Disclaimer: A lot of this story isn’t mine. Just the plot and the characters you don’t recognize.
Pranks and Problems
“Prongsie!” Sirius’ voice suddenly rang out, “Time to wake up!” James grumbled and I pulled the covers over my head, trying to block out Sirius. Unfortunately for me however, this prevented him from noticing that I was there, and he suddenly launched himself onto the bed to wake James up, and landed right on top of me.
“Black!” I cried in pain as his elbow dug into my back, “Get off of me!”
“Oops, didn’t see you there Red,” he said with an apologetic smile, not sounding the least bit surprised to find me there, before rolling off of me and wedging himself in between me and James, who had fallen back asleep. Grumbling angrily at Sirius, I pulled myself into an upright position before glaring down at him.
“Was that completely necessary?” I asked him bitterly, stretching a little as I sat up, but he ignored me as he suddenly stood up and began bouncing up and down on the bed.
“Padfoot,” James moaned, grabbing his pillow from beneath his head and swinging it blindly in an attempt to hit his best friend, but only succeeded in walloping me in the face with it.
“James!” I yelled angrily and he finally sat up, an apologetic smile on his face.
“Sorry Love,” he said before pecking me on the cheek and I sighed, quickly forgiving him. Satisfied, he turned back to Sirius, who was still bouncing about, and suddenly reached out and grabbed one of his legs. Sirius tumbled ungracefully to the floor and James smirked down at him. “I’m up,” he said happily grinning cheekily down at his friend.
“Well good,” Sirius said, standing up and brushing himself off, “because do you know what were doing today Prongs?” he asked, his eyes glinting mischievously and James suddenly gasped and leapt out of the bed.
“Operation Gryffindor!” he yelled excitedly before exchanging a high five with Sirius and I rolled my eyes.
“As exciting as that sounds,” I said with a sigh, getting up out of bed and putting my hands on my hips, “it had better not take all day. We, and that means you too Sirius, along with everyone else, are spending the day together. It’s our last day here and we will make the best of it.”
“No worries Flower,” James said, coming over and wrapping an arm around my waist, pulling me closer to plant a kiss on the top of my head. “We’ll have plenty of time.”
“Fine,” I agreed, “but if you four land yourselves in detention on our last day ever at Hogwarts, there will be hell to pay.”
“Yes, Dear,” they both replied in unison and I rolled my eyes before pecking James on the cheek and returning to my own room. After getting dressed, I sighed, looking around my messy room, and began picking up the random articles of clothing from the floor and attempting to throw them into my trunk, but missing frequently.
“Gee Lils, forget about healing, you should become a basketball player,” came Taylor’s voice suddenly. I turned around to see her and Stacy standing in the doorway and stuck my tongue out at her.
“What kind of player?” Stacy asked, looking bemused.
“Don’t worry about it Stace,” I said, waving a careless hand at her before shuffling over to my trunk and picking up all the clothes that had not reached their target.
“So what are we doing today?” Taylor asked, kicking one of my robes over to me.
“Well,” I said, throwing it in my trunk then trying to close the lid, “the boys are pulling some huge last prank thing , “ I grumbled, now plopping down on the top of my trunk in attempt to force it shut, but it wouldn’t budge, “ and then were spending the rest of the day just wandering around together I guess.”
“Alright, sounds good. Let’s go get some breakfast,” Stacy said, jerking her thumb towards the door, “Just leave the trunk, the elves will get it,” she added, noticing my struggles.
“I just feel bad making them-” I mumbled, looking sadly down at my trunk, before Stacy interrupted me.
“Don’t, they love it Lils, trust me,” she said before grabbing my hand and pulling me up. Sighing, I allowed her and Taylor to drag me down to breakfast.
“So, any idea what this big prank is supposed to be?” Taylor asked me as we took our seats at the Gryffindor table.
“No idea,” I replied with a shrug right before a loud shot rang out though the hall. Everyone whipped around in their seats towards the source of the noise and gasped when we saw that everyone that had been sitting at the Slytherin table now had an entirely red complexion, golden robes, and hats with roaring lion heads perched on top, and they all had stood up onto the tables and began tap dancing.
That was not all that happened however, suddenly someone screamed and all heads turned to where they were pointing, at the giant squid that had apparently crawled up on shore and was now hurling things through the open windows. The objects thrown by the squid turned out to be fireworks for when they were flying threw the air they exploded in a beautiful mess of colours. With another loud bang the Marauders suddenly whisked past the squid and through the windows on their broomsticks, and did a couple of victory laps around the hall before landing on the head table, directly in front of Dumbledore, and began bowing to the scene of chaos beneath them.
“They are totally getting detention,” I grumbled, shaking my head, before getting out of my seat and marching angrily towards the four of them. When James spotted me he donned a huge grin, hopped on his broom again and flew towards me. As he grew nearer I could see the spark of mischief in his eyes and immediately realized what he was planning to do. “Don’t you dare!” I yelled up at him but he just kept grinning and scooped me up as he whizzed by. “James!” I screamed, clinging onto him for dear life but he just laughed, and did a couple of loop-de-loops before bringing us back down to the ground.
“So what did you think?” he asked me when we touched down and I immediately began smacking him, but to no avail as he just smirked. I ceased my slapping are glared up at him but he ignored me and his smile widened when he saw that Professor McGonagall was coming towards us.
“Potter, Evans, report to the headmaster’s office immediately,” she said, fuming. My jaw dropped; how was I getting in trouble for this?!
“Professor!” I cried, but she silenced me with a cold stare and then pointed towards the doors.
“Minnie, Lily had nothing to do with it!” James tried but she ignored him and just kept pointing her finger. I know it’s stupid, but not being one to get in trouble very often, I wasn’t used to being yelled at. Just the thought of Dumbledore’s disappointed face brought tears to my eyes and I began to wring my hands nervously. “Don’t worry Lils, this is completely ridiculous. Dumbledore won’t punish you for something that you didn’t do,” James said, noticing my behaviour and wrapping an arm around my waist, but I pushed him away.
“This is all your fault,” I glowered up at him through watery eyes, “this is the worst thing that could have possibly happened today. This is how I will always remember my last day at Hogwarts, serving my first ever detention,” I wailed, but James just took my hand and refused to let it go when I tried to tug it away.
“Calm down Flower,” he said, giving my hand a squeeze, “you aren’t going to get in trouble.”
“But-” I tried before he cut me off.
“You trust me, right?” he asked, looking down at me, his eyes burning into mine.
“Well, of course but-” I told him in the same tone as I would if he had asked me if the sky was blue.
“Then don’t worry, everything will be fine,” he shrugged, interrupting me again and I sighed, slightly pacified against my will.
When we reached Dumbledore’s office my anger had evaporated and now I was just anxious. To be honest, now that I was thinking more clearly, I found it hard to believe that Dumbledore would punish even the Marauders on our last day; he had always had a soft spot for their pranks. So then why did he want me there? “Ah, good, take a seat please,” he said, looking up from his desk as we filed in to his office.
“Sir, Lily had nothing to do with this. She was in no way involved in the planning of this prank,” James insisted and Dumbledore just smiled.
“I assure you, James, that I was never under that impression,” he promised, before his smile faded slightly. “Unfortunately, I called you all here for a much more serious matter.” This caused James to immediately snatch up my hand again and squeeze it tightly. At first I thought is was because he was nervous about something, but I realized from the look on his face that he was actually worried about me getting scared.
“And what would that be Albus?” he asked, trying to lighten the suddenly tense mood, but Dumbledore’s eyes did not twinkle as they normally would have, which furthermore indicated the seriousness of the situation.
“James, I am going to get straight to the point,” he said, looking intently at us over the rim of his half-moon glasses and James nodded, his jaw set, ready for the worst. “I have called you here today to tell you that I would be honoured if you wanted to join the Order.” I could feel James instantly relax beside me and I turned to look at him in confusion. He was smiling and nodding up at Dumbledore. I racked my brain, trying to think if I knew what this Order thing was and I could vaguely recall James having mentioned it back at Godric’s Hollow and cursed myself for not having let him tell me about it at the time.
“I think you know that I have wanted to become a member ever since I first heard about it Sir,” James said, grinning widely and Dumbledore nodded in response, still looking slightly solemn.
“And what exactly is the Order?” I asked, wondering what James had just gotten himself into.
“The Order of the Phoenix,” Dumbledore answered before James even seemed to process my question, “is, in short, an organization formed to end Voldemort’s reign of terror.” I gasped and turned to James, my eyes wide.
“And when exactly were you planning to tell me about your plan to battle with Voldemort?!” I cried ripping my hand from his. How could he not even mention that he wanted to go out and fight dark wizards in part of a secret organization?! As if I didn’t already have enough to worry about without the fact that he would now be facing mortal peril on a daily basis!
“Well, I was worried about how you would take it...” he said slowly, trying to explain, and I nearly growled in frustration before interrupting him.
“So you just weren’t going to tell me at all?!” I yelled, furious at him. “Do you really think I’m so stupid that I wouldn’t realize something was going on when you came home all bloody and beaten from fighting with death eaters?!”
“Of course I don’t think you’re stupid!” he cried, looking shocked that I would accuse him thinking so. “And I was going to tell you, I just didn’t want you to have to worry before anything even happened!” I fell silent, slightly satisfied at his answer, but still somewhat angry at him.
“I can see that you do not completely approve Ms. Evans,” Dumbledore said, after a few seconds of silence and I blushed furiously, realizing that James and I had just had a serious argument in front of him. “But I did not actually bring her for you to just be a witness. I was hoping that I would be able to ask for your help as well.”
“To become a member you mean?” I gasped, my head suddenly spinning. “To fight Voldemort?” Dumbledore nodded and I fell silent again, letting the implication of his words wash over me. It wasn’t until then did I realize the opportunity that he was giving me. I could finally be able to protect not only myself, but my family, friends, and maybe even people I didn’t know. I could finally understand why James wanted to do this and I wanted to do it too. “I would be honoured sir,” I answered, a small smile forming on my lips. I turned to James, expecting him to be smiling back at me, and was confused to find his jaw was clenched again and his brow was furrowed. I was about to ask him what was wrong when Dumbledore suddenly spoke again.
“Thank you,” he said, his eyes now shining, “really. You two are the best students in your year, perhaps some of the best in the school. I can’t tell you how much of a difference you two will be making in the world. This of course will not have to great of an impact on your professional careers so do not worry about that, we can make things work. Also, I must insist that you keep this information to yourselves. This is after all a sercret organization so the news of your membership should not become common knowledge. This mean that you can tell no one, not even your dearest friends, do you understand?" he asked and we nodded, though James looked uneasy about not sharing this with Sirius. "Very good. Now, I hate to pull you in then push you out, but today is a very busy day. If you have any more questions, do not hesitate to ask,” Dumbldore said and I understood what he was getting at.
“Thank you Sir,” I said, taking James hand and tugging him gently out of his seat. He still looked upset but I thought it best to wait and ask him about it in private. “What’s wrong with you?” I asked him when we had descended down the spiral staircase and past the gargoyles. He stopped abruptly and stared at me for a second before grabbing my hand again and pulling me into an empty classroom. “What are you doing?” I asked him, completely mystified at his odd behaviour.
“You’re not becoming a part of the Order,” he said in a low voice, stating it as if it was a fact.
“Excuse me?” I said in disbelief and anger.
“I won’t let you,” he said fiercely, his eyes burning into mine before he suddenly dropped them to the floor. “You can’t,” he murmured a much quieter voice.
“What do you mean I can’t?!” I growled. “I’ll have you know that I am perfectly capable of-”
“I know you’re capable...” he muttered, now refusing to look me in the eye.
“Then what the hell is your problem?” I yelled, throwing my arms up in exasperation. He slowly picked his head up, all anger drained from his face. Now he just looked like he was in agony, and I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. He took a step closer to me and took my hand gently.
“You can’t Lily,” he whispered, “I won’t let you put yourself in that kind of danger... You can’t Flower,” he repeated, pulling me closer and softly pressing kisses into my hair as I couldn’t resist snuggling up against his chest all anger momentarily forgotten. “You are my entire life Lily, and if something were ever to happen to you, and you...” he shuddered and seemed to be unable to form the words that he was thinking of, “then this world will never be the same. I won’t let you sacrifice your safety for the greater good, because there is nothing more important than you, nothing.”
“James,” I said in a hoarse whisper, suddenly noticing that the tears that had pooled in my eyes were now rolling down my cheeks, “James, I-” but that was as far as I was able to get because he suddenly pressed his lips to mine so forcefully that I would have stumbled back if he hadn’t scooped me up in his arms.
“I love you so much Lily,” he said, pulling back after a moment and looking down at me, his eyes shining with sincerity, “and I know how much you want to help. But please, just promise me that you won't go off on any missions and put yourself in any danger. We can work something out with Dumbledore where you don’t have to be involved in any direct combat. You’re going to be a healer and I’m sure that you can just be on call for any medical emergencies within the Order or something,” he looking both eager and worried. I could almost see his mind racing, trying to think of a way to please me and also keep me out of harms way.
“James,” I sighed, wrapping my arms around his neck, “I know you mean well, but can’t you see what a hypocrite you’re being right now?” I asked him and he raised in eyebrow indicating that he honestly didn’t know what I was talking about. “How do you think I’m going to feel when you’re out there on missions and I have no clue whether your even alive?!” I cried, a rush of panic washing through me at the thought, and now it was James’ turn to sigh because he knew I had a point.
“I don’t know how to explain it,” he muttered, running a hand through his dishevelled hair, which would not have been so astonishing he hadn’t shifted all of my weight to one arm to do so. He looked down at me and must have seen the astounded look on my face because he smirked. “You are extremely light Flower. Just one more advantage for the death eaters,” he added, his smirk quickly turning into a frown again. “But seriously Lily, I feel like I was born to do this, to fight I mean.”
“How do you know that I wasn’t born to fight too?” I asked stubbornly, crossing my arms.
“I just know,” he replied shortly, equally as stubborn and I rolled my eyes. “Lils, you know I was planning on becoming an auror either way, so I don’t really see the difference. I do understand the hypocrite thing though, but I’m not backing down.
“Why not?” I demanded, squirming out of his arms and back onto the floor.
“Because I love you too much,” he said simply.
“Are you implying that you love me more than I love you?” I asked angrily, put my hand on my hips.
“I’m just saying that no one could love anybody more than I love you,” he said, reaching out to take my hand again.
“That’s not true,” I said, staring intently into his eyes, which turned out to be a mistake. Have I mentioned that despite the fact that he and I had been dating for the past six months, his eyes still held the same power over me that they always had. And worst off, I think he now had an inkling about it.
“Come on Flower, please?” he said, widening his eyes a little and unleashing their full power.
“James,” I whined stubbornly, trying to tear my eyes away from his, then sighed after I realized it was a lost cause, “Fine, we can compromise,” I agreed and he smiled widely before I suddenly launched myself at him, throwing my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist, pressing my lips to his. He stumbled back in surprise but quickly steadied himself and wrapped his arms around me.
Strange things seemed to happen when we snogged like that. Time seemed to screech to a halt, but it felt as if we had only been at it for a few minutes when I suddenly realize that it had been an hour and we were late for classes or something. Of course this time was no different, only this time when I finally let my eyelids open, we seemed to had been suddenly transported back to the heads dorm.
“James!” I gasped, panting slightly as I pulled back and looked around. “How did we get here?”
“Huh?” he asked thickly, nibbling at my ear.
“The common room, how did we get here?” I repeated myself, carefully untangling myself from James, resulting in a groan from him. “That room maybe!” I muttered wildly. “It must be some sort of secret transporting room!”
“Lily,” James said, smirking, and I abruptly stopped talking, “there is now magical transporting room in Hogwarts. I just carried you here.”
“You mean we were just snogging through the hallways for the entire school to see?!” I shrieked in embarrassment.
“I don’t think any teachers saw us,” he shrugged sheepishly and I glared at him. Suddenly however, a smirk flashed across his face, but was quickly replaced with a wide eyed, innocent look. I looked up at him in confusion, what was he up to? “You know Flower,” he said, sliding a hand beneath my chin and tilting it upward so that I couldn’t look away. “I have a theory.”
“And what is that?” I asked him, trying to avoid his eyes, but finding it impossible to look anywhere else.
“That you,” he said, “have a little weakness.”
“Oh?” I squeaked a little breathlessly and he nodded, still keeping a straight face.
“You seem to be most persuadable,” he declared, “when I make you look me in the eyes.”
“That’s ridiculous,” I gasped.
“Is it?” He enquired, raising his eyebrows slightly and I just nodded mutely. “Well, I guess I shouldn’t even bother asking then...” he said, suddenly dropping his hand and I immediately tore my eyes away from his. It was until I was able to think clearly did I process his last sentence.
“What shouldn’t you bother asking?” I raised my eyebrows and he just shrugged sadly, plopping down onto the armchair by the fire. I sighed and rolled my eyes, then smirked myself. I wasn’t the only one with a weakness.
“James,” I muttered softly, fluttering my eyelids a little and sliding onto his lap, snuggling into the crook of his neck. “Please tell me.” I heard him sigh heavily before flipping me over so that he could see my face.
“I was going to ask if you wanted to move in with me,” he said nonchalantly, playing with a strand of my hair.
“What?!” I spluttered, searching his face for any signs of a prank.
“It’s okay that you don’t want to,” he said quickly, but unable to conceal the look of disappointment on his face. “I mean I’m moving out and I just figured that you would be moving out of your parents house too and that I would offer you a place to stay and-”
“James,” I said, placing a finger to his lips to make him stop talking, “I would love to move in with you.”
“Really?” he asked eagerly, a huge grin on his face and I nodded, giggling.
“Great,” he said, still grinning like a maniac, “I’ve got the perfect place in mind.”
“And where would that be?” I asked, smiling too, and snuggling up against him again.
“Godric’s Hollow,” he said nonchalantly and I pulled back again to make sure he wasn’t joking.
“You mean it?” I gasped in excitement and he nodded, chuckling. I threw my arms around his neck and pecked him on the cheek.
“I guess my parents mentioned to Dumbledore that I was moving out this summer and he told them that he was more than will to rent the house to me, well us now I guess,” he said with a shrug, his grin even wider now and I laughed again, but then began thinking and suddenly frowned. “What’s wrong?” James asked, looking concerned.
“I wonder what my family is going to think,” I said, grimacing at the thought of their reactions when I told them I was moving in with a boy at the age of seventeen.
“Oh, I wouldn’t be too worried about that,” he said, waving his hand carelessly.
“Why is that?” I asked, crossing my arms.
“Your parents love me,” he replied smugly with a smirk and I rolled my eyes, but I couldn’t deny the fact that he was right so I tossed my worries aside and kissed him again, thoroughly excited to be returning to Godric’s Hollow with James.
A/N: Alright, so this was kind of another transition-type chapter, and the next might be a little like that too, but hopefully, after that, we can dive back into the story. I know this one took a while, as have the other chapters lately, but hopefully the length might make up for it. Hope you all liked it! Please review!
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