the marauders: prongs, a jily fanfiction

chapter 2

disclaimer: everything belongs to J.K. Rowling!

Lily's POV:

"Potter?!" I gasped, not able to comprehend the information. He smirked as usual, but it seemed less arrogant, less boastful. "Yes," he said, raising his eyebrows. "Surprised?"

I rolled my eyes and answered, "What do you think?"

We sat in quiet silence as the prefects started filing in, all chattering and laughing. The meeting went by rather fast. We introduced ourselves, beginning with me starting the meeting, but ended up as Potter taking over and finishing.

I scowled but kept my mouth shut as I let my red hair fall in front of my face. After about 15 minutes, the rest of the prefects left, all with the correct information.

"Are we supposed to keep here, Potter?" I asked. "Suppose so," he answered rather gruffly. I shook my head and frowned. "Problem with it?" he smirked, seeming back to his normal self. "'Course I do, Potter," I said exasperatedly, throwing my hands up in the air.

A look of hurt flashed across his face for a moment, and I felt momentarily guilty. Then again, this was Potter, the annoying toe-rag who asked me out every 5 seconds for years.

I turned my head and watched as the beautiful scenery whizzed by. Before I knew it, my head fell against the seat and I fell asleep.

I heard a soft voice in my sleep saying, "Lily. Lily, wake up." But my sleepiness took over me and I pretended not to hear it. I felt my body being lifted up and I fell asleep to the swaying of my body, a pair of warm hazel eyes smiling down at me, full of love.

. . . . .

*lily's dream* (first year flashback)

We all stood there, nervous about what was about to happen. I saw Sev down the line and grinned at him. James peeked out behind him and flashed me a large smile. I glared down at him and mouthed a few choice words.

The lady, Professor McGonagall, lead us into a large room where tons of older students were sitting. I fidgeted, anxious and trying to avoid looking at the older students. Teresa was next to me, obviously nervous too, but she shot me a confident smile.
I stood there, in a daze, until my name was called. "Evans, Lily." I walked to the stool, where on it perched a tattered old hat with a rip on the side. James Potter smirked at me, but I ignored him and smiled hopefully at Sev. He gave me a small smile back. I sat onto the stool, jammed the hat over my head, and heard a peculiar voice in my ear.

Hmm, good brain, lots of intelligence, I see. But also very loyal to friends, hmm. Very hard choice. You'd do well in Ravenclaw, but... Well, who said that one house only had one quality?

"GRYFFINDOR!" it shouted, and I flounced over to the Gryffindor table, beaming. I saw Sev shake his head and give me a sad smile. I gave a small smile, but turned to the other kids and started introducing myself. After the Sorting was finished, a tall old man with twinkling blue eyes and a white beard grinned and said, "I have a few words! Ickler! Enwurt! Quickle! Meek!"(I typed random words, don't blame me) I raised my eyebrows but turned to the table, and my jaw dropped at the platter and bowls of various steaming food.

*dream ends*

. . . . .

I felt myself swaying, leaning against a warm body. I opened my eyes groggily. I saw a black outline of some frames. Frames? Hazel eyes?

Oh no.

I squinted my eyes, trying to make sure that it was actually was him. Untidy hair, black frames, hazel eyes. Yep. Definitely him. I groaned inwardly. Out of all people, it had to be Potter.

I dropped the act and opened my eyes. Potter didn't notice. Then I realized, in horror, that he was carrying me bridal style. I opened my mouth and let out a howl.

"POTTER!" I screeched, thrashing out.

He jumped, startled, but didn't let go of me. "What's the matter?" he asked, seeming genuinely worried about me. I frowned and looked at him, pouting. James-I mean Potter, looked down, his brain (if he had one) putting the pieces together as his face recognized it. He grimaced and quickly set me down.

"Sorry," he mouthed. I rolled my eyes and sighed, turning away. Then I realized that nearly everyone was watching us. Me and my big fat mouth for shouting at him. I flushed a deep red when I saw my friends snickering and making kissy faces. I made a face and ignored them as I stalked towards their end of the table.

I thought through what had happened. It was actually kind of sweet. Had James Potter actually changed? If that was in 5th year, he and his goons would have been laughing at me, possibly making baby faces and fake drooling. I realized how mortifying it would have been for him when I shrieked at him as I was laying in his arms. I grimaced inwardly and looked towards the other end of the table for James Potter.

He was already watching me carefully, along with Remus, smirking a bit. I shot a look at Remus, and mouthed, "Sorry about that," to Potter who nodded, giving me a small smile. I rolled my eyes but dug into my food, cramming my mouth with food.

It was going to be a long year.

But little did I know what was to become of me yet.

A/N: sorry it wasn't very long, but i didn't have much time. hope you enjoyed, and don't forget to give some feedback! ;)

song of the chapter: "the sweet escape" by gwen stefani