Where The Heart Is
Written by: cherry-hime
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Disclaimer: Harry Potter, and all of its characters are (c) to J.K. Rowling. I do NOT own them in any way, so please don't come after me and sue me! This story, 'Where The Heart Is' belongs to and is written by--- ME! So you may not REMOVE it, sell it, or copy it in any way. Thank you.
A/N: W00t! This is my first HP story; it's a James and Lily romance/general, with some humor dished up on the side as well. ^-^ It's going to be really long, because I plan at least twelve chapters. The first three are being written up, and I'm going to upload them at the same time. Cool, huh? Basically, this takes place when James and Lily are in their first year, and then goes though until they are in their last year, then married, and all that fun stuff.
Notices: Please don't copy, or steal the idea. And don't forget to read and review, thank you so much if you do! I would LOVE to hear your thoughts on the fanfic, since this is my first HP one. Happy reading, and enjoy the story. AND!!! I changed something in the story. Lily's mother is a witch, alright? It's needed in the story. Review, PLEASE, and the next chapter will be up faster!
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CHAPTER ONE: Old Friends, New Friends
It was a cool day, even for August. Lily Evans, was very, very excited.
It all started, a few months ago, on her eleventh birthday, she had been eating cake with her mother, father, and very disagreeable sister, Petunia. Just about to dig into her second slice, a huge tawny brown owl, OWL of all things swooped in though the door.
Petunia had shrieked, her father stood up, and her mother gasped breathlessly. Lily didn't do much; she just stared at the owl, which had landed, into her cake. It hooted softly and a thick letter dropped from its beak.
"What, what is that THING?" Petunia said in her wavery, high-pitched voice. Lily gently picked up the letter, and stared at the front of the letter. Written in a fine script, in bright green ink that contrasted heavily with the yellow package, it read,
Miss L. Evans
The Green Bedroom
The Evans' House
"Go on, why don't you open it, sweetie." Her mother's voice was excited, of all things to be. I wonder if there is something that she isn't telling me, Lily wondered. Slitting the letter open, out fluttered a single piece of yellow parchment, written in violet ink.
HOGWARTS SCHOOL
of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY
Headmaster: ALBUS DUMBLEDORE
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. Of Wizards)
Dear Miss Evans,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find an enclosed list of necessary books and equipment. Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress
Violet's hand shook as she dropped the letter on the table, as if it were on fire. "M-mum? Is there something you have to say?" Violet's mother, Genevieve Evans, busied herself in cleaning up the cake. She had a bright red flush in her face.
"Well sweetheart, your mother and I have something to tell you." It was surprising that it was her father's voice that came out of the silence. Petunia was shaking, "W-What does that letter say?" Her older sister snatched at the letter, reading it with quivering hands.
Petunia dropped it with a shock. "S-She is some kind of demon!" her sister yelled, pointing a trembling bony finger towards Lily, who was staring at her parents with kind of a dazed expression on her face. "Mother, Father. What is this all about?"
Genevieve finished cleaning and looked up, her eyes bright. "Lily, I have something to tell you. I-I am a witch. I never told you, Lils," using Lily's pet name, "Because when Petunia was born, I was ever hoping that she would be a witch, or a muggle, like your father."
Then glancing at her father, her mother muttered, "N-Not that's a bad thing! But when you were born, I knew there was something about you. Your hair was a fiery red, just like mine, even though you have your grandfather's eyes---he was a great wizard."
Her father nodded. Petunia stood up, "D-Dad! You mean you're okay with all this---this silly stuff about magic and stuff? You're going to let her go to some stupid school where she learns magic tricks by some stupid old guy?"
Genevieve stood up, furious. She took out what seemed to be like a long, silver stick, and pointed it at Petunia, muttering something. Lily jumped up, astonished. Petunia was glued to the chair, and her mouth was shut tight.
Lily's mother huffed, "Never talk about the great Albus Dumbledore that way!"
Petunia's eyes were wild, looking towards her father for help. Her father frowned at Genevieve, "Now really, magicking your own children, Genevieve." Their mother breathed, and apologized. "Sorry, I lost my temper for a moment there."
Genevieve quickly reversed the spell with a simple, "Reversio Tortalas!" and sat back down. "See Lils, you are a witch, and you're going to attend Hogwarts!" Her mother's eyes shone, and she smiled dreamily. "It's the most wonderful place, oh, Lils, you'll love it!"
Lily was beginning to get excited about this 'witchcraft' business. "When do I go? And what does this---this McDonalds person mean by 'await your owl'?" Genevieve laughed, gasping for air. "Minerva McGonagall would simply expel YOU if she heard you say that . . ."
Straightening, she replied, "Well, the wizarding world's way of communication, like post, or mail, is by owls. I have your tickets," Her mother held up two blue tickets, that said, "HOGWARTS EXPRESS, King's Cross- Station, Platform Nine and Three Quarters."
Lily accused, "You knew this all along!" Her mother laughed. "Yes, actually. I knew you were a witch when you lost your temper with Petunia the day she took your doll, when you were eight, and she suddenly vanished. Caused quite a stir. I had to bring her back and modify her memory."
Lily's bright green eyes shone. "Oh, mum! I can't wait!"
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So that's why Lily Evans was standing outside a rather old, and scary- looking building, which was had a big sign that said, "The Leaky Cauldron".
Genevieve Evans laughed at her daughter's dismayed face. "Oh Lily. You'll see the Diagon Alley soon. Don't worry." In fact, Lily Evans had the very odd feeling that only she and her mother could see this little place, squished in between to humongous buildings.
They entered though the door, and a small tinkling could be heard deep within the store. "Hello? Anybody there?" her mother called, and a few witches and wizards scurried forward. "Genevieve!" a tall, willowy witch with warm brown eyes, and a quite merry face cried, and hugged her mother.
Lily's beautiful mother, with the starling red hair and deep blue eyes smiled merrily at the witch. "Callie Potter! Oh, Cal, how have you been? How's Thomas, your husband? Still the old trickster I knew and loved at Hogwarts? Oh, and you have a son, James, was it?"
Lily looked curiously at the graceful woman, who beamed at her, positively radiating energy. "Hi, you're Gennie's daughter? How sweet you are, and your eyes! My son James is around the same age as you, and he's going to Hogwarts this year too, first time!"
Genevieve nodded happily, "I'm sure the two will be great friends," seeing Lily's puzzled look, she added, "This is Caline, or Callie Potter, my very best friend when we attended Hogwarts---still best friends!"
Caline smiled, hugging Genevieve again. "Oh, you're still skinny as a stick, and oh, how pretty your daughter is! Takes after you---" They continued exclaiming over each other, while Lily wandered around the shop.
She came to a young girl, who was sitting at the table, with what seemed to be her father. "Hi!" Lily said eagerly, hoping to meet a friend. The girl smiled back, with sapphire blue eyes and long dark brown waves, "Hello."
The man turned, his eyes were cheery. He was a jolly looking fellow, with a clean-shaven face and soft curling brown hair, and blue eyes. "Hello, miss. I'm Martin Elliot, and this is my daughter Sarine. And who might you be?"
Lily gigged at the man's haplessly happy behaviour. "Oh! I'm Lily Evans, my mother is over there---" she pointed over at the tall redhead talking with Caline, "is Genevieve Evans." The man gasped in surprise. "Ol' Gennie? Here? Now?" He strode over, and her mother exclaimed as well.
They began talking with each other, and Caline as well, while Lily stood awkwardly near Sarine. "Hello, nice to meet you." The girl smiled mischievously, Lily could tell that under the sweet shyness was an energetic and trouble-making girl.
"Hi! Are you going to Hogwarts too?" Sarine nodded eagerly, "Yes, first year. I hope I get into Gryfinndor, I hear that's the best by far, and everyone so far in my family has been one. Of course, Ravenclaw WOULD be okay . . ."
Lily's mother had told Lily about the houses earlier, so she actually knew what Sarine was talking about. "Yes, I hope I get into Gryfinndor too. My mother, and the witches and wizards before have all been in it, can you believe that . . ."
Then Lily shuddered. "But I wouldn't want to be put into Slytherin, I heard that not one who came out hadn't been a dark witch or wizard. And Hufflepuff sound's like a bunch of goody-goodys." Sarine smiled happily. "Wow, my sentiments exactly! I just know we'll be the best of friends!"
Finally, Genevieve seemed to remember what time it was and hasily excused herself, promising that she'd come to visit her old friends often. "Lily, we have to go, sweets." Lily gave her new friend a hug and quickly left, eager to get going.
"Where are we?" Lily asked, when all they saw was a rather dirty brick wall. Her mother took her wand out and was counting until she came to one and tapped it three times. Suddenly, the wall had a hole growing from the middle, and Lily jumped out of the way.
"W-What was that?" Genevieve just smiled. "Welcome to the Diagon Alley, Lils!"
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They had gone to Gringotts, and Lily had found out that her mother was quite rich in the wizarding world, with huge heaps of Galleons, Sickles, and Knuts. Her mother had taken quite a lot and gone out, with Lily trailing behind her.
Now, they were standing outside a shop that said, "Ollivanders: Makers of Fine Wands Since 382 B.C.". They had gotten all the other supplies, and here was where Lily was most excited. "A wand, a wand!" she kept whispering to herself.
When the entered, a tinkle of a bell echoed within the shop. It was a dark and musty place, and the very air seemed to hum. They couldn't find the owner, but Genevieve just smiled knowingly, and said, "He'll show up sooner or later." Lily just muttered, "Hope it's sooner!"
Suddenly, from the shadows, an old man with white hair came out. "Genevieve Evans, eh? Twelve inches, made of willow and a particular lovely phoenix's feather, very good for Transfiguration, yes?" Lily jumped.
Genevieve smiled, taking her wand out and fingered it lovingly. "Yes, quite right, Mr. Ollivander. By the way, this is my daughter, Lily Evans, and she will be attending her first year at Hogwarts soon, so she has come to get a wand."
Mr. Ollivander smiled mysteriously. "Of course. Let me see." He walked over to the selves and pulled out a long box. Taking a wand out, he said, "Ash. Eleven and a half inches, quite supple." Lily picked it up, and waved it in the air, feeling silly.
Mr. Ollivander almost at once took it away, taking another out. "Maple, twelve and a quarter inches, unicorn tail." Lily took it once more, but nothing happened. She went though about what seemed like a hundred more boxes, and Mr. Ollivander seemed to get more and more happier.
"It's really the wand that picks the wizard, or witch, you know." He said a few times.
Finally, after what seemed like ages, he took out another box, quite covered in dust. He took a wand out, it was silvery-white, and handed it to Lily. She picked it up, and felt a shiver go up her arm. She brought it upright in the air with a 'whoosh!' and blue sparkles shot out.
Her mother clapped while Mr. Ollivander smiled at her. "Ten and a quarter inches, made of a tail willow tree, and with one of the daintiest and sweetest-tempered unicorn hairs I have ever seen. Didn't even make a fuss when I plucked it. Quite good for Charms work."
Lily's mother bought it for nine galleons, and they walked out. "Tell you what, I'll get you an animal too, how about an owl?" Lily shook her head, embarrassed, "You don't have to, mum. I've got enough today, thanks."
But her mother insisted, and they came out of the animal shop carrying a light brown owl, with the brightest jade-green eyes you ever saw. Lily decided to name it 'Jadewing' because it was an owl, and had bright green eyes to match hers.
Genevieve suggested they go for ice-cream, and Lily agreed. Her mother walked ahead, to get the ice-cream, when Lily waited outside. Seeing a store with broomsticks, she hurried forward.
Wham!
She fell over, all her bags and items falling down. Lily crashed down, falling onto a warm, breathing, body. Opening her eyes slowly, she stared up into deep, warm brown eyes of a young boy, which had an impish twinkle to them.
"Oh!" was all she could say, as the boy smiled warmly at her, but then said shyly, "C-could you get off of me? I mean, you're probably comfortable and all, but I think I landed on something hard," he winced, "Your wand, I think." Lily realized that she was on top of him, and he was flat on the ground, and she stood up on unsteady legs.
"Oh!" Lily said again, "I'm so sorry!" The boy smiled at her and shook his head, "No, it was my fault. I bumped into you in the first place. I hope you're alright?" The boy had messy dark brown hair, almost black, and a pair of jaunty glasses set on his nose. He was quite---very handsome.
Lily blushed heavily, "T-thank you, but I'm fine." He bent over to help her pick up the bags, "By the way, I'm James. James Potter. I'm eleven, so I'm a first year. You?"
Lily stood up, startled, "I'm Lily. Lily Evans. Nice to meet you! I'm a first year too, I'm here getting my supplies with my mum---did you just say Potter? James?"
James was staring at her, nodding distractedly for some reason, "L-Lily did you say? E-Evans? Why, my mother talks about your mother---I think, all the time! Is your mother, by any chance named Genevieve?"
He said this all very quickly while Lily was saying, "Is your mother named Caline?" They both laughed, and relaxed. As if on cue, her mother came back, and hurried over to them. "Lily, are you alright? Who-who is this? W-What happened?"
Her mother stared at James, as if from a dream. "Y-you are Caline and Thomas's son, aren't you? I can see it in you, you have your father's hair, and your mother's beautiful eyes. Of course, you look very handsome instead of beautiful, yes?" her mother laughed.
James blushed, "Umm, thanks, I guess. I-I do believe I've got to be going now, my mum will be upset if I don't return. See you at Hogwarts, Lily!" He quickly handed Lily the rest of the bags and sped off, his ears burning, waving furiously.
Her mother turned to pick up the rest on the ground, "Well now. He seems to be a very nice boy. Eh, Lils? Lily?" Lily was staring after James with a half-dazed, half-dreamy expression on her face. Her mother laughed. "Oh, Lils. My little girl is growing up."
Lily made a face at her mother. "Mum!"
To be continued . . .
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A/N: So, did you like it? Please review if you did, and if you didn't-well, you didn't! James/Lily, you can defiantly tell, right? I'll be updated my other two stories soon, and the next chapter for Telepathically Speaking is almost done. Two Destinies is coming along too. Don't you love fluff? Hehehe, there wasn't any in here, but this will have MAJOR fluff, so fluffy warning!
Dum dum dummm . . . signing off, -- Hannah, or Hannie
Written by: cherry-hime
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Disclaimer: Harry Potter, and all of its characters are (c) to J.K. Rowling. I do NOT own them in any way, so please don't come after me and sue me! This story, 'Where The Heart Is' belongs to and is written by--- ME! So you may not REMOVE it, sell it, or copy it in any way. Thank you.
A/N: W00t! This is my first HP story; it's a James and Lily romance/general, with some humor dished up on the side as well. ^-^ It's going to be really long, because I plan at least twelve chapters. The first three are being written up, and I'm going to upload them at the same time. Cool, huh? Basically, this takes place when James and Lily are in their first year, and then goes though until they are in their last year, then married, and all that fun stuff.
Notices: Please don't copy, or steal the idea. And don't forget to read and review, thank you so much if you do! I would LOVE to hear your thoughts on the fanfic, since this is my first HP one. Happy reading, and enjoy the story. AND!!! I changed something in the story. Lily's mother is a witch, alright? It's needed in the story. Review, PLEASE, and the next chapter will be up faster!
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CHAPTER ONE: Old Friends, New Friends
It was a cool day, even for August. Lily Evans, was very, very excited.
It all started, a few months ago, on her eleventh birthday, she had been eating cake with her mother, father, and very disagreeable sister, Petunia. Just about to dig into her second slice, a huge tawny brown owl, OWL of all things swooped in though the door.
Petunia had shrieked, her father stood up, and her mother gasped breathlessly. Lily didn't do much; she just stared at the owl, which had landed, into her cake. It hooted softly and a thick letter dropped from its beak.
"What, what is that THING?" Petunia said in her wavery, high-pitched voice. Lily gently picked up the letter, and stared at the front of the letter. Written in a fine script, in bright green ink that contrasted heavily with the yellow package, it read,
Miss L. Evans
The Green Bedroom
The Evans' House
"Go on, why don't you open it, sweetie." Her mother's voice was excited, of all things to be. I wonder if there is something that she isn't telling me, Lily wondered. Slitting the letter open, out fluttered a single piece of yellow parchment, written in violet ink.
HOGWARTS SCHOOL
of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY
Headmaster: ALBUS DUMBLEDORE
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. Of Wizards)
Dear Miss Evans,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find an enclosed list of necessary books and equipment. Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress
Violet's hand shook as she dropped the letter on the table, as if it were on fire. "M-mum? Is there something you have to say?" Violet's mother, Genevieve Evans, busied herself in cleaning up the cake. She had a bright red flush in her face.
"Well sweetheart, your mother and I have something to tell you." It was surprising that it was her father's voice that came out of the silence. Petunia was shaking, "W-What does that letter say?" Her older sister snatched at the letter, reading it with quivering hands.
Petunia dropped it with a shock. "S-She is some kind of demon!" her sister yelled, pointing a trembling bony finger towards Lily, who was staring at her parents with kind of a dazed expression on her face. "Mother, Father. What is this all about?"
Genevieve finished cleaning and looked up, her eyes bright. "Lily, I have something to tell you. I-I am a witch. I never told you, Lils," using Lily's pet name, "Because when Petunia was born, I was ever hoping that she would be a witch, or a muggle, like your father."
Then glancing at her father, her mother muttered, "N-Not that's a bad thing! But when you were born, I knew there was something about you. Your hair was a fiery red, just like mine, even though you have your grandfather's eyes---he was a great wizard."
Her father nodded. Petunia stood up, "D-Dad! You mean you're okay with all this---this silly stuff about magic and stuff? You're going to let her go to some stupid school where she learns magic tricks by some stupid old guy?"
Genevieve stood up, furious. She took out what seemed to be like a long, silver stick, and pointed it at Petunia, muttering something. Lily jumped up, astonished. Petunia was glued to the chair, and her mouth was shut tight.
Lily's mother huffed, "Never talk about the great Albus Dumbledore that way!"
Petunia's eyes were wild, looking towards her father for help. Her father frowned at Genevieve, "Now really, magicking your own children, Genevieve." Their mother breathed, and apologized. "Sorry, I lost my temper for a moment there."
Genevieve quickly reversed the spell with a simple, "Reversio Tortalas!" and sat back down. "See Lils, you are a witch, and you're going to attend Hogwarts!" Her mother's eyes shone, and she smiled dreamily. "It's the most wonderful place, oh, Lils, you'll love it!"
Lily was beginning to get excited about this 'witchcraft' business. "When do I go? And what does this---this McDonalds person mean by 'await your owl'?" Genevieve laughed, gasping for air. "Minerva McGonagall would simply expel YOU if she heard you say that . . ."
Straightening, she replied, "Well, the wizarding world's way of communication, like post, or mail, is by owls. I have your tickets," Her mother held up two blue tickets, that said, "HOGWARTS EXPRESS, King's Cross- Station, Platform Nine and Three Quarters."
Lily accused, "You knew this all along!" Her mother laughed. "Yes, actually. I knew you were a witch when you lost your temper with Petunia the day she took your doll, when you were eight, and she suddenly vanished. Caused quite a stir. I had to bring her back and modify her memory."
Lily's bright green eyes shone. "Oh, mum! I can't wait!"
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So that's why Lily Evans was standing outside a rather old, and scary- looking building, which was had a big sign that said, "The Leaky Cauldron".
Genevieve Evans laughed at her daughter's dismayed face. "Oh Lily. You'll see the Diagon Alley soon. Don't worry." In fact, Lily Evans had the very odd feeling that only she and her mother could see this little place, squished in between to humongous buildings.
They entered though the door, and a small tinkling could be heard deep within the store. "Hello? Anybody there?" her mother called, and a few witches and wizards scurried forward. "Genevieve!" a tall, willowy witch with warm brown eyes, and a quite merry face cried, and hugged her mother.
Lily's beautiful mother, with the starling red hair and deep blue eyes smiled merrily at the witch. "Callie Potter! Oh, Cal, how have you been? How's Thomas, your husband? Still the old trickster I knew and loved at Hogwarts? Oh, and you have a son, James, was it?"
Lily looked curiously at the graceful woman, who beamed at her, positively radiating energy. "Hi, you're Gennie's daughter? How sweet you are, and your eyes! My son James is around the same age as you, and he's going to Hogwarts this year too, first time!"
Genevieve nodded happily, "I'm sure the two will be great friends," seeing Lily's puzzled look, she added, "This is Caline, or Callie Potter, my very best friend when we attended Hogwarts---still best friends!"
Caline smiled, hugging Genevieve again. "Oh, you're still skinny as a stick, and oh, how pretty your daughter is! Takes after you---" They continued exclaiming over each other, while Lily wandered around the shop.
She came to a young girl, who was sitting at the table, with what seemed to be her father. "Hi!" Lily said eagerly, hoping to meet a friend. The girl smiled back, with sapphire blue eyes and long dark brown waves, "Hello."
The man turned, his eyes were cheery. He was a jolly looking fellow, with a clean-shaven face and soft curling brown hair, and blue eyes. "Hello, miss. I'm Martin Elliot, and this is my daughter Sarine. And who might you be?"
Lily gigged at the man's haplessly happy behaviour. "Oh! I'm Lily Evans, my mother is over there---" she pointed over at the tall redhead talking with Caline, "is Genevieve Evans." The man gasped in surprise. "Ol' Gennie? Here? Now?" He strode over, and her mother exclaimed as well.
They began talking with each other, and Caline as well, while Lily stood awkwardly near Sarine. "Hello, nice to meet you." The girl smiled mischievously, Lily could tell that under the sweet shyness was an energetic and trouble-making girl.
"Hi! Are you going to Hogwarts too?" Sarine nodded eagerly, "Yes, first year. I hope I get into Gryfinndor, I hear that's the best by far, and everyone so far in my family has been one. Of course, Ravenclaw WOULD be okay . . ."
Lily's mother had told Lily about the houses earlier, so she actually knew what Sarine was talking about. "Yes, I hope I get into Gryfinndor too. My mother, and the witches and wizards before have all been in it, can you believe that . . ."
Then Lily shuddered. "But I wouldn't want to be put into Slytherin, I heard that not one who came out hadn't been a dark witch or wizard. And Hufflepuff sound's like a bunch of goody-goodys." Sarine smiled happily. "Wow, my sentiments exactly! I just know we'll be the best of friends!"
Finally, Genevieve seemed to remember what time it was and hasily excused herself, promising that she'd come to visit her old friends often. "Lily, we have to go, sweets." Lily gave her new friend a hug and quickly left, eager to get going.
"Where are we?" Lily asked, when all they saw was a rather dirty brick wall. Her mother took her wand out and was counting until she came to one and tapped it three times. Suddenly, the wall had a hole growing from the middle, and Lily jumped out of the way.
"W-What was that?" Genevieve just smiled. "Welcome to the Diagon Alley, Lils!"
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They had gone to Gringotts, and Lily had found out that her mother was quite rich in the wizarding world, with huge heaps of Galleons, Sickles, and Knuts. Her mother had taken quite a lot and gone out, with Lily trailing behind her.
Now, they were standing outside a shop that said, "Ollivanders: Makers of Fine Wands Since 382 B.C.". They had gotten all the other supplies, and here was where Lily was most excited. "A wand, a wand!" she kept whispering to herself.
When the entered, a tinkle of a bell echoed within the shop. It was a dark and musty place, and the very air seemed to hum. They couldn't find the owner, but Genevieve just smiled knowingly, and said, "He'll show up sooner or later." Lily just muttered, "Hope it's sooner!"
Suddenly, from the shadows, an old man with white hair came out. "Genevieve Evans, eh? Twelve inches, made of willow and a particular lovely phoenix's feather, very good for Transfiguration, yes?" Lily jumped.
Genevieve smiled, taking her wand out and fingered it lovingly. "Yes, quite right, Mr. Ollivander. By the way, this is my daughter, Lily Evans, and she will be attending her first year at Hogwarts soon, so she has come to get a wand."
Mr. Ollivander smiled mysteriously. "Of course. Let me see." He walked over to the selves and pulled out a long box. Taking a wand out, he said, "Ash. Eleven and a half inches, quite supple." Lily picked it up, and waved it in the air, feeling silly.
Mr. Ollivander almost at once took it away, taking another out. "Maple, twelve and a quarter inches, unicorn tail." Lily took it once more, but nothing happened. She went though about what seemed like a hundred more boxes, and Mr. Ollivander seemed to get more and more happier.
"It's really the wand that picks the wizard, or witch, you know." He said a few times.
Finally, after what seemed like ages, he took out another box, quite covered in dust. He took a wand out, it was silvery-white, and handed it to Lily. She picked it up, and felt a shiver go up her arm. She brought it upright in the air with a 'whoosh!' and blue sparkles shot out.
Her mother clapped while Mr. Ollivander smiled at her. "Ten and a quarter inches, made of a tail willow tree, and with one of the daintiest and sweetest-tempered unicorn hairs I have ever seen. Didn't even make a fuss when I plucked it. Quite good for Charms work."
Lily's mother bought it for nine galleons, and they walked out. "Tell you what, I'll get you an animal too, how about an owl?" Lily shook her head, embarrassed, "You don't have to, mum. I've got enough today, thanks."
But her mother insisted, and they came out of the animal shop carrying a light brown owl, with the brightest jade-green eyes you ever saw. Lily decided to name it 'Jadewing' because it was an owl, and had bright green eyes to match hers.
Genevieve suggested they go for ice-cream, and Lily agreed. Her mother walked ahead, to get the ice-cream, when Lily waited outside. Seeing a store with broomsticks, she hurried forward.
Wham!
She fell over, all her bags and items falling down. Lily crashed down, falling onto a warm, breathing, body. Opening her eyes slowly, she stared up into deep, warm brown eyes of a young boy, which had an impish twinkle to them.
"Oh!" was all she could say, as the boy smiled warmly at her, but then said shyly, "C-could you get off of me? I mean, you're probably comfortable and all, but I think I landed on something hard," he winced, "Your wand, I think." Lily realized that she was on top of him, and he was flat on the ground, and she stood up on unsteady legs.
"Oh!" Lily said again, "I'm so sorry!" The boy smiled at her and shook his head, "No, it was my fault. I bumped into you in the first place. I hope you're alright?" The boy had messy dark brown hair, almost black, and a pair of jaunty glasses set on his nose. He was quite---very handsome.
Lily blushed heavily, "T-thank you, but I'm fine." He bent over to help her pick up the bags, "By the way, I'm James. James Potter. I'm eleven, so I'm a first year. You?"
Lily stood up, startled, "I'm Lily. Lily Evans. Nice to meet you! I'm a first year too, I'm here getting my supplies with my mum---did you just say Potter? James?"
James was staring at her, nodding distractedly for some reason, "L-Lily did you say? E-Evans? Why, my mother talks about your mother---I think, all the time! Is your mother, by any chance named Genevieve?"
He said this all very quickly while Lily was saying, "Is your mother named Caline?" They both laughed, and relaxed. As if on cue, her mother came back, and hurried over to them. "Lily, are you alright? Who-who is this? W-What happened?"
Her mother stared at James, as if from a dream. "Y-you are Caline and Thomas's son, aren't you? I can see it in you, you have your father's hair, and your mother's beautiful eyes. Of course, you look very handsome instead of beautiful, yes?" her mother laughed.
James blushed, "Umm, thanks, I guess. I-I do believe I've got to be going now, my mum will be upset if I don't return. See you at Hogwarts, Lily!" He quickly handed Lily the rest of the bags and sped off, his ears burning, waving furiously.
Her mother turned to pick up the rest on the ground, "Well now. He seems to be a very nice boy. Eh, Lils? Lily?" Lily was staring after James with a half-dazed, half-dreamy expression on her face. Her mother laughed. "Oh, Lils. My little girl is growing up."
Lily made a face at her mother. "Mum!"
To be continued . . .
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A/N: So, did you like it? Please review if you did, and if you didn't-well, you didn't! James/Lily, you can defiantly tell, right? I'll be updated my other two stories soon, and the next chapter for Telepathically Speaking is almost done. Two Destinies is coming along too. Don't you love fluff? Hehehe, there wasn't any in here, but this will have MAJOR fluff, so fluffy warning!
Dum dum dummm . . . signing off, -- Hannah, or Hannie