Author's Note: Yes, I have read OotP, I just chose to ignore it when I wrote this story. I had an idea, and I just decided to write it down. For those of you who have read my other story, Thank Pathos, this in no way ties in with it. It is a completely different story. Enjoy!
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Lily and the Marauders, or any of the characters, or anything else you recognize. Any characters or plot lines you don't recognize, those are mine. Wish I had a clever line for the disclaimer, but I don't. Just read, enjoy, and don't press charges.
Those Wicked Eyes
Chapter One~ Head Boy?
"James? Owl Post! Looks like your Hogwarts letter!" Seventeen-year-old James Potter turned over in bed, grumbling.
"It's August, for pity's sake! Can't she wait 'til ten?" Rolling over, he looked at his clock and cringed. "Eight-thirty. It figures." He rolled out of bed, raking his hands through his hair as he did. He dressed quickly, and, groggy-eyed, entered the hall. "Sirius!" he called, pounding on the door across from his room. "Sirius! Time to awaken. Hogwarts letters!"
"Gwph jms," was Sirius' mumbled reply. Shaking his head, James knocked on the door again.
"C'mon, Padfoot. If I have to be up now, so do you. Up and at 'em!" There was a sound very much like a shoe hitting the door mixed with muffled curses from Sirius. James trotted down the stairs, pictures and portraits shouting greetings at him as he passed. Entering the kitchen, he kissed his mother good morning, before sitting down to a plate of pancakes and sausage. Sirius followed shortly after, grumbling all the way.
"Glad to see you've joined the world of the living, boys," Mrs. Potter said, setting their letters in front of them. They opened them eagerly; this was their seventh and final year at Hogwarts.
"Where's Mr. Potter?" Sirius asked, ripping his letter open. However, James missed the reply as something slid out of the yellow envelope into his hand. Curious, he turned it over. His breath caught in his throat as he saw the shiny silver badge that read, 'Head Boy.' There was a buzz in his ears as he stared at it. "Head Boy?" he whispered.
"What's that, James?" his mother asked, cut off from answering Sirius.
"I-I've–oh, wow."
"James?" Sirius half-laughed, coming to look over James' shoulder at whatever was so fascinating in his hand. He drew in a sharp breath. "You?" James just shook his head, unable to speak.
"Boys, what is–oh, James!" With that, Mrs. Potter flung her arms around her son, squeezing the life out of him as best she could while he was seated. He patted her awkwardly on the back. "Head Boy!"
"Now, hold on, Mom. Let's get this clarified. I mean, I wasn't even made Prefect. What's Dumbledore doing making *me* Head Boy?"
"That's a good question. What's your letter say?"
"'Dear Mr. Potter,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been chosen as Head Boy of Hogwarts this year. We understand that, in your circumstances, this is rarely done, but Professor Dumbledore will explain everything upon arrival to Hogwarts on September first. Enclosed is a list of this year's school supplies.
Enjoy the Holidays,
Minerva McGonagall,
Deputy Headmistress'"
James exhaled.
"You? Head Boy? You've sunk us, Prongs!" Sirius whined. "I always knew you'd come to no good." James smacked him over the head. "Ow. I really wish you'd stop doing that."
"Don't ask for it, then."
"So, does it say who the Head Girl is?"
"Hm? Oh, uh, no." James was still distracted by the badge and even more anxious to get to Hogwarts.
"Well, I bet I know who it is."
"Who?"
"Sunshine Lily. Who else?" James groaned. Lily Evans, dubbed "Sunshine Lily" by the Marauders, was an annoyingly cheerful Gryffindor in their year. But Sirius was right. She was Prefect, not to mention having the highest grades in every class, except Transfiguration, where James had her beat.
"Come on, boys. She can't be that bad."
"You've never met her," James told his mother dryly.
"Okay. James, will you please go wake up your sister? She got her letter today."
"Yep." Knowing better than to leave his new badge lying around with Sirius, he took it to his room, bounding up the stairs three at a time. Sliding the badge into his pocket, he entered his sister's room. He gazed lovingly at his sister's sleeping form. She was his spitting image. Messy black hair, though her's was long, starry grey-blue eyes, practically the same face. They could have been twins, were it not for the six year difference. She had turned eleven this summer, and her Hogwarts letter had just arrived.
Pulling a chair to the side of her bed, he sat staring at her, knowing she hated it. She shifted and opened her eyes. She groaned upon seeing his face and threw her pillow at him.
"Go 'way, James. I'm trying to sleep."
"Okay, Katie. I'll leave, but you'll miss what Merlin brought for you." She sat straight up.
"Merlin's here? Why didn't you say so?" She pounced for the door, but James got there first and blocked her way. "Oh, let me through, James! He brought my letter!" she pleaded. He smiled.
"Now, how do you know that?"
"I do! Let me through!" She tried to kick him and he laughed, picking her up and slinging her over his shoulder like a flour sack. She pounded his back with her fists, laughing. "Put me down!" James loved his younger sister and the age difference had never bothered them.
"Okay, okay! You're bruising my back." He swung her into the kitchen setting her down and she grabbed the envelope with her name, gave a screech, and started dancing around the kitchen.
"I got my Hogwarts letter! I got my Hogwarts letter!" James beheld his sister with amusement.
"Pitiful, isn't it, Sirius?"
"I was going for pathetic, myself."
"The way she's acting, you'd think she was afraid she wasn't going to get it."
"Oh, shut up, James!" Katie said, smacking him with her letter. "You did the same thing when you got your letter."
"And how would you remember? You were only five!"
"*I* remember, James," Mrs. Potter said.
"Shh, Mom. You're supposed to be on my side," James reminded her.
"I only speak the truth, dear."
"James just doesn't want me at Hogwarts because I'm going to be the new prank master," Katie said.
"Oh, no! That title belongs to James Robert Potter, don't you forget!"
"James, surely you're not going to keep pranking everyone this year."
"Of course I am, Mom. People expect it. You hurt my pride."
"Oh, don't want to hurt that, now, do we?" Katie mocked.
"But, James, as Head Boy–"
"What?" Katie screeched. "You? Head Boy? All right, spill. Who'd you bribe?"
"No one. I don't understand it either, but it's not going to stop me from pulling pranks. I mean, we've only got how many, Sirius? What's the count?"
"Twenty-three."
"Twenty-three more detentions before we break the all time record."
"Did you ever think that maybe Dumbledore made you Head Boy to stop this nonsense?"
"Naw. Dumbledore's smarter than that."
"Besides, Mrs. P, Dumbledore *likes* our pranks."
"Oh, really? Told you this himself, has he?"
"Well, practically. Last year, during our detention on the day before the last day of school, he said he wouldn't know what to do with the quiet after we left."
"And?"
"I told him not to worry; my sister was coming and she'd make just as much noise," James said, ruffling Katie's raven hair.
"And?" Katie asked.
"And he said, 'Heaven help us all. Two Potters next year. I might have to retire.'" Katie laughed. Just then, two more owls swooped through the window. Peter's and Remus' owls. The notes were almost identical.
*James and Sirius,
Just got my letter. Peter is going to Diagon Alley next Thursday, but he'll probably owl and tell you. I'll be there then. You two?
Remus*
*James and Sirius,
It's Peter. I got my letter and me and Remus will be in Diagon Alley next Thursday. Can you make it? See you then?
Peter*
"Next Thursday okay, Mom?"
"Yep. Sounds fine."
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DISCLAIMER: I do not own Lily and the Marauders, or any of the characters, or anything else you recognize. Any characters or plot lines you don't recognize, those are mine. Wish I had a clever line for the disclaimer, but I don't. Just read, enjoy, and don't press charges.
Those Wicked Eyes
Chapter One~ Head Boy?
"James? Owl Post! Looks like your Hogwarts letter!" Seventeen-year-old James Potter turned over in bed, grumbling.
"It's August, for pity's sake! Can't she wait 'til ten?" Rolling over, he looked at his clock and cringed. "Eight-thirty. It figures." He rolled out of bed, raking his hands through his hair as he did. He dressed quickly, and, groggy-eyed, entered the hall. "Sirius!" he called, pounding on the door across from his room. "Sirius! Time to awaken. Hogwarts letters!"
"Gwph jms," was Sirius' mumbled reply. Shaking his head, James knocked on the door again.
"C'mon, Padfoot. If I have to be up now, so do you. Up and at 'em!" There was a sound very much like a shoe hitting the door mixed with muffled curses from Sirius. James trotted down the stairs, pictures and portraits shouting greetings at him as he passed. Entering the kitchen, he kissed his mother good morning, before sitting down to a plate of pancakes and sausage. Sirius followed shortly after, grumbling all the way.
"Glad to see you've joined the world of the living, boys," Mrs. Potter said, setting their letters in front of them. They opened them eagerly; this was their seventh and final year at Hogwarts.
"Where's Mr. Potter?" Sirius asked, ripping his letter open. However, James missed the reply as something slid out of the yellow envelope into his hand. Curious, he turned it over. His breath caught in his throat as he saw the shiny silver badge that read, 'Head Boy.' There was a buzz in his ears as he stared at it. "Head Boy?" he whispered.
"What's that, James?" his mother asked, cut off from answering Sirius.
"I-I've–oh, wow."
"James?" Sirius half-laughed, coming to look over James' shoulder at whatever was so fascinating in his hand. He drew in a sharp breath. "You?" James just shook his head, unable to speak.
"Boys, what is–oh, James!" With that, Mrs. Potter flung her arms around her son, squeezing the life out of him as best she could while he was seated. He patted her awkwardly on the back. "Head Boy!"
"Now, hold on, Mom. Let's get this clarified. I mean, I wasn't even made Prefect. What's Dumbledore doing making *me* Head Boy?"
"That's a good question. What's your letter say?"
"'Dear Mr. Potter,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been chosen as Head Boy of Hogwarts this year. We understand that, in your circumstances, this is rarely done, but Professor Dumbledore will explain everything upon arrival to Hogwarts on September first. Enclosed is a list of this year's school supplies.
Enjoy the Holidays,
Minerva McGonagall,
Deputy Headmistress'"
James exhaled.
"You? Head Boy? You've sunk us, Prongs!" Sirius whined. "I always knew you'd come to no good." James smacked him over the head. "Ow. I really wish you'd stop doing that."
"Don't ask for it, then."
"So, does it say who the Head Girl is?"
"Hm? Oh, uh, no." James was still distracted by the badge and even more anxious to get to Hogwarts.
"Well, I bet I know who it is."
"Who?"
"Sunshine Lily. Who else?" James groaned. Lily Evans, dubbed "Sunshine Lily" by the Marauders, was an annoyingly cheerful Gryffindor in their year. But Sirius was right. She was Prefect, not to mention having the highest grades in every class, except Transfiguration, where James had her beat.
"Come on, boys. She can't be that bad."
"You've never met her," James told his mother dryly.
"Okay. James, will you please go wake up your sister? She got her letter today."
"Yep." Knowing better than to leave his new badge lying around with Sirius, he took it to his room, bounding up the stairs three at a time. Sliding the badge into his pocket, he entered his sister's room. He gazed lovingly at his sister's sleeping form. She was his spitting image. Messy black hair, though her's was long, starry grey-blue eyes, practically the same face. They could have been twins, were it not for the six year difference. She had turned eleven this summer, and her Hogwarts letter had just arrived.
Pulling a chair to the side of her bed, he sat staring at her, knowing she hated it. She shifted and opened her eyes. She groaned upon seeing his face and threw her pillow at him.
"Go 'way, James. I'm trying to sleep."
"Okay, Katie. I'll leave, but you'll miss what Merlin brought for you." She sat straight up.
"Merlin's here? Why didn't you say so?" She pounced for the door, but James got there first and blocked her way. "Oh, let me through, James! He brought my letter!" she pleaded. He smiled.
"Now, how do you know that?"
"I do! Let me through!" She tried to kick him and he laughed, picking her up and slinging her over his shoulder like a flour sack. She pounded his back with her fists, laughing. "Put me down!" James loved his younger sister and the age difference had never bothered them.
"Okay, okay! You're bruising my back." He swung her into the kitchen setting her down and she grabbed the envelope with her name, gave a screech, and started dancing around the kitchen.
"I got my Hogwarts letter! I got my Hogwarts letter!" James beheld his sister with amusement.
"Pitiful, isn't it, Sirius?"
"I was going for pathetic, myself."
"The way she's acting, you'd think she was afraid she wasn't going to get it."
"Oh, shut up, James!" Katie said, smacking him with her letter. "You did the same thing when you got your letter."
"And how would you remember? You were only five!"
"*I* remember, James," Mrs. Potter said.
"Shh, Mom. You're supposed to be on my side," James reminded her.
"I only speak the truth, dear."
"James just doesn't want me at Hogwarts because I'm going to be the new prank master," Katie said.
"Oh, no! That title belongs to James Robert Potter, don't you forget!"
"James, surely you're not going to keep pranking everyone this year."
"Of course I am, Mom. People expect it. You hurt my pride."
"Oh, don't want to hurt that, now, do we?" Katie mocked.
"But, James, as Head Boy–"
"What?" Katie screeched. "You? Head Boy? All right, spill. Who'd you bribe?"
"No one. I don't understand it either, but it's not going to stop me from pulling pranks. I mean, we've only got how many, Sirius? What's the count?"
"Twenty-three."
"Twenty-three more detentions before we break the all time record."
"Did you ever think that maybe Dumbledore made you Head Boy to stop this nonsense?"
"Naw. Dumbledore's smarter than that."
"Besides, Mrs. P, Dumbledore *likes* our pranks."
"Oh, really? Told you this himself, has he?"
"Well, practically. Last year, during our detention on the day before the last day of school, he said he wouldn't know what to do with the quiet after we left."
"And?"
"I told him not to worry; my sister was coming and she'd make just as much noise," James said, ruffling Katie's raven hair.
"And?" Katie asked.
"And he said, 'Heaven help us all. Two Potters next year. I might have to retire.'" Katie laughed. Just then, two more owls swooped through the window. Peter's and Remus' owls. The notes were almost identical.
*James and Sirius,
Just got my letter. Peter is going to Diagon Alley next Thursday, but he'll probably owl and tell you. I'll be there then. You two?
Remus*
*James and Sirius,
It's Peter. I got my letter and me and Remus will be in Diagon Alley next Thursday. Can you make it? See you then?
Peter*
"Next Thursday okay, Mom?"
"Yep. Sounds fine."
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