A.N.-Sorry, few fans of Depression. I don't know when I'll update, I'm really suffering from writer's block on that particular story, and it's getting very frustrating! But I'm still a big Lily and James fan, and I'm really in the Christmas spirit! So happy holidays! P.s.- please review, I know it's a pain, but count it as a Christmas present to your respective marauder, Padfoot. And ProngsGirl, reviewing is hardly an e-mail!
Christmas is a time to put all differences aside, and I had, for the most part. But as festive as I was, when I woke to find my beautiful flaming hair a bright red and green, the Marauders where in for it!
"Potter! Black! What is this?" I shouted, taking no notice of the many people watching their head girl screaming at the top of her lungs, hair dyed green and red. The two Marauders still remaining for the holidays, James Potter and Sirius Black, sat in the corner, one gaping at my hair, the other wearing his stripped pajamas and a smile. James seemed innocent of this prank. Sirius held his trademark smirk in place as he innocently shook his few presents.
" I have no idea! Prongs, what do you think?" Hearing his friend call him that pointless nickname must've brought James out of his reverie, for now he sat there smiling in malice.
" It looks good on you, Evans." James replied to my glare, wearing a smirk almost identical to Black's. I ran my hands through my hair, glaring. James had gotten over his crush on me sometime in the beginning of the year, and now hated me properly. And I was starting to wonder if that was what I really wanted.
"Change it back, Black." I retorted, angry for falling for yet another prank. I would have to remember to jinx the Girl's Dormitory stairs, if boys could waltz into the dormitory that easily. We were some of the few people left in the Gryffindor common room, as many had gone home for the holidays.
"It's a simple spell, Lily flower, dear, and a gift. It suits you nicely, and I'm not changing it back!"
" It's only Christmas Eve, don't you dare open those presents!" I screamed, my voice growing horse. I could forgive Severus Snape for the holidays, I could forget any harm done by Remus Lupin, but Potter and Black were really too much. They ignored me and returned to their previous conversation, about some stupid prank they would pull. But as I listened to the details of the prank, it didn't sound as though the Head Boy should even think about this one! It sounded like it was worse than the normal hair dye and levitation. It could harm not only the victim; it could harm the person casting the spell. And if they used their usual victim, I was their target. Idiots.
"Padfoot?" I called out to the dark. We had planned on locking Evans in the secret room behind the tapestry of Davis the Dumbest on the third floor, but Sirius hadn't showed. I almost felt guilty about forcing anyone, even Evans, into a room with Snivellus on Christmas Eve, but it would be my revenge for all the perfectly good pranks she had ruined. Eager to get this prank over with before I felt the guilt, I called out to the darkness again.
"Sirius?" I called uncertainly, as I saw movement in the dark.
"Potter?" Her voice sounded like an angel's in the night, but I quickly shut-up and composed myself. Wanting to find Sirius and make sure he was covered by the invisibility cloak, before the power-hungry Head Girl gave us both a detention, I wandered un-seen into the small room behind the tapestry. Unfortunately, I ran strait into Evans, and just as I heard the heavy wooden door slam shut behind me.
"PADFOOT!" I called out angrily as I ran right into Lily Evans. I could hear my best friend cackling behind the door.
" `Tis the Season, Prongs!" I heard him call from behind the locked door.
"We're doing you a favor!" More mad cackling issued from behind the door as I pondered what my best friend said.
"WE?" I howled, not understanding who could've helped him pull this off.
"Black owes me a good deal of money for this." Came Sinvellus's oily and greasy voice, and I felt ready to vomit.
"You enlisted Severus Snape?" I ask in disbelief. Of all the people to help Sirius pull a prank, Snape was the last one I expected.
"It was supposed to be Moony, because it had to be someone who could pin her after her meeting with the younger prefects, but he went home for Christmas, so I had to find someone on short notice!" Sirius retorted as I continued to hit the door with my fists.
"And what exactly is the point behind this prank?" Lily asks, speaking for the first time from the other side of the room.
"Excellent question, Evans. By the time you two are allowed out, go old Prongs will be back to normal, and I can "rest in piece."" Sirius replied evenly, his laughter finally gone from his voice. "Jamsie, ever since you gave up on Evans at the start of term your grades have dropped, you don't sleep, and you needlessly complain! You don't even put any heart into your pranks anymore. So this way, Evan can fix whatever she's done to you, and you can move on." Needless to say, I was pissed. I mean, it's wonderful that my best friend cares, but honestly, there's more reasonable ways to work the problems out of my relationship with Lily than this. I glared sullenly at the door, as if by glaring at it the door would open. I heard Sirius give a final "Merry Christmas Prongs!" And walk away, and heard Lily mutter "Lumos." The room suddenly lit up, and I saw the angry look on her face.
"Hey, this was not my idea, and it certainly isn't my fault!" I declare looking her strait in the eye. Her really determined, really beautiful glass-green eyes. Bloody hell.
"I don't care whose fault it is, get me out!" Lily exclaimed, as angry as I was. Did I ever mention she looks even prettier when she's angry? I smile at her, as innocent as possible for me.
"As much as I would love to share Christmas Eve with you too, I agree completely with you on this one." I shot back. But it was no good. Until I admitted to her and myself that I still cared for her we were stuck.
A.N.- I'm sorry again, that the chapter's so short, but I'm suffering from writer's block on this particular story. Don't worry, I promise it'll end well; I just have to get it there. Happy Holidays!