This is my first story And possibly my only story. Let me know what you think! Constructed criticism would be greatly appreciate. Just to give you the run down this story is going to have 7 chapters, one for each year at Hogwarts, and it is over all fluffy one-shots about James' and Lily's relationship.
Year 1- First Crush
My heart beat hard in my chest and my stomach churned. Nervously smiling to myself I lifted my foot to enter the red train before me. This was it, Hogwarts, the thing I've waited for all my life. Well since I got my acceptance letter explaining I was a witch and Severus, my best friend, helped me with figuring it all out.
I know what you're thinking, a muggle-born what does she know? But I'll have you know that this story has nothing to do with magic; although if it did it would be very impressive magic. Thank you very much!
Anyways, back to stepping onto the train. The feeling was like nothing you would ever imagine. Pure happiness rushed trough my veins when I saw all the young witches and wizards. A few older girls were practicing spells in the corner while some blokes closer to my age ran down the aisle. I decided to follow them. Dragging my luggage behind me I carefully tiptoed down the aisle. Peering into the compartments I searched for one that striked my fancy.
Nearing the end of the train I began to worry. I needed to find somewhere to sit! The boys I'd been following had disappeared into a compartment two or three meters behind me. Finally, in the second to last compartment, I found two girls and a boy who looked about my age.
"Mind if I join you?" I asked nervously, suddenly feeling self-conscious about my red hair, my green eyes, my freckles, and what I was wearing; pretty much everything about me.
A girl with two blonde French braids almost reaching her bum stood up with her hand outstretched, "No problem, I'm Marlene," she said, "McKinnon," added as an after thought.
I smiled at her and as soon as I opened my mouth to speak Marlene continued,"Oh and that's Meadowes, Dorcas Meadowes," she explained gesturing toward the young petite brunette," And Benji Fengi!"
"Benjamin Fenwick," the boy corrected. A slight grin pulled at lips for his newfound nickname.
I smiled, "Nice to meet you all. I'm Lily Evans," I silently cursed my nerves for making my voice sound so awful and squeaky.
Talking amongst ourselves we gave opinions on everything; from what house we wanted to be sorted into to what our favorite sweet from the trolley was. I anxiously looked around. Are we almost there yet? I couldn't wait any longer. Also where is Severus? Gosh maybe this wasn't the best idea.
Just as I was about to convince myself that Hogwarts wasn't the place for me a bloke stuck his head into our compartment, "Look out the windows, we're almost here!" He shouted excitedly, ruffling his jet black hair.
"Where?" I asked as I turned my body toward the window trying to see my new home for the next seven years of my life.
The boy swiftly walked over to where I was sitting and bent down to get a better view out the window. Pointing off to his left I tried to locate the school but I couldn't seem to concentrate because of the tingling his hand was creating on my shoulder.
"You see it?" He asked.
All I could do was nod as my heart beat a thousand kilometers a minute. He did this cute little smirk where only the right corner of his lips rose to show his gleaming teeth. My heart fluttered some more and I managed to smile back at him as he exited the compartment.
All the way to Hogwarts I thought about him. His hair, his smile, his glasses. I knew I was having my first real crush. This wasn't a kindergarten crush that you could forget about the next day; this was real.
Although I tried, I could never forget my first real crush. After trying to push Severus into the lake on the way to the feast I attempted to convince myself that I didn't and wouldn't ever like this boy, James Potter. I would never tell anyone but even after the promise to myself not to like Potter I stayed up all night thinking about him and his hair, his smile, his glasses, and later on in life his abs.
He had to be my bloody first for everything didn't he? Gosh it annoyed me, but I loved him all the same. I may not have been his first but at least I know I'm his only.
