So for some Crazy reason I decided to start writing another multichapter. Probably the worst idea ever but here's the first chapter just in case you're interested. It probably won't make much sense but it makes sense in my head, not that anyone's likely to vacation there. Sorry I'm rambling nonsesically, so without further ado, here it is ...

awolnation

I will break into your thoughts
with what's written on my heart
- I'm So Sick, Flyleaf

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They're just a girl and a boy but there isn't any love, only lust but it takes over, filling their minds and senses until both are gasping for breath and unable to keep their hands off each other. So they're spinning through darkness, pressed tightly together, hot mouths unable to resist the other even when the squeezing sensation is uncomfortable. They jar together against the wet wall of a darkened alley but the lust allows them not a second to gather their new surroundings, hands groping, grasping, gripping at any soft flesh they can find.

The scents of alcohol, fags and sweat fill her nostrils but in her lusty haze it's a pleasant smell, one that she relishes in as she clutches the boy closer, desperate to press him against her like she could get him under her skin or maybe she could get under his. His grasping hands will leave bruises but it isn't something she worries about, writhing against him as his hands wander over her breasts and buttocks, clutching greedily, hungrily. She nips his bottom lip playfully but does not allow him to draw back from her even for a second, claiming his mouth once more.

The cold hits her like an iceberg as the warmth of the boy is ripped away from her. Somewhere through the haze she realises someone else is there, shouting and her hand is inching towards her wand, wondering how to act, how to react.

Her head clears as her vision does and her eyes narrow at the person who has just wrestled the boy off her. He's saying something to her erstwhile lover, anger on his face and the boy has a look of wonder on his. She wants the ground to open up and swallow as she recognises that look on the boy's face.

"Aren't you … aren't you Harry Potter?" he asks, staring up at the dark cloaked figure beside him and she couldn't help letting out an exasperated sigh that snap eyes to her.

"Dad," she expostulates angrily, "what are you doing?"

She glares at her father, standing there looking at her with exasperation on his face. In her peripheral vision she can see the boy gaping at her, staring as though trying in desperate vain to search out some resemblance between her and the man in front of her. She doesn't bother to explain to him, instead watching her father, his every movement, waiting for some action on his behalf. There was hurt in his eyes.

"Lily, I want to talk," he begins but is rudely interrupted by the boy.

"Your father is Harry Potter," he says in disbelieving amazement and Lily wants to slap that stupid look off his face. "You're Lily Potter."

"No, Jim, I'm Victoire Weasley," she tells him sarcastically placing her hands on her hips in a way that she knows is reminiscent of both her mother and her grandmother but not bothering to correct the stance.

"Actually, my name is Jason," the boy tells her, looking a little disappointed. She doesn't bother with a response to that. She had known his name started with a J but other than that she didn't know much else.

"You don't even know his name," her father protests scandalised, disappointment and anger laced in his tone and Lily wants nothing more than to scream at both of them.

"Dad," she repeats with venomous force, spitting through her teeth, "what are you doing here?"

"I told you," Harry explains in a pleading tone that causes Lily to feel even more suspicious than she already is, "I want to talk to you."

Lily takes a few moments to respond, thinking that maybe she can get away quick enough to stop anything else coming out of her father's mouth. She remembers the pile of letters stacked at the end of her kitchen counter and how the owls show up every day bringing maybe another plea from her parents for her to contact them.

"You can't just show up here," she tells him. "You can't just interrupt me and my … my friend just because you want to talk."

"You don't even know his name!"

"That's beside the point," she snaps, dyed brown hair flying around her wildly like the flames hidden beneath the dye. "I just need you all to stop. I'm sick of it, sick of being your daughter. You think its okay to just show up unannounced when I might be with people who don't know that I'm your daughter, people who I don't want to reveal my identity to. I just want to be normal but you all make that so fucking difficult."

She watches as her father covers up his hurt.

"Watch your mouth, young lady!"

"Why don't you want people to know Harry Potter's your dad?" asks Jason still staring in awe at her father. Lily whips out her wand, thrusting it in Jason's direction, freezing him in place so he can't speak and the only thing that moves are his eyes. She meets her father's gaze coolly daring him to contradict her actions.

"I didn't pick him for his ability to talk," she tells him and pretends not to notice the way her father flinches at the idea.

"I've been owling you," he tells her, ignoring her previous comment. "You haven't replied."

"Dad, when I want to talk to you, if I want to talk to you, I'll owl you, okay?"

She gives him a final glare and then heads down the darkened alley towards the street, dying to get inside her little flat so she can be alone. She knows her family think she's being cold-hearted rejecting her parents and her brothers, in fact, all of them but then they've all managed to get along fine with all the fame, managed to find friends and lovers who are loyal to them but she's Harry Potter's only daughter and she's been screwed over again and again and she'd rather disappear into the Wizarding world as someone unidentifiable than live for the rest of her life as some sought after object because of who her father is.

"Lily," her father calls after her, "come back here."

She ignores him, continuing to stride away.

"Lily Potter," he shouts using the stern fatherly tone he used when she'd been younger and he had needed to tell her off.

"It's Smith," she shouts back over her shoulder, not bothering to turn round. She has been using the name Lily Smith for so long now she's considered permanently changing her name. She doesn't really want to hurt her father but he'll be more likely to leave her alone in peace if she hurts him slightly.

"I'll just erase his memory then," she hears him mutter behind her but then she's turning and finding herself outside the door to her apartment building. She pushes her way through door and letting in slam behind her.

Back on the street her father watches her leave with a heavy sigh on his lips before he glances at the frozen boy beside him, looking at him with a terrified gaze.

"Don't worry," he tells him passively. "She won't call."

I decided if I keep the chapters nice and short then the chances are that I'll actually finish this. If that didn't make much sense I hope you'll stick around to see what happens now cause it's about to get really messed up. Oh, and if you'd like to review I'll love you forever.

Kerr x.