A.N: Shock horror! I've got another multi-chap fic up! It's quite amazing really...as most of my stories are one-shots. I hope you all like it, I think it's a bit different from my other things...give it a go and tell me what you think. When I posted "The Best Man's Speech" someone suggested that I do a story about the time when James proposed to Lily, so this is it!
Disclaimer: I own nothing that is entailed in this story; only my insane imagination and a notebook to write it all down in.
Oh Merlin…
Oh Holy Merlin and all the Gods of Quidditch have mercy on my soul…I am a dead man walking.
I, James Harold Potter, have done the most stupidest thing ever in the history of all time as we know it.
I've been with my girlfriend, the most fantabulous girlfriend in the world I'll have you know, for a grand total of seven months, a personal best, and I've decided to propose to her. I mean, there's really no-one else I can see myself growing-old-and-grey-until-our-kids-get-fed-up-of-us-and-dump-us-in-an-old-people's-home with, but her.
But I know for a fact that that little fantasy will probably now never become reality.
As I've lost the engagement ring.
I don't know exactly how it happened. It's not like I'm a forgetful person generally….Well, apart from that incident where my doting parents purchased a hamster for my seventh birthday, which I adored for approximately a week and then completely forgot about due to the fact that the new Nimbus broomstick had just hit the shelves of Quality Quidditch Supplies.
Needless to say, I haven't had such a high maintenance pet since.
But this is ridiculous! My girlfriend's engagement ring is not a hamster which I didn't feed for a month! It's a symbol of my undying love for her!
I must find it! I have exactly a week until we graduate from our seventh year in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and I want to propose to her before we leave.
Exactly a week in which I have to ransack every inch, every speck, every minute bit of dust that lurks underneath beds and in between bookshelves for that dratted piece of jewellery!
Oh Gods…a week to propose…seven days…one hundred and sixty eight hours…
I better get started…
I've been scratting around like a hen in the Common Room for around half and hour now and there's still no sign of it!
My "Best friend", notice the inverted commas, Sirius Black, is just leaning against the portrait door, clearly highly amused that I've lost the ring, which is also a very valuable piece of jewellery that's been passed down through my family for generations…
Oh Good Godric, add that to the growing list of reasons why I won't live to see the end of the week. My mother is going to massacre me when she finds out! I had to practically beg her to owl it to me in the first place!
Sirius is now chuckling merrily away while I practically dismantle one of the squishy armchairs in my bid to find the blasted thing….He won't be laughing when I blackmail him to help me…Mwhahaha…I love being Head Boy, so many up-sides….
"I hate you Prongs."
Sirius is now, for the first time, living up to his name. I suppress a laugh as he emerges from the fire-place, absolutely covered in soot.
Sirius Black. Black as coal, get it? …Eh, Lily did always say that I had a strange sense of humour…
"Padfoot…why in the name of Merlin did you decide to look up the chimney for the ring?" I ask, ignoring the mock-me-and-I-kill-you-and-feed-you-to-Hippogriffs look.
"You told me to flipping look everywhere!" He bellows out, "And that's what I'm bloody well doing!"
I laugh and he throws a pillow in my direction, which I catch with ease, "I mean…it's a ring. Don't count the fact that your mom will murder you when we get home-" I visibly wince – "and tell me honestly: Is Evans really worth the trouble?"
"Am I really worth the trouble for what exactly?"
A.N: Dun dun dun! That's the first chapter done and dusted. I'm going on holiday later on today (5pm British time) and I won't be back until next Saturday...so that's when the next update'll be. Drop me a line and tell me what you think!