Disclaimer: I do not 'own' any of the wonderful world that J.K. Rowling has created. I could never hope to reach her level of imagination and brilliance. Instead I write stories about what should have happened or what I imagined did. So this is my story.
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This is the 100 true, no bull-shit (excuse my French) recollection of what happened in my 7th year at Hogwarts Academy of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I am the footnote in history, the mother of the Boy Who Lived. I am the wife of the infamous Seeker James Potter. But before any of this, I was just Lily Evans; the stubborn, sometimes socially retarded, muggle-born witch whose eventual downfall was caused by none other than Peter Pettigrew. Also in my last year at Hogwarts I was Head Girl, paired up with the boy who drove me simply up a wall while I occupied the same space as him.
For six years I was tormented by a tousle-haired boy, and now I was expected to share a joined bathroom with him for months on end? I think not. Well let's start from the beginning. Or nobody will know exactly what I am talking about.
Towards the end of the summer when everybody is secretly really excited for that piece of parchment to come in the mail , I was spending hours with an especially heinous breed of pompous male. Just for simplicity let us call this sad excuse for a man, Vernon. Now my rather horse-faced sister Petunia was sitting upon the lap of Vernon. And as I was trying with all my might to suppress the vomit that was creeping up my throat I looked out the window and saw a tawny owl making its way to the house. As much as I would love to let the owl in and scare Vernon shitless, I refrained and met it outside. Accepting the rather bulky envelope I shooed the owl off the overhang and walking quietly inside. My hands were shaking as I remember and upon opening the envelope a shiny badge fell out onto the floor. I could hardly believe it? Head Girl? My hands were now uncontrollably shaking; I skimmed over the letter telling me of my duties. I just had a continuous phrase running through my head.
Head Girl. You Lily. Head Girl. And so the strange chant went.
"What is that you have there Lily-kins?" Petunia cooed.
"Umm…Nothing, I'm just going to be upstairs. I'll see you later." I dismissed my sister and made my way up to my room.
Head Girl. You Lily.
Throwing myself on my bed I stared at the badge and turned it over and over in my hands. It wasn't like I wasn't qualified; I just had some control issues and little tolerance for misconduct. As the endorphins rushed through my veins I actually read the letter involving where I would sleep and such.
As Head Girl you are to sleep in the separate quarters for the Head Students. The girl dormitories will be to the left, although Head Boy and Girl share a bathroom. Head Boy and Girl will also share duties such as administering detentions and…
A knocking at the window tore me away from the letter. Another owl? Opening the window and letting the creature in I took the parchment from its leg. Quickly I unfurled it and read over it. Clearly the author had written it in a hurry, but I did not recognize the writing.
Hey Lily! Guess what? I got Head Boy! I know right, James Potter Head Boy?
My heart sank and I stopped reading right there. James Potter, Head Boy? Folding the letter and stuffing it under my pillow I turned to the owl. It stared at me expectantly and I quickly scribbled a note on it.
Congratulations James. I guess I'll see you in the Prefect car.
Without thinking I pulled my wand out from my suitcase and cleaned up my room. Now that I was of age, I used magic for tasks that I normally would have done out by hand.
But I'm getting ahead of myself, now you must be wondering. Now who is this intriguing fellow by the name of James Potter? I will tell you. Potter was the boy who my first day of any wizarding community turned my hair purple and that was when it started. There became a ritual that at the beginning of every year I would be hexed or charmed of some kind. Most of the time it was harmless but infuriating nonetheless. However, in my 5th year the proclamations of undying love began. At first I thought it was just some sort of terribly embarrassing joke that Potter was playing on me. But then it got old, actually for me it got old quite quickly but everybody else seemed to enjoy it. I shrugged off the rose colored pixies and numerous other charms for the first couple of weeks, but then it got slightly more serious. James would corner me in the hallways and demand that I went with him to Hogsmeade. Sometimes it was quite frightening, but other times it was just embarrassing. And so this act continued for months and then the months turned into years. It really was not acceptable; however I did become relatively stealthy and cunning to the ways of Potter.
And so as one could imagine, hearing that I would have to sometimes spend hours with this boy was unbelievable. Packing, I realized it was a short couple of days until I would be riding that scarlet train to Hogwarts. And reader, you must realize I am not some unbecoming witch that would be lucky to land a ghoul as a husband. No, I am an actually relatively attractive young lady without being pig headed.
A day later I set off to Diagon Alley and began my shopping. This would also be an event to remember.