Lily Evans hated James Potter.

She hated the way he antagonised defenceless students in the corridors.

James Potter

I was walking alone up a moving staircase, towards the fourth level corridor, on my way to the Gryffindor common room.

It had been an increasingly exhausting day and I couldn't wait to finally flop onto my beloved bed, with dreams of the wonderful Lily Evans!

Just the thought of the vivacious red-head brought a smile to my face, and I began to ponder other methods to win her heart, when the staircase made an unexpected jerk towards the fifth level corridor, instead. Cursing at the utter absurdity of Hogwarts, I made my way towards the painting of Sir Cadogan, knowing that behind it was a shortcut the the Gryffindor common room, where lyrical sleep and euphonious dreams awaited!

After passing several suspiciously shaking broom closets, I had almost reached the painting when I heard several small whimpers, after further inspection, I realised the cries were coming from inside one of the knight armour display model, that decorate the castle.

Cautiously walking towards it, my hand reached for my wand from within my cloak pocket, once arriving at the foot of the armour, I noticed a tuff of raven hair poking out from behind the knight's arm.

"Are you alright?" I anxiously enquired.

Nothing.

"There's nothing to be afraid of, I'm here to help." I gently assured, "Mind if I ask your name?"

A young girl tentatively peaked her head out from behind the armour and took a deep breath.

"Estelle." She whispered, wiping a tear from her cheek.

"That's a lovely name."

More sobs.

I began to panic, I hated situations like this.

"How does one even begin to comfort a crying girl?" he thought.

James Potter, skilled in the art of proclaiming life upon inanimate objects through transfiguration, but hopelessly pathetic at consoling distressed girls.

This is the quality education I demand at Hogwarts, learning to console distressed people, instead of levitating bloody feathers

Deciding to have another shot at comforting the young Ravenclaw girl, I knelt down, so I could be at eye-level with her.

"Estelle, seriously, what's wrong?" I asserted.

"My boyfriend and I, this is our favourite spot. I was just coming back here from the library and I..." Estelle rushed.

"And you?" I repeated.

"Saw him with a second year Gryffindor!" Estelle exclaimed, breaking into sobs.

"Where is he?"

Estelle pointed towards a broom closet, situated in a corner at the far end of the corridor.

I stood and made my way towards the broom closets, high-pitched giggles getting louder each step. Knocking twice on the side of the closet, I demanded the two, "Cover up
before I open the goddamn door."

I heard a sharp intake of breath, followed by a "Don't worry baby I've got this."

The door opened and out stepped (to my utmost relief) a fully clothed Slytherin third year.

"Don't worry mate, we're fully clothed!" The boy chuckled shamelessly, beckoning for the girl to come out. She hesitantly exited the closet, and smiled as she stood beside the boy.

"And what do you think you're doing?" I barked.

"What does it look like?" Smirked the Slytherin boy, pulling the giggling Gryffindor girl towards him, "Now, could you give us some space? Cassie and I have some more catching up to do."

"I think you've caught up just fine." I scowled at the smug-looking boy.

"Wow!"The pretentious snob exclaimed, "I can't believe the famous James Potter, is being a cock-block! And after all the dirty deeds I've heard you've committed..."

"Enough!" I declared, getting thoroughly annoyed at myself for delving into this to such an extent,

Seriously James, give it up.

This kid's just some thirsty moron, you're better than to get involved in this.

But then I remembered the poor look on Estelle's face, and simply couldn't back down.

When the Slytherin boy realised that I wasn't going anywhere, he felt rather uneasy.

"Come on Cassie, let's get out of here." The conceited cretin commanded, as he held out his arm for the Gryffindor girl to accept.

"Hold on Winston, isn't that Estelle?" Cassie enquired, lowering the boys arm and glancing at the huge silver armour at the far end of the corridor, just out of her vision a barely
concealed, cowering Ravenclaw girl.

"Estelle? Nah that bitch is in the library, studying for the potions exam." Winston absently remarked, noticing Cassie's doubtful expression, he assured, "Don't worry babe, she doesn't need to know anything."

I was just about to slap the Slytherin boy's slimy smug face into the next millennium, when a loud crash of armour was heard from behind them.

"Doesn't need to know anything?" Estelle cried from the end of the corridor, rapidly making her way towards the others.

"Shit." Winston muttered, examining his surroundings in search of an escape.

"You're not going anywhere." I declared, crossing my arms and blocking all of Winston's possible exits.

Despite being slightly out of breath from her sprint across the corridor, and still looking rather wounded at her boyfriend's disloyalty, Estelle stood her ground, pointing her wand at the tip of Winston's nose.

"Baby, please! All this with that bitch meant nothing!" Winston pleaded, ignoring Cassie's angry cries, "I thought you loved me!" He exclaimed.

Much to my disfavour, Estelle began to lower her wand.

"You're right." She whispered, pocketing her wand, "I think I once loved you. But I don't think that you ever loved me, not really." Estelle took a step forward, swung her hand toward his face, her knuckles colliding with Winston's nose.

Crack

Winston fell backwards as the blood from his probably broken nose began to seep down his face.

I let out a low whistle, "Estelle I didn't know you had that in you!"

Estelle tried to steady her breathing while inspecting her clenched fist.

"That felt amazing." She blurt out.

"Look, as someone older and wiser, I don't usually condone violence. But hypothetically, if you did it again, it'll feel even better." I suggested.

So she did.

Estelle's fist collided with Winston's face again.

"And to think!"

And again

"I spent"

And again

"So much of my bloody time."

And again

"Thinking you loved me!"

And for a final time.

"When honestly, you could barely remember my name."

It was at this moment when I decided to intervene, as the slimy git was almost unconscious.

"Look, Estelle I'm loving this display of rage, I truly am." I grinned, beckoning towards the bloodied boy, barely standing up, "But I think Winston's learnt his lesson."

Estelle paused, and gazed at Winston, before looking back up at me.

"One more?" She asked.

"I suppose." I replied.

Estelle pulled her wand out of her cloak.

"Estelle, baby, I love you. I promise." Winston begged.

"Is your arse jealous of the amount of shit that just came out of your mouth?" Estelle ridiculed, "I'm done believing you."

Estelle took a threatening step towards him, and pointed her wand at his face, "I want you to feel the effects of your lies."

"Slugulus Eructo."

Winston's legs gave way and he collapsed onto the floor, vomiting slugs.

Estelle looked down at Cassie, the petrified Gryffindor girl who had been caught with Winston,

"Scram" Estelle whispered.

The girl ran off.

Estelle turned towards me and smiled, "Thank you James."

"Not a problem."

And with that, Estelle strode victoriously away.

I stood before the nasty Slytherin third year, who was sprawled across the floor vomiting slugs.

I think he has suffered enough for tonight.

I recited the counter-spell, and the slugs vanished from Winston's mouth.

Hope he learnt his fucking lesson.

Chuckled lightly, I walked towards the passageway, knowing that I'm going to have a hell of a story to tell the others tonight.

Lily Evans

I was performing my regular prefect duties, patrolling the corridors, when I smelt the unmistakeable stench of slugs coming from the seventh floor corridor.

I was so frustrated as my night thus far had been thankfully uneventful, I've had the most fatiguing day (Who's idea was it to force students to sit in a classroom for three
hours listening to Professor Binns drone on about the invention of the Floo Network?) and I honestly needed a break!

But duty is duty so I quickly climbed up a few flights of stairs, said hello as I passed Sir Cadogan's portrait (he's a friend of mine) when I saw him.

The most arrogant git I've ever had the misfortune of meeting.

The person who lowers the IQ of the entire school by breathing it's air.

The absolute bane of my entire bloody existence.

Potter.

But what was he doing on the seventh floor corridor at midnight?"

I slowly advanced towards the scene, hiding behind some fallen armour, when I saw a horrific sight. Potter was standing over a trembling, slug-vomiting Slytherin third year, pointing his wand at the boy menacingly.

I watched him recite the counter curse and stalk away, laughing.

James had the AUDACITY to laugh at this defenceless boy!

Once I regained my senses, and my legs defrosted, i rushed towards the barely conscious boy, in shambles on the floor.

"Wingardium Leviosa" I whispered, levitating the boy towards the hospital wing.

After I ensured he was unharmed and in the safety of Madam Pomfrey, I exited the Hospital wing and began to make my way up to the Gryffindor tower, contemplating Potter's
foul actions.

Potter believes that he owns this school, he treats Slytherins like shit just because of their house.

He doesn't care about anyone but himself.

Tormenting innocent students?

How dare he.

A/N:

Disclaimer: All rights go towards the wonderful J.K. Rowling

Disclaimer #2: I wrote this when I was MUCH younger! Please excuse the terrible formatting/ Spelling/ Punctuation/ Grammar/ Everything!

One day when I am less busy I will re-write the entire thing - but today is not that day!

{So far, I've re-written chapter one, but I have a long way to go with the others!}

Please enjoy xxx

Love Amelia.