around as usual. She angrily went back to the cup that she was
meant to be deciphering, but it was without any success, for James’ arrogant smile kept playing in
her brain.

***

“Lunch? I’m starving.” Sirius answered.

James laughed, “Lets go then.”

The four Gryffindor boys made their way down to the Great Hall, all four bellies rumbling.

“So Rem? Pete? Either of you going to try out tonight?”

“Nah, I’m not. Not the greatest flier,” Remus said, “Peter?”

“No way! I hate flying, and I’m kinda scared of heights.”

“Well, looks like it’s just me and you Sirius.”

“And the lovely Hannah, remember?”

“Oh yeah.”

They walked into the Great Hall then, seating themselves towards the center of the Gryffindor
table.

“James Potter?”

James turned around. A second year boy, with blond hair stood before him.

“Yeah?” James answered.

“Is it true that you can change a feather into a dove already?”

“What?”

“We heard that you did so in Charms. Really?”

“Err...yeah.” The boys’ eyes opened wider at this.

“You *are* a first year right?”

“Yeah...”

“Wow! That’s like stuff that we do in our third year...and you can do it already. You must be a
pretty neat wizard.” The boy smiled a rather wide smile. James didn’t know what to say.

“Um...”

“Well...I just wanted to say, err...well done.”

“Thanks.”

“I gotta go now, I’m Frank by the way. Frank Longbottom.”

“Nice to meet you.”

“More so to you mate.”

Frank wandered further down the table then, and seated himself amongst a group of second-years,
probably sharing the revelation with them.

“Looks like you’re the celebrity Potter.” A voice said. It was cold, and calculating, and James
knew to whom the voice belonged before he had even turned his head.

“Snape...what do you want?” James said, matching the cold voice that Snape had given.

Snape sneered, “Just to say...a well done.”

“Yeah, sure. Now cut the crap,” Sirius joined in. “What do you want?”

“Why, Black, you’re such an assuming person aren’t you?” he said, his gaze moving to Sirius,
“Maybe I just wanted to wish my congratulations...”

“Okay, you’ve done that...*goodbye*.”

Snape sneered once more before making his way over to the Slytherin table.

“I hate that boy,” Sirius said, “really gets on my nerves...”

“Yeah...” James agreed. “So what lesson do we have next?”

Remus consulted his timetable, “Herbology with the Hufflepuffs. In Greenhouse One.”

“Well, better be off then...let’s go...”

***

Lily and Hannah reached Greenhouse One just before the bell went. They had taken their time,
taking in the beautiful castle grounds. Whereas the journey would normally take just five minutes,
it had taken the two girls almost half an hour.

Both girls had come to the same conclusion; *The castle and it’s grounds were
fantastic.*

When they reached the greenhouse, the professor was already inviting the students in, so Lily
and Hannah had to run to get there in time.

The professor was a stout witch who they had they found out was named Professor Sprout. She was
rather young looking, and had short, blond, curly locks. She was actually rather pretty.

“Welcome!” she said warmly, “I am Professor Sprout. I will be teaching you Herbology. Now, who
can tell me what Herbology is?”

Lily and Hannah both raised their hands.

“Yes, dear?” she asked Hannah.

“It’s the study of magical plants,” Hannah said with a smile.

“In short, yes dear. Ten points for Gryffindor,” Professor Sprout said. “Now, I think today we
will start with the basics.”

The professor spoke about the magical properties of many of the plants that they would study
throughout the term. Lily listened raptly, absorbing the information she gave. Many of the other
students’ attentions had wandered, but Lily kept focused. After all, she was quite disadvantaged in
that she was muggle born; most of the rest of the class had grown up with this information, but
Lily hadn’t. Lily had to learn it all.

***

James had heard it all before from his mother. His mother was practically a magical botanist,
and James was often asked to help. But James didn’t exactly enjoy this, and so he spent the
Herbology lesson talking with Sirius about the up and coming Quidditch trials.

“I’m sure you’ll be great,” Sirius said.

“Yeah...but that second-year said I’d never get onto the team. The captain seems to think that
we aren’t good enough...”

“Yeah, I guess. What position are you trying out for anyway?”

“I was thinking Chaser, because I’m best at that. You?”

“I don’t know...beater probably. That way I can pretend the Bludger’s Snapes’ head...”

James and Sirius both stifled a laugh.

Just then the bell rang, and the whole class made their way up towards the castle. James felt
nerves building as seven o’clock drew nearer. He just had time to shower and change beforehand. He
and Sirius raced up to their dormitory to save arguments about who would get in the shower first.
Luckily for James, speed and agility were on his side, and he reached the bathroom first, so shut
the door behind him. Five seconds later, Sirius was banging on the door.

“James! You better hurry up mate...”

James couldn’t help but chuckle as he turned the shower on.

***

“Han, are you nervous?”

“A little Lil. It doesn’t really mean all that much to me. I’m not as obsessed as James is or
anything. He always goes to the World Cup most years, if it means that he doesn’t have to go
halfway across the world to see them. He even has his own broom that his parents bought for him, a
*Cleensweep*, I think. I just want to get on the team I guess.”

“Oh,” Lily said, thinking about how spoilt James Potter was. “Better get up to the castle then
if you want to be ready before seven.”

“Yeah let’s go.”

***

By five to seven, both boys had showered and changed, and were heading out of the dormitory,
good luck wishes from their roommates.

“Better go pick up Hannah then,” James said.

“Yeah, I wonder if she’s any good.”

“Well, we’ll soon see.”

James found, as he walked, his throat became restricted, and that gave the effect of difficulty
in talking. James assumed this had something to do with nerves, though Sirius did not seem to feel
the same way. Sirius chattered on while James merely nodded until they came out into the common
room where Hannah and Lily were waiting.

“Hey ladies,” Sirius greeted. “My, Lily, have you changed your mind and decided to try out
too?”

“No, I’m coming to cheer you and Hannah on,” she answered, deliberately missing James out.

James looked towards his shoes, still unable to speak. Thankfully Sirius spoke for him.

“Lets go then, shall we? Don’t want to be late now...”

***

They reached the pitch on time, where the captain, Steven Gorrard was waiting. He smiled stiffly
as the four Gryffindors approached.

“Hi. Erm...if spectators make their way up to the stands...”

Lily smiled and wished Hannah good luck before walking up to the stands. As she seated herself
in a seat as high as she could go, her found loss of breath at the sight before her eyes. The
Quidditch pitch was massive, and so immense. She thought about what it would be like to sit where
she was right now, when the stands were full of people. What the atmosphere would be like. And that
just took her breath away.

***

On the ground, where many students had congregated, Gorrard began making his speech.

“Right, now that we are all here, I will tell you all about what positions we have open. Our
beaters, both of them, left last year, meaning that there is plenty of room for anyone wishing to
fill that position,” James winked at Sirius, who smiled back. “We also have a chaser position open,
but it will be much harder for you to gain that position, as chaser is a very prized position. Now,
if you will split into two groups...Chaser tryouts here, beaters over there.”

The group of students broke into two groups, Sirius going one way, waving to James and Hannah,
and James and Hannah going in the other.

“Right,” Gorrard continued to the group of chasers. “I see we have a couple first years trying
out,” he smiled, a fake, unrealistic smile. “Well, you’ll have to be exceptionally good if you
expect to get in to my team in your first year. Very unlikely, I’m afraid. Well, you can still
tryout. Well, anyway, back to the tryouts. My team-mate, Patricia, will be taking the beater
tryouts, which you don’t need to worry about. I will take these ones, as I play keeper, it makes
sense. All you have to do is throw the Quaffle, and try and get it past me. Simple enough, and the
person I think is best will become team chaser.”

The group of students nodded at this, but James suddenly realized that the captain was as biased
as the second-year had told him.

Well, James thought, we’ll have to sort that out.

“Right, I think we’ll start wit the more experienced. Any sixth or seventh years wish to try
out?”

A tall boy nodded, and raised his hand.

“Very well. What is your name?”

“Herbert, John Herbert.”

“Great. Now if you will mount your broom.”

Gorrard sped off towards the golden hoops on one side of the pitch. Herbert joined him, though
he positioned himself ten or so metres away from the goals.

Herbert, James noticed, wasn’t exactly a good flier, and definitely not a fast one. It took him
rather a long time to reach the other end of the pitch, though Gorrard didn’t seem to notice.
Gorrard smiled and blew his whistle.

Gorrard passed the Quaffle out to Herbert, and Herbert fumbled it slightly before throwing it
straight into Gorrard’s hands.

“Unlucky,” Gorrard shouted, “Here. Try again.”

Gorrard passed the ball out again, and on his second attempt, Herbert managed to get the ball
passed Gorrard, but only because Gorrard was looking in the other direction at that particular
time.

“WELL DONE Herbert!” Gorrard said, making his way back to the other tryouts. “Right, who’s next?
Fifth years?”

James watched as player after player continually either missed, or threw the Quaffle through on
of the hoops due to Gorrard’s lack of concentration. He wondered why there was such lack of skill
in the upper half of the school. He noticed, too, that as the age of the students dropped, their
play seemed to improve. It made him wonder why.

“Right, well, I guess that we’ve gotta let the first-years have a try. Umm...you can borrow one
of the school’s brooms. Let the man go first then...name?”

James breathed, “James Potter.”

“Right, well...mount the broom there.”

It was common knowledge that the school brooms were very outdated and temperamental when it came
to flying. They were very old, and awkward to fly.

James however, did as he was instructed, and mounted the broom with considerable flair for one
mounting such a difficult broom.

Gorrard flew off towards the goal for the thirteenth time that day, and James followed behind,
feeling the wind flow through his hair, and the feeling of flight gracing his thoughts once more.
How he loved to fly, to soar through the sky effortlessly. And from a spectator’s point of view, he
was great to watch. It seemed as though he was falling through the air, but with control and
perfect balance. He looped twice before reaching his desired destination in mid air. Cheers from
the ground made James smile, as Gorrard passed out the Quaffle, James catching it squarely in his
hand.

***

Lily watched from her seat as different people tried, and many failing, to get the Quaffle into
one of the hoops. She wondered if they were all going to be that bad, and if that was the state in
which the Gryffindor team was in, then how could they ever expect to win the Quidditch Cup?

Lily watched as James Potter mounted his broom. She could tell, before his feet had even left
the ground, that he was a great flier. The way he positioned himself on his broom, and the way he
pushed his feet against the ground; the whole way his body moved, yes, she knew he’d be good.

She watched as he flew through the air, his hair pushed back behind him. He smiled as the
captain threw out the Quaffle, and she smiled when James caught the ball. She watched his face move
only slightly in concentration as he soared to the left, somehow releasing the ball, making it fly
around Gorrard, and straight through the right-hand hoop. Cheers from the ground showed he was
popular with the crowds. Lily herself couldn’t help jumping in the air, before realising what she
was doing, and sat down.

“Lucky, aren’t we?” Lily heard from Gorrard. *Lucky? That was pure skill!* James seemed to
be thinking along the same lines as his face contorted with fury. He managed to keep his composure,
however, and smiled.

The captain threw the ball out again, this time rather forcefully and to the left, which meant
that James had to dive to catch it. He did so, again to a few cheers, and when he placed the
Quaffle through the central hoop, the pitch erupted with cheers, Lily included.

***

James flew to the ground, a smile covering his whole face, and he dismounted, and hugged Hannah
who was cheering all the same.

“Well done James!” she said.

“Yeah, well, you go out there and do the same, and I’ll be happy.”

Hannah was in the air before James knew it, and he saw that she too, was a good flier. Perhaps
not as good as him, but that was something he would never say, not even to himself. He watched her
move, almost as effortlessly through the air. She had been the best tryout that he had seen all
day, and if he wasn’t better than her, then she deserved the position herself.

***

Lily felt that it was down to either James or Hannah. If she was completely honest, she was say
James was the better flier, but if she was being loyal, then she couldn’t decide between the to
first-years. But the position surely belonged to one of the pair. It was just a question of
which.

***

James waited anxiously for the results. He wouldn’t mind so much if Hannah became the new
chaser. After all, he couldn’t be exactly sure that he had been any better than her...but if it
went to one of the older students...one of the ones that had failed to catch the Quaffle, or didn’t
score at all, then he felt he might just have something to say about that.

When Gorrard dismounted his broom, the crowd of would-be chasers closed in around him.

“Okay, okay,” he laughed, “the results. Well, if we start with the two new beaters...
Patricia?”

Patricia was a tall, blonde girl who was at least in her sixth year. *Figures*, James
thought.

The girl passed over her notes and clipboard to Gorrard, and he stared at it for a few
seconds.

“Right, our two new beaters are...” he paused for emphasis, “Arthur Weasley, sixth year, and
Jason George, Seventh year. Well done guys, and for everyone else, there’s always next year. Right,
now onto our new chaser. Very hard choice, and I’m sorry to those who didn’t make it, but, again,
there’s always next year. Right, the new chaser...John Herbert. He showed particular skill
and...”

James couldn’t bear to listen to any more. He had seen that...that prat trying to fly, he was
awful! Had that captain switched off once they reached the first year tryouts or something? It was
wrong, and so prejudiced. Hannah seemed to be feeling the same; she looked like she was about to
cry at the news, and James really did know how she felt. Then there was Lily, too, she had come
down from the stands to hear the results, and she looked positively outraged. In fact, only thee
people on the pitch were happy with the decision. John Herbert, that Patricia girl, and the stupid
captain.

***

Lily was angry. No, more than angry. Outraged and livid would better describe how she felt. It
was scandalous that they would pick a student for the Quidditch team purely on age. Lily was ready
to slap the captain. She was too shocked to speak rationally at that moment, and decided that she
would wait until later, when she was calmer to launch her attack. The only thing she felt she could
do was hug Hannah, which she did, and then, even though she felt he was an arrogant prat him
normally, she hugged James. It was so unjust for the team captain to do that to two exceptional
players.

Lily took Hannah by the arm, and the pair of them marched off towards the castle, both with
faces full of fury.

***

James and Lily embraced together for the first time. No matter how she felt towards him
normally, the injustice of it all meant that she no longer cared for trivial arguments, well, at
least for the moment.

And James felt happiness in this. He managed to smile, despite all the disappointment and
frustration he felt. He smiled in Lily’s direction as she and Hannah took off for the school.

When James turned back to the captain, Sirius was shouting like a maniac.

“WHAT WERE YOU THINKING, YOU IDIOT? JAMES WAS BY FAR THE BEST OUT THERE, AND YOU CHOOSE SOME
LOUSY SIXTH YEAR OVER HIM? WHY EXACTLY? I BET HE’S YOUR BEST FRIEND OR SOMETHING...HOW COULD YOU DO
THAT TO JAMES...IT’S A DISGRACE!”

Sirius continued in this manner for a while, until James saw fit to stop him. The captain seemed
too flabbergasted at Sirius’ outburst to even consider replying. He just let Sirius rant on for
almost a full five minutes until James put his hand over Sirius’ mouth.

“Okay mate, I think he got the picture,” James said quietly.

“You sure James? I could keep going on and on all night if you want me too. It’s such a
scandal--”

“SIRIUS! I’m sure. Let’s go back up to the castle...there’s always next year...”

“How can you be so rational, I don’t know...”

The pair of them left the captain then, and made their way up towards the school.

***

When Lily reached the castle, she remembered that she still hadn’t written to her parents. So,
after leaving Hannah on one of the chairs in front of the fire, she took a quill and some parchment
from her bag and set off towards the Owlery to borrow one of the school owls. Thanks to directions
from Nearly Headless Nick, the Gryffindor ghost, Lily found herself there rather quickly. She
pushed the door open to find a circular room, full of feathery creatures. She smiled, as she looked
around at all the beady eyes, and looked at the floor, full of owl-droppings, and small bones,
presumably belonging to mice that the owls had had for dinner.

She leaned against the wall to write her letter. It wasn’t the most comfortable position, but it
would do. She paused for a second, and then began to write.

“*Dear Mum and Dad,*

*How are you? Life here is great! I’ve made the best of friends, Hannah, Stacey and Bethany,
and I also share a room with them. Lessons are great, Charms is my favourite I think. The teachers
are lovely, well, most of them, and most of the students are just as friendly. Must be off now, got
to comfort a friend because she didn’t get through the Quidditch trials.*

*All my love,*

*Lily x*

Lily smiled, *yes, that was fine*. She found a large tawny owl and tied the letter to its
leg. She petted it lightly before it set off, the darkening sky already a midnight blue.

~*~

Okay, the end of another Chapter. Please keep reviewing guys...I’ll honestly end up writing more
often then. Okay, I’m off now to start the next one. See you soon, Carrie x



6. Chapter 6~ Rolling around in the Mud
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Chapter 6~ Those Startling Green Eyes

September was moving at a very irrational pace. It seemed like only yesterday to Lily that she’d
arrived at Hogwarts. But September had continued and was now reaching its end. It scared Lily that
she was nearly into a month of schooling, and she felt she knew very little. But really, if she
cared to list all the spells she now knew, it would by far surpass her expectations.

Quidditch trials had been and gone, and still Lily didn’t know, or really didn’t care to know
how to mount a broom, but that problem would be solved that day, on the twenty-eighth of the month,
where the morning broke in autumn sunshine.

***

James sat up in his bed that morning listening to the songs of birds flying overhead. The sun
that had shone through the curtains had woken him, and eventually resulted in him getting dressed,
and heading down to the common room very early.

Nobody was about yet, so he sat himself near the fire, and just let thoughts overtake his mind.
He thought about Quidditch, and realised that he still felt anger about the way he had been
prejudiced against in the trials, but that was now more than a fortnight ago, and he found himself
finally getting over the disappointment. But there was one thing that he remembered as though it
were yesterday about that day. The fact that Lily, *the Lily Evans*, had hugged him, and how
he was grateful for that. How it still brought him a smile, even now.

Just then, a noise caught his attention. It was coming from the girls’ stairs, and he looked
over, wondering who else would be up this early.

The first thing he saw was her red curly hair that bounced over her shoulders. They reminded him
of the dawn that he had watched on the same day as those Quidditch trials. The next thing was her
soft complexion, how he wondered what it felt like to the touch. Her height he noticed then; she
was rather tall, and had very long legs. Finally, her eyes looked at him. *Those startling green
eyes*.

“Good morning Lily,” James said, as he recognised her.

“Morning Potter,” she answered briskly. She walked straight past him then, over to the corner of
the room, where she sat on a chair facing a table.

“How are you?” James said, still trying to make conversation.

“Fine.”

She obviously didn’t want to talk, well, at least not with him. So James smiled at her, and
turned away.

***

Why was he everywhere she went? She’d go down to breakfast, and he’d be there. She’d go to
class, and there was James Potter, smiling back at her. She’d wake up early and wander down to the
common room, and the Potter boy would be there, trying to make conversation. Okay, she had no
reason now to be hostile towards him. But she couldn’t be civil towards a boy like that, not ever.
So she sat there, her back towards him, staring out of the window opposite.

***

Okay, she hated him. He knew that. But why, well that he did not. She always found the smallest
of things to be unfriendly towards him for. He couldn’t explain it, not even to himself, for he did
not understand Lily Evans. But if that was how she wanted to be, then James felt he had no right to
persuade her otherwise...she had to decide that for herself. James would have to be friendly, and
hope she saw that.

***

She watched as the sun rose higher in the sky, slowly above the mountains. Suddenly, however,
something restricted her view of the sun. A large winged creature flew towards the window that Lily
was looking out of, and it was a moment before Lily recognised it as the owl she had sent with her
letter a fortnight earlier. Lily smiled and opened the window to allow the owl through. It swooped
in, and landed on Lily’s shoulder, so she could untie the letter attached to its leg. She untied
it, and petted the owl, before it took off once more, via the open window.

***

James watched as Lily petted the large tawny owl that had perched itself on her shoulder. He
smiled as he watched her untie the letter with such care, and watched intently as her eyes scanned
the letter that she had opened. He guessed it was from her parents as he recognised the owl as one
of the schools, and knowing that Lily was muggle-born, she probably would have written to them
earlier in the term about the school and everything. James wondered if his parents would be
expecting a letter from him. He decided no, they knew that he wouldn’t have time for something like
that. So he set off towards the Owlery to send a letter, because he liked to surprise his parents
sometimes.

***

*“Dearest Lily,*

*It was lovely to hear from you. We are both fine, and Petunia seems to be enjoying
comprehensive school life. I’m glad you’ve made friends; perhaps you can invite them over in the
summer holidays? We’d love to have them. Sorry we have been so long in replying dear, your father
and I went on a weekend break, and I must say, it was so peaceful without you and Petunia
bickering. I hope your friend is okay dear, and that you are well.*

*All our love,*

*Mum and Dad x”*

Lily smiled as she read the letter. They were still as loving as they had been when she left.
Invite her friends over? Well, that was unexpected, but she was grateful for the gesture, and
probably would take her parents up on that. As she turned to sit back down, she realised she was
alone, that James Potter had left. She wondered where he had gone to, and how she hadn’t heard him
leave.

***

James sat just outside the Owlery writing his letter, wondering what his parents would want to
hear.

*“Hey mum, dad,*

*I’M IN GRYFFINDOR! Erm...made a few friends, Sirius Black? You know that family...well Sirius
is like the black sheep of the family. He’s the good guy while the rest of the family are dire, as
you know. Anyway, Remus Lupin . . .I’m not sure you know the Lupin’s, and Peter Pettigrew, who’s
really shy and quiet, and kind of annoying, but all the same, loveable. How are you? I bet the
house is kind of quiet . . .and Elmers, is she okay? Life here is okay, apart from the fact that
the Gryffindor Quidditch captain is a complete fool, and doesn’t know talent when he sees it. But
he’s in seventh year, so I won’t have to put up with him much longer. Porfessor McGonagall is Head
of House . . .she seems a bit, well, stern, but she’s not too bad . . . I’ll sort her out soon
enough (only kidding mum!). Haven’t got round to getting out my cloak, perhaps tonight I’ll go for
a midnight wander. . . (mum, DON’T worry!).*

*Okay, I think that’s about it,*

*Love James x”*

James got up and walked into the circular Owlery, looking for Werren, his owl. He saw her, her
eyes wide and appealing and she flew down towards him. She perched herself on his shoulder to allow
him to tie the letter to her leg. He did so, and then she flew off, towards the rising sun.

***

Lily got up from her chair and wandered towards the notice board, for a single notice had been
pinned there from the night before. She scanned it, and groaned.

“**Quidditch Lessons**

*All first-years are given these to teach them how to fly. Instead of first lesson
(Herbology), you shall go down to the Quidditch pitch where Madam Kloo will take you. You will be
taught with the Slytherins. Please make the rest of the year in Gryffindor aware of this.*

*Professor McGonagall.*”

Well, something to keep the likes of James Potter happy. Lily however, would much rather a
lesson of Herbology.

***

James made his way back to the common room, via the portrait hole. “Quidditch,” he said to the
Fat Lady, who nodded and let him past.

James clambered through, and saw Lily staring at the notice board.

“Lily?” James enquired, walking towards her.

“Oh,” she turned and saw James, “Quidditch lessons, today, first lesson.”

“Oh,” James wasn’t exactly thrilled with the news.

“What? I thought you’d be pleased . . .”

“Normally, yes. But you did read who we have them with?”

“Yes, the Slytherins . . .”

“Exactly.” James fell onto the same chair he had been sitting on earlier. “People from Slytherin
aren’t the nicest of folk, Lily. My parents have had run-ins with half their parents...”

“But how can you judge people like that?” Lily asked, “How can you put all of Slytherin into one
box and label it evil? There are so many differences even within one house. Take me and you...you
are insensitive, conceited and a complete prat most of the time, and then there’s me-”

“A pretty, intelligent girl, who’s obviously going somewhere in the world,” James smiled.

Lily blushed darker than her hair. “No, what I was going to say, is that I’m nothing you are,
and everything you’re not.”

“Lily, but how can you say that? It’s just like what I said earlier. I’m not evil, so what does
that make you?”

Lily realised that the conversation she was having with James was getting heated, and that it
would be best to leave it as it was.

“Whatever, Potter, frankly I don’t care what you think, or how you feel, so I’ll leave you now,
here, alone.”

“Okay, goodbye dearest Lily,” James called. Lily huffed and made her way up the girls’
staircase, deciding to take a long, warming shower.

***

James realised that he had won that conversation with Lily, actually quite unintentionally. He
smiled as he pictured her blushing at his compliment.

“James?” a voice called. James turned to see a Remus Lupin looking rather, well, old.

“Hey Rem. What’s up? You look dreadful.”

“Yeah . . . it’s the flu I think,” he said, “What are you doing up so early anyway?”

“I don’t know . . . I woke and couldn’t go back to sleep so I came down. You just missed
Lily-”

“Aah, been making a fool out of yourself again?” Remus asked, though too quietly for James to
hear.

“Quidditch lessons today, Rem, instead of Herbology. But we’re with the Slytherins.”

“Well, you’ll just have to show how good you are out there, and that you don’t need to be on the
house team to be that.”

“Yeah, I will. Thanks Rem,” James stretched and yawned loudly, “I’m gonna go take a shower now,
catch you later?”

“Yeah, probably down on the Quidditch Pitch?”

“Yeah.”

***

The bell for first lesson had rung, and Lily, Hannah, Bethany and Stacey made their way, as fast
as they could, down to the Quidditch pitch. By the time they arrived there, they were five minutes
late, and the teacher hurried them into position, each next to a broom, Lily on the far end.

The teacher had long raven hair, and eyes just as dark, though abnormally wide. Lily supposed
this was why she was the Quidditch teacher; her wide eyes would give her greater view of the
pitch-she would see what was happening before others ever could.

Lily looked over at the other students to the left of her. Most looked scared, one or two
looking slightly green, Peter Pettigrew being one of them. However, a certain egotistical male with
dark messy hair seemed happy and very confident.

Too confident, perhaps.

Lily scowled slightly and turned her attention back to the teacher who had just begun
speaking.

“Hello, first years. I am Madame Kloo, the Quidditch teacher and referee during inter house
games. Quidditch is the most predominant sport within the school, and though others are allowed,
there are not inter-house tournaments such as the one we have for Quidditch. Okay, as some of you
will never have heard of Quidditch before, I will go through the rules of the sport briefly, before
we get you on a broom. So, Quidditch . . .”

***

James hardly listened to the teacher speaking. It was not like he needed to, for he had known
the rules and regulations of Quidditch for years, and it was rather tedious having to listen to
them all again. So James let his mind wander for a while. He thought about the cloak his father had
given him a while back, the one that made him invisible. It would be a great way to explore the
castle, he thought. Perhaps tonight, just as he had said in the letter to his parents, he would go
exploring . . .James liked to know a place well before he could ever be comfortable there, and this
was probably the best way to go about it. James would also go alone, he decided, for he did not
want the distraction of Sirius and his jokes and did not want to broadcast the fact that he, James,
could travel the school undetected.

He smiled at the thought of where he could wander with the help of the cloak. Yes, he was free
to discover the castle for himself.

“Right class, now you have the basics of Quidditch, lets see about getting you up in the air.
Place your hand over the broom, if you please, and call ‘up’. Hopefully, the broom shall rise to
the correct level, ready for you to mount. Do those now please.”

In, unison, the group said ‘up!’ and placed their hands over their broom. James watched as his
own broom rose from the ground, and reached his hand, hitting it a little forcefully, but that was
how James could be sure it was ready for mounting; he liked it forcefully. He smiled, but was
surprised when he looked around, that hardly any of the others had managed the same feat. James saw
that a Slytherin with light blonde hair, and dark green eyes, however, was one of the few who had
achieved what James had. He smiled at the broom in his hand. The only other person with a broom in
their hand, James noticed, after another look around, was Lily’s friend, Hannah. James smiled at
her, she looking just as confused as him at the lack of people who had managed to make their broom
levitate, but she smiled back.

***

Lily felt her cheeks rise in colour at the stubbornness of her broom. No matter how many times
she called ‘up’, or how forcefully, it would not move, at all. Once, she thought it had twitched,
but that could have just been her frustration getting the better of her. She sensed the fact that
James Potter, the arrogant James Potter, had made *his* broom rise, she was sure of it, and it
made her all the more irate. She concluded, on her last try, that the angrier you were, the less
the stupid school brooms would respond. When

Madam Kloo, blew the whistle, Lily stared at her broom furiously.

“Thanks for making a fool out of me,” she whispered to it.

“Okay, that’s enough. Well done to those who have managed to levitate their brooms, and five
house points goes to each of you who did. For those who didn’t, if you just lift your broom from
the floor . . .”

***

James smiled proudly at the realisation he had won Gryffindor another five house points. It was
great to know that he was doing his bit for the house. And of course, he’d do anything to beat
Slytherin.

“Okay,” Madam Kloo continued, “now you will rise into the air by pushing off the ground with
your feet, and you shall then fall, gently back towards the ground. Dismounting the broom is
slightly easier than the mounting, so you should do well. On my whistle then . . . 3 . . . 2 . . .
1 . . . ”

A sharp blast of Madam Kloo’s whistle, and the class rose into the air, James above the rest,
and then he decreased his height, and just as his feet were about to touch the ground again, he
dismounted. He smiled again, looking around. Sirius looked almost as happy as James felt with his
flying, Remus looked, well at least much better than Peter. Peter looked green, and now that his
feet were back on the ground, he looked unsteady.

“Peter,” James called over, “you okay?”

“Yeah . . . ” Peter answered, “I’m-”

Peter was unable to talk then, for he turned his back to James and was sick all over the
floor.

“Mister Pettigrew!” a sharp voice called. Professor McGonagall was making her way down from the
castle towards them. “Are you okay?”

“Erm . . . hang on . . .” and he turned away again.

“Madam Kloo, *what* has he been doing?”

“He flew no higher than what, ten feet? Then hit the ground, and this is what resulted.”

“Hmm . . . Mister Pettigrew?” McGonagall asked once more.

“Yes . . . I’m fine now . . . ”

“I think it best we take you to the Hospital Wing. Madam Kloo, you take him, and I’ll watch the
class.”

“You’re sure, Professor?”

“As ever,” she answered shortly.

“Okay, come along, Mister Pettigrew.”

Madam Kloo and Peter walked back up towards the castle then, James wondering how anyone could be
that afraid of heights.

“Okay, class. If you mount your brooms again...this time you shall rise one by one, do a circuit
of the pitch, and come back to me.”

James smiled. This was more like it. He wondered whether McGonagall had ever once played for a
Quidditch team.

“Right, erm...Lily Evans, if you would like to go first?”

***

Lily put a smile on her face for Professor McGonagall, but what she felt inside was much
different. She was afraid of failure, she realised that now. Just as Lily remounted her broom
though, Professor McGonagall changed her mind.

“No, I’ve had a sudden idea. How about we do this in pairs? Lily, if you and Hannah go
first?”

“Fine,” Lily answered, though, in fact, she felt everything but fine. Hannah was really very
good on a broom, whilst Lily didn’t have the first clue. Hannah though, seemed to sense what Lily
was feeling.

“Lil, don’t worry, I’ll go easy on you,” she whispered, smiling.

Lily laughed, “Thanks. You coming then?”

“Yeah, lets show them Slytherins what us Gryffindors are made of.”

Lily never thought she’d feel the way she felt now. She felt as though she wanted to show
everyone what she could do, without even being sure she could do it. She even managed a smile
before mounting her broom, ready to set off.

“Right girls, up to the hoops and around them if you can, and the same this end, and then back
to me. It is not a race, so take your time. Ready?” McGonagall asked.

“Yes,” both answered.

“Okay, GO!”

Lily pushed off the ground with her feet, Hannah doing the same beside her.

“Right, Lily, keep the broom steady, and we’re off . . . rise a little, don’t be too close to
the ground.”

Lily hadn’t realised how easy flying was . . . she smiled again. It was nice not t be on the
ground, to feel the wind flow through her hair at such a speed, and to have Hannah by her side,
making sure nothing went wrong.

“Okay, Lily, we’re going round the hoops, keep your concentration . . . yes, well done!”

***

James watched as Lily and Hannah flew in the air. The pair of them seemed to know what the other
was doing, and if one shifted slightly to the right, then the other would too. It was like . . .
synchronised flying, James laughed to himself.

“James? They’re pretty good aren’t they?” Sirius, who was standing next to James, said.

“Yeah . . . they seem to be reading each others thoughts . . . do you understand me?”

“Yeah . . . probably a girl thing.”

James laughed, “Yeah . . . ”

Lily and Hannah hit the ground just in front of them.

“Hey girls, that was great!” James said.

“Thanks James,” Hannah answered, Lily ignoring him.

“Yeah, well done girls,” Sirius said.

“Thanks,” both girls said. James scowled slightly, but managed to compose himself.

***

“Well done, both of you,” McGonagall said, “Now, who’s next? A Slytherin pair perhaps? Mr
Lestange and . . .?”

“Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy.” The boy who spoke was tall, golden haired, though had dark, menacing
green eyes, Lily noticed. They were so dark . . .so . . .*evil*.

“Yes, Mr Malfoy. Now if you and Mr Lestrange here, care to follow Miss Evans’ and Miss Klein’s
demonstration . . .”

“Oh, I’m sure we’ll do *much* better than what a half-filth and mud-blood have shown. Well,
obviously,” Lestrange said. *No, he didn’t look like the brightest of people*.

James threw the first punch; his reactions were quick . . . perhaps he had been expecting the
taunt against Lily.

A fight broke out then, between the Slytherin and the Gryffindor boys. It was small, and more of
a scuffle, for Professor McGonagall was standing no more than three feet away.

Just as it had begun, it was finished. They suddenly seemed to remember one of the strictest
teachers in the school was watching, and people began moving away from the fight, until only James
and Aaron Lestrange remained. They snarled at each other, and then James looked away from him,
straight to the face of his Head of house.

McGonagall’s mouth was the thinnest James had yet seen it. Her eyes were wild with fury, and
James, who was in her gaze, felt heat radiate from her.

“Mister Potter! *What* do you think you are doing?” Her voice shook slightly.

“Professor,” he answered, trying to find his best position, “err . . . did you here what he
said? What he called Lily-”

“Yes, Mister Potter, my hearing is perfect, thank you very much. What I did not hear, however,
was the reason you decided to begin a fight?”

“I was provoked...nobody treats a Gryffindor like that . . . a friend . . . *friend* like
that, I’m sorry professor, but that’s how I feel.”

***

Lily watched, as the fight broke out. She watched as James stepped forward and hit Lestrange
squarely on the nose for her. *For her*. She listened as James explained that Lestrange’s
vocal attack on Lily had provoked him. Now she watched as Professor McGonagall prepared to
discipline him. He had done it for her...and the warm feeling she felt in her heart for that was
making her smile. She couldn’t believe he cared that much...or maybe . . . *most likely*, he
had done it for Hannah. Yes, Hannah. She scowled at the memory of James smiling at Hannah, and not
her. *Well*, she thought, *I deserve it. I deserve it for being such a cow to James...how
could I have done that? He has only ever tried to be nice to me. And I just threw it back in his
face*. She felt as though she could have hit herself, hard, for being so horrid to James. She
decided to try and make up for it some time. The sooner the better, she concluded.

***

James watched Professor McGonagall’s face as it came to a decision. She didn’t let him see it
coming to a conclusion, or what her conclusion may be, for she felt that he had done wrong, in
trying to be right.

“Well, Mister Potter,” she said, pausing for effect and James admired her for that.

James let his eyes wander for a spilt second to the face of Aaron Lestrange. James could have
laughed at the sight of his once perfect nose. It was now bloodied and bruised. James wondered
whether his own face looked like that, but then, what would it matter? James looked into the face
of the professor once more, and he could have sworn that she smiled at him.

“Mister Potter, I am aware of the traits of Gryffindor. Courage, bravery and chivalry are a few
of them. And for that reason alone, I actually believe you have reasoning behind your actions. Next
time, however, think before you act, or I will come down heavily on you.”

James could have jumped in the air at the escaping of punishment. He had just hit a boy in the
face, and got away, free.

“Mister Lestrange however,” her voice turned suddenly cold. “You provoked James and every other
Gryffindor student in the cowardly act of prejudicing against Miss Evans and Miss Klein here. And
for that, I believe a twenty-point deduction from Slytherin is in order, and a detention with me,
tomorrow evening.”

James smile grew, if possible, even wider. But Lestrange deserved it all, the prat. The horrid,
despicable prat.

***

Lily watched as James and Sirius took to the air. James flew higher, and more skilfully than
Sirius, doing at least two loops on his way around the pitch. And at the home straight, the pair of
them raced towards McGonagall, James beating Sirius by a head, landing right in front of the
professor.

“Hello, professor,” he said cheerfully as he dismounted his broom. The professor smiled, Lily
noticed. James really had a way with people.

“Well done to the pair of you, that was excellent. Now, who is next?”

***

James smiled, and made his way back to where he had been standing. It had been nice to get back
into the air again and nice too, to beat Sirius.

“Mate, that was brilliant,” Sirius said, slightly out of breath, walking to James’ side.

“I know, was loads of fun, wasn’t it?”

“No, I didn’t mean that. I meant you’re flying. You were awesome!”

“Oh . . .” James couldn’t help but smile, “you weren’t too bad yourself.”

“Ha ha, you beat me, don’t you remember?”

“Yes, but I’m the best player here . . .so you did good to keep up with me!”

James winked to show Sirius he was joking. “Yeah, mate! Don’t worry, I’m sure we’ll get your
head through the castle doors *some*how.”

The pair of them laughed as they turned to watch another Slytherin pair take to the air.

***

Lily watched as James and Sirius laughed about something. This was Lily’s chance, she guessed.
She walked slowly up towards James, trying to look as calm as she could.

“Mister Potter?” she said, when he was within earshot.

James turned to see Lily standing there.

“Yes, Lily . . . I mean, Miss Evans?” James questioned.

“Um . . . could I have a word?”

“Sure.” He looked back to Sirius, who winked at him, and then turned back to Lily and walked
towards her. “What’s up?”

“I err . . .I wanted to apologise.”

“About what?” James asked, a slight smile appearing on his face.

“About . . . treating you so horrible. I don’t even know why I did. Well, I wanted to say sorry.
And . . . err . . .thanks for hitting Lestrange, even if I don’t believe in violence. Oh, and
thanks for calling me your friend even when I’ve been such a-”

“Lily?” James said, stopping her mid flow.

“Erm . . . yes?”

“It’s okay.”

Lily smiled, blushing slightly. “Thanks.”

“Sure. All in a days work for Mr. Potter here. Or *James*, I much rather being called
that.”

Lily laughed, “Okay, *James*.”

***

It seemed as though a friendship had been made. Perhaps a friendship so strong that it was more
of a connection. Perhaps not. It was evident, however, that James and Lily had become friends. They
had learned how to actually be civil towards each other, sharing a joke or two, and actually
managing to say the occasional “hello” if they passed in the hallway. Everyone had noticed, and it
all stemmed from the Quidditch lessons they had shared. And James, more so than Lily, was grateful.
He was grateful to actually have the chance to speak to the girl, for once, and not have his head
bitten off in return.

James sat in Charms, in his usual seat next to Sirius, watching the redhead as she worked. He
watched as her head tilted back and fore ever so slightly as she wrote her notes. He watched as she
paused for thought and then continued to write. He watched all the little things she did- the way
she crossed and uncrossed her legs, the way she brushed her hair out of her face subconsciously,
and the little smile that appeared every so often at the corners of her mouth. He was almost in
some sort of trance. Until-

“JAMES? EARTH TO JAMES?” Sirius called.

“Whoa? Sirius?” James was brought back to his senses, and realised that half the class was
looking in his direction.

“James?” Sirius said, lowering his voice considerably, “You okay? I’ve been calling you for the
last thirty seconds . . .”

“Yeah . . .I’m fine. Was just thinking, that’s all.”

“Okay . . . ” Sirius said, though not totally convinced that he friend wasn’t insane.

***

Lily sat up in bed that night, slowly brushing her hair, deep in thought. Maybe James wasn’t as
bad as she first believed. Maybe she had just seen his bad side...until today. Maybe he was a nice
guy . . . *maybe .* . . She guessed that only time would tell, and decided that there was no
point in dwelling on it. And with that thought, she fell asleep.

***

James got out of bed, fully clothed, and reached into his suitcase. The invisibility cloak . . .
he still hadn’t used it. Well, tonight was his night. He lifted out the cloak and wrapped it over
his shoulders. He walked towards the mirror just to make sure that the cloak was working, and when
he saw it was as he couldn’t see his reflection in it, he left the dormitory, as quietly as he
could.

Just as he almost fell out of the portrait hole, James tried to decide where he would go. He was
invisible to the whole school, and he thought of all the possibilities now open to him...it took
his breath away.

“Who’s there?” A voice called.

James’ heart skipped a beat. Someone knew he was there. But then he understood. The Fat Lady.
James must have made a bit of a noise when he fell out of her portrait. So James held his breath,
and quietly, silently, crept away.

He must have walked for a while. Occasionally he opened a door or two that he had not visited
before. Most of them turned out to be closets, or unused classrooms. But every now and again, James
would come across a room that was of some interest. The first was a room full of photographs.
Photographs all over the walls, and a few scattered over the floor. When he stepped inside to
investigate further, to get a closer look at the pictures that were moving slightly...some waving,
and others doing their own thing, James found he could not. No matter how many steps he took, he
was still outside the classroom. After five minutes of scratching his head, he found he still could
not fathom why he could not get inside. So he shrugged, and closed the door, before moving on.

After travelling for another half an hour or so, he found himself outside the Great Hall. James
smiled, and decided to walk down a set of stone steps that he had never been down. He travelled
through a long corridor lit by a few lamps, and where the walls were dotted with a few portraits
that stared in James’ direction, before reaching the end of the corridor, which ended with a
portrait of a bowl of fruit. “*How odd*,” James thought. He was certain that there was
something behind the portrait, because corridors don’t normally end on a dead end. James smiled at
his own brilliance. Now he had to figure out just how to get the portrait to open.

James yawned. He decided that it wasn’t best to try and figure out that tonight for it was
already very late, and he had classes in the morning. So he smiled once more, before travelling
back up the stone staircase, and then followed the familiar route from the Great Hall, back to the
common room.

***

Lily opened her eyes slowly. The sun was creeping through her half-closed curtains. She yawned
quietly and sat up in her bed. She had been having such a wonderful dream, though the details
escaped her now. But she still smiled as she could remember that it had been a lovely dream.

She looked around the room to see that the rest of her roommates were still asleep, behind
curtains of their own. Lily had always been a light sleeper, and never slept for long, just as her
father was.

Lily pulled herself from her bed, and walked towards the window. How she loved to just look out
there, at the castle’s grounds that were especially beautiful at this time of the year. The leaves
on the trees were turning to reds and oranges, and they looked so pretty. Lily loved the autumn
colours, just as much as she loved to see the trees budding in the spring.

Lily dressed quietly, pulling her robes over her head, and then absentmindedly brushed her long
auburn hair in front of the long mirror that stood in the corner of the room. The mirror had a
silver frame, and was rather elegant. Lily liked this mirror a lot, for she had never before been
able to see her whole reflection at any one time, but with this mirror she could. There was also
the fact that this mirror gave advice to its user.

“Aah, you have lovely hair dear, leave it down today, so that others can admire its beauty.”

“But it gets in the way when I’m working . . .”

“Just for a change dear?”

“Okay,” Lily smiled at the mirror. She was in one of those moods that only came around once
every so often. She was rather a stubborn person, but today she was easily persuaded.

***

James groggily arose from his bed and wandered around the room, picking up odd bits of his
clothing. It was a wonder how boys managed to keep their room this way- what Sirius called an
“organised pig sty”.

“Hello mate,” James said to the only other person conscious in his room.

“Morning,” Remus said, yawning. James noticed, as Remus did so, that his friend looked rather
pale.

“Rem? You okay? You don’t look very good.”

“I’m fine . . . just feeling a little sick . . .”

“Perhaps you should go see the matron? Madam Pomfrey I think she’s called.”

“Well, see how I feel later.”

“Okay.”

***

After a comment or two on how magnificent her hair looked flowing past her shoulders from the
three girls sharing Lily’s dormitory, Lily decided that she would take the mirrors’ advice and
leave it down. Once all four girls had showered and dressed, they made their way, together, down to
the Great Hall.

Lily walked through the great oak doors, running her fingers through her hair one last time
before striding across the hall without a glance in any direction other than where she was
headed.

Plenty of others in the hall however, turned their heads to gaze in Lily’s direction. She was
suddenly recognised to be rather pretty; her long auburn hair complimented those powerful emerald
eyes perfectly, and her walk was now confident, more pronounced somehow. She held herself
differently, all tall and high. It seemed amazing that someone could change so much overnight. She
looked fantastic.

***

James was sitting at the breakfast table with Remus, Sirius and Peter, who Remus and James had
somehow managed to get out of bed.

“So, James, you done that essay for McGonagall?” Remus asked.

“Erm . . . no, I’m thinking up an excuse,” James answered, his eyes looking mischievous.

“Yeah, me too.” Sirius said. They both looked at each other, trying their best to come up with a
plan that would cover the pair of them.

“Well, it better be good for McGonagall to let you get away with it,” Remus said, rolling his
eyes. For as little as they had known McGonagall, they had found her to be strict and rather
severe, especially when it came to homework that had not been completed.

“Yeah, we know,” answered James.

His last words sounded loudly, across the suddenly quiet hall. James turned around to see what
had caused the mouths of so many to close, when he realised why they had done so.

A girl, a beautiful girl, *no, an angel*, was walking the hall, heading straight for James.
He was awestruck, she looked . . .incredible. Suddenly James realised he recognised the angel. That
long hair, that beautiful long auburn hair, and those eyes . . .they belonged to only one . .
.*Lily*.

***

Lily raised her eyes as she reached the Gryffindor table. She saw James, Sirius and Remus
looking at her, while Peter reverted his eyes. Remus was smiling his polite smile, Sirius winked in
her direction, and James, well, James looking almost gormless with his mouth hanging open. Remus
seemed to notice that James was looking pretty brainless, for Lily saw him kick James under the
table, and James, in reaction, removed his eyes from Lily, closed his mouth, and look at Remus in
an accusing manner. Remus jerked his head slightly in Lily’s direction, and then James finally
understood that Remus was stopping him from looking like an idiot.

Lily smiled slightly, and took her seat next to Remus, who smiled once more. Her three friends
sat next to Peter, where there was room.

“Good morning, Lily, Bethany, Hannah, Stacey,” he said.

“Hello Remus, James,” Lily said, nodding in his direction.

“Hi Miss Lily,” James replied. “How...how are you this beautiful morning?” he recovered.

“I’m very well, thank you,” Lily smiled again. James loved that smile of hers. He realised he
was staring again, and so he moved his eyes, them landing this time on Hannah.

“And you Hannah? How art thou?” James asked, with a wink.

“Thou art incredibly well, thanking you,” Hannah replied, playing along with James.

“Very well,” he nodded back. “Lets eat then, shall we?”

“Lets,” both girls replied with a smile.

***

Remus smiled at the two girls sitting in front of him.

“Lovely morning,” he said.

“Yeah,” Stacey answered, “Almost as lovely as our Lily.”

“Yeah,” Sirius replied, looking over at Lily, “She does look a little more radiant this morning.
Is this your doing girls?”

“Partly,” Bethany replied. “There’s a talking mirror in our room see, and it told her to leave
her hair down this morning. She asked our opinion, and we agreed. It’s amazing the effect it has
though.” She looked over to her friend, who was smiling and enjoying a little cereal.

“And then there’s you two, who look lovely every morning,” Remus continued.

Both girls laughed, a red tinge appearing on their cheeks.

“Thanks Remus,” they both replied.

***

Breakfast was over too quickly for James. He could have stared into those eyes of Lily’s for
hours, days even. But when the bell rang, he knew he could do so no longer.

“Lets go then,” he said, “McGonagall won’t be too happy if we turn up late.”

“Yeah, and you and Sirius don’t want her in a bad mood with you do you?” Remus added,
smiling.

“Ha ha, no, I guess not.”

The group of Gryffindors headed towards the Transfiguration classroom then, as the rest of the
hall made their way to their various lessons.

Sirius and James walked slightly behind the others however, trying in vain to come up with a
story for McGonagall.

“-She’ll never believe you the merpeople came up in the middle of the night and took it off your
bedside table, Sirius,” James said, laughing.

“She *might*.”

“No, I think we need another one.”

“Um...how about we transfigured it into a quill by mistake?”

“Sirius? This is *McGonagall*, not some jumped up teacher.”

“Well, FINE, you come up with an idea!”

“Lily nicked it?” was the first thing that came into James’ head.

“And HOW did she get up into our dormitory?”

“Um...I dunno.”

***

“Sit please,” McGonagall’s voice requested as they entered the classroom. James and Sirius
parked themselves towards the back of the class, Remus and Peter sitting at the desk next to them,
Lily and Hannah nearer the front. “Please get out your essays and your wands. Today shall be a
practical lesson,” she said.

Everybody began rifling through their bags looking for their essays, and, James and Sirius stood
out like sore thumbs when they didn’t move.

“Mr. Potter? Mr. Black? Did you not hear me?” came McGonagall’s stern voice.

“Erm . . . we did hear you professor,” Sirius answered tentatively.

“Well? Why aren’t you doing as I asked?”

“Well . . .” James began, “see professor, the thing is-”

“Oh, hang on, let me sit down, for I fear I may have fallen asleep by the end of this.” She sat
on the chair behind her desk, “Now, continue.” Her eyes narrowed. James looked at her stern face;
he couldn’t lie to that. He just couldn’t.

“Professor? If I may, can I continue James’ speech? You see, last night, just as we were about
to do the essay you had set us, we heard a loud noise coming from outside the portrait. Being the
brave Gryffindors,” Sirius said, winking at the rest of the class who had craned their necks around
to listen, “James and I went out to investigate. Well, we followed the noise out towards the Great
Hall, and then from there . . . from there . . .”

“From there, we followed it down some stone steps and through a corridor until it ended with a
portrait of a bowl of fruit. I know this sounds really suspicious professor, but it’s true, there
is a place in the school like that, right? Well, when we got back, it was really, really late. And
we know we aren’t meant to be up past midnight, so being the good boys we are,” it was James’ turn
to wink at the crowd, “we went to sleep. So as you can see professor . . .”

“As you can see, we did it all for the safety of the Gryffindor House. Who *knows* what
that noise could be?” Sirius finished. Now they had to wait for the verdict of McGonagall. Stern as
she was, James was sure he could see the beginnings of a smile playing on the line she called a
mouth.

“*Well*, Mister Potter, Mister Black,” she paused once more, “That is your excuse for not
doing the essay I set?”

“It is professor,” James answered.

“Well, I’m afraid I don’t believe a word of your story.”

James and Sirius sat, shocked, in silence.

“However, your story indeed describes the scene well, and unless I am mistaken, there is indeed
the corridor you described within the walls of the castle. So, this time, I shall give you an extra
day to complete the essay, but I want it on my desk first thing tomorrow morning, is that
clear?”

James smiled, and nodded.

“Good. And please, don not try and save the Gryffindor house from house-elves again,” she said,
a faint twinkle in her eyes. “Now, today, we will be learning how to transfigure a feather, into a
paperweight . . .”

James spent the rest of the lesson smiling a silly grin. That was the second time he had got
away from trouble without a punishment. Luck was obviously on his side, he thought.

His eyes moved onto the redhead seated a row in front of him. She looked so pretty today, he
decided. Pretty she always was, but today, more than normal. He guessed it had something to do with
the way she her hair this morning. The way it flowed past her shoulders so elegantly. And it set
off her eyes too, *those emerald eyes that were so special*.

***

Lily packed her bag when the bell rang, and turned her head to see James looking at her. He
smiled and then removed his gaze. *No,* she thought, *He’s not as bad as I thought.*

Lily walked down to Care of Magical Creatures class with Hannah at her side, the four Gryffindor
boys ahead of them.

“So Lily,” Hannah said, “you and James seem a little more friendly.” She smiled slightly.

“What? We . . . we do?” Lily hadn’t realised that to the outside world, now that she wasn’t
biting James’ head off every five minutes, they did seem a ‘little more friendly’.

“Yeah,” Hannah replied, “I mean, you’re not angry with him anymore are you?”

“No, I guess I’ve given up being angry with him for something so trivial.”

“I’m glad you two made up,” she said. *Yes*, Lily thought, *it was nice not to be at
James’ throat all day long*. She looked at the back of his head, and smiled.

***

Professor Yuban took the Care of Magical Creatures class. The Gryffindors had Care of Magical
Creatures with the Slytherin’s, and James sneered at Snape and Lestrange when their eyes met.
Professor Yuban was very tall, had cropped grey hair, and shining blue eyes. He was probably one of
the most social of teachers.

“Good morning class,” he began, “How are we all?” He looked around at the class, some of whom
were yawning loudly. “Why, are we tired? It’s,” he consulted his watch, “eleven-thirty. None of you
should be tired at this time. I have been up since six this morning, what *is* it with the
youngsters of today?” he said, shaking his head. “Got a pretty boring lesson for you all today, we
have to study Flobberworms I’m afraid.”

James groaned loudly.

“Yes,” he said nodding towards James, “I know Mister Potter, but unfortunately, I don’t make the
syllabus.”

Sirius winked a James; *this was a teacher they could have fun with*.

“So anyway, Flobberworms, who can give me one of their characteristics?”

Lily raised her hand.

“Miss Evans?”

“Flobberworms have no teeth. They also-”

“Well done dear, five points to Gryffindor. Now, because these creatures are so darn boring,
I’ve placed about fifty of them in that paddock over there,” he said, pointing over to a boggy
field no more than ten meters I front of them. “All you have to do is retrieve as many as you can.
Ten house points to the person with the most Flobberworms at the end of it. GO!” he shouted, and
the class entered the paddock, and began running around after the Flobberworms, which were actually
proving very easy to find, as they made no effort to hide from the students.

James and Sirius decided to make some fun. They both walked around the paddock, heads down,
apparently in search for the Flobberworms. While, in reality, when a Slytherin student’s back was
turned to them, one of the pair would whip out his wand, and make a fellow student trip over, and
then begin laughing hysterically at the Slytherin on the floor. The professor, who was paying no
attention to the class, stared absentmindedly at the lake in the distance, and therefore saw none
of James and Sirius’ antics.

Within five minutes, James and Sirius had had most of the Slytherins on their back. Snape and
Lestrange, were the only two left standing. James, pointing his wand at Snape, and Sirius, his on
Lestrange, winked at each other, and sent the Tickling Charm on the pair of them.

It took a second before the Charm worked, but work it did. Within five seconds, Snape and
Lestrange were rolling on the floor, both bursting with laughter, and holding their stomachs. After
completely covering the pair of them with mud that the paddock was full of, did James and Sirius
lift the curse. And when they did, the pair of Slytherins rose from the ground looking almost
murderous.

“Can’t we take a bit of fun?” Sirius asked, a twinkle in his eye.

“Rolling about in mud, Black,” said a red-faced Lestrange, while advancing on to Sirius, “is
*not* what I call fun.”

“It’s not? Oh . . . well I’ll try and remember that for next time,” Sirius raised his voice,
“Professor?”

Professor Yuban looked around startled. “Erm . . . yes Mister Black?”

“I was wondering . . . how long we are going to be collecting these ‘damn boring’ creatures.
It’s just I think we’ve got them all by now.”

“Oh yes, good point Mister Black. Come along class, let’s count up.”

Sirius looked at Lestrange, whose face had suddenly turned a bright red.

“Oh well lads, I guess we’ll have to catch up later. James?”

“Coming . . .” James replied, throwing a grin in the direction of Snape.

~*~

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