The Story of Lily Evans and James Potter

Chapter One: The New Boy

"What the hell did you just do you freak?" Petunia screamed and ran into my room. I have to strain myself to stop the dreaded smile creeping onto my face. Petunia is standing at my door, in a towel, with bright green hair.

"What? I didn't do it" she glared at me.

"Oh bullshit Lillian" I hated it when she called me my full name. She pointed to her dripping, green, wet hair, "you did this, I know it. Everything weird happens to you".

"I seriously don't know what you're talking about" I replied, getting slightly more annoyed.

"Oh my God I have a date with Vernon! Seriously can't you just admit it you little freak! Or better yet, get out of my stinking room!" she screeched. Now I was angry.

"This is my room too! I didn't do anything to your stupid hair and why would I?" I stood up suddenly and walked up to Petunia. Even though she was a foot taller than me I still held my ground. Then suddenly a loud smashing sound came from the mirror and I jumped backwards just as glass shattered everywhere. We were silent for what felt like three hours when very quietly Petunia whispered "freak" and walked back into the bathroom. I just walked very quietly down the stairs, out the front door and sat onto the front step, thinking.

What the hell just happened in there? I mean, it's happened before, well not exactly the smashing of the mirror thing but the turning the hair a different colour's happened before. Lots of weird things happen with me. Petunia was right. I am a freak. I've made things change colour, appear in mid-air, disappear, explode and even fly. I may be eleven years old but I know for sure that's definitely not normal.

I don't know how long I sat on that step thinking until I saw a large moving truck drive through our street and stop at the house across the road. The truck was followed by a car that looked like it contained a small family. I was right because as soon as they stopped a boy of about my age jumped out of the car and stood in front of the house. This house was the biggest in our street, with three storeys and a very grand exterior. The boy stared at the house until his parents came up behind him. I could hear him complaining to his parents about something.

"Mum why do we have to live in a Muggle town? I want to go back to Godric's Hollow" he complained rather loudly. I didn't know what a "Muggle" was and I had never heard about a place called "Godric's Hollow". What an odd name for a place. His mother then shushed him whilst scolding.
"James, don't talk so loudly. We had to move here so you can get an understanding of muggles before you go to school. We'll only stay here until you finish your seventh year".

"But what about Quidditch? Dad, please let us go home, please?" This boy was begging to his father, he must be desperate to go back to where they're from. What was Quidditch?

"No son I agree with your mother, this is our home now whether you like it or not. Besides, you'll only be spending the holidays here. Now go grab your bags". The boy walked sulkily to the car and pulled out a massive trunk out of the boot. He looked like he was struggling to carry it and his parents were inside. I had to help him. I stood up, skipped across the road and tapped his shoulder lightly. He jumped up startled and turned around defensively, all in all dropping his trunk onto his foot which then bounced off and onto my foot. Holy hell that thing was heavy! I jumped up and down on one foot, stumbled, grabbed the boy's shoulder for support and pulled him down with me as I fell onto the grass. We sat there on the grass for a few seconds then I cracked up laughing. I could feel the boy's eyes staring at me until I heard him laughing along with me. We laughed for a few minutes until I composed myself and the boy stopped laughing soon after.

"I'm sorry I scared you" I said nervously. Up this close I saw the boy was rather cute, with thick black hair that stood up at every angle, bright hazel eyes and glasses. The boy looked at me and his face froze, he was staring. Was there something on my face?

"What?" he was still staring, making me slightly uncomfortable.

"I said that I'm sorry I scared you" I repeated, standing up and holding my hand out to him. He took it and we faced each other, still holding hands. I noticed this and we let go quickly.

"I'm Lily Evans, I live across the road. What's your name?" I smiled brightly at him, he smiled back nervously.

"I'm James Potter. Just moved here"

"Yeah, I saw your truck drive up. Just wondering, what's Godric's Hollow?" he froze suddenly and stared at me with wide eyes. Oh crud was I supposed to know about Godric's Hollow?

"How'd you find out about that place?" he asked wearily. I looked at him suspiciously.

"I… I overheard you talking to your parents, I swear I was just sitting outside my house" my voice shook slightly. I was scared on how he would react. His face relaxed a little and he laughed in relief.

"Oh that's okay then, Godric's Hollow's just a place I used to live. No need to worry" he smiled warmly at me.

"Okay then, well do you need help with your trunk? It's very heavy" I lifted up one end of the trunk and he picked up the other.

"Thanks Lily".

A few weeks passed and soon James and I were the bestest of friends. Mum and dad love him but Petunia doesn't really. No, better yet, she loathes him. Why? Because he's different, just like me. About a month after meeting James, we were playing in the park when I decided to go pick some flowers (it was mum's birthday the next day). We walked through the streets and some birds flew near us. At first I thought they were going to swoop at us but soon one of them fluttered and sat onto my shoulder. James laughed as the pigeon looked at me and I looked back, having a staring contest. Soon enough it blinked and flew off with its friends. We walked on until we found a huge bush of roses growing outside someone's house. I went over and picked some roses, being gentle of the thorns. I looked at James, smiling until I felt a jabbing pain in my finger. I must have gotten it caught on a thorn. I pulled my hand out of the bush and pulled the broken thorn out of it. It started bleeding and I shoved it into my mouth and sucked on it. I pulled my finger out and examined it. The cut was gone! I looked at James and he seemed just the tiniest bit surprised. The rest of his face showed more relief than ever. Was he worried about me? Or did he know something I didn't?

"Look this James! I cut my finger, sucked on it, and it healed up completely!"

"I knew you were special"

"What do you mean 'special'" I quoted with my fingers. He took my hand, checked it out and smiled at me.

"Well, don't get angry or anything but I have been watching you and you've been making a lot of weird things happen and –"

"Just get to the point James" I was starting to get annoyed now. I pulled my hand away from him.

"Okay, well um… you're a witch!" he said enthusiastically. I was shocked. How dare he call me a witch!

"I am not a witch! How dare you call me that!" I turned around and started walking towards the park swings. I heard James calling out my name.

"Please Lily wait, I didn't mean it to offend you I swear. You see, I'm a wizard and so are my parents. I used to live in a wizarding town before I moved here. I swear!" I stopped abruptly. James was a wizard. So were his parents. Okay this guy is crazy.

"What do you mean you're a wizard? This stuff isn't real! Weird things just happen, it's a coincidence". James laughed.

"Lily I'm telling you, you're a witch and I'm a wizard. This stuff is real and by the time August comes you'll see. Here I'll show you something". He rushed onto the swings and started to push himself. I followed him and did the same next to him. As soon as he was high enough to jump he looked at me cheekily.

"Please James don't you'll hurt yourself"

"Don't worry Lily. Watch this okay" he prepared himself and leapt. He didn't fall straight to the ground. Instead he seemed to gently fall to the ground, much slower than normal gravity would allow. He turned to me and laughed at my shocked face.

"Are you okay James?"

"I'm fine. C'mon Lily, you try" I looked at the ground, it wasn't that high up. I grabbed all my courage and leapt from the swing. I closed my eyes, preparing for the hard landing. It never came. Instead I floated gently to the ground, exactly as James had done. I felt relieved but shocked as James hugged me tightly when I landed. "See Lily, told ya you're a witch!"

"Yeah, I guess so" I looked at him curiously, "can you tell me about you're world?"

The month of August came around quicker than expected. James decided to teach me everything he knew about the world that I'll be entering. He told me almost everything about his world. He told me that there was a school for witches and wizards to learn magic. This school is called "Hogwarts" and that we will definitely get invited to go there. He told me what Godric's Hollow really was… it's a town made up of entirely wizards and witches. Oh and I also learned that I'm a "Muggle-Born" and that he's a "Pure-Blood" meaning that I come from a complete non-wizarding background whilst his whole family are wizards and witches. He told me that there aren't many Pure-Bloods left as many wizards are marrying muggles. Then their kids are called "Half-Bloods". Many of the wizarding world relies on blood status.

James then told me that there are many dark forces in the outside world. He said that there are these things called Dementors who apparently look like Grim Reapers without their staffs and they guard the wizard prison Azkaban. He told me that Dementors suck all the happiness from a person and makes them relive their worst memories. He said that when a Dementor is really angry or they are ordered too, they will give a person the "Dementor's Kiss" which means that they will suck a person's soul and will leave them empty. Apparently the feeling is worse than death. I got really frightened at that but James reassured me that they only do that to wizards who really bad things, mostly people who are involved in the Dark Arts.

One day, during the first week of August, James and I were playing outside (pretending to cast spells) when I thought of a great idea.

"Hey James?"

"Yeah Lily, what's up?"

"I was just wondering if you wanted to stay over at my house tonight, you know, for a sleepover?" I asked nervously. Did James even know what a sleepover was?

"Um… sure Lily, but what's a sleepover?" I laughed loudly at this. He was so clueless. It was cute.

"A sleepover is when you 'sleep over' someone's place. In this case, you're sleeping over at my place".

"Sure, let's tell my mum and dad". We ran to James' place and told his parents. They were happy to let James stay the night at mine, for they were going to spend the weekend back at Godric's Hollow, where James' grandparents live. We then ran across the road to ask my mum and dad.

"Hey mum, can James sleep over tomorrow night?" I yelled as we walked into the kitchen, only to see Petunia snogging her boyfriend Vernon (a.k.a the pig).

"Holy crud PETUNIA!" I screamed blocking my eyes. I turned James around and we ran back out the front door. We jumped over the fence that leads into the backyard and thank the Lord mum was out there hanging up the washing and talking to dad.

"Lily? I thought I heard you scream, what's wrong?" I looked at James, who was panting heavily, but smiling brightly.

"Pet… Petunia snogging… Vernon. It's disgusting!" I struggled to breathe.

"Lily please, grow up" mum scolded me. "Now what was it you were coming to tell us before you bolted out here and nearly killed yourself?"

"Oh, right. Well I was wondering, well, can James sleep over tonight?" I smiled hopefully. In the corner of my eye I saw James was smiling eagerly as well. Mum and dad were looking at each other obviously having a telepathic conversation. Can we do that in the wizarding world?

"Ah, sure Lily. James, are your parents letting you?" they asked James.

"Oh yes Mr and Mrs Evans. You see they're visiting my grandparents in, uh" he looked over at me for help. I mouthed 'London'. "Uh they're visiting them in London and won't be back till Sunday".

"Well that's okay then. It's settled. James will be spending tomorrow night sleeping over. Lily, you help James go pack his bags. Then go and set up the spare room" instantly we ran back to James' house and helped him pack. We packed his toothbrush, pyjamas, and clothes for the morning and some extra things. As soon as we were packed we ran back to my house to set up the spare room, even though it was already set.

James was going to have his first sleepover.