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On with chapter one
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Lily's POV
I woke up and, as usual, my hair was a jungle. I didn't even have to get out of bed to look in a mirror to know that, as it's a well-known fact that my hair is a curly mess. Actually, come to think of it, it's more like a tangled-orange-mess, so really, it's sort of similar to an endangered species of a rain forest! I hate my hair, though! I wish it was straight like my bestest friend, Amanda (and yes, I realize bestest is not a word, but it fits her quite well), and any other color as well (believe me, I am not picky).
Of course, I could always dye it. Then again, my parents haven't allowed me to even go near a bottle of hair dye since that one summer when James Potter (my archenemy who claims he is in love with me) turned my hair purple and my parents actually thought I had done it¦ on purpose! I know what you are thinking. How can they think it was I? Me; the good girl in the family, their favorite daughter (at least I hope). Me! I was just as speechless as you all probably are.
Anyway I should be happy. After all, I am going back to Hogwarts. Then again, I'll have to deal with Potter and Sirius Black (my archenemy's best friend (and the best-looking guy in school)). I sometimes wonder who out of the pair is more annoying¦ to answer your unasked question; Hogwarts is a boarding school for wizards and witches (and you thought I was weird before¦ You really have no idea).
I'm happy about this, extremely happy, because I will finally be able to get away from Petunia, my horrible sister. She doesn't exactly like my being a witch very much. You see, Petunia is the kind of sister who will ignore you, but it's a little hard to be ignored when you can do a little something called magic just by using a handy stick, more commonly known as a wand. Also if, for some strange reason, she doesn't ignore you she will yell at you, or call you names, be rude towards you, or will blame you for whatever is wrong in her own life (and, might I add, there are lots and lots of things).
We weren't always like that. In fact, before I got my letter of acceptance to Hogwarts, we were actually quite close. She used to tell me everything, and even taught me things about, well, everything really. Now everything is different, however, and the closest to talking like we used to for us is well, yelling of course. The good thing about today is that I wont see her (and her big mouth) for a long time, well, at least until Christmas.
It was still far too early to do anything, let alone get ready. Perhaps I could read a book, but in order to do that, I would have to actually get out of my bed. The problem with that is, not that I am lazy, but my bed tends to make an awful lot of noises when I get up and, knowing that Petunia is a very light sleeper, I prefer not want to wake her up. I have noticed that she seems to be in her crankiest mood (especially towards me) in the mornings when she is woken up too early. So for that reason, I tend to avoid her at all costs in the mornings. One time, for example, when I was twelve, I ended up making a small hole in the wall so I could try and sneak out of the bedroom (yes I am a little weird). Needless to say, the plan was unsuccessful.
I couldn't wait for Hogwarts so, naturally, I had already finished packing the night before and had everything ready to leave by the time I slipped into bed. The only problem with that was that I couldn't do anything for the time being¦ unless, of course, you count talking to you.
To make a very long and very confusing story short, I guess I have nothing left but to tell you everything about Hogwarts, though I am almost positive I covered the whole lot. Oh, except James Potter (just his name makes me furious), but he doesn't really matter. The only thing you need to know about him is that he has been trying to make my life a living hell all throughout my years in Hogwarts.
He had annoyed me, embarrassed me, and played cruel pranks on me. So now you see why I hate him. …Or do you? Oh, so you don't believe me! Well, here is a fine example to prove it to you. Just one week after I came to Hogwarts in our first year, he made a display of my underwear in the bloody Great Hall! That, I will also proudly add, was the first time I hexed him. Unfortunately, we both got into trouble and because of my carelessness in my trying to kill him, 50 points were taken off Gryffindor (my house) and I received my first of fourteen detentions. I hate to say it but, it was so worth it! (AND I guess, now that I think back on it, his cruel prank was a tad bit funny but how in the world did he get my underwear?). The torture continued.
In our second year, he pulled my hair non-stop whenever the chance presented itself. That or he would make me trip, and fall, or try to distract me, attempt to get me another detention (please tell me you are starting to see why I hate him so much). Though I despise myself for admitting it, he was able to succeed a couple of times. For example, one time he managed to get me in trouble by making it look as if I had written a love letter to Peter Pettigrew. That was when he and Peter weren't friends, but still, it was cruel. Worst of all, Peter tried to kiss me! Luckily, I escaped, thanks to Amanda and a textbook (another great reason to like books that are hardcover, he he). It would've been funny if you weren't me, but if you were, you would have ended up in your dorm room crying, like I was.
In our third year, he asked me out. I will admit I liked him during that year, so it was hard for me to say no, and I almost said yes. Right before I did, though, I noticed he had this kind of smile that sort of gave off the impression that he was thinking, I am going to do something bad like dump you as soon as you say yes, or something, so naturally, I turned him down. That isn't what really happened of course (but if anyone who doesn't know the truth asks me, that is the story I will tell them happened). I like you all though, you ARE very good listeners, so I suppose you deserve to know the truth (sigh).
"Hey EVANS" James called, screaming the last syllable.
"WHAT?" I snapped turning around. To my surprise James appeared completely calm.
"Oh, nothing, I was wondering if you would like to go out with me on the next Hogsmade weekend " He said simply. I froze for a whole minute, and then another minute.
"Are you serious?" I finally asked him.
"Maybe," He replied with a mischievous grin.
Just then, Melissa Anders came into the room. She was also a third year, but a Ravenclaw, and when she saw James, she smiled at him. Nothing out of the ordinary about that, though. I mean, honestly, half of the female population would kill for him to notice them. I saw James face turn red, and suddenly, he had a wide smile resting on his face. That was the moment when the thought first struck me.
He had set it up. He didn't like me. He liked Melissa, not me. After that, I did what anyone in my position would have done; I dropped my heaviest textbook (yet another reason to love books) directly on James' foot and promptly slapped him. I then proceeded to scream at him for playing such a cruel joke before storming off straight to the girls' dorm room, my heart broken.
That was dreadful day and embarrassing as well. I will never forgive him for that one.
Then last year, in our fourth year, he started asking me out, constantly. And by constantly, I mean every-bloody-five-minutes. Saying no became the easiest thing in the world for me to do. You would think he would have gotten the point I was trying to get across, which was a I hate you, after the 100th time I would said no, but sadly, that was not the case. I didn't realize how daft he truly was! How hard was it to understand that single syllable, single meaning word. N-O, no! Sometimes, I think he just did it for fun, but then other times, when I really think things through, I know he wouldn't be so low.
Mmm¦ what was that smell downstairs? It smelled like pancakes! Yes pancakes. That meant that mum was already up, and that meant that I was allowed to get up myself with no consequences if Petunia happened to wake up because of me. I ran downstairs in a hurry, not caring that my feet were making a horrible racket.
"Can we go now?" I asked my mom swiftly upon seeing her. She turned from the stove and looked at me, putting a hand on her hip.
"Why are you in such a hurry?" She asked with a knowing smile. "Have you finished packing?"
"Mum, you know as well as I do that I started packing last week!" I whined to my mother, a hint of exasperation in my voice.
"Oh, well excuse me. I forget how strange you are for your age." She answered to my complaint in a teasing tone. I glared at her in response.
"Mother, I am not!" I said in an annoyed voice, but she just laughed.
"Are too!" She called childishly, turning back to the stove to tend to the food. "Anyway, Lillian, sit down. I'm almost done making your breakfast. I'll have to take you to King's Cross Station by myself because your sister mentioned that she felt a bit sick. She came up to me with a dreadful fever last night."
I paused as I made my way to the chair at the kitchen table. Would Petunia really fake sick? "Yes" a voice in my head immediately answered. Petunia didn't want to come and had to force my dad to stay home with her. Now I wouldn't be able to say goodbye unless I woke him up, but (I am desperately trying to find the silver lining here) I would get to leave earlier. I looked up and found my mother staring at me with a perceptive expression on her face.
"I know what you are thinking, and I wouldn't worry too much, dear. Petunia well, she'll come around, just give her time. Now, eat your breakfast, and do hurry it up, darling, we don't want to get caught in traffic." I stared at her disbelievingly.
"Who is a time freak now?" I cried laughing. She put a glass of juice down in front of me with a sigh.
I am allowed to, I'm older. You on the other hand" She said, fighting a smile. I looked away from my plate and stared her straight in the eye, keeping my face completely serious.
"You are hilarious, you know that?" I answered sarcastically.
"Oh Lillian, of course I know that." She said smiling. I decided to just let the subject drop. After all, there was no way I could beat my mum when it came to conversations like those. She was too clever. I think I got some of my intelligence from her side of the family, especially since she was a surgeon. Surprisingly enough, everyone usually thinks that I'm adopted, mostly because both of my parents are patient and peaceful. Me on the other hand, well people judge me the most when I attempt to kill Potter. In case you didn't catch the point I was trying to make, I am the complete opposite of my mother and father.
We left our home in a rush and finally arrived at the platform, panting and clearly out of breath from running. We stood still for a moment, both trying to compose ourselves, and suddenly, our annual awkward goodbye began.
"I'll miss you and your know-it-all attitude." She said, ruffling my hair affectionately. I smiled
"Me too wait a minute!" I started, giving her an indignant glare. She laughed before getting a serious expression on her face.
"You'll write to me at least once a month?"
"Yes, mum." I said rolling my eyes, as this was something we went over every year.
"Good, because if you don't you are grounded." She retorted, smirking triumphantly.
"Mum, you know I will." I whined, just wanted to get the goodbye over with. She hesitated and then answered me.
"You will have to tell me when you finally say yes to that bloke you are always talking about."
"Bye now, mother!" I said in reply, beginning to feel my face heat up. Hurriedly, I began to walk towards the barrier that would take me to the Hogwarts Express. My mum cleared her throat and I turned to look at her expectantly.
"Aren't you forgetting something?"
"Oh, right, your hug." I said smiling.
"No," she laughed. I looked at her, completely puzzled.
"What am I forgetting, then?" I asked her worriedly, beginning to think through in my head all the things I could have left behind at home.
"This is my last opportunity to kiss you in front of everybody." I was ready to run into hiding when she said, "Lilly, I am only joking." She then took the air out of me as we hugged a final time.
"Have a good year," she said laughing, though tears gathered in her eyes. I gave my mother a quick peck on the cheek and started walking before remembering something.
"I will miss you!" I yelled and seeing that she had heard me, I looked around before walking through the invisible barrier that separated the muggle world from the wizard world. After arriving on the other side, I looked around briefly before finally finding Amanda. I smiled and said
"Have you seen Alice? She said she would save us all a seat." I asked as soon as she was in hearing range. She pouted at me and said
"Would it kill you to say hello?" She asked, giving me a pout before bursting into laughter as I took her in a bear hug.
"Hello, I said cheerfully before once again becoming serious. Now then, what about Alice?"
"She is snogging with Frank, and I have already looked through half of the compartments, so were out of luck. Maybe we could share a compartment with the Ravenclaws will take us," Amanda said, frowning thoughtfully.
I snorted "Yeah right! Not since you punched their Seeker at the Quidditch game last year." Amanda immediately protested but then hesitated.
"I did not-well she was asking for it! She flirted with my boyfriend and she tried to throw me off my broom!" She yelled indignantly. I rolled my eyes.
"Riiiiight, well we still need to find a compartment." We lugged out luggage onto the shiny, red train and walked around for about 4 minutes looking for a compartment when suddenly, we bumped into someone"
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