I disclaim.
For love
But only for true love
Everlasting love
Beautiful love.
Not the artificial imposter
that most people settle for.
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Author Notes: Yeah, I know I just wrote a one shot yesterday, but then I was going through my actual diary today, and found a really adorable quote that I got from an xanga that was for quotes. Which is odd, admittedly, but oh well. The quote reminded me of James and Lily. (and yes, I will be expecting people to be all "awwwwwww" after they read the entire quote -narrowed eyes-) This'll be a four shot cause there are four parts to the quote. Well, read on!
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When you smiled, you had my undivided attention.
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James Potter was very excited. He was riding the train to Hogwarts. Hogwarts! He couldn't believe that he was actually going. Him! Okay, well, that part was a little more believable, considering he'd known about him going to Hogwarts since he was about five years young. And he was eleven now. Nearly an adult - but more importantly, nearly a teenager. He couldn't wait. The downside, though, was...
He didn't know anybody.
You'd think that he would be a really popular little first year, y'know, with his family being a very prominent and old pureblood wizarding family. But he wasn't! And it soaked him with sadness, as rain does to clothing. Wait a minute, that wasn't sadness, that was -
Water? What? James was sitting rigidly from the icy cold water. And shock. But mostly 'cause of the water. The icy cold water. The icy cold water. There was water. And there was a lot of it. A lot of really, really, really cold water.
"Hey, uh, dude, are you all right? I mean, yeah, uh, it was cold water, but dude, it, uh, wasn't that cold..." The boy James hadn't known was there (It was cold water, okay?!) trailed off, but then looked at James. "Okay, maybe it was. But still, uh, dude. No need to get shocked! 'Cause that would, uh, hurt a lot more, considering you're, uh, really wet." James stared at this black haired boy and his aristocrat face.
"I never would have guessed that, had you never told me." James said flatly to the other boy. The boy's grin faltered.
"Uh, dude, are you... y'know, all right?" He said that oddly, like he didn't mean 'all right', but something... else. Huh. Odd.
"Yes. I am. And I am also very, very, very wet. And very, very, very cold. Now, if you'll please leave, I need to get some sort of heat circulating through my limbs again." James said snottily. The boy looked at James, and decided that he would ignore that last sentence. 'Cause who really needs heat circulating through their limbs anyway?
"Okay, uh, dude. My name's Sirius Black. Who are you?" Sirius decided that if the other kid couldn't get over his name then he wasn't worth it. James, however, didn't know this, and didn't particularly care. He was a Black. Evil by association.
"Well then you can leave. I'm sure you can see the door, and find your way to it accordingly." James was using these odd phrases and big words (to an eleven year young) to try and intimidate the Black. Sirius, knowing this (he grew up with those kind of people), mentally laughed at him. Of course, growing up with maniacs had made his laugh become like a dog barking. But the bark sounded like it was cackling. It was a very strange sound, let his cousins be the first to tell you.
"And I'm guessing you're one of those, uh, what d'you call 'em again?" Sirius scratched his head in thought. While James was trying to intimidate Sirius, Sirius was trying to make James laugh. It wasn't working very well. "Oh!" Sirius' eyes brightened with the declaration. "That's right! You're one of those, uh, drat, I lost it again. Lemme think here for a sec." Sirius was, in actuality, trying to find a word that sounded funny, but meant something like light people. This wasn't working very well either. "Oh forget it." Sirius rolled his eyes and started rummaging through his pockets. And he finally found his magical thesaurus/dictionary. "Okay, lessee(1). Search for... good and/or light people that have problems with other people's names..." When the book was done looking for his search, he blinked in surprise. "'Idiot; antagonist; loser; dumb; stupid; moronic; bad guy; foe; bandit; marauder; villain, gangster'. Geeze. That's messed up. You'd think they'd have some fancy word, like hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia or sesquipedalophobia. But those are both phobias, so I suppose not." James stared at him. "What?" Sirius asked defensively.
"Did you just call me a gangster?" James asked cautiously. Sirius laughed at him.
"Not technically, but I think it's funny that you said gangster, instead of any of the other eleven words I gave."
"And why would that be?" James asked, eyes narrowed. The other boy shrugged.
"No real reason, but you just proved something I've been working on correct, so thanks! And before you ask, I was testing the theory that the human brain only remembers the first or last thing in a list of items, people, places, et cetera." James sighed heavily. This was going to be a looooong trip.
Ten minutes later, a girl with shocking red hair opened the door. Sirius stopped talking (Thank Merlin and the heavens above and below him, James thought), and glanced at the girl. James noticed her then.
"Hello! I'm James, and this is Sirius. Please save me." James muttered the last part to her desperately. She looked at him in bemusement.
"Uhh, I'm Lily. I was wondering if you," She was looking at Sirius, "are that really annoying kid that everybody is talking about down the train that has a theory or explanation about everything?" Sirius laughed, that barking cackle of a laugh again.
"I knew I'd be popular." Sirius said smugly.
"Yeah, popular, riiight." James rolled his eyes as he spoke.
"Well, I think you'll be happy to know that I didn't fall for it." Lily said with a smirk. Sirius groaned.
"Aww man! Although..." Sirius studied her. "I think we'll be good friends, Lily." Lily was still smirking.
"What are you guys talking about?" James asked, annoyed.
"He's a fake. He's not really that smart. He just anticipated what you would talk about and studied up on it."
"Of course, Lily here isn't a fake, are you?"
"Of course not."
"Do you two know each other?" James was really out of the loop.
"Definitely not." The other two said together, then Lily smiled, and James felt his breath leave him. It was going to be a long year.
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(1) - I don't mean the actual word, lessee, the one that means like a person/group or whatever that's got a lease granted to 'em. I mean the slurred "let's see" like, how I used "lemme" like, "let me". Okay? Okay. good.
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