A/N: Honestly, I almost don't know where this story is going. This was supposed to be shorter, just a one-shot but my fingers ended up eating more than I thought I could chew. I might continue this if enough people are interested.

Disclaimer: WHY THE HELL, IMMA CRY IF YOU ASK THIS AGAIN. I DON'T OWN DX

"Potions Class"

by: PhantomPotterGirl

It had started with Potions class.

Potions class: a class of which most people might consider to be the most suicidal class of all time. Not, for its educational value, of course not. Potions, is one of the most highly respected and noted arts in the Wizarding community. But rather, its classes which consisted in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry itself, was the problem.

Each class consisted of Gryffindors and Slytherins alike; and for most years it was troubling. Sure a little spit-spat there and a menacing grudge there, but soon enough, all that bad blood and immaturity would go away like a fox crawling back into its hole where it belonged. But alas—not everything is set in stone. One year above the rest; their 'fox' was far from giving up its fight. To add the fact that these two houses had the most bad blood between them passed from generation onto generation, there was much more happening in-between the lines for said year. For this class, had not only good and able students—but students of which had changed the entire Wizarding world forever; for the good and bad.

This year, on the other hand—was only one of the two which have changed the Wizarding world.

Although, it's remains a mystery why the Headmaster and its previous attendants never changed their rule to harbour Slytherins and Gryffindors in that only class. Some say they thought that it would encourage house spirit between the two houses and help future generations walk over their problems—others argue the arrangement causes things to develop even worse than before.

It never helped when Potions class came around during the week and more than half its class was subjected into ploughing through their homework during its morning breakfast in high hopes that their work would end somewhat decent.

It also started with a redhead.

Lily Evans was her name.

A strange girl to most, but to her classmates, they were confidently reassured (ones who liked her anyway) that she was one of the most brilliant witches of her year. She was a girl who excelled in almost all her classes; a girl who never forgot her homework and never asked for favours despite her favourite teachers, who were biased towards her opinion. She was kind. She was compassionate, and she'd never undo a promise. Her word and pride was her everything—not once was Lily Evans ever forced to punch her pride in place. For the girl had a kind heart and a good head on her shoulders, and wasn't taken easily by false and materialistic things.

It also started with a group of boys. Boys who—in fact, were more than enough involved with Lily Evans and her best friend, Marlene Rook.

Nothing would satisfy them more than enough to see Lily Evans fall in shame. Their many ambitions included the fall of Lily Evans and her annoying best friend, Marlene Rook. For these group of boys were not ordinary, they were extraordinary. For many at the time, this group of boys were ranked as the 'most likely to fail in life'. But who's the say they knew the future? For life had more than enough, interesting twists and turns for that class.

They just didn't know it yet.

The day had started normally.

Lily Evans got up her usual time, ate her usual breakfast and sat with her usual friends. No one could say that the day of October nineteenth was a special day (unless of birthdays), it was just another Thursday—a day which a certain fifth-year Slytherin was hell bent on creating the most chaos in their first lesson with those annoying Gryffindors, that morning: Potions.

Suffice to say the rest of his party was more than willing to oblige to his suggestion. It was no mistake that the Slytherin house was sneaky and untrustworthy of the kindness their Head of house, Horace Slughorn, also their Potions professor for the past years, gave them. But despite it all—the house was more than willing to tear others down so far, to reach their goal.

"Did you get that essay done? The one for Slughorn?"

"Yeah—I finished it when you were off gallivanting with those Hufflepuffs from Derbyshire."

"They were cute Lily, how could I not resist?"

Lily Evans stared up from under her plate with a wry smile, eyes staring with distrust at her best friend, Marlene Rook.

"Don't look at me like that."

Lily laughed, and shovelled a spoon in her mouth of her eggs and toast, "I'm just saying—you should have more self-control when it comes to these things. But no point in telling you that now (she glared playfully at Marlene, who in return just smiled all-too innocently), just try and get it down now, I've got my bag with me."

"You want me to finish two parchments of an essay directed to the uses of an Herbicide Potion in an hour? Of which would be near to impossible with McGonagall's eye directed towards our table at all times thanks to that Exploding Pumpkin scenario last week?"

"It's not that hard."

Marlene raised a brow at her friend, a knowing smirk rested on her face. "Even if I did manage to finish it—it'd be nowhere as good as yours Miss Teacher's Pet."

"I am not, a teacher's pet Marlene!" Lily cried outraged.

Marlene only rolled her eyes, "Puh-lease Lily. Slughorn wouldn't dream of giving you detention even if you walked in half an hour late, butt-naked and oiled! You're his pet! His ittle bittle, cutesy wutesy pet!"

Lily frowned, "Do you really have to describe in such great detail when I'm eating?"

"Yes."

"Good for you then."

Further down the table from where the two girls were chatting—a group of mischievous boys were also sitting, and enjoying their breakfast.

"Oi! Moony, what was that thing called?"

Remus Lupin turned his gaze from the Daily Prophet, to one of his best friends, Sirius Black, looking confused.

"What kind of thing are you talking about?"

"That thing, you know the one when you're best friend is so pathetically obsessed with someone that they completely ignore everybody else in the world, especially me—what's it called?"

Remus raised his eyebrows and turned to his other best friend, James Potter—who was staring down the table with a dazed and dreamy look in his eyes, his mouth curved into a faint goofy smile. Remus shook his head.

"It's called being in love Sirius."

"Really? Being in love? I was pretty sure that it was called Psychotic Lily Evans Disorder Syndrome." Sirius raised his voice towards the end, speaking directly into James' ear.

James didn't even acknowledge his friend's close proximity.

Sirius, annoyed, turned towards Remus, who was also a little offended at their friend's behaviour. Both boys by then—knew what to do.

You see, James Potter staring off into space without acknowledging a single thing around him, wasn't a special occurrence (oh they wish). So the remaining Marauders drew up plans, without James' knowledge, in attempts to wake him from his pathetic dawdling; for simply shaking or yelling in his ear wasn't effective enough. Suffice to say the boys have developed these tactics over the years—a tactic for every situation was drawn, for who knew when that devil came running around the corner and James lapsed in his failure of a state again?

"Wingardium Leviosa."

SPLAT.

Spluttering like a loon, James snapped from his daydream. Runny eggs and butter coated his head and shoulders, his glasses smeared with the egg yolk. While James was shocked and cursing the world in every language he could think of (which wasn't all too wide), the two howling boys however high-fived each other proudly across the table.

"GUYS!"

"Sorry mate—hahaa...we just had to do it." Sirius grinned cheekily, "You were off in Lily-land again."

James growled darkly at his so-called friends, who only grinned, before getting up quickly and rush to the dormitory to change. When James had disappeared from the Great Hall, Remus suddenly looked sombre.

"What are we gonna do with him Sirius? He can't keep doing this."

"Don't be such a party-pooper—it's just a faze. He'll get over it." Sirius waved his hand carelessly as he helped himself to more jam and bread.

"It's been a faze for five years."

Sirius gave an exaggerated sigh and turned away from his food, his eyes meeting Remus' worried expression. "Look Remus, I know you're worried about James, I am too—but we shouldn't worry ourselves. Evans is hot, and she's been rejecting him for years; that's probably why he still wants her. It doesn't matter, he'll give up soon enough and then we can go back to pranking the living daylights out of everyone and causing as much chaos as possible. I want him happy and back as much as you do, and he will—just chill."

Remus raised his eyebrow, "Just chill? Even back when that was cool—it was uncool."

"Whatever, dog."

Sirius shrugged and shovelled more food into his mouth. Remus eyed him with a distasteful frown on his features; he really needed to stop eating with Sirius. And keep him away from Peter; who is unsuccessfully trying to teach Sirius muggle teenage slang from his Slang Dictionary—which had expired years ago. The two looked like idiots running around the corridor calling people embarrassing names like 'dog' or 'brotha from anotha motha'. It was even worse with the muggleborns—who laughed themselves silly whenever the two came skipping along.

"By the way," Sirius' voice was muffled from the amounts of bread and jam he had stuck in his mouth, "where's Pete?"

Remus spread the creases off of his paper, and started to read the article again from where he dropped off. "Beats me—last time I saw him, he was in the shower."

"He's such a girl—the way he takes showers."

"Padfoot, his showers are about as long as blinking compared to yours."

"When you look this sexy—time is of the essence."

"Surprised you even know that word."

"I pay attention in class you know."

"Only when Professor Sundry's teaching."

Sirius turned defensive, "Hey! She's got a really nice bum, I can't help myself when she bends over and all I want to do is—"

"No, no, no, no!" Remus cut off Sirius abruptly, "You do not speak of your ugly fantasies of what you want to do to Professor Sundry's bum during breakfast, in front of me. Ever. Got that?"

Sirius chuckled mischievously, "Got it, Moony."

"God..."

Remus rubbed his face with his hand—trying desperately to burn the images out of his head. Why does every breakfast need Sirius speaking of ungodly things to do to women? Why couldn't they just be boring? Needless to say he was more than happy when the bell rung and it was time for the first class: Potions.

This day was going to hell.

A/N: Meh, tell me what you guys thought about it.

PhantomPotterGirl.