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Summary: Lily Evans was never paid heed to be the Marauders. Why should this year be any different? But there is one difference in this year; the six years are assigned to be a job shadow for two months. Lily Evans is assigned to be a Medi-witch. James falls off his broom and has to spend a few weeks in the hospital wing. Rated R for language and sex. R/R!!!

A/n: My first Lily/James story. I hope it turns out the way I want it to. I have so many ideas for it that I didn’t know which one to do. Finally I decided to explain out how Lily and James got together, of course, and why Peter Pettigrew suddenly held a grudge against the two. Just what did drive him to do what he did? I hope to explain that in this story! So sit back and enjoy!

Disclaimer: I own nothing...

Chapter Twenty-Three: Home Sweet Home.

A cool breeze washed over me as I stood outside the Potter house alone and cold. I had ran from the house so fast I hadn’t even thought to pack my bags. Let alone grab a jacket. I was freezing. I stuck out my wand and the knight bus appeared with in seconds. The doors opened slowly and out walked the familiar driver I had met the last ride I took on this bus.

“’Ello luv. I ‘member you. You’re James Potter’s girl.” I didn’t bother to correct him.

I smiled slightly trying to hide the fact I was still a little drunk, “Can you give me a ride home?”

“Sure can.” I climbed on the bus slowly feeling dizzy and drunk.

My stomach turned, “You’d better get me a bed, please, and a bucket. I’m not feeling too well.” I held on to the rail for support.

“Yes ma’am.” He led to the front of the bus where and empty cot sat. “’ere ya go.” He handed me a small metal pale.

“Thanks.” I mumbled sitting on the cot.

“Take it away, Ernie.” I heard a voice say but didn’t see who it was. The minute the bus took off the metal pale filled quickly with my supper. This seems to happen every time I ride this bus...


It only took a little while to reach the small house I had missed so much. I waved good-bye to Stan before they left. “Call if cha need anything.” He yelled before they zoomed out of sight.

I turned around and pulled a spare key from its hiding place. Mum always kept a spare key under the mat just incase one of us got locked out. I always thought it was a stupid idea considering we lock the doors to keep people out yet all they had to do was get the key out and come in. Of course, now, I couldn’t have been more thankful for it.

I entered the quiet empty house, and almost regretted leaving James’s house. I felt bad about not even saying good bye to Harriet and Frank, but I couldn’t bear to stay there and let Maggie and James mock me. Still a little woozy from the spiked punch, I walked slowly into the kitchen to get a glass of water and some medicine. I had figured out that Maggie had slipped fire whiskey into my punch, and purposely left James’s cup there so I could drink it too. There was no other way for me to have gotten drunk. The stupid evil witch.

I took my medicine like a good girl and stumbled up the stairs to sleep in my own bed.


I’ve decided I’ve been too shallow theses past few days. I mean, I got mad at a girl over a guy. A guy who I hated just a week ago! I mean, who cares if she is a bitch and deserves to die. The point is I was mad at her before I really knew she was a bitch. And why was I mad at her? Potter. The stupid bastard of a prat, James. So what if we kissed a few times. Everyone has their weak days.

From now on, I’ll just have to watch my back, and stick to the plan. The plan was to stay as far away from James Potter as possible....let’s hope it works.

The next morning, I woke up with another killer hangover, and no magic potion stuff to cure it. Luckily Tylenol works just as good. With in a few hours my head ache was completely gone and I was free to do whatever. I settled for making me some breakfast.

I wasn’t near as good of a cook as James was so I settled for toast, jam, and a muggle newspaper. It couldn’t hurt to catch up on what was going on around me.

Just as I reached the good stories, the door bell rang. “Just a minute!” I yelled brushing the crumbs off my face. I was still in my pajamas, but who honestly cares...

I opened the door to revile Sirius Black standing awkwardly holding a black bag at my door. I opened the door wider and he walked in.

“Good to see you too, Evans. You have a very pretty house.”

I glared at him, “What are you doing here?”

He held up the bag, “Bring you your books and clothes, of course!”

“Of course.” I mocked grabbing the bag, “Thanks.”

“No problem.” He mumbled. “So, about James...”

“Sirius...” I warned giving him a-don’t-go-there-look.

He ignored me like always, “He sent Maggie home.”

“So?” I asked shifting from foot to foot not liking talking about this. I hate drama, and it has been popping up in my life way too much for my likings.

“ shouldn’t be mad at him.”

“I’m not mad at him. I’m just realizing he’s as big of a prat as I thought he was. ” I claimed in a way Sirius could tell I was steaming mad at him. And I was. He had no right to lead me on like that and then turn around and kiss Maggie. So what if he sent her home! I still had my pride and I wasn’t going to go running back to his house hoping he’d at least glance at me.

“Well, good. Then come back with me.”

“No.” I said walking into the living room and sating the bag on the couch.

Sirius sighed, “Why not?!”

“I don’t want too.”

“But you’ll have to stay here alone.” Sirius scratched the back of his head, “With all those killers on the lose.”

“I’ll lock the door.” I mumbled.

Sirius sighed in defeat, “Ok, but don’t forgot too. I guess I’ll see you back at Hogwarts.” I nodded and walked him to the door. “Bye Evans.”

“Bye.” I mumbled.


On the way back to Hogwarts I had sat alone in a back compartment with the door locked so no one would try to come in this time. I made all day without seeing James, Sirius, Remus or Peter. I’m so feeling a whole lot better about myself. I had time to read all those books I had received at Christmas and even some time to practice my school work. Lord knows, I need it.

Which brings me too where I am currently. I’m in McGonagall’s office waiting for her to come back. Apparently we had something very urgent to discuss.

“Good Evening, Miss Evans.” McGonagall said coming up behind me.

“Good Evening, Professor.” I answered quietly but politely. I really wish this would hurry up, and be over with. She walked over and sat in her chair which was behind her desk.

She opened a few notebooks and flipped some pages. I shifted uncomfortably trying to figure out what this was about. “Let’s get right down to business, Miss Evans.” I sat up straightly and listened closely. This did not sound good.

“Your charms grades are slipping.” I bit my lip. I knew I should have studied more for that last exam.

“If you don’t improve your grades you are endanger of failing.”

I gasped, “Failing?! ME?! But...but...but I had the highest average last year.”

Ms. McGonagall pursed her lips, “I’m aware of that, Miss Evans. Which is why I’m highly concerned with this problem,” She paused and then continued, “What would you think about a tutor?” My eyes widened. was too good to have a tutor. Tutors are for kids who have problems learning. I learn just fine, thank you.

“Maybe tutor isn’t the right word to use. This will be more like a person to help you find time to study. To make sure you are getting it done and understanding it.” Sounds like a tutor to me...

I nodded, “Ok. I guess if it will help.”

McGonagall nodded her slightly, “Good. Mr. Potter has already agreed to help you.”

My mouth dropped open, “Mr. Potter? As in James Potter?”

She nodded, “Yes, he has the highest average in that class. Is there a problem?” Yeah, I went from hating him to kissing him to hating him again in just one week. I’d say that might cause a little problem.

“I...I don’t know if James Potter is the right tutor for me...” Please say someone else! Please!

Ms. McGonagall frowned, “Mr. Potter is very good in Charms and will be able to help you tremendously.” ‘I don’t need help.’ I thought bitterly. Potters a Prat.

I sighed, “Yes, Professor.” I stood up to leave.

“Oh, and Miss Evans, since you two will be studying I see no need for you two to continue cleaning the bathrooms.” Well, there’s some good news. So much for my plan on staying away from James Potter.


Today was the dreaded day. The day I would start my tutoring with James stupid face Potter. The fun that’s gonna be. Please tell me, you caught the sarcasm.

I sighed dramatically and tried to pay attention to what Ms. McGonagall was saying. It wasn’t working. My head was throbbing and my lips were incredibly dry. I think I’m getting a cold.

I sniffed earning the gaze of the girl next to me, but I didn’t care. I wanted nothing more than to get out of this stuffy classroom. As if my prayers were answered on cure the bell rang. I stumbled out of my chair while trying to pick up my books.

“Evans.” A cold voice said from behind me. I turned around quickly almost dropping everything to see James Potter.

“Potter.” My voice came out dry and raspy. I absentmindedly licked my lips.

He frowned but then shrugged it off, “I’d thought we’d start studying tonight since there’s a charm test tomorrow.” A test? Already? How come I didn’t know about it?!

“Ok...when ever you want.” I mumbled not looking him in the eye. Maybe that will satisfy him and he’ll leave.

“Great. Tonight at 7 o’clock in the library. And you might want to get some rest before then you look like shit.” Gee, Thanks. He ran off before I could respond. I stomped my way up to my dorm to take a nap. Who needs to eat lunch anyways?


I sat in the back of the cold library waiting on James to arrive. It was 6:55. I had made sure I was early so I wouldn’t look as if I needed a tutor on how to tell time too. This was so embarrassing for me. All my life I have been told I was very smart, and not to sound cocky, but I am very smart. I’ve just been so stressed lately that I haven’t thought one thing about my grades. This was not going to be a great second semester.

“Let’s get started.” James sat down without even saying hello. I felt rather uncomfortable not knowing how we had taken such drastic turns in such short periods of time. I opened my book to the same page James had his on and he began explain it. I wasn’t listening. I knew this lesson already, anyways...well...sort of.

I watched James as his eyes roamed over the words and his lips spoke them. He seemed so calm and collected as if nothing happened over Christmas break. I bit my lip. Part of me wished nothing had happened but the other half new better. I had loved every moment of my Christmas break minus the time with Maggie.

I suddenly realized James was staring at me as if he expected me to do a back flip out of my chair. I frowned, “What?”

He sighed, “I asked if you understood what I just read to you.”

“Yeah, sure.” I mumbled going back into my daydreams. The first times James kissed me had been so unexpected. It was a great feeling. I dare say better than the time I found out I was a witch. Of course, in a way they were completely different. Ugh, that made no sense.

I frowned again. What if Sirius hadn’t walked in on me and James? How far would it have gone? I never thought myself as the type of girl to jump in bed with any guy who kisses her, but maybe I am. Of course, Peter kissed me and I’m sure as hell not getting into bed with him. I shiver in disgust at the thought.

“Evans! Pay attention!!” James yelled earning a ‘shh’ from the librarian. He shrugged it off.

“I am.” I hissed in a low whisper.

“Then why didn’t you answer me?” He asked angrily.

I blushed deeply. I had been caught locked in another daydream again. Not just a regular daydream, but one that involved James. I couldn’t help it. No matter how hard I tried to pay attention my mind was constantly wondering to other things happening around me. Maybe I have A.D.D.

“I just...didn’t.”


I glared at him evilly, “Shut up.”

“Don’t tell me to shut up after what you did to me!” James whispered harshly.

I gasped, “What I did to you? What about what you did to me!”

He frowned, “We shouldn’t be talking about this here.”

“We should be talking about it somewhere.” I mumbled looking away from him.

“Let’s go outside.” He whispered closing his books, “Leave your stuff here. We’ll come back and study.” I nodded and let him lead me out of the library.

“Listen, Lily...about Maggie....” James started but was cut off by another person.

“James! James!” Peter yelled coming around the corner full speed.

“What is it?! What’s wrong?” James asked detecting the urgency in his friend’s voice.

“Sirius.” Peter panted trying to catch his breath, “fighting with Lucius. In the court yard. A hex fight. Remus told me to come get you.”

James turned to me, “We’ll talk later.” With in a blink of an eye he and Peter were racing down the steps leaving me behind.


Later that night I was in my dorm reading over my charms notes when Mary and her gang walked in.

“I can’t believe Lucius started a fight over that.” One girl said but I didn’t see which one. Mary sat down on her bed and motioned for the other girls to sit down. One girl looked at me expectantly. I sighed and moved over so she could sit on my bed. If you can’t beat them; join them.

“I know!” A short brunette agreed, “Poor Sirius didn’t stand a chance.”

My attention was caught. “What happened?” I asked forgetting my notes.

“Didn’t you hear?” Mary asked snobbish, “Lucius and his boys ganged up on Remus and Sirius on their way to Quidditch practice. Sirius didn’t even see the first hex coming.”

I frowned, “Well, didn’t Lucius get in trouble?”

Another girl chuckled, “Of course not. He’s a Malfoy. His father wouldn’t allow such a thing. No matter what the brat does.”

“Sirius isn’t hurt, is he?”

“Not too bad.” Mary answered, “He’s in the hospital wing for a while though.” I made a quick mental note to go see him in the morning.

A/n: Poor Sirius. Lucius is such an idiot. He gets on my nerves. Anyways, I’m so glad you guys really like my story!!! Please keep reading and reviewing!!!

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