Sketches of New England

based on a semi-true story


Summery:

Lily Evans has always loved him. She has been there at the darkest of times, and been his comfort. It's only once her female Quidditch team from another school, goes against all the others in his school. The problem: 'men' play sports. What will happen once the love of his life and his favorite sport, go head on head? War, that's what.

James/Lily

A/N: Yes this is my new James and Lily story, I'm really excited! And yes my account use to be called Asereje, or BerrySweet known on DeathCurse! I hope you enjoy this story as much as I do writing it, for many things in this story are actually real.


Prologue

Lily, a name that could be for the flower, a symbol of France, a bowling term, a description of being weak, fragile, pale, and or as a thesaurus would say, 'coward'. Lily Evans was not a flower (though that was what she was named after), a symbol of France, weak or fragile, nor a bloody bowling term; but she was a coward.

She was a witch, a sister, a daughter, a coach, past lover and a friend. She was only twenty-four of age with a full life ahead of her. The things she left in the past though, were catching up and at an alarming speed. Lily Evans was not the one for regrets or past judgments, neither for forgetting things. Then why is it she lived in her flat within London, earning millions a month and yet not happy? Only one problem, she did not have a family. No, were not talking about the one with her mother and father who passed away in a car accident, or the sister who 'never knew her'. It is not even the friends so close they were family.

It was about the boy- no-man, she tried to forget every day. The one she would look over her shoulder for, just to see if he was watching; just to see if he was there. Her friends were still close with him, talked about him here and there. Lily never talked about him, not daring to say one word. It was over for them, complete, zip, zada. So indeed, if it was over for the pair, why did she still care? Tears gathered in her green eyes, and with her hand she smudged them on her cheek. It was pointless, they had murdered what they had and nothing could be repaired.

Our redhead had seated herself within the infamous pub, The Leaky Cauldron. She could remember coming here (in her younger years) through the dust fireplace and chatting up a storm with her friends. The chipped cup of tea in her hands was beginning to grow cold, just like the night outside. Lily could not even remember why she decided to come to this old place; it had been hours since she had come through the door and sat in the same place sipping her green tea. Her bat and black cat would be hungry soon, making her mind worry about her pets.

Her chair groaned against the floor as she stood up, her cup was set down again and with a fist full of shining golden coins. With a swish of her long coat, Lily Evans had set out to a muggle grocery store, fruit and cat food on her mind.

As she walked along the cobbled street, she set on a 'Don't mess with me' expression, to just secure herself. It must have rained earlier, she noticed large puddles and rain drops on cars. The woman sighed nervously, listening to the clicking of her heels with green orbs focused on a distanced light. Lily loved to go grocery shopping, to look at things in the selves and try to save her money with coupons. Not that she honestly needed to save it, her bank account was overflowing, muggle and her magic one. Maybe she should sell her flat and go find a nice cottage somewhere? A pensive look clouded her eyes as Lily started to consider that random idea; she did have more than enough money, it would be much roomer and she could paint and write- perhaps grow her own garden?

A smile graced her facial expression as the tinkling of the grocery door bell sounded in her ears. The forgotten umbrella in her clasped hand went under her arm, as she looked for the familiar plastic baskets by the door. Lily often went to this grocery store, it was always open late and a family she knew owned it. Without even batting an eyelash, she headed down aisle three, in search of cat food.

The only thing she forgot, when she left for home, was her black umbrella on the counter. Just like her heart, all those years ago.

SONE

November 12th 1977

A young teenager grumbled as she shook her open umbrella, closing it only a few minutes later. This redhead had stunning green eyes, ones someone could never forget. They clashed with some of her clothes, but her school uniform did not at all. It was the beginning of her last year at Amina Amora of witchcraft, and already butterflies were tickling her stomach. It'll be only a year until she could be free of text books and pens, and into the arms of James Potter.

Lily started to walk through the school's entrance, still day dreaming as she headed into the second corridor and into her homeroom. Passing through the password asking door, she traveled into the fire-heated homeroom. The smell of parchment and cookies hit her nose, as Lily searched for Miisa Henly. Lord behold, in a round grey chair sat her friend.

Before Lily could talk to her friend, a loud echoing voice filled the rooms within the small castle. It called the attention of all staff and student, to meet within the Phineas Stowe room; moving with the crowd, the redhead struggled against the current of bodies, before surrendering into the school of fish.

Little did a certain few girls know, they were about to leave their school behind.

SONE

There was a whisper in the cool wind, and it ran down the mountains, through every tree branch and frozen brook. The sky above was a shocking, absolutely beautiful, bright blue. Air, oh the air, it was so crisp and fresh it took his breath away. Early winter in England, was an experience to never give up. Hidden between the mountains, an old castle lay in perfect harmony with the nature around it. A large magnificent lake stretched out for miles in front of it, glistening in the rays of light the sun gave. Trees, Pine, Burch, and even the supposedly extinct Silver Wood hugged every bend of the castle.

Suddenly an object shot into the sky, at an unbelievable speed. It had soared out of the castle's entrance, and two girls that had been walking from the castle doors, had trouble keeping down their skirts from the sudden wind (though they squealed and shouted embarrassedly).

Did you know students inhabited this 700-year-old castle, magical students of Hogwarts School of Witch Craft and Wizardry?

Chin length jet-black hair whipped in the wind, and almost rivaled silk in water. His eyes were shut, but a pair of small rectangular glasses framed his eyes. Strong arms gripped a Lightning 300 Broomstick, and long powerful legs were on either side of the thick piece of Mahogany wood; James Potter, who was now a senior student, the 'top of the stack', the last year of school. Soon he would be out on his own, making a living and creating a family.

His eyelids snapped open, and a bright pair of hazel eyes shone in the sun's rays. Deep, rich colored eyes, they were. At first glance his eyes were brown, but when the light hit them, they changed to sweet amber. Only if you look real close around the iris (many girls had no such luck), the color was pure honey. These eyes brought thousands of witches to their knees. Yet, only one person was allowed to gaze at them and be gazed back at.

A wave of happiness fell over him, reminding him about later that evening. It was custom and very traditional that one other magic school, would send over it's seventh year students; to let them get to know each other and create some international friendship. Luckily for James, his girl from an Irish school would be in the one coming over sea. It would be their first year of school together and probably not one to ever forget.

No one ever did forget that year.

SONE

"Lils, your face looks pale."

Indeed, her beautiful face was a milky white, but it made her gem green eyes stand out ravishingly. Long curls of blood red hair fell from her head, and curved around her shoulders like a pair of arms. Her body was perfect, and she was not the typical teenager who thought she was 'fat'. Lily thought of herself as unique, every single part of her. Plus, with someone who constantly told her she was a goddess, she never thought of herself as ugly, just different. Amazingly unique.

It was frigid out; they were flying through the clouds after all and at night. The large group of girls could be heard chatting, some bunched together and others trying to relax on their broomsticks. Chills swept through the group, and Lily's skin trembled slightly again. Only a thought kept her warm and continued doing so for the next hour. A small meek smile was shown, and her Irish chuckle made her company follow in suit.

"I'm nervous, yet terribly excited."

Miisa Henly, her best friend, raised an eyebrow while smirking.

"So I take it you didn't tell him the reason why you're coming back this year, eh?"

"Nope."

"Did you even tell him it was our school coming oversea?"

"He already knows."

Miisa's smile was simple and her eyes brightened when the November wind whipped through her hair. She looked stunning. Lily pulled her black hat securely upon her head, her pricey leather-gloved hands gripped her broomstick handle and she headed towards the ground at an unthinkable speed. She was born a natural flyer, any boy could notice that. Anyone could see the redhead enjoyed the thrill of diving, and her large grin and racing heart proved that point. James though, her heart could beat faster for him.

"Evans! Pull up already, you can practice tomorrow on their field!"

Pulling out of her dive sharply, she mock pouted and obeyed her school Headmaster. The young man who called was sending her a glare from above, and sulkily she returned to the paired line. The black haired beauty just rolled her eyes at the red head, watching her friend saddle beside her again.

"You know I love my students, but you must not work yourself up. You can do that before the big game begins." Her Headmaster called, as if watching her with the back of his head.

A whisper went through the large group, the forty other females with red and green robes. Lily just sighed and sped up a little bit, ignoring her team; she didn't feel like listening to what they had to say today.

The witches quieted down, thanks to their Headmaster's booming voice ahead of them, and a silence passed through the herd. The thick cottony clouds all around them engulfed their eyesight, and soon became too heavy that everyone had to safely travel close together. Lily swallowed, her body becoming entirely too jittery, her emotions almost shaking her body. She had not seen him for a while, not since at least July.

Once twinkling lights of a dark castle peaked through the fog, a tiny smile perched on her lips.

SONE

"We are welcomed to have a small magic school spend a year with us," An elderly voice rang.

A weathered man with thinning red hair addressed a group. He wore green robes that almost reached his toes, though that did not seem to faze him much as he walked around a large table. This wizard, Albus Dumbledore, seemed to have an eerie royal voice and his misty blue eyes almost said he should have had traditional blonde hair. Of course, this was not his main thought; it was the thousands of students gathered around him.

The Gryffindor, the Hufflepuff, the Ravenclaw, and Slytherin; they were the House's of the private school- sorted into groups with others of the same personalities. Though every student special in their own way. The families could gain points to reach goals, and lose them when someone disobeyed the rules. The Marauders of course, lost many points, but gained them all back; just for kicks. Everyone also slept in certain areas of the school, and shared dorm rooms with four-poster beds- quite original.

The Great Hall was where every student and staff were gathered in, had their own tables as well, along with House colors on their school clothing.

"I would like you to give a warm welcome, to A-"

Suddenly an unpleasant crack, like a horse whip, echoed through the room. This unexpected noise created some to jump slightly in their seats or let out a faint squeak. A large group of students were crowded at the doors of the Hall and one tall man stood in the center. The master of the students was a cheerful one, his warm smile and boyish face bringing calm to the room. His shoulder-length dirty blonde hair was curled roughly; as if someone had played with the tips of his hair with their fingers. Mocking honey eyes of his could probably stain a young foolish girl's heart.

Students in the group were of different height, which was the only difference. Long black pants adorned with a black button-up shirt, a long forest green cloak, and tall black Witches hats covered every face (they were tilted down so that they almost reached their chins). In every left hand, tail up, was a smooth broomstick; bran new, telling by the bright polish on each one.

The Headmaster nodded his head at the staff table, and all the professors stood and bowed respectively back. Getting the message, the young wizard walked slowly towards the table; his students following in a long single file order. Whispers started to creep up like vines, and the students of Hogwarts watched closely as they walked in perfect order down the middle of the room. The slightly new Headmaster of Hogwarts, Professor Dumbledore, stood and walked around the staff table to shake the other mans hand. The older man's eyes twinkled merrily, and he waved his hand at his own pupils to make them hush.

"It would be my great pleasure to introduce this small Irish magic school, hidden within the great Ireland hills- Amina Amora's school of Witchcraft."

The wizards and witches of Hogwarts slowly clapped, then started up a loud, echoing applause to the mysterious students that entered during their evening meal. Dumbledore nodded his head downwards, Mestrosi doing the same. They whispered to themselves, before holding their heads high. The elder smiled gently, his eyes shimmering mischievously. Mr. Mestrosi cleared his throat and winked at his students, who stood straighter at the motion.

"It's rude to wear hats, my Amora's. Politely remove them."

Every pair of eyes within the room stared at the students from the other school. Every breath was slow and steady, but every heart started to secretly beat faster. Mestrosi snapped his fingers impatiently.

A cloud of green smoke came from the floor; it swirled around the students with a great speed, and kept doing so until every student was hidden within the eye of the smoke-like a hurricane. Slowly, the smoke settled and fell to the ground silently as little green sparkles. Goblets filled with Pumpkin juice fell to the floor with a clatter, and even some coughed as they choked on a bit of food in shock. The hats were on the ground, along with the cloaks and all black clothing. The broomsticks were gathered in Mestrosi's hand, and he himself was smiling greatly at his students.

Dressed in knee-length forest green skirts and white matching button-up shirts, a royal red tie was tied tightly around the neck and everyone wore poppy red lipstick. This was all stunningly worn, complete with black old-fashioned Mary shoes.

Amina Amora was an all girl school, their pupils just as beautiful as a full-blooded Veela. James, who was seated at the far end of the Gryffindor table, tried to breathe calmly. After so many years, this would be the first time he would practically live with his sweetheart, his Lily Evans.


I'm quite horrified, since I've checked this over5, and rewritten half of it. I'm quite appaled at my earlier writing, then again I didn't even have spell check for this chapter.. heh.

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