: I own nothing but the plot and any characters you don't recognise. All hail Queen Rowling!
“So, how was your detention with Potter?” Bliss asked as I [sleep]walked into the common room at midnight. I shook my head.
“Way more boring than I expected,” I droned. “Potter didn’t throw a single note, make one stupid noise or even try and get out early. Something is WRONG with that boy,” I concluded. Bliss laughed. We were the only two people in the common room; Bliss had been reading in an armchair as I walked in.
“Remus says he’s ‘turned over a new leaf’,” She replied. “Well, actually, he then said that he’s pretty much the same as always – but he wants to become an auror, so he’s working really hard.” I was taken aback.
“That sounds quite ambitious, for Potter. But I guess we’re leaving in two years . . . it’s probably time to start thinking about what we want to do with our lives . . .” As I was dwelling on this thought, James entered through the portrait hole.
“Hey Bliss, Evans,” he greeted us with a smile. He carried on walking through the common room but stopped as he reached the steps to the boys’ dorms and turned around. “Hey, Evans, can I borrow your notes from today’s lesson? Padfoot burned mine.” I snorted with laughter.
“Why did he do that?”
“He thinks I’m working too hard.” I laughed out loud.
“That is not something I would ever have thought to hear about you,” I said truthfully. He nodded his head, a big grin on his face.
“To be honest, me neither,” he replied. “So the notes?” I nodded and reached into my pocket, pulled out my notebook and chucked it across the room to him. He caught it in one hand (all those years of being Gryffindor seeker).
“Thanks Evans. See you in the morning,” he said with one last smile and disappeared up the stairs. I paused for a second, and then turned around to face Bliss again. She had a big, stupid smile on her face.
“What?” I asked. She smiled even broader.
“Ooh!” she said secretively.
“What??” I pushed.
“Nothing,” she said annoyingly. She shut her book, stood up and headed towards the stairs. I followed her. “Except there is something in the air that tells me big things are going to be happening this year,” she finished. I followed her up the stairs.
“Like what? Please tell me! Come on; stop acting like a kid with a secret,” I pleaded. She grinned to herself and walked into our dorm.
“Jazz! Bliss won’t tell me her secret!” I whined, not unlike a child.
“Ooh! Tell me!” Jazz got off her bed and ran over to Bliss, who whispered in her ear for about thirty seconds. Jazz was grinning the same stupid grin by the end of it.
“Why won’t either of you tell me?” I moaned.
“Night Lily,” called Bliss and the lights went out.
I sighed and turned to my bed, but paused beside the bedside table. My jewellery box was glimmering in the moonlight shining in through the window. I stepped tentatively towards it and lifted the lid. A silver chain lay at the bottom of it, reflected in the mirror inside the lid. I picked it up and turned it over in my hands.
Couldn’t hurt, right? Wasn’t like it meant anything.
I sat down on my bed and fastened the bracelet around my wrist, the cold metal against my skin making me shiver slightly.
It didn’t mean anything.
I took a good, long look at Sirius. That boy confused me to no end. For the first five years of school he single-handedly dated his way through the entire female student body. Well not quite, but he did have quite a few girlfriends. People seemed to think that he went out with everyone, but there were very few people he actually called his girlfriend. But this year, he’d only been going out with one girl, way past the cut-off point he and James had established.
Her name was Dorcas Meadowes.
She had black, curly hair, which I really envied. It was beautiful. It contrasted with the milky-white of her skin but this just made her more beautiful. Her eyes were large and almond shaped, a deep blue colour. But the thing was; she was one of the quietest girls in our year. I mean, I’d never spoken to her before this year. She had a bunch of friends, of which she seemed to be the most popular, but around the Marauders and my friends she just seemed to shut up completely. Sirius never went out with the quiet girls. He always went for the bubbly, outgoing types (although they tended to be . . . “not nice” to other girls. For want of a better phrase).
So as James flew and dived and soared around the pitch for the audience’s amusement, during the biggest Quidditch match of the year (Gryffindor v Slytherin), I sat staring at Sirius and Dorcas. Sirius had his arm around her, and she was nestled into his shoulder. They both looked so . . . happy. I couldn’t help but wonder what had brought two so completely different people together.
“Stop staring at them! People are going to think you’re jealous,” Jazz called over the shouts of the crowd.
“I’m not jealous, I just don’t get it,” I replied, embarrassed that that was how I’d come across.
“AND POTTER’S SEEN THE SNITCH!” yelled the commentator. A roar went up from the Gryffindor stands and everybody was screaming and cheering as James dived for the snitch.
“GO POTTER!” I screamed, but could barely be heard above everyone else’s shouts. James was diving vertically towards the ground. His hand reached out towards the glimmer of gold. He was getting dangerously close to the ground now. His hand closed around the golden snitch… and then punched into the ground as he landed head first in the dirt. His broom split straight up the middle and he rolled over several times in the dust and lay still.
“Prongs!” Sirius exclaimed. He got up and leapt over the side of the stands (we were on the front row). Bliss and Jazz had both called “James!” at the same time as I inhaled sharply. We all followed suite and ran up to James across the pitch. He wasn’t far from where we were sitting and Madam Pomfrey apparated just as we arrived. Remus and Peter were walking quickly across the pitch to where we were standing.
I looked at James on the ground. His eyes were closed and he looked so peaceful.
“And here we have the Marauders and their female counterparts on the pitch!” called the commentator gleefully. I smiled in spite of the situation.
“Back off please, he’s just knocked out, he’ll be okay,” Madam Pomfrey warned us. She muttered a spell and he jerked back to life suddenly, coughing.
“Ugh . . . my mouth is full of dirt . . .” was the first thing he said. We all laughed.
“Let me help you. Scourgify!” I called and pointed my wand at his face. Soap bubbles immediately began to froth from his mouth as he coughed and spat them out.
“Thank you, Evans,” he said sarcastically and spat yet more soap on the ground. “Now I’ll be tasting soap all day.”
“Better than dirt,” I replied with my eyebrows raised. He pretended to look put out but I caught his eye and he smiled.
Is it wrong that I got a funny feeling in my stomach?
“Please, kids, save your flirting for off
the pitch,” said Madam Pomfrey.
“What! We weren’t-” I began to object.
“Off the pitch please, all of you, he’s going to be fine.” Madam Pomfrey had a knowing smile on her face. She was only a few years out of Hogwarts; still quite young. I was about to object again when Jazz pushed me hard in the back and she and Bliss frogmarched me from the pitch.
“I wasn’t – I was just-” I continued to protest.
“Yes, Lily, of course, shut up,” Jazz said.
A/N: I know James was actually a chaser, but I didn't know when I wrote this and it was a bit late to change it. (JK said so in an interview). So anyways, as always, please leave a review!