Dropping Some Eaves
Disclaimer: A young citizen of Toronto walks into a small alternative school at a large and busy intersection for no reason in particular and starts looking at a number of camping photos on the wall. He sees a magical picture of a girl in a tree named Amber Wasabi who is waving joyfully at passers-by and he suddenly springs into the air saying, "She wrote Harry Potter! She wrote Harry Potter!" ecstatically. Suddenly, the girl hops out of the tree and marches up to the picture frame and points a finger accusingly at him. "I did not! I did not write Harry Potter you toe rag! Get out of here! Get out!" And the little boy ran away from that strange school and making it a rule to himself to never accuse random pictures of writing Harry Potter.
Summary: What happens when you spy on the marauders and discover a shocking secret and a little more information than you'd like to know? Read closely and you'll find out…
A/N: Author walks in a little flustered. Hi everybody! Happy whatever-time-of-year-I-ever-get-this-posted-in! I'm Amber Wasabi and this is my first fanfic! Does a happy dance. I just LOVE the uplifting feeling I get when I do this sort of stuff. By the way, I have a blog in the process… But don't expect too much. Right now I'm in the phase of making my diary into a fanfic draft book, and I'll be carrying it everywhere with me, so expect pretty quick updates aka. A week.
Thanks for reading this author's note. ; )
Dropping some eaves…
Chapter 1:In which Lily explains…
OR
In which Lily rants…
Station 9 ¾- Waiting Patiently…
It's good that I found myself a bench. Benches with strong, sturdy slats are probably the best thing to sit on right now, considering how I can't really afford to embarrass myself this year.
You're probably wondering why, and who I am, so I'll tell you.
My name is Lily Marie Evans, and I am positively sure that my eventual downfall will be due to 4 things. Firstly, you Diary. I'm immensely sure that some day someone will unleash your secrets onto the world. So, why do this you ask? As soon as I saw that head girl badge hurtling through the window and into my bowl of cereal (and it still slightly smells of strawberries…) I knew that I would have to document every single moment (well- almost) of this year, or else my mother (the psychiatrist) would rip me to shreds for "not letting out my feelings".
You see, she has this odd theory that if I don't let out my anger, I will literally burst from inner rage. She developed this theory during my first summer back from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, when I ranted for 5 hours straight to her about James Potter and the marauders generally. (Evil twits- except Remus.)
They are actually the second item on my list of things leading to my eventual downfall. There is no way to describe this group than to break it down into sections. Firstly, the ringleader, James Tristan Potter.
He is the most despicable, filthy, disgusting, un-nerving, over confident, smug, self satisfied toe rag that you ever could meet. He has an ego that could rival the size of England and Scotland combined, that somehow triggers him to ask me out every five minutes that he is in my presence.
He is already definitely over six feet tall and well over a head larger than me. He has messy jet-black hair that he continually runs his hands through, and hazel eyes that most other girls swoon over. This is all that I will say about him; otherwise I'll get worked up and snap at some first year.
Remus Lupin, who I mentioned earlier, is a nice, sensible boy with sandy blond hair and large brown eyes, shorter than Potter, but taller than Peter. He's a top student (and though I hate to admit it, Potter is too) and was a prefect with me since fifth year. I seriously hope that he's head boy this year, and not some Slytherin. There is actually quite a good chance of that, seeing how that decision is based purely on marks. Oh- did I mention that I'm head girl?
The next marauder is Sirius Black, the school heartthrob. He has almost literally dated every single girl in sixth and seventh year except my friends and me. He's a tall guy with jet-black hair, like Potter's, and grey eyes that are most often filled with mirth.
Peter is the fifth and smallest marauder. He's totally out of place with the rest of them, being very short and squat with brown hair and eyes.
I guess the real reason why I detest the marauders so much is because of their pranks. They seem incapable of sitting still and not teasing some first year, even for an hour! Ugh! One thing that they can't seem to get enough of is pranking me. They've done everything from making my teeth glow green for a week, to growing radishes in my hair, to even swinging me upside down over the giant squid.
Who are you talking about Lils? Oh! You just fell off your bench.
Thanks Amber. You're really helpful.
Aren't I? Now tell me who you were talking about.
How are you writing in here? Get out! This is my diary!
Well, I'm your best friend, so I get special privileges. I charmed this book behind your back so that I could write in here with my mind. Clever, huh?
Yes. Very.
Come on, answer me!
I was writing about what factors are going to combine to create my eventual downfall. The first one was this diary, the second was the marauders, the third is my ability to fall off of anything that I sit or lie on, and the fourth is my hand gesturing habit.
Ah yes, the gestures…
Don't look at me that way Amber…
Come on; let's go find the others.
Aww, but Amber! I can't document while fighting my way through this crowd!
Yes you can…
Wait, what are you doing? Don't hex the book!
Documentrium Spell- Activated >
The green eyed, red haired girl referred to as Lily Evans, stared avidly at the page before her as these words scrolled across it.
"Wow…"she muttered. "Wow!" she said a little bit more audibly.
Lily Evans always was a little slow to catch on.
"Hey!" she cried indignantly.
Her best friend, a metamorphmagus named Amber (who was currently shaped as a short girl with waist length chestnut braids, and random sparking violet highlights in them that matched her eyes exactly), leaned down and snapped shut the book, stuffing it unceremoniously into her purse.
"Come on, we've gotta go find the others before the train leaves!" she cried impatiently.
Both girls grabbed their trolleys and fought their ways through the thick crowds.
Lily was muddling over the prospects of the new diary, when a large pair of hands enclosed over her eyes, blinding her.
Of course, Lily was a quick girl (sometimes) and her first reaction was to grab her wand and curse the unfortunate person behind her.
There was a loud yelp heard, and Lily whirled around to see herself face-to-face with a certain James Tristan Potter, conveniently missing the shiny head boy badge, pinned onto his chest.
"What the hell did you do to him!" yelled a panicked Sirius Black, from off to the side.
His question was answered when James started to rapidly grow neon yellow, glowing fur all over his body.
"She cursed him." Remarked Amber smartly from behind Lily. There were two other girls following her. One girl was of and average height, with waist length curly copper hair, and darker eyes of the same colour. The other girl was short with choppy chestnut hair, dotted with random sparkling cerulean blue streaks that were the same colour as her eyes.
Ally Swoop and Holly Brites stepped in between their two friends and the enemy, both trying to radiate peace towards the bickering teens.
Sirius tried to launch himself at Lily and her accomplice, but Ally and Holly joined their hands together like in the muggle game of Red Rover, and successfully held him back.
By now, most of the children and teens heading off to Hogwarts had gathered to watch the fight from the only safe vantage point, inside the train. The adults too had formed a large ring to watch. They were all disappointed to see that Lily's only reaction to this was to turn and walk away.
Her friends hurriedly rushed after her, and Amber went ahead to scout for a free compartment. 'Luckily' there were several yells and yelps heard, and about 30 students rushed out of their compartments.
Amber scurried into a spacious one and plunked down into the padded seat, sighing with delight.
Little did they know, that outside their window, in the midst of the dispersing crowd, a black capped, furry, neon yellow boy was turning slowly towards his best friend, with an awed look on his furry features.
"She let me touch her mate!" he exclaimed gleefully.
"Not exactly…" was all that the other boy could get out, before dissolving into a bark-like laughing fit. When he finally finished, he leant, wheezing on the furry boy. "Come on," he said when he had finally gathered himself, let's go find the others."
Back inside the spacious compartment, Amber quietly turned off the documenting spell.
Documentrium Spell- Terminated >
A/N. So, how did you like it? Is it a trashy failure, or should it be continued?
Cyber Lemon Meringue Pie to whoever reviews! As always,
Later Dayz,
Amber Wasabi ; )
PS. I have a good idea for talking animals later! Hehehehe… The suspense!