Lily Evans is a prefect. She wakes up every morning, puts on her uniform, pins on the shiny brass badge, and she's happy. She'll wash her face for no real reason because her complexion is perfect. She'll comb her flame red hair into the perfect prefect hairstyle. And every morning, when she walks into the great hall, Lily Evans will smile.
Why?
Because being Lily Evans was perfect.
Perfect grades, perfect looks, perfect friends, everything was absolutely, to the point, perfect. And she rather liked it that way. People would wave at her as she walked by, and she would smile when she knew the answer to a test question. She would pluck up the courage no one else had to stop Slytherins from bully the first years. Lily Evans was the Hogwarts poster girl, and ever moment of her sparkling life was joyous, joyous, joyous.
Well, there was one flaw in Lily Evans life.
It's name was James Potter.
Whenever Lily was passing the water pitcher with pure grace in her perfect movements, James potter was there, causing her to drop the liquid down a classmate. Every time she raised her hand to answer a question, James was behind her, with an arrogant, humorous, correct answer to drive her absolutely mad.
Yes, James Potter was a menace. A menace with shaggy black hair.
James Potter is a marauder. He wakes up every morning, swearing every known curse word in three different languages- French, English and Portuguese – grabs a set of (semi)clean clothes from his bedpost, and heads to breakfast. James Potter does not brush his hair. James Potter is not polite to first years on his way to the great hall. James Potter does not arrive to class on time.
Why?
Because James Potter is just to Sexy for that.
Or at least, that's what ever teenage girl in Hogwarts (And Professor McGee- no matter how long she denies it-) says.
Well, almost all. See, James Potter has a dilemma. James Potter is in love.
He is in love with an infuriating, nerve popping, mouth watering, knee wobbling girl.
Her name is Lily Evans, and she Loathes the very ground he walks on.
Well, she pretends she loathes it.
Or at least, thats what he tells himself.
For who could resist the charms of such a suave young man, with such rugged good looks and lustrous hair?
No one, that's who.
Except for Lily Evans. James was positively sick for Lily Evans. He asked her out numerous times, even going so far as to brush his hair, and yet not one positive answer. Its always
"Shove off, Potter."
Yes, Lily Evans was perfect. In every way, shape and form.
Too bad she hated him.
Dumbledore is a smart man. A wise man. He wakes up every morning, eats a strawberry jam tart, puts on his robes, and he's off to school. He holds responsibility, which he takes with extreme seriousity- seriousness… But, no one ever told Dumbedore it was wrong to meddle.
No, indeed, he took joy in this pastime, giving subtle nudges to needing students whenever he saw fit. Indeed, Arthur Weasley would have never been married to his lovely wife Molly, if not Dumbledore had accidentally locked a classroom one afternoon on his way out.
Yes, He took joy in his work. It was his pride, his joy – other than Hogwarts, of course- and his favorite hobby. So, when he sees students in need of a good shove in the appropriate direction, deaf to all clamor made by his professors, he can not help but give them a little nudge now and then.
Now, despite all this, Dumbledore had a problem. No matter how hard he tried, where he put them, what spells or enchantments he cast,
Lily Evans
And
James Potter
Would
Not
BUDGE.
It was from this dilemma our current situation arises.
Oh, if only it weren't for those,
Silly,
Stupid,
Brilliant but Evil,
MEDDLING Headmasters.