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Chapter 8: Physical Attraction

And when you smile
It's just makin' me want you more and more
- “Physical Attraction” by Madonna

Lily walked into the library searching for a particular professor. She spotted him sitting alone at a table, so, grinning, Lily made her way over. It was around eight, and most of the other students were either in the dorms or the Great Hall for dinner. Not hungry, she had opted to go to the Head rooms to start preparing for her meeting with Dylan later that night. On the way, she’d heard a few of the first year girls gushing about how James Potter was in the library.

She’d decided to change her route.

“Hello, gorgeous,” Lily greeted. There were too many people in the library for her to greet James properly.

He looked up, somewhat surprised to hear her voice. Then, a brilliant smile lit up his face. “Hey you. What are you doing in here?”

“Stalking you,” Lily joked. She sat down in the chair next to him and nosily leaned over to gaze at the papers that were laid out in front of him. “Grading papers?”

“Yeah. The first years have so much to learn,” he replied with a smile. Then he pushed the papers out of the way and asked, “It’s dinner now. Aren’t you hungry?”

Lily shook her head. “Nope. Are you?”

“I had a big lunch,” James answered. A silence enveloped them. Lily hadn’t had a chance to talk to James—alone—since Sunday night, the night that they had agreed they had a “thing.” And Lily was surprised about how she felt about it. At some point, she’d been able to get over the fact that he was her professor and she began to think of him as just another guy who she was interested in.

“So, why are you in the library instead of your office?”

James sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “Sirius has taken over my office. The git claims he needs it for tomorrow’s lesson.”

Lily smiled. “And you didn’t kick him out?”

“I’m too nice of a bloke,” James grinned. “Besides, he’d just find another way to distract me, and I need to get these papers graded.”

“I don’t know whether or not I should be insulted to not be a distraction,” Lily teased, casually placing her hand on top of his. He flipped his hand over, linking their fingers together. His thumb began to caress her palm. Lily lowered her eyes to their hands, and a small smile played over her lips.

From behind James, Lily caught sight of two girls. They were staring at the two of them, open-mouthed. Sense and a little bit of guilt rushed into Lily’s brain; she was Head Girl and he was the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. They were going to have to be more careful; it was one thing to secretly be seeing each other, but Hogwarts wouldn’t appreciate a public relationship. Lily’s eyes flew back up to James’s and she slowly pulled her hand from his grasp.

“I have to go meet Dylan,” Lily explained.

James nodded. “For a Head meeting?”

“Yeah,” Lily said. She played with the shoulder of her bag. “It should be done around ten.”

“Just in time for curfew,” James said, his voice teasing.

Lily’s bright emerald eyes met his hazel ones and she grinned. “Well, I did make a promise to a certain professor of mine that I wouldn’t go out past curfew anymore…”

“So, I guess you’ll just have to stay in the Head rooms tonight,” James stated. Though Lily had moved her hand, James’s hand was still caressing the table as if it were her hand there in its place. She couldn’t tear her eyes away from the sensual movements. Get a grip, Evans! It’s a bloody table; concentrate on something else. Even though Lily’s mind kept yelling at her to tear her eyes away from him, she couldn’t. Watching the movement of his hand suddenly had her feeling every sensation that his hands touching her body had sent through her. She could feel a blush forming on her cheeks.

“You’d probably get lonely though, wouldn’t you?” James stopped moving his hand.

Lily looked up at him sharply. “Lonely?” She licked her lips. “Oh yeah.”

James arched an eyebrow and Lily couldn’t help but grin. She walked two steps towards James, until she was standing over him. She leaned forward, as if she was about to kiss him, when at the last minute she turned her head and reached for his quill. On one of his blank pieces of paper, she wrote two words.

“Carpe diem?” James asked, reading her writing.

“It’s the password,” Lily answered. With a twinkle in her eyes, Lily added, “Dylan thought of it.” Then she walked out of the library, feeling the burn of James’s gaze on her back the entire way.

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Lily looked at the clock and tried not to roll her eyes for what had to be the fifth time in the past half hour. She’d assumed that Dylan would want to get back to the Ravenclaw tower early, but all he could seem to do was talk. And talk. And talk. And talk. And talk… and it was almost 10:45. James had to have given up on her by now.

“Dylan,” Lily snapped. When she saw him jump she felt a stream of guilt flash through her. She offered him a small smile before saying, “I know that you want to be on top of things, but I promise you that we’ve gone over our schedules, the Prefect’s schedules, and every other person in this school’s schedules more than enough. Don’t you think?”

Dylan didn’t get a chance to nod before Lily was smiling and putting her things back into her bag. “Good, then I guess we’re done for the night?”

“Well, sure,” Dylan replied. “Sorry, Lily. I didn’t mean to keep you up.”

“It’s okay, Dylan.” Lily said, a tight smile on her face. She liked the guy—really—but there was only so much a person could take when they were waiting for a gorgeous professor to shag them senseless.

“Then I guess I’ll just go to sleep.” Dylan gave Lily a hesitant wave before heading towards his bedroom.

“Whoa. What are you doing?” Lily asked.

“Going to my room,” Dylan replied, pointing his thumb in the direction of his room. “Did you want to talk more about the plans for this year—”

“No!” Lily shouted. She cast a look around. “I just… you just never sleep here is all.”

“Oh,” Dylan smiled sheepishly. “Well, I’m too tired to walk back tonight and I kind of want to sleep in a little tomorrow. The other guys are getting up early to practice Quidditch and they’re really loud, so…”

Lily almost screamed.

“… good night, Lily.” Dylan said.

Lily smiled weakly and fell down to the couch. She heard some water running in Dylan’s bathroom and picked up the nearest pillow. She held it over her face and screamed into it. How was this happening to her? Why was she being punished? What had she done to deserve such—

The pillow was ripped from Lily’s hands and thrown to the ground. Startled, Lily opened her eyes, ready to yell at Dylan when she saw him.

“When did you get here?” she asked, the surprise evident in her voice.

“Around twenty seconds ago,” James answered. He leaned over her, and Lily couldn’t help but close her eyes. His smell flooded her senses and she suddenly felt completely smothered in him. His hand wandered down the front of her robes until it slid underneath her shirt. His fingers brushed lightly against her stomach and Lily felt butterflies.

She opened her eyes to boldly meet his and found his face barely an inch from hers.

“Hi,” she whispered, almost shyly.

His free hand came up to caress Lily’s face and his slender fingers traced her lips. With a twinkle in his eyes, he whispered back, “Hi.”

She smiled and leaned up so her lips were closer to his. Lily waited for a moment, trying to hold on to the feeling of wanting to kiss James and James wanting to kiss her. A grin covered her lips and she pulled herself up to finally cover James’s lips with her own. It was electric.

Their tongues each fought for control before finally settling to just caressing each other. James’s mouth moved along to the corner of hers where he lightly nibbled on her lip. Lily moaned.

“Lily? Are you okay?”

Lily’s eyes shot open to look at Dylan’s closed door. Dylan’s closed door, which Dylan was just happening to open.

“Who the hell is that?” James asked, standing up, his eyes trained on the door.

Lily quickly grabbed James’s wrist and pulled herself to her feet, before dragging him towards the direction of her room. She barely managed to get him inside of it before Dylan was peeking his head out to look into the main common room.

“I’m sorry Dylan, did you say something?” Lily asked nonchalantly.

Dylan raised an eyebrow. “You weren’t just moaning right now?”

“Moaning? What would I have to moan about?” Lily asked, trying to laugh. Unfortunately, her laugh ended up getting caught in her throat and she ended up coughing instead.

“Okay. I was just… checking,” Dylan answered.

“Thanks for that,” Lily muttered, catching her breath.

“So, you’re okay?”

“Oh yeah,” Lily replied, waving a hand lightly in the air. She smiled brightly at him. “Is that it, then?”

“Well, yes…”

“Okay. Good night, Dylan!” Lily said quickly, before sliding back into her room and closing her door. A second later, she heard Dylan’s door shut as well.

Lily looked up to find James staring at her in half amusement and half confusion. “Forget to tell me you had a friend spending the night?”

Lily locked her door. “Dylan decided—spur of the moment—to stay the night here. I didn’t even know it until he was practically changing into his nightclothes.”

“He changed in front of you?” James asked.

“Exaggeration,” Lily grinned. She whipped her wand out and cast a quick, but efficient, silencing charm on the room. Deciding to be brave, Lily began to unbutton her shirt. She waited for James to comprehend what she was doing before she asked in a sultry voice, “You’ll be staying too, won’t you?”

“Well,” James began, his eyes trained on Lily’s slow moving fingers, “I’ve never actually seen the Head Girl’s room.”

“Not according to the rumors,” Lily replied. She let her shirt slide off of her shoulders and onto the ground.

James grinned. “Yeah, well, those were credited to Sirius. He couldn’t stand the thought of me not shagging the Head Girl. He said it was an unwritten rule.”

“Hmm…” Lily cocked her head and looked in the direction of Dylan’s room. “Now there’s a rule to consider.”

Suddenly, James was in front of her. Lily had to tilt her head back a bit to look into his eyes. Confidently, Lily reached behind her to unhook her bra. James’s eyes were locked with hers. The bra came undone and Lily let it drop to the floor to join her shirt.

Ever so slowly, James’s eyes left hers to glance down at her naked chest. Lily could feel her entire body warm up with his stare. She almost got nervous and almost brought her arms up to cover herself when James’s hands caught hold of them.

“Don’t,” James stated, his eyes still looking down at her body. “You’re beautiful, you know that?”

Lily shook her head even though he wasn’t even looking. She managed to get one of her arms out of his grip and she pulled her hair out of the clip she’d had it in. Her hair fell down around her shoulders. James blinked, as if coming out of a trance. Then, his eyes met Lily’s and it was like a switch went off. He reached for her and vigorously pulled her towards him. His lips crashed down upon hers and a hand came up on her back, pulling her against him.

The feel of his clothing against her skin sent a rippling of excitement through Lily. She threw her arms around James and pulled—hard. He got the message and lifted her up, her legs instantly wrapping around his waist.

James stumbled uncertainly for a second, still deeply kissing Lily, before he pushed her up against the door. Her back hit it with a loud smack. Lily didn’t even notice.

Her hands framed James’s face as she kissed him. With her past boyfriends, she’d always been used to their kisses. It didn’t mean that she didn’t like them, it just meant that they were familiar.

Each kiss with James was different. They each made her feel something new that managed to set her entire body on fire.

Slowly, one of Lily’s hands slid down to James’s chest. She blindly began to unbutton his shirt until she was furiously wrenching it off his shoulders. Then, she was yanking his undershirt over his head and throwing it to the floor. Once his naked flesh touched hers, she sighed in complete pleasure before pulling him as close to her as she could.

James broke the kiss, his mouth making a trail of hot, wet kisses down her neck.

Having time to actually think, Lily was able to take the situation into consideration. “You know,” she said, breathing heavily, “this is what it was like the first time.”

James looked up at her, his eyes completely dark with lust.

“You forgot to take off my skirt then too,” Lily continued.

Slowly, James moved his hands from Lily’s back to the back of her skirt. He kept his eyes on hers as he slowly unzipped her black skirt. Instead of dropping her to the floor and letting the skirt fall the floor, James worked her legs out of the skirt individually. He held it up, dangling it on one of his fingers. Lily looked at it, then him. Then, he dropped the skirt, breaking Lily’s gaze. She watched it flutter softly to the ground. A small little gasp fell from her lips and she looked at back up at James. He grinned wolfishly, before kissing Lily again. This time he took complete control of the kiss, fighting Lily every time she tried to gain the upper hand. Minutes later, he began the trail down her neck once again. Only this time, he didn’t stop there. He continued further until he was laving her chest with kisses.

She bit her lip to keep from moaning as his tongue worked complete havoc on her senses. “James,” she breathed. It only seemed to make him suck, kiss, and lick even harder. She held her hands to his head, half holding him in place and half running her fingers through his hair. Lily’s eyes shut briefly in pure pleasure. They shot open again merely seconds later, when James pulled away from her. She looked at him with one eyebrow raised.

He didn’t answer.

Lily dropped her hand to the buckle of his belt. She slowly undid it, unsure if he would stop her. He didn’t. Then, not caring, Lily hurriedly unzipped his pants and slid a hand into his boxers. She watched as his jaw clenched when she cupped him. She grinned.

“Lily,” James mumbled. He looked down to see her smiling at him and he pulled himself away from her.

“What—” Before James let Lily finish her question, she found herself being tossed through the air and landing unceremoniously on the bed.

“It goes too quickly if we’re anywhere but the bed,” James explained, suddenly appearing above her. “It’s something that I’m going to have to teach you in time…” He slid her underwear down her thighs. “… but for now, the bed will have to do.”

“It works fine for me,” Lily replied heatedly. Impatiently, she pulled James down to her. She kissed him then, like it was the last time she’d be able to.

“You’re complete fire,” James whispered against her lips when they pulled away from each other. He settled over her and her thighs parted welcomingly. Lily hissed in pleasure as he entered her. Her eyes shut.

James thrust into her again, this time harder. “Look at me, Lily,” he whispered into her ear, before lightly nipping her earlobe.

Lily opened her eyes to see his face moving above hers.

“Don’t close your eyes,” James demanded. Lily watched him, considered him, then smiled in a completely satisfied way, and nodded.

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“Where the hell is Lily?” Jessica asked for what had to be the fifth time that morning. Jessica, Lacy and Cece were late getting ready. Or rather, Cece and Jessica were late… Lacy was patiently waiting for the both of them, although it looked like Jessica wasn’t bound to be ready anytime soon. The tall, lithe, brunette was dressed in the bare essential uniform (a white button down shirt with only the middle three buttoned, and a black pleated skirt) and for the past ten minutes, had done nothing but uncharacteristically pace the bathroom floor.

Cece pouted seductively in the mirror. She grinned, pleased with her appearance. “What do you think, Lace?”

Lacy looked up from her book. “Too pink.”

“Too pink?” Cece looked back into the mirror. “I don’t think so.”

Lacy shrugged and looked back down at her book.

“Do I look like a bloody mirage or something?” Jessica snapped. She threw her brush down onto the countertop of the nearest sink. “Do any of you know where Lily is?”

“Head meeting,” Lacy replied.

“Prefect meeting,” Cece said at the same time.

Jessica looked between the two. “I thought she was meeting Dylan last night.”

“She probably went to sleep in the Head dorms,” Cece stated. She shot Jessica a look. “Why?”

Jessica sighed. “I just wanted to talk to her about something.” She turned back to the mirror. “It’s not that important.”

Lacy closed her book and eyed the brunette curiously. Out of all of them, Jessica was the one who hid her emotions the best. She had no qualms about telling a person when they were acting like a bitch or stupid, but when it came down to how she was feeling, she was like a stonewall.

“Stop analyzing me, Lacy,” Jessica snapped.

Lacy jumped, snapping her eyes back into focus. “Huh?”

“You were psychoanalyzing me again,” Jessica said. “You know I hate when you do that.”

“Sorry,” Lacy offered. She tucked her book under her arm and hopped off of the bathroom sink. “I’m going to go join Cordy and Aimee in the Great Hall.”

“Okay,” Cece replied, paying little attention to her two friends.

Jessica nodded in Lacy’s direction. “See you in class.”

As Lacy walked out of the bathroom, she shot another quick little gaze in Jessica’s direction just in time to see her apply some of Cece’s lip gloss to her own lips. With a raised eyebrow, Lacy grabbed her school bag and set out for the Great Hall.

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When Lily entered the Great Hall, she found Cordy and Lacy standing on top of the Gryffindor table, staring in complete fascination at a crowd that had gathered around the Ravenclaw table. She noticed that the Hall was lacking any of the Professors. Frowning, she hurried to join her friends.

“What’s going on?” she asked.

Cordy nodded into the crowd. “Aimee’s in a catfight.”

“What?!” Lily shrieked. She climbed onto the table, grabbing onto Cordy’s hand when she almost fell.

“She’s not actually one of the ones fighting… she just tried to break it apart and got caught in it,” Lacy explained.

“Toast?” Cordy offered, holding out a piece layered with butter. Lily took it. “Go back a bit… What catfight?”

Cordy nodded towards the group of middle in between the crowd. She pointed out a small blonde girl in the middle that was currently pulling on the hair of another girl. “That’s Elizabeth Jackson—”

“The sixth year Hufflepuff?” Lily asked.

Cordy nodded. “The one with the huge—” She made a gesture with her hands.

“Breasts?” Lily guessed. Cordy nodded. Lily took a bite of her toast. “Okay, I got it… keep going.”

“Well, apparently she’s been shagging Ben,” Cordy said, now pointing him out among the crowd. Ben was a handsome seventh year Ravenclaw who played Keeper for the House Quidditch team.

He’d also been Aimee’s first.

Now, he was trying to hide behind Aimee, while still trying to see the fight, which at the moment had a thin, mousy girl holding Elizabeth in a headlock.

“Whoa,” Lily said. She stood up onto her tiptoes to try to get a look at the other girl. “Is that Candice Shakers?!”

“Oh yeah,” Lacy said gleefully. She bit down on a piece of bacon. “I’ve never liked her, you know. She called me a bookworm once. That coming from the girl who knows Madame Pince’s first name and birth date.”

Lily winced as Elizabeth kicked Candice in the shin. “Why aren’t they using their wands?”

“Aimee managed to grab them before it got bad,” Cordy answered.

“You don’t think this is bad? And finish the damn story, Cordy, before I kill you!” Lily threatened.

“Right!” Cordy said. “So, Elizabeth has been shagging Ben, and apparently he dumped her last night because he wanted space.”

“He used the same lame excuse on Aimee,” Lily muttered.

“Yeah, and she took it about as calmly as Aimee did,” Cordy said.

“She dumped his eggs on his lap, too?” Lily asked.

“She attempted it,” Cordy replied, “but she ended up tripping over her feet and spilled the eggs all over Candice’s book. Candice freaked out, shouted something about how it wasn’t her book, it was worth a fortune and Elizabeth better pay for it… blah, blah, blah. Elizabeth snapped something worthy of Hufflepuff wit, Candice threw her eggs at Elizabeth, then Elizabeth freaked out and it just turned into complete chaos.”

“So, how did Aimee get dragged into it?”

“That was actually Aimee’s fault,” Lacy said, leaning over so Lily could hear her over the jeers of their classmates. “She wanted a closer look at Ben’s humiliation and the crowd trapped her in. Elizabeth actually mistook her for Candice for a second and tried to slap her.”

“Holy shit!” Lily muttered, turning to watch the fight more closely.

“It was okay,” Cordy assured her. “She ducked and it hit Ben instead. Alls well that ends well.”

“Speaking of,” Lily looked around the Great Hall, “where are all of the professors?”

“No one knows,” Lacy replied. “We heard something about a last minute meeting but…”

Lily looked at her friend to see why she had suddenly gone silent. “Lace, what’s wrong-” Her mouth fell open when she looked in the direction of the entrance of the Great Hall. Somehow, Elizabeth had gotten a hold of a wand and was now pointing it at a fleeing Ben. Candice was being held back by, surprisingly, Dylan Daniels. A bright yellow light flashed throughout the hall before it hit Ben in the back and sent him flying through the doors, which promptly shut with a loud bang behind him.

The entire hall was silent except for the clang of the wand that Elizabeth had been holding. She shot a quick glare in the direction of a guy who was currently holding one of her arms in a tight hold. It must have been his wand that she had grabbed. He quickly dropped her arm and slowly bent down to pick up his own wand.

Elizabeth and Candice each shot each other heated glances before Elizabeth held her hand out for her wand. Eyeing her skeptically, Aimee held the wand out. Elizabeth snatched it and headed back into the direction of her table. Seconds later, Candice did the same.

And for the first time in what had to be years, a bunch of the Slytherins began to applaud. Soon, the rest of the students began to clap and cheer as well. Lily, Cordy and Lacy hopped down from the table and Lily caught Dylan’s eyes above the crowd. He nodded in the direction of the hallway and Lily nodded back. She would check to see if Ben was alright.

“Head Girl duties, guys,” Lily said. “I have to go see if the jerk’s okay.”

“Sure,” Lacy replied. “We’ll save you a seat.”

Lily smiled her thanks and pushed her way past the people in her way. Several had begun to drift over in the direction of where Ben had flown through the doors and Lily had to resist using the same spell to get them all out of her way. Finally, she had to resort to just pushing them all out of her way and shooting them all scorching glares.

When she reached the front of the crowd, she turned around to face them with her wand held out threateningly at her side. A few of them immediately turned around to head back to their seats, while the braver ones stared her down.

Irritated, Lily raised a single eyebrow. Cursing and mumbling, they turned around to rejoin their friends. Lily shook her head and took a step outside of the hall, making sure to close the doors firmly behind her.

“Ben?” Lily called, surprised to find the hallway empty. She took a step out further. “Ben?”

“Lily?” a voice whispered.

Lily turned to look at a knight a little ways down the hall. Peeking out from behind it was Ben. “Ben?” she asked, this time her face disbelieving. “Are you hiding?”

He rolled his eyes. “Obviously, Lily. Now, could you help me out?”

“Help you do what? I just came out of pure duty to make sure you weren’t in need of any medical attention, and now that I see you aren’t lying on the floor bleeding to death, I can go—”

“No!” Ben shouted as Lily moved to leave.

She froze mid-step and shot him a questioning glance. “Did you just tell me no?”

“No! I mean, yes, I mean…” Ben fumbled for an answer that wouldn’t piss Lily off. “Listen, Lily, I need you to do me a favor.”

Lily crossed her arms. “As fun as it would be to be your bodyguard, Ben, I’m really not that eager for you to not have your arse handed to you on a platter… especially by a girl.”

“I need you to get me clothes.”

Lily blinked. “Excuse me?”

Ben groaned and stepped out a little bit from the knight. Lily looked down to see a tanned, muscled leg peek out from behind the metal. A naked, tanned, muscled leg.

She quickly looked up at him. “How the bloody hell did that happen?!”

“Blame it on Elizabeth!” Ben snapped. “My clothes were just gone once I hit the ground! Believe me, it’s not like I just stripped in the middle of the fucking hallway.”

Lily held a hand up over her mouth.

Ben glared at her from behind the knight. “You’d better not be fucking laughing, Evans,” he threatened.

A loud laugh escaped Lily’s lips. “Or what? You’ll taunt me from behind the knight for the rest of my life?” A growl came from Ben’s corner. It only caused Lily to laugh harder. “Tell me you don’t see the hilarity in this!”

“I don’t,” he snapped. “Now get me some goddamn clothes!”

Lily frowned. “Fine,” she heard a sigh of relief come from behind the knight, “but first I have to find Professor Dumbledore and tell him what happened—”

“Oh shit, come on, Lily!” Ben pleaded. “Please don’t just leave me here. At least give me your cloak or something.”

Lily fought to tell him to fuck off and just walk away back into the Great Hall. Ben had screwed Aimee over and had hurt her considerably, but Lily couldn’t just leave him there… her conscience would allow it, but Professor Dumbledore might not, and Lily wasn’t about to throw the title of Head Girl away because Ben was a jerk who deserved all he got. At least the school had seen him get beat by a girl—that would injure his pride for at least a year.

“Fine,” Lily grumbled. She stalked over towards the knight and began to unbutton her cloak.

“Thank you,” Ben said sincerely. Lily rolled her eyes and held it out for him to take. In a hurry to cover himself up, Ben grabbed it quickly and pulled hard. The cloak got caught on the sword of the knight and the knight began to tip over...

Lily’s eyes widened and she reached for the knight, but it was too late. The knight had already begun to fall, carrying a stark naked Ben with it. Lily shrieked as Ben grabbed her arm in an attempt to keep himself from falling, but instead managed to drag Lily down with him. Lily fell through the air before landing hard on her back. She groaned loudly when Ben fell on top of her, along with what must be the knight’s sword

The clatter of the knight falling echoed throughout the hallway but Lily could hardly register it with the sudden pain in her head.

“Ow,” she moaned, suddenly leaning up, pulling her leg up closer to her and apparently extremely close to Ben’s waist.

“Oh God, Lily, don’t,” Ben growled. Lily’s eyes grew wide when she suddenly took into consideration what was poking her in the stomach. She slowly looked down between the two of them in shock to find that her cloak was barely covering Ben’s butt, and her own skirt had risen up to her thighs.

“What the fuck?!” Lily cried. She put her hands on top of Ben’s shoulders to push him away from her when she heard an angry voice from above them say, “I could ask the same thing.”

Lily’s neck practically snapped in half with how quickly she turned to look up. Standing above them was Sirius Black and an incredibly pissed-off James Potter.