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Summary: Lily Evans is in her seventh year at school and is horrified to learn that James Potter, who graduated the year before, is back at Hogwarts. She's even more enraged when she discovers that he is there as a teacher - and one of hers! They have been sworn enemies from as far back as when Lily was a fourth year and since then nothing has changed…hope you like! Love/hate. LilyJames. It is written from Lily's point of view.

Author's Note: Hope you like this chapter. Thanks for all your reviews. Replies are at the end. If you have any questions just feel free to ask. And I've got a little question for you, for each chapter do you want me to include the ending for the previous chapter like I've done for this one? Please let me know.

Last chapter:

I made a dash for my books and then we scrambled into the hallway. First class of the school year was the one that I was dreading the most – Charms.

Pratty Potter would not hesitate to take points away from Gryffindor if we were late to class. As we ran I tried to imagine how Potter would act towards me.

I desperately hoped that he would treat me like all his other students. I hoped that he wouldn't humiliate and that we could at least pretend to act amicably towards one another.

I soon discovered that it was all in vain…

Chapter 3:


Trials…In More Ways Than One


We ran along a number of corridors. I was feeling reluctant, because I didn't want to endure a lesson with Potter, but also desperate at the same time because if I was late he would not hesitate to punish me.

We ran madly up the stairs to the Charms classroom and I wildly flung open the door. Everybody in the room turned to look at me in amusement. They were taking in my dishevelled red hair, my lopsided glasses and my messy uniform. Rose and Trina stood behind me and were breathing just as heavily as I was. Potter had not yet arrived and I gratefully sank down into a seat at the back.

Trina sat on my right and Rose on my left.

"Phew, I thought that he would be here by now." Rose said, the poor girl was practically sweating.

Trina nodded. "He's probably the kind of person who punishes students for the same things that he does anyway."

"Well I sincerely hope he doesn't turn up at all." I blurted out as I started to unpack my books.

"Evans, yet again you have voiced your rather charming opinion of me." Potter's voice cut through the classroom like a knife.

I closed my eyes, dreading what was inevitably about to happen.

"Just because your eyes are closed doesn't mean I can't see you." Potter smirked and the rest of the class laughed apart from Trina, Rosa and me. I reluctantly opened my eyes.

Trina and Rose both looked horrified for me. Rose had even turned a pale whitish colour.

My green eyes flashed. Who did Potter think he was? Some kind of superstar?

"Do you always have to be such a pompous jerk?" I uttered irritably. So much for me trying to stay on his good side.

The whole class seemed to hold its breath after I had said this, waiting to see how Potter would react.

I could have sworn that he looked disconcerted, as if unsure how to handle me. I grinned triumphantly and this turned out to be a huge mistake as he suddenly snapped, "It seems that Evans has some issues. Perhaps we can help sort them out in detention after dinner tonight and for the rest of this week?" he sneered mockingly at me and I had a sudden urge to throw something at his head.

Good thing I can control my urges then, isn't it?

I exhaled slowly as Potter turned away and moved back to the front of the classroom. At least he had decided not to take any house points away.

But Potter then turned back around to me with a devilish expression on his face and I knew that I had thought too soon. "Also, I forgot to tell you…that will be ten points from Gryffindor. Its not exactly the best start for your first day as Head Girl now, is it?"

I was really tempted to throw my Charms at Potter's head so I clenched my fists and bowed my head down until I could no longer see any part of the infamous Potter.

Potter continued walking once more to the front of the classroom and said in a strong clear voice, "Now, lets see what you know." Potter paused for a moment as he thought of what to say next. "Can anybody remember all of the unforgivable curses?" he asked in a manner that clearly showed he expected none of us to know the answer.

Nobody raised their hand and I glanced at the class in exasperation. How could they forget? It was basic knowledge what they were. Even Trina and Rose did not raise their hands, though maybe it was because they were so frightened of Potter.

I looked around the room once more before I slowly raised my right hand. I'll, be damned if I let Potter think I was an idiot. I was just as smart as him…in fact, smarter.

Potter's eyes barely flickered towards me but I knew that he had to have seen me.

However, then he said, "Does anybody know them at all?" He completely avoided looking in my direction.

"I do." I spoke firmly but he looked right past me.

"Nobody? Oh well, they are-"

I saw red. Nobody just goes and ignores me like that, nobody. And definitely not Potter.

"Excuse me but I do believe that I had my hand up." I said with all the dignity that I could muster.

Potter had opened a textbook and was looking at it, not even bothering to look up when he said, "Evans, could you please see me when this class ends. I think we need to have a little discussion about your appalling behaviour in and out of class."

I inhaled unsteadily. That creep! That annoying, little, arrogant, conceited git!

I was going to give him a piece of my mind but Rose placed a reassuring hand on my arm and shook her head slightly.

I unclenched my fists and relaxed back into my seat.

If Potter wanted to be that way, then fine. But I hope he knew that I could play dirty too. And even better than him.

Charms class eventually came to an end. I leisurely packed away my belongings, taking as much time as I possibly could. The last student had left a good five minutes before I finished packing and I hid a grin at the sight of Potter sitting behind his desk, arms folded and glaring at me impatiently.

"Well hurry up. I haven't got all day." he spoke edgily as I moved at a snail's pace towards his desk.

I glared sulkily at him and brushed my hair out of my face. He stared back at me, almost challengingly.

"Okay Potter, what do you want?" I was the first to speak.

"I think that we need to have a little discussion in regard to your behaviour. This kind of attitude may be acceptable by other teachers but not by Me." he told me smugly.

I crossed and uncrossed my arms in frustration. "My behaviour in other classes is quite good. Its you who is the problem Potter, not me."

Potter merely raised an eyebrow before saying knowingly; "I doubt very much that you will be thinking that way during detention. I would like to issue a warning to you, you may think that being in my classes is bad enough, but I could make it a whole lot worse for you if I want to." He leered menacingly at me and I did not miss the threat behind those words.

I scampered out of the classroom as quickly as possible, to find Trina and Rose waiting for me.

"That slime ball. He was deliberately threatening you." Trina threw a look of dislike in the direction of the classroom.

I groaned. "I know. I'm going to fail charms this year, I know it – and it's my best subject!"

Rose patted my arm. "You really ought to be careful, Lils. You should watch your temper. Potter can get nasty when he wants to.

I buried my head in my books. "And don't I know it."

As we made our way back to the Gryffindor common room, I noticed that there was a crowd of students all talking excitedly around a sheet of paper that had been placed upon the wall.

I pushed my way through the crowd and curiously made my way to the front where the notice was.

I wiped my glasses on the sleeve of my robe before I read what it said:


Gryffindor Quidditch Team Trials

Where & When: This afternoon on the Quidditch Pitch at 4:00pm

The following positions are vacant:

2 Chasers

1 Seeker

Only second years and above are allowed to try out.


"Oh, that's all." I shrugged. "I honestly don't see what's all the fuss about."

Trina looked at me as if I had gone mad. "You don't see what all the fuss's about? Its Quidditch, the greatest sport ever in existence."

I forgot to tell you something that I should probably have mentioned – Trina is on the Gryffindor Quidditch Team. It was surprising that she had actually made it onto the team during fifth year, seeing as how unpopular we were, particularly with Potter who was captain right up until last year. However, not even he could deny the obvious talent that Trina had as a chaser and so she was allowed on the team.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever." I waved my hand to indicate that I wanted to change the subject but Trina just looked at me slyly.

"You know, Lily, you should really try out for the Team. You're a great chaser." She told me.

I almost had a heart attack. "Me? On the Quidditch team? I don't think so."

"But you're great at it. Remember when you came over to my place last holidays and we played Quidditch – you were awesome. You didn't join the team all these years before because you were too afraid of Potter, well now's your chance!" she grinned, trying to convince me.

I shook my head. "No way. I don't want to join the team. And I was never afraid of Potter."

"Yeah, sure." Trina snorted. "You're just scared."

"I'm not! I just have other important things to do." I reasoned.

"Like what?"

"W-well, l-like my duties as Head Girl and…"

Trina put her hands on her hips. "I knew it, you are scared."

I, being the mature person that I am, poked my tongue out at her and marched up to the signup sheet for the Quidditch team, grabbed my quill and wrote my name up on the long list of people.

"There, happy now?" I huffed.

Rose looked up from the book she had been reading throughout all this time and seeing the harassed look on my face, asked, "What happened?"

I playfully whacked her on the head with my Charms book. "Always with your books, aren't you? What book from the library haven't you read?" I teased.

Rose reddened. "I haven't read all the books in the library." She protested meekly.

Trina joined in with the banter as we grabbed our books for the next class and made our way back out into the corridor. "Yeah, sure. That's what they all say."

Rose bit her lip nervously. "C'mon, you two. We'll be late."

"Geez Rosie, live a little." Trina laughed.

I laughed with her and saw that fellow Head Student, Kyle Davies, was walking past us. "Hi, Kyle." I said in a false cheerful voice.

Davies grunted and that only sent Trina and I into peels of laughter. Rose laughed weakly.

I turned to look at her. "Oh Rose, we were only joking, you know. We weren't serious."

"Yeah, we still love you." Trina beamed and placed an arm around her shoulder.

Rose shrugged her off. "I-I've got to go somewhere for a sec. I've forgotten something. I'll meet you back in class." She hastily walked away, oblivious to our questions of "Where?" and "What's wrong?"

Trina furrowed her forehead. "Well that's odd." She commented.

"Very odd." I murmured. Now what was wrong with Rose?

Most of the classes for the rest of the day were reasonable. I almost died of boredom during Professor Binns's class, which occurred later that day. He kept on droning on and on about the Great Wizard Merlin. I was sitting next to Trina (Rose doesn't study History of Magic) and had leant my head on the desk and looked over to my right. I could see that there were many students who looked just as bored as I was.

It was then that I was surprised to see a fellow Gryffindor, I think his name is Patrick Wood, looking right back at me. My eyes widened and I discreetly glanced back over my shoulders to see if he really was looking at me.

Patrick smiled at me charmingly and then mouthed, "I'm bored."

"Me too." I mouthed back and we both grinned. I felt slightly ridiculous; we had never talked much together before.

Patrick's good looking, with short dark hair and a stocky build. (A/N: Think Sean Biggerstaff look-alike – yep, this guy is supposed to be the father of Oliver Wood).

Class soon ended and we passed each other on the way out. He gently squeezed my arm and quirked an eyebrow at me in a way that made me want to drool as he exited the room. I stood there; hardly daring to believe that what had just happened was true.

"Did Patrick Wood just flirt with you?" Trina nudged me from behind, voicing my thoughts exactly out loud.

"He was not flirting with me." I protested.

"Yeah? Well what was with your little secret conversation you two had during Binns's boring talk on Merlin." She nudged me again and I whacked her in return.

"He just said that he was bored and I agreed, that's all."

"Sure, sure. Wood and Evans sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G." she started singing and I placed both hands over my ears, feinting terror.

We had just turned around corner when I walked smack bang into none other than my favourite person of all time, James Potter.

"Oof!" I groaned as I lay there, sprawled on the floor with Potter resting heavily on top of me.

I could hear Trina giggling hysterically somewhere in the background. In my daze I could not help thinking, at least she has stopped singing that blasted song.

I lazily push Potter off me, I could feel the hard muscles beneath his shirt and I blushed.

He rumpled his brown hair as he clambered off me.

"Gee, thanks Evans. Can't you watch where you're going for once? Five points from Gryffindor." He snapped.

You'd think he would be a bit more sympathetic towards his old house, wouldn't you? What on earth was his problem? Apart from me, that is.

"It's not my fault that I walked into you. You should have been watching where you were going as well." I responded heatedly.

I never got to hear Potter's reply as he soon began walking away rather speedily.

Then I saw what had made him run.

Pursuing Potter was another young teacher, Professor Simmons. She was roughly twenty years of age and was also new this year along with Potter. I think she was teaching Muggle Studies. A lot of the boys in our year had a crush on her. I had seen Jason Creevey even distributing photos of her. She had long blonde hair that at the moment was flying out behind her.

"Yoo-hoo. James! I need to ask you something." She called after him.

Trina and I, along with the small crowd that had gathered around us, looked at the spectacle in amusement.

"Looks like Potter has a girlfriend." I whispered. Trina heard me and hooted with laughter.

"And it looks like you have some competition." She said back to me cheekily.

I elbowed her. "I thought you said that I liked Wood."

She smiled at me quirkily. "No reasons why you can't have both, is there?"

I spent the rest of the day chasing Trina all around Hogwarts.

We eventually tired of running and collapsed onto the lounge back in the common room. The clock chimed and Trina suddenly jumped up. How she had the energy I have no idea.

But she suddenly said, "Quidditch trials! C'mon, you've got to get changed and grab your broom."

"No, Trina. No, I can't."

"And why not?" Trina demanded.


"That's convincing." She said sarcastically.

We saw Rose walk by. She looked dazed and when she saw us, smiled weakly.

"Rose, please tell Trina to leave me alone about Quidditch." I pleaded.

"Trina, leave her alone."

Trina smirked. "You're coming with me, now."

We suddenly heard a door slam shut and we saw that Rose had disappeared.

"What's wrong with her?" I asked. Rose had been acting strangely all day.

"I don't know, but I don't like it. She disappeared after Charms and then turned up to our next class late."

"Let's speak to her tonight at dinner." I suggested.

"Good idea. But for now however, you are going to Quidditch trials." Trina said before I could make my escape.

She practically forced me to get changed and to get my broomstick – a fairly new Cleansweep 75.

We set off for the Quidditch pitch and my heart sank as I saw the huge turnout. There were tonnes of pupils there, vying for a place on the Gryffindor Quidditch team.

"Must you watch?" I asked, desperately.

"All team members have to be present. And guess whose our team captain?"

"Who?" I said, bored of the topic of conversation already.

"Your Patrick Wood."

"Patrick Wood?" He's captain? Now I know that I am going to make a fool of myself.

As if to confirm my worst fears, Patrick suddenly approached me.

"Hi, Lily. I didn't know that you were interested in Quidditch."

Lily? He knew my name!

"I didn't know I was either." I muttered.

He didn't seem to hear me and instead asked, "What position are you going to try out for?"

"Um…I was thinking chaser."

"Yeah, good choice. I can see you doing that."

"Really?" I asked, my interest piqued.

"Really. Well," he looked back at the long line-up of people. "Guess I better get back to work. See you soon."

He jogged away and I could hear Trina murmur from behind me, "Man, he sure has a nice ass."

I pretended not to hear her but could not help but silently agree.

Then another person caught my eye – Potter. He was sitting on one of the benches with some other teachers who had come to have a look. I smirked when I saw that next to him was Professor Simmons. Potter looked like he wanted to die – or at least Simmons to.

Now tell me, what are the odds that Potter would turn up here, especially as I am trying out? This only increased my anxiety.

Judging from the other people trying out, there was not much competition. A few looked like they had never handled a broom in their life. One small boy had actually crashed into one of the goal posts no more than twenty seconds into his tryout and had to be carried away on a stretcher to see Madam Pomfrey. Though there was one superb chaser that I could not help but feel envious of. She looked like she had been born on a broomstick and I eyed her jealously as she scored one goal after another.

When it was my turn, I started to have doubts and in fact turned back round and began to walk off the pitch when I heard Potter, who had left his seat and walked up to me, say, "What? Giving up so soon." I looked at him or rather, stared up at him as he was quite a few inches taller than me – hey, I'm petite, I can't help it! Anyway, why did he even care whether I tried out or not?

"Leave me alone." I spoke through gritted teeth.

"So you really are a coward. You're just going to back out without giving it a shot." He glared at me with disapproval.

"I'm not a coward."

"Then prove it." He taunted. Seriously, was this guy really a teacher?

I clutched my broom vehemently. I think I even scared Potter. Nobody called me a coward. Least of all a stupid prick like Potter.

I made my way before Patrick and he nodded at me to start flying.

I mounted the broomstick and rose high into the air. And as quickly as they had appeared, my nerves were gone.

Somehow, high up in the sky with the sun about to set and the wind rustling through my hair so that some of it came unbound, everything seemed okay.

Patrick was playing keeper and I had to admit, he played it well. In fact, we worked rather well together.

I liked to think that I scored just as many goals as that other chaser did.

When it was over and I was back on the ground again, Patrick gave me two thumbs up.

"Why didn't you try out for the Team before?" he questioned me in wonder.

I shrugged. "You don't want to know."

Trina ran up and hugged me. "You were brilliant."

"I still don't know if I made the team or not."

"Of course you did. Patrick would be insane not to pick you." She linked her arm through mine and we made our way back up to the castle with much chatter and laughter. There was only one thing that could have possibly spoiled my euphoric mood that afternoon – detention with Potter. And Trina and I also had to speak with Rose.

As we left, I did not notice Potter watching me with a mysterious expression in his hazel eyes. Nor did I see that he was in deep thought and looked like he had been pleasantly surprised.

And neither did I hear him mutter, "So, Lily Evans is a talented Quidditch Player after all."

If I had, I probably would have died from a heart attack.

Author's Note: Sorry to leave you there. Can't wait to do the detention scene…what will Lily have to do? You'll find out next chapter. And what's wrong with Rose? You probably won't find out for a while. Next chapter will show some of the new responsibilities that Lily will have as Head Girl, just in case you are wondering.

That chapter was over 4000 words long and the longest that I have ever written in my life! I was going to break it up into two chapters but decided to leave it this way.

Anyway, thanks for your reviews.


Llamabalooza: I was thinking that but maybe I might make it Patrick instead of Davies. Whatever I decide, there will be jealousy, lol. I agree with you about the James taking points off Gryffindor, more will be revealed about James in upcoming chapters. Notice that he seems to only pick on Lily (hint hint). Thanks for the review!

Hitomi Fanel: I have no idea whether James liked Lily – It's just something I made up. Thanks for reviewing!

cilverblood: That's okay. Thanks for telling me. Kissing's okay (not at the moment between James and Lily because they hate each other – maybe between Lily and other characters. Hmm, not too sure). Anyway, thanks once again.

LillianaRose: Great idea! I'll try and use it in some of the upcoming chapters but just not yet – we've got to have a lot more arguing between Lily and James first.

Oliver's gurl: We sure will be seeing some of the Marauders in later chapters – I wouldn't be able to resist!

Charmed luver222: I know – you are way smarter than me! But anyway, doesn't matter, I don't think. It's not really going to affect the plot. Thanks for reviewing.