Disclaimer: My name is not J.K. Rowling. Sadly, the only thing I own is my laptop, none of the characters.

Chapter Two: A Small Push on the Road of Dominoes

I was finishing putting a Disillusionment Charm on a pile of dirty socks in the corner when Fawkes let out a short chirp- James Potter and Lily Evans were on the other side of the door and about to knock.

I opened the door with a swish of my wand and Lily's hand stopped in mid-air as she tried to knock on the now nonexistent wood.

"Welcome, welcome!" I greeted the seventh years, moving behind my desk and sitting down. "Please, make yourselves comfortable." I gestured at the two plush red armchairs stationed in front of my cluttered desk. I shifted the newly cleaned Sorting Hat to the ground (it collects a lot of dust sitting up on my bookshelves over the summer) where it started to protest loudly, but I silenced it quickly.

Both of them sat, if rather awkwardly, not looking at each other.

"What is you dilemma, if I may be so bold as to ask? Do you wish of me your Head passwords to you living quarters, perhaps?" I questioned.

"Oh no, sir. That's fine- Professor McGonagall already gave them to me," Miss Evans rushed. "It's just that you appointed ah, Potter to the Head Boy position. I mean, he's probably not the best choice with his grades and reputation-"

At this, James started to object, but was quickly silenced by Lily.

"I think both of us were quite, er, surprised to hear the news. I- we- were wondering if there might have been a mistake." Lily finished hurriedly, taking a deep breath after her statement.

The two of them looked at me for an answer: Lily with hope that I might say yes, and James dreading if I did.

"No, Miss Evans and Mr. Potter, there is no mistake. I placed you together in the hope that you might reconcile you feud." I smiled kindly, taking in Lily's expression of gloom and despair and James's of ecstatic joy.

"But-" Miss Evans started.

"I'm afraid you're going to have to live with it," I stated firmly, picking up the Hat from the floor.

"Now, I'm terribly sorry, but I do believe that we are around one minute and twenty seconds late for the start of the Welcoming Feast. Please, do hurry down- it would be a horrible example for the first years if you started the year off on such a wrong note." I pushed them out the door, closing it behind James.

I smiled inwardly.

The start had begun.

A/N: That's going to be the last of the short chapters! Please R&R… makes me happy.