Prologue
Hell is an Understatement
Disclaimer- Unfortunately, this is not mine.
Hell: noun a place or situation of evil or destruction
"Lily, can you show me where the library is?" A big blue eyed, blond haired first year asked the 5th year. His eyes had an entrancing quality that was rather adorable coming from such a minute human.
Lily let out a frustrated sigh at the boy's question, "Michael, I have been showing you the way to the library for the past week. You don't remember where it is?"
"No. I think I have short termed memory challenged." The boy blinked inquisitively at her. He gave a sweet pout as he rocked his shoulders back and forth waiting for Lily to reply.
"Short term memory loss?" Lily corrected, her lips curling into a smile at his childish mistake.
Michael frowned, "Uh huh." Lily had been considering saying no to him. She was getting rather bored with walking him to the library but that innocent, melancholy face told her that he really needed help adjusting to his new home, Hogwarts.
Lily sighed giving in to his innocence, "Alright, fine. But this is the last day I'm going to help you." Lily said. "So make sure you remember which corridors to take."
"Can you hold my hand?" He pouted extending a hand up towards Lily.
Lily took his small hand and began to lead him towards the library when a voice, like nails on a blackboard, made her wince.
"Not fair!" James said, jumping over the stair banister. Silently, he had been watching Lily; a hobby that was among his favorites. He landed next to Lily gracefully, throwing her a dimpled smile.
"Go away Potter." Lily barked.
"No. He does this to you every day." He said, nodding towards Michael.
"That's because he doesn't have the brain power to remember how to get to the library. Just like you don't have the brain power to remember how every time you bother me, you end up hexed." Lily's eyes narrowed at James as she spoke.
James ran a hand through his messy hair, "I think he has another agenda…"
"Would you stop doing that to your hair?" Lily nagged. "God, do you really think it looks better like that?" She barked.
"Come on, let's get away from him and go to the library." Michael said, tugging on Lily's hand.
"Wait. He has another agenda?" Lily asked, finally realizing that James had said something before she jumped down his throat about his hair.
"No shit Evans." He said.
Lily frowned, "Go away Potter. You're just jealous because he's holding my hand and your not."
"Yeeeeah Potter." Michael sang.
James raised an eyebrow at the first year and continued, "Why don't you tell Lily what you've been telling all your friends in the common room?" James condescendingly said, kneeling next to him.
"Potter, get the hell out of here." Lily said, again turning to head towards the library.
"Okay, but he's just using you Evans!" He called after her.
Lily wheeled around again, and accidentally yanking on Michael's arm as she did, causing him to let out a surprised yelp. "He's a bloody first year!" She said.
"A damn smart one too." James said. "Either that or your just too naïve to see past your nose."
"What are you aiming at?"
James chuckled, "He wants to walk to the library with you every day so he can spend time with you. It seems Mr. Michael has a wittle crush on Wiwy Evans." He cooed.
Lily blushed, "Shut up Potter."
"He does! Ask him." James suggested.
Lily looked down at Michael who was furiously looking at James. "She's not supposed to know!" He said, stomping his foot.
"Aw, that's actually really cute." Lily said.
"Cute?" James repeated.
"Yes Potter, are you deaf?" Lily asked, annunciating each word as if James was really deaf.
"You think guys that have crushes on you are cute?" James asked.
"Yes I do." Lily spat.
"So you must think I'm damn hot then." A cheeky smile crossed his face as he used simple logic to mess with Lily. "Because I am in love with you Evans."
"What? Bloody hell Potter!" Lily said, frustrated. "He's only 11!"
"So you rather date an eleven year old than me?"
"YES!" Lily shouted. James had pushed her past her point of patience a long time ago.
"Sweet…" Michael mumbled.
"You perv!" James said; grinning at how Lily had fallen for the trap he laid. "You'd date a first year?"
"Of course not!"
Michael whimpered and promptly ran off, cursing Lily as he did.
"Now look what you've done." James said. He quickly caught up with the now departing Lily. "Where are you going?" He asked.
"Away from you." She said, her face red with anger.
"But I want to talk to you."
"Well that's just too bad because at the moment, I want nothing to do with you." She entered the Great Hall, which was filled with students eating their diner and socializing.
"You can't keep avoiding alone time with me Evans."
"Alone time?" Lily repeated, making her way down the center aisle towards an empty seat at the Gryffindor table.
"Yeah, so we can talk." James said.
"What the hell would we talk about?"
"About how much you love me."
"Get your head out of your arse Potter. I hate you."
"Nah." James dismissed. "Come on, let's go outside, I want to talk to you."
"First of all, it's against the rules to go outside this late at night and sec-." She began but was interrupted by him.
"And God forbid you got a bad mark on your perfect record…" He mocked.
Lily's eyes narrowed at him, "That's it! I'm done talking to you."
"I hoped I wouldn't have to resort to bribery and blackmail but alas, you have given me no choice…." He said with a shrug.
Lily glared at him, "What bribe me to go with you with a box of chocolate frog trading cards?" She said, sarcastically. "Not a chance."
"No with this." James said, pulling out a slip of paper from his pocket.
"James you're not bribing me to talk to you with a bit of parchment."
"Dear James," He began reading from the paper in his hands. "It is your dearest Lily writing to you. My heart throbs with pure love for your handsome features and perfectly sculpted rear end…" He said, grinning as he spoke.
"I didn't write that!" Lily interrupted.
James leaned in closer to her and said, "You know that and so do I but…" He extended a hand dramatically. "The school doesn't."
"No one will believe that rubbish." Lily dismissed.
"Shame Sirius and Remus witnessed you putting in my dorm this morning…"
"Bloody hell Potter!" Lily said, lunging for the letter.
"I don't think so." James said, sliding it into his slack's pocket.
"Give the damn thing to me." Lily dove her hand into his pocket.
James, naturally, did not object to Lily groping around in his pocket. He enjoyed it.
"Lily…" He said, grabbing the wrist of the hand that was in his pocket.
"Where'd it go?" Lily asked, continuing to search his seemingly empty pocket.
"You got to dig down deeper." James said.
Lily frowned, "You prick! Where is it?" She snapped angrily.
"Lily stop touching me!" James shouted.
Several nearby students turned to look at the pair. Lily blushed and took her hand out of his pocket. "Whoa Evans." A passing seventh year said. "I never would have guessed…" He nodded his head in approval as he continued to the Ravenclaw table causing Lily to blush a deep red.
James laughed and tossed Lily the parchment that had been in his pocket. "It's yours."
"It's blank!" Lily threw the paper to the floor. "James Potter you will not wake up tomorrow morning!" She shouted.
"I love it when you blush…" James said, grinning at her embarrassed face.
"I've had enough!" Lily cried.
"Me too." James agreed. "I've had enough of this, 'Let's pretend we are not seriously in love with James Potter' thing."
Lily's face grew redder, if possible. "James, I am going to give you three seconds to get your sorry arse as far away as possible from me before I take my wand out and hex you until you pass out." She hissed, threw gritted teeth.
"One…" Lily began.
"My parents used to do this before they'd spank me…" James grinned as he watched Lily scowled.
"Two…" To keep herself from attacking James, she grinded her teeth and clenched her fist tightly until her knuckles were white.
"Are you going to spank me?"
"Two and a half…"
"I was just kidding. Calm down Evans."
"Three!" Lily dug her hand into her pocket and pulled out her trusty 10 ¼ inch willow wand; perfect for charms and hexing annoying black haired Gryffindors.
"Miss Evans!" A ruler went whipping threw the air and found Lily's hand, leaving her with a nasty red lash across it. She involuntarily dropped her wand as she shook of the pain.
Lily swore angrily, expecting to turn and see the culprit of the distraction to be Sirius, "You fuc-." She angrily shouted as she turned only to find 6' 10", Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor, Nicholas Newell hovering over her.
Lily's mouth dropped and she gasped slightly. "What were you going to call me?" He asked.
"I, um…" Lily began, trying to think of something to get her out of this.
James let out a roar of laugher as he tripped onto a bench, clutching his stomach tightly. Lily sent a death glare at James but he didn't notice. He was too preoccupied with trying to breath through his laughter to notice anything going on.
"You were going to call me a f'ing what?" He asked, his voice deep and hoarse.
Lily shook her head; she didn't know what to say. "Probably a f'ing man whore." James piped in. "At least, that's what she usually calls me." He shrugged.
Lily closed her eyes and begged herself not to turn around strangle him. "Evans, to my office right now."
"Excuse me Professor, but I think it would be more appropriate if I spoke with McGonagall about my consequence. She after all, is the head of Gryffindor." Lily suggested. Even though McGonagall was strict, she rather it be her that punished Lily than Newel.
"I don't think that will be necessary. I am quiet capable of thinking up a decent punishment for you…" Newel said.
"It's not that she doesn't think you can think of an appropriate punishment." James began, speaking in a 'matter of fact' kind of tone. "She's just afraid that you might rape her."
Lily's mouth dropped, "Why would she think that?" Newel asked, turning to Lily.
Lily shook her head, "That's a bloody good question! Why would I think that Potter?" She barked.
"Because you told me so." James lied.
"That's it. To my office Evans."
As Lily was being dragged off by Newel, she shot James a dirty glare and flicked him off. "I bloody hate you!" She searched for a non-vulgar word to use in front of Newel. "Four eyes!"
"Carrot top."
Lily let out a frustrated groan. "I hope you rot in the depths of the hell."
"I'll see you there, Love." James said, blowing her a kiss.
No matter what Lily said, James would always outdo her, which just pissed her off more. But sadly, this was the only way James felt he could get attention from the girl he had a crush on for five years.
Which was very unfortunate for Lily.
A/N- This was just a spur of the moment kind of chapter. Actually, I would consider it more of a prologue seeing as it is rather short. So how'd you like it?
If I get reviews, I'll continue. If not, then I won't. After all, there is really no sense in me continuing if no ones going to read it.
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Thanks,
Claire
