A/N: Hey Everyone! Spirit, here. This is my first fanfic, just an idea that I had, so I hope you enjoy! Don't forget to read and review!

Chapter One: Not Your Typical Morning

BANG!

A loud noise emitted from the Girls' Dorm along with loud screams, interrupting the quiet Sunday afternoon and making everyone in the Gryffindor Common Room jump. That is, everyone except for four boys who were trying very hard not to laugh. A moment after the loud noise, a putrid smell drifted down.

"Ugh," said a fourth year, pinching his nose shut. "What is that smell?"

"It must be a dungbomb," replied his friend, who was covering his mouth.

At that moment the door to the dorm room flew open, and out came sixteen-year-old Lily Evans. And she was not happy. Her elbow-length hair was slightly puffed out and her green eyes flashed dangerously as she searched the room for a guilty face.

"Okay, who did that?" she demanded. "Who put that dungbomb in there?" Several people slid lower in their seats knowing that if the person who did it didn't come forward, it was not going to be pretty. Lily whipped her head around when she heard a snort of laughter. She ran down the steps to a boy with untidy brown hair and hazel eyes full of mischief. "You!" she said angrily. "You did this, didn't you, Potter?" When the boy stood up to his full height and crossed his arms, Lily had to look up to see into his eyes.

"Might have," he said casually. "Why, is there a problem?" He smirked at her, knowing he had gotten to her when she started to turn red.

"Yes, there bloody well is!" she screeched. "I stink, Potter! I have a date this Friday with Derek Thomas and I'll probably smell for it!" James shrugged.

"No more than usual." His friend Sirius Black burst into a fit of laughter, but quickly covered his mouth with a pillow when Lily gave him a sharp look.

"Kate, Chloe, and Parker are up there, trying to air the room out. Jessica Carson is crying because her hair smells like rotten eggs and dung! Do you have any idea how much trouble you're in?" James leaned closer to her and lifted a skeptical eyebrow. Most girls would have almost fainted with him that close to them, but Lily was unfazed.

"What are you gonna do about it, Evans?" he challenged.

"Ten points from Gryffindor," she said triumphantly, ignoring the groans around the room. James just snorted.

"No good," he said. He tugged at a pin on his robes and held the shiny silver P up to her. "I'm a prefect too, remember? Let me see…fifteen points for Gryffindor. Ten for the ones you just took away, five just 'cause I feel like it. How does that sound, everyone?" The other students cheered, and James turned back to Lily looking very smug.

"How you became a prefect, I'll never know!" she said crossly. "Everyone knows you didn't deserve it."

"Ah, just another example of the Potter charm," said James. As if to prove his point, he turned around a winked at a fifth year. She blushed and smiled back weakly. When he turned, the girl and her friends squealed together in excitement and James grinned at Lily when he heard them. Many girls melted if they received a smile from James Potter. Lily just rolled her eyes.

"Oh, please," she scoffed. "Don't pull that crap. It doesn't work on me Potter. I'm going to take a shower. And since the prefect bathroom is occupied, as is the one in our room, I am using the boys' shower." She turned on her heal and stalked up the steps.

"You can't do that," protested James.

"Watch me," she spat. James gave her his signature lopsided smile and started to follow her up the stairs.

"If you insist," he said cheekily.

"That wasn't an invitation, Potter!" She stomped into the room and slammed the door behind her, putting a locking spell on the door. James turned to everyone in the Common Room and grinned.

"I hope everyone enjoyed the show," he said. "And if McGonagall finds out about it, the story is that the girls were working on Potions homework and it went wrong. Do we all agree?"

"Agreed!" Satisfied, James sat down with his friends and lazily sat back in the chair. Sirius clapped him on the back.

"Well done, Prongs," he said proudly. "Well done. Not only did you pull of a perfect prank, but you came up with the excuse already. Couldn't have done it better myself." Remus Lupin, the most sensible of the Marauders, looked up from his Transfiguration homework, grinning slightly.

"You know she's gonna get you back James," he said. "She always does eventually. Remember when you dumped that potion on her that made her grow as much hair as a gorilla? That night, she slipped something into your pumpkin juice at dinner that made you made you burp up frogs for two days." James snorted.

"Please," he said. "That's an amateur's work."

"Not when a first year does it," replied Peter.

"Remember three years ago when she turned your all of your robes shimmering pink for a week after you transfigured her bed sheet into hundreds of spiders?" Sirius told him. A dreamy expression crossed James's face.

"Yeah," he said. "I'll remember that sound of her screaming bloody murder forever. I thought she had used a Sonorous Charm."

"Speaking of Charms," said Remus. "Lily is rather gifted in it. I wonder what she'll use to get you back, James. Maybe one that makes pimples cover you from head to toe, or the ever popular Engorgiothat makes any part of your body swell to the size of a melon." James started to set up the chess board.

"I think she should use one that removes that ugly mask stuck on her face," he said.

"From which angle are you looking at her?" snorted Sirius as he made his first move. "Lily is hot! Those green eyes of her are absolutely stunning. If she wasn't one of my friends, I'd be flirting with her right and left."

"You already do," Peter pointed out.

"I know that. I mean I would lead up to asking her out. Plus, she's got that fiery temper of hers! I bet she's a great kisser."

"Gross!" cried James, pulling a face. "That's disgusting, Sirius! You have to be the only guy in this entire school that thinks that."

"I'm afraid you're wrong on that one, Potter," said a voice. Brian Monaghan, the quidditch team captain sat next to him. "Practically every guy fifth year and above is in love with her."

"I'm not!" said James.

"Yeah," said Brian. "Everyone knows that you two hate each other, it's pretty much legendary. But you're just weird."

"Sirius, Remus, and Peter don't like her. They side with me on this one." Remus coughed uncomfortably.

"Well," he said. "I think she's rather pretty."

"And I've fancied her since third year," said Peter sheepishly. "In addition to a few other girls." James heaved an exasperated sigh.

"You all are insane."

"Come on, James," reasoned Sirius. "You can't seriously say you think she's ugly."

"Yes!" he exclaimed. The four boys just looked at him. "Alright, maybe ugly is too strong of a word. More like beautifully ugly. Yeah, that sounds more like it. She wears her ugliness well."

"Really James," said Brian. "I think you're just in denial. If you two weren't mortal enemies, you'd ask her out. Admit it!"

"You're right," said James, shocking the rest of them. "I would ask her out…if she had a different face, voice, hair color, and name. Oh and there is that tiny detail about her getting on my nerves all the time. Besides, I don't need her. I've got other girls I could ask out any time I want. Watch me. Hey Sirius, what's that blonde girl's name? The one sitting right in front of the fire." Sirius screwed up his face in thought.

"Um…Veronica?"

"Valerie," corrected Remus.

"Same difference," said James. "Hey Valerie!" Valerie looked up from her magazine and was surprised when she saw James wave her over. She squealed in delight and ran over to him.

"Hi James," she said breathlessly. Brian snorted and bent over the quidditch pitch map, biting down on his lip to keep from laughing.

"Hi," said James smoothly. "Listen, what are you doing this Friday?" Valerie bat her eyelashes, and twirled a lock of her hair around her finger.

"Do you have something in your eye?" asked Sirius innocently. James shot him an evil look before turning back to Valerie.

"So, are you busy?" he asked again. She shook her head eagerly, unable to say anything. "I was thinking about going to Hogsmeade. You know, we can could get some butterbeers, and look around the town. How does that sound to you?"

"Fine," she said faintly.

"Okay, then! It's a date. How 'bout around six o'clock?"

"Fine," she said again. "But isn't the next Hogsmeade weekend in two weeks?" James grinned at her and flirtatiously touched her cheek. Valerie looked like she could die right on the spot.

"Just leave that to me, Val," he said softly.

"Uh-huh," she said feebly. "Bye." She looked at him for a moment and ran over to her friends who eagerly listened to her recap everything.

"Oh my God, what are you going to wear?" James heard her friend shriek. He looked around at his friends proudly.

"Score!" he said smugly. "The touch on the cheek, it works every time. I can get a girl to do anything that way."

"Except Lily," said Remus. "When she went off on you after you pulled her chair out from under her, you tried that and she twisted your hand around until you whined for her to let go."

"I didn't whine," insisted James. "It was a manly whimper. And it hurt! Evans is strong for someone so damn tiny."

"Why did you have to ask Valerie Thompson out?" asked Sirius. "Of all of the beautiful girls, couldn't you have asked someone who talks about something other than the fashions that are in season?" James shrugged and took his turn in the chess game.

"What for?" he asked nonchalantly. "It's not like she'll last long. I just need her for one night." Remus shook his head in disgust.

"That is so low," he said. "Why can't you choose girls you would actually stay with for awhile?" Sirius and James looked at Remus, giving him bewildered looks.

"Are you crazy?" said Sirius. "Where's the fun in that? There are approximately five hundred women here in this school. With the exception of the Slytherins, James and I plan on dating every girl fifth year and above before we graduate, with the exception of Lily, of course. We would never get to them all if we went out with one girl for more than a week. We started in fourth year, so we're nearly done."

"Exactly Padfoot," agreed James. "You will never catch me tied down to one girl, nor will you ever find me on a date with Lily Evans." Brian gathered his things and rose to his feet.

"Well, as much as I would like discuss Lily Evans, I have to go and finish the game plans for Saturday's match. Remember, it's against Ravenclaw. Sirius, James, I want you each to get plenty of sleep this week and I've changed the schedule so that practice is on Tuesday, Thursday, and Friday. I'll see you there." He nodded his head at Remus and Peter before leaving to sit by himself at another table. When he was out of earshot James leaned in closer to his friends, mischief written all over his face.

"So, full moon on Wednesday night. What should we do?"

Much later that night, Lily lay awake in bed finishing up some last minute homework. Glancing at the clock, she saw that it was about ten minutes to midnight. That History of Magic paper was brutal, she thought. Tucking the roll of parchment carefully into her bag, she groaned when she remembered that she still had to do her Transfiguration essay.

"Damn," she murmured. "Of all the subjects to do late at night when I'm half asleep, I have to do the one that takes most of my attention." She sighed and reached into her bag again, pulling out a fresh roll of parchment, but she couldn't find her text book. Oh no, she thought frantically. This thing is due first thing in the morning! Where did I leave that bloody book? Lily mentally retraced her steps, and remembered that she had left it on the table in the library. "Oh, crap," she said irritably. I have two options, she reasoned. I can leave the book there and receive an incomplete on the assignment, but be well rested. Or I can go down and get the book, risking the chance of getting into big trouble for being out of bed after hours but finishing the assignment. Oh, who am I kidding? She reluctantly got to her feet and put on her slippers, trying to stifle a yawn and failing miserably. Muttering all of the swear words known to man under her breath, she crept quietly out of her room, down the stairs and out of the Common Room, praying that she didn't run into Mrs. Norris on the way.

"So far, so good," she whispered when she reached the library. "Alohamora!" The giant doors clicked open with ease, and Lily spotted her book right away. Luckily for her, it was on a table nearby. In less than a minute, she was on her back to the Common Room. She breathed a sigh of relief as she rounded the corner.

Unfortunately, she had relaxed too soon.

Agatha, the peasant woman in the painting who stood guard over the Gryffindor house, was not to be seen in her regular chair but the spindle.

"Oh no," moaned Lily. "Not this, not now." Checking down the corridors to make sure nobody was behind her, she called softly for the young woman. "Agatha…Agatha! C'mon Aggie, come back! Please?" She waited a few moments in hope, but heard nothing that would signify her arrival. Lily slid down the wall into a sitting position and put her head into her hands. "I'm dead," she said in muffled tones. "I'm dead and buried."

"Can I have the honors of burying you?"

Lily gasped and jerked her head up. She found herself staring into the eyes of the last person she wanted to see, and it wasn't Filch. It was none other than James Potter.

"What do you want?" she demanded. James clucked his tongue and tucked something made of cloth under his arm.

"Rudeness gets you nowhere, Evans," he said, smirking slightly. Lily closed her eyes and prayed for patience.

"Potter," she said slowly through gritted teeth. "I am locked outside of the common room, and it's nearly midnight. I still have to finish my essay, and I am tired. Do not mess with me. And wipe that smirk off your face before I do it for you!" she snapped. James chuckled and sat down on the across from her against the other wall. "It isn't funny, Potter! I am never going to get this homework done."

"So what?" he said carelessly. "It's not like the end of the world."

"Unlike you, Potter, I earned the prefect position. How would it look if I didn't turn in an assignment?" James shrugged.

"And unlike you, Evans, I don't really care. So you miss one assignment, big deal." Lily bit down a yell of frustration, and quickly changed the subject before she started screaming.

"What are you doing up, anyway?"

"I was hungry," said James simply. He pulled out an apple from his coat pockets and started munching on it loudly.

"Where'd you get that?" asked Lily curiously. James rolled his eyes.

"From the shop on the fifth floor," he said sarcastically. "I got it from the kitchens, Evans!"

"You know how to get to the kitchens?"

"Isn't that what I just said?"

"Are you saying," said Lily slowly. "That you nick food from the kitchens whenever you're hungry?" James took another bite out of the apple and munched on it thoughtfully.

"Yeah, that's about right." Well this was just too much. Lily was tired. She was cranky, and she had very little patience left. To find out that James was ignoring his prefect duties to sneak around the school after hours was the last straw.

"Do you have any idea how much trouble you could get into?" she hissed. "Are you crazy? You're a prefect, Potter. Prefects don't sneak around the like that. Do you know what will happen if you get caught?"

"Well I won't," retorted James. "Not that it's any of your business, but I happen to have a fool proof way of not getting caught." Lily snorted.

"You can't have a fool proof plan if the person who is executing it is a fool," she said coolly.

"Are you calling me a fool, Evans?"

"Wow, what revelation." James raised one eyebrow.

"You're calling me a fool when I'm top in all of my classes?"

"People who are at the top of the class don't need tutoring in Charms!"

"Hark, look who's talking!" said James, his voice getting gradually louder. "Do you know how many times McGonagall has made me help you in Transfiguration?" Lily angrily rose to her feet.

"Probably a lot less than I've had to help you!" James got to his feet too.

"It's not like it's an easy class, Evans!"

"What, you think Transfiguration is a picnic for me?" She stepped closer to him and poked him roughly in the chest. "Do you think I enjoy having to explain to McGonagall why I shouldn't have to take extra remedial classes? Oh and here's the best part! Two nights a week, I have to spend an hour with you getting help. It shouldn't even be called help! All you do is spend the entire time criticizing my transfiguration skills!"

"Of lack of," said James. "Besides, you don't actually encourage me either, Evans!"

"The only reason you're terrible in that subject is because you and Sirius spend class time making eyes at girls!"

"Like you're not distracted in Transfiguration?" James shot back. "Please! You just pass notes with Kate and Chloe throughout the whole lesson, drooling over some boy!"

"What I do is none of your business, Potter!"

"Well then stay out of mine!" Lily was just about to yell back at him when they were interrupted by a high-pitched cackle.

"Students out of bed?" Dreading what they would see, James and Lily looked up to see Peeves floating upside down.

"Hello Peeves," said Lily cautiously. "What are you doing up here?" Peeves looked at her with an evil glint in his eye.

"Students not allowed to be out bed," he said slyly. "Should tell Filch, I should."

"Peeves, please don't get Filch!" begged Lily. "We would be in so much trouble." Peeves just ignored her and turned to James.

"Heard you yelling all the way down the corridor, I did," he said innocently. "Shouldn't be yelling at midnight. Disruptive, it is." James was in a bad mood because of what Lily said, and was not feeling up to dealing with Peeves.

"So what?" he snapped. "Look, Peeves. Evans and I just had a simple row. It isn't unusual. Now could you please just get Agatha and tell her to let us in?" Peeves flipped right-side up, and smirked at the cranky teenagers.

"Know what to do about your conflicts, I do," he said. He rubbed his hands together gleefully.

"Look," said Lily slowly, trying not to upset him. "Nothing stops them, so you shouldn't even try." Once again, Peeves ignored her and began to sing, bobbing his head to the fast tune.

"Two people irritable, about to become switchable! Upset with one another, about to be each other! Such havoc will I wreak! A bit of fun I seek! Come midnight gone it will be, and then the two shall see, that no other will suit the other and happy they will be. No other way to enjoy a day than sit back and watch what comes my way!" When he finished the song he laughed loudly again and sped away backwards down the corridors, no doubt going to get Filch. Lily and James stood together, shocked from what they just heard.

"That has got to be the worst song I have every heard," James said finally.

"But what did it mean?" said Lily, more to herself than to James. "'About to become switchable…' What the hell is that?"

"Who cares? It was probably just some crap Peeves came up with to creep us out. The important thing is that Agatha's back." Indeed, Agatha was back in her painting, quietly spinning the wheel.

"Finally!" cried Lily. "Lion's Den!" Agatha swung open without a word, and Lily and James climbed into the room. Lily bit her lip and glanced at her watch. It was now twelve-fifteen. She would be up until at least one-thirty writing the essay. Without even saying good night to James, she ran up to her dorm room and shut the door. Forgetting to tiptoe she ran across the room and flopped onto her bed, ready to finally start her last assignment. This won't be too hard; she tried to convince herself as she scanned her book. She suddenly felt wide awake, and felt she could go on for hours.

Five minutes later, she fell asleep.

Hmmm…

Lily slowly opened her eyes and stretched lazily. She rolled over to read the clock, but she couldn't see. She rubbed her eyes roughly and tried to read it again, but she still could see clearly. Thinking it was just sleep in her eyes, she leaned closer to it. Seven o'clock…she thought groggily. I don't want to get up! I don't want to go to transfiguration… Suddenly she sat up with a start, remembering the essay that she was supposed to finish the previous night. Oh no! She frantically searched the bed, but she couldn't find her books and parchment. She looked over the side of the table, but couldn't find her book bag. And much to her frustration, she still couldn't see.

"What is going on?" she said to herself. Then she clamped a hand to her throat. What was that? Why is my voice so deep? "Hello?" she said softly, testing her voice. That wasn't her voice. Oh my God, I have laryngitis! She groaned and got to her feet to wake up her friends. Must have gotten into my pajamas before I got to work, she thought dazedly. As she walked over to the next bed, she noticed that she was taller. I finally got my growth spurt! she thought happily. She pulled back the covers to tell Kate to wake up…

Or who she thought was Kate.

"Sirius!" she said in surprise. "What are you doing here?" Sirius moaned in his sleep and rolled over, pulling the covers back over his head. Rubbing her throat, she ran over to the next bed to ask Chloe why Sirius was in their dorm, but found Remus sound asleep instead.

"What…?" Lily ran over to the next bed, and the next, and only to find boys instead of girls. She looked around the room and saw clothes flung all around. This is the boys' dorm, she thought in horror. What am I doing here? Hoping there wouldn't be anyone awake to see her come out of a boy's room so early in the morning, she crept out but froze when she saw a few early birds sitting in front of the fire. For some reason, there weren't bothered by a prefect coming out of a male dorm. Not stopping to wonder, Lily quietly made her way to her room. What is going on, she thought. And I still can't see! She entered the dorm room silently as not to wake her roommates, but stopped when she saw a short girl standing in front of the mirror. That's funny, she thought. I'm sure I would remember a girl who had the same color hair as me. Maybe she's new. She walked up to the girl and tapped her on the shoulder, squinting into her face.

"Excuse me," she said kindly. "Are you new here?" The girl froze and slowly turned around to face her. Lily gasped and stepped back a few paces. She didn't need glasses to realize that she wasn't looking at a new girl.

She was looking at herself.

"Oh. My. God." she said.

"Bloody hell," said the girl. They were quiet for a moment as they looked each other up and down.

Then they both screamed.

So what'd you think?

-Spirit007