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Oblivious

Disclaimer: Every thing you read here belongs to the wonderful J K Rowling and not me! Everything you don't recognize as J K Rowling's' is mine! Thanks to the over-active imagination of a 15 year old girl.

Summary: AU. Lily Evan's life is far from perfect. Orphaned and alienated from her sister, she lives with her school friend. After avoiding the Marauders for 5 years when Lily and Lottie reluctantly appear on their radar life gets…strange. Lily's POV. Diary-like.

WARNING: there will be alcohol abuse and a lot of swearing in this fanfic.

Chapter one:

Saturday 31st December

Hey. My name is Lily Anne Evans; call me Lilikins and you will die.

I have an unfortunate sarcastic sense of humour, and I am also mad, not in the lunatic sense of the word – I'm just a little 'eccentric'. You can blame that on Lottie, she corrupted me with her stupid love for life.

Well, I'm getting ahead of myself so…some background knowledge on me: I'm sixteen years old and go to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. My parents were killed in a car crash before my second year at Hogwarts and my sister Petunia blamed me for their death. She now lives with an aunt. I don't live with them. Said "Aunt" shares the same outlook on witchcraft that Petunia does, she would rather streak down the high street than admit magic exists. So I live with one of my best friends, Lottie Price.

Lottie's Mum died when she was very young and her father is hardly ever around, leaving us to the good graces of her stepmother and stepsisters. They are all really nasty pieces of work, so you can imagine life here isn't too good. Yet I'd prefer to live through this with Lottie than with Petunia and my Aunt without her, tells you something about Petunia and my Aunt.

We have one more friend called Katie Cooper, she like Lottie is a pureblood, not that that's really important. However unlike Lottie her family is blissfully happy, she would have invited me to live with her, but unfortunately her family is quite poor – don't say I told you though.

I've just read through what I've written and I've realised I haven't actually told you Lottie and mines little problem, well coping mechanism more like. Don't judge me! But when you have an evil stepmother and ugly stepsisters living in a house with you trying to make your life hell, you need some help sometimes – just to get through the day. So when we were 14 we accidentally found out about the wonders of alcohol. Now, we aren't alcoholics - we are just permanently drunk in the holidays.

So you're probably wondering why I'm still sober at the moment. It's because Lottie and I wake up every morning around 7 and I go for a swim and Lottie goes for a run, we find it helps de-stress us, and it gives us 2 and a ½hours of sobriety. After that we have to wake up Newboobs (nickname for evil stepmother) and the Brats (nickname for evil stepsisters) and about an hour after that we start to drink. Unfortunately we can both hold our drink so it takes a lot to get sufficiently drunk.

Well I forbid you to feel sorry me. You don't need to pity me because Lottie's madness is unfortunately contagious; I am remarkably in love with life.

Lottie's just came back from her shower and is reading what I've just written; she thinks I'm mad for writing a diary but it's her fault I am that way, so I'm blaming her.

Oy! Just because the Price insanity and arrogance had rubbed off on you doesn't mean that it's my fault, Ned's as much to blame as I am!

Ned is Lottie's and, well hypothetically speaking, my brother. He plays Quidditch for the Appleby Arrows and is remarkably like Lottie. It's an on going joke between the three of us that all the Prices are witty, arrogant and insane. This is true, sort of. The reason it's funny is because Lottie is extremely shy (like me actually) and only acts like a 'Price should' when she's around people she's comfortable with. You know Lottie's accepted you when she starts complimenting herself and making witty comments.

I resent that!

You can resent it all you like it's still true.

That's not the point!

Aaaahhh. No witty comments?

Lily you know perfectly well my wit doesn't start working till 10. My arrogance starts at 8, but it is physically impossible for me to be witty until 10. Coffee?

Yes, two sugars please.

We always have coffee and never have tea. You see the only tea we drink is Irish tea, (tea with a shot or two of whisky in it) we are so used to having them that normal tea tastes absolutely disgusting. So we always have coffee in the mornings.

O shit! Lottie has just kindly reminded me that it's New Years Eve. Bloody brilliant!

You might be wondering why I'm so put out, well let me explain. My stepmother, well Lottie's stepmother has recently become good friends with Mrs Potter and her 'crowd'. Well Mrs Potter holds a New Years party every year, only problem is something's wrong with their ball room so Newboobs has offered our house for the Party to be held at.

You might be wondering why this is so unfortunate. Well there are two reasons. 1) Lottie and I hate Balls; we've got out of them every year by pretending to be ill or getting grounded. However if it's held here we will have no such excuse. We did break the chandelier that Newboobs got Lottie's dad for his birthday so we could get grounded when they find out about that… But I doubt it seeing as Lottie's dad hated the chandelier to begin with.

And 2) well I'll say two words 'The Marauders'. The Marauders are four mischievous boys in our year, not to mention the most popular boys in school. James Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin and Peter Pettigrew. They are I'll have to admit really good looking! Especially Potter, Black and Lupin. Potter and Black are your original fit guys. They're tall, dark, muscular handsome strangers … but, they know it and they use it to the best of their advantage.

In other word they are complete man whores. It has been said they have had the same amount of girls as pranks they've pulled. Lupin however is a prefect and most girls like him better that Potter and Black. Lupin is the complete opposite of those two, he's blonde and blue eyed, totally gorgeous and the best bit, he won't treat you like a piece of meat; he'll actually talk to you like you are a human being. Peter is rather short and not muscular like the other three but he's cute in a short cubby way.

Before you ask "No" I don't have a crush on the Marauders, but the brats do as you'll find out when you hear Lottie's wake up call. That's the problem you see, Lottie and I aren't popular. In-fact we hate attention of any kind so naturally the Marauders don't know we exist, which is fine by us; however, they'll be here to help set up, probably with their little fan clubs seeing as most of those girls parents move with Mrs Potter's 'crowd.' This means the brats are going to do anything they can to humiliate us in their presence. O god I need an Irish tea!

Later after the Irish tea:

O my God! You can probably tell that we are a little tipsy… well, before you go getting all judgemental again I'll tell you why.

I'd shared my thoughts with Lottie and we both agreed that if we were going to get through today we were going to need something to start us off. So she went and got the fire whisky and I started to make the tea.

After we'd had our Irish, as we call them, Toddie, the house elf, came in and well…

"Morning Toddie" I smiled at him, I always have liked Toddie, he is unbelievably sweet and has always helped us out with our 'habit'.

Lottie, however, groaned into the counter top, Toddie only ever talked to us in the morning to say one thing, "Toddie please tell me that you don't want me to wake them up yet?"

"O I hope you haven't, I don't think my sanity or my liver can take it!" well somebody has to be witty when Lottie's wit is on vacation. It was 9:00 so Lottie wouldn't say anything witty for at least another hour.

Lottie groaned in agreement, "Unfortunately Miss Lottie I have. However you shouldn't…"

"Do you want to wake them up or should I?" Lottie asked me.

"You wake up Newboobs and I'll wake up the Brats." Lottie nodded in agreement and so we shouted from the safety of the kitchen.

"Newboobs get up before your tits freeze in that position!" I don't know where Lottie got that from but her randomness is oddly endearing.

"And Brats get your arses out of bed. The Marauders are here and if you lucky you might be able to get a good shag!" It's good to piss off the twins first thing in the morning. Oddly stress relieving.

"Miss Lottie, Miss Lily you shouldn't say such things!" Toddie looked at us urgently.

"Why not? We do it every morning, and besides you know the only way to get the Brats out of bed is to mention 'Marauder' and 'shag' in the same sentence." Lottie is as ever blunt around this time in the morning. Especially seeing as our heads are usually very tender in the morning too.

"Misses, they're here!" Toddie said looking exasperated, which is a very funny look on a house elf I can tell you.

"What do you mean? Who are here?" I asked feeling the cold lump of embarrassment fill my stomach.

"Mrs Potter and her friends to set up the Ball rooms," Toddie sighed obviously put out.

"Well it's their own bloody fault for arriving this early, if they didn't want to hear it they shouldn't have come so early should they?" Lottie follows in the true Price tradition of 'nothing is my fault if it is embarrassing', it's something I'm getting used to and to tell the truth not only am I getting good at it but I'm finding it very useful.

"Right, well, do we really want to be here for this?" I asked Lottie

"No. What are you thinking of?"

"Well why don't we go shopping? We've got nothing better to do and that means we can escape…" I let my sentence trail off now that I was aware we actually had an audience down in the main entrance hall.

"Good idea lets go!" Lottie decided, picking up her bag and throwing on her jacket all in one fluid motion. She can be annoyingly graceful when she wants to be.

"But Miss Lottie, Miss Lily you can't go, if your not here Miss Nicole will have a fit!" Toddie exclaimed urgently, whilst running behind us, trying to keep up.

"Toddie, Newboobs is going to have a fit when she sees the chandelier we might as well escape whilst she's pretending to be nice." You know I've come to the conclusion that bluntness is another one of Lottie's fortes.

"Why am I going to have a fit after I see the chandelier?" great, Newboobs arrives to stop us from escaping. We'd just reached the entrance hall and all its occupants when Newboobs entered the scene.

"Bloody brilliant! This just makes the week." Lottie's wit seemed to be appearing although I have no idea what she meant by that.

"Charlotte, your language is atrocious." Uh oh. She called Lottie 'Charlotte'. You never call Lottie 'Charlotte' unless you have a death wish. You see, Lottie's mum was the only one that called her Charlotte, after she died Lottie made sure no one else did.

"Charlotte?" Lottie exclaimed out raged, looking like she could commit murder.

"Come Lots, lets get you out of here before you do something you'll regret," I, always the good and supportive friend, tried to get her out.

"Some how I don't think murdering her would be something I'd regret!" Lottie was still looking at her but she let me drag her outside.

In the mean time I caught the look on the Marauders' faces, their mothers' faces and their fan clubs' faces. They all had the same expression of disgust aimed in our direction, I have to admit I wanted to get out of there as fast as I could and I could tell Lottie felt the same, but would Newboobs let us? No she wouldn't would she, she just couldn't let it go she just had to keep us and torture us until everybody thought we were the most horrible people in the world.

"Wait! I want to see what you've done to the chandelier before you go." She marched over to the doors that led to the ball room and…

There it was. The absolutely disgusting chandelier which we had been told to clean the Muggle way was broken on the floor. The reason no one else had heard it drop was because Lottie and I apart from being frightfully drunk at the time had wanted to listen to our music rather loudly so we'd put a silencing charm on the ball room.

We waited…

And waited…

And finally the explosion came, "That was a very expensive chandelier!" she roared at us.

"It was also a very ugly chandelier!" Lottie mumbled under her breath to me, hardly moving her lips, this comment combined with the shocked and outraged faces of the people in-front of us set me off in nervous giggles… I was sure I was going to be lynched and I thought it would be better to go laughing than crying, seeing as if I wasn't laughing, I would be crying. I simply hate attention, especially seeing as it's always this type of attention that I receive. The type I don't want.

I, of course, then set Lottie off laughing as well and the two of us could barely stand up.

"You think this is FUNNY? Wipe those smirks off you faces at once!" I tried but the second I looked at her face I burst out laughing again, she looked like she would kill us. Mind you they all looked like they would kill us, with the exception of the Marauders; they just looked at us like we were something rather disgusting.

"You are grounded! You can forget coming to the ball tonight! Now go to your rooms!" she looked at us triumphantly and I tried hard not to laugh as Lottie bit her lip to keep in her elated "YES!"

"Fair enough, I suppose we deserve that. However, I wouldn't worry Mrs Potter we have another chandelier that is actually pr… that you can use, so we haven't completely ruined your Ball." Lottie smiled charmingly whilst trying to look upset… I'll give her this she is a very good actress.

We quickly turned and went up the stairs glad to be away from the stares and happy that we are grounded.

So now I am in Lottie's room, she's off flying some where and I'm writing in here… but the best bit is that we won't have to see those people for the rest of the day, so this morning is officially the first morning either Lottie or I have been sober for over two weeks! Great isn't it?

Later on in the day, 1 hour to B-day (Ball day!).

Well, we are in the Kitchen again and still sober. Lottie's warming up some soup for us to have and Katie's heads in the fire. You know, by floo, I could never get the hang of that thing.

Katie wants to know why we're grounded and Lottie's telling her the whole story. Poor Katie, her mother is actually physically forcing her to go. I told her to sneak up to our rooms because then she can come to our annual New Years party, consisting of eating pasta, listening to loud music and drinking lots and lots of alcohol (are you surprised?)

O, and to make things worse, it turns out that the Potters, the Marauders, and several fan club members are staying over, this of course means that tomorrow will make up for us staying sober today.

Uh oh, I hear voices, lots of unwanted voices. Katie's gone and Lottie's looking for another exit, which of course she won't find.

"Don't worry Sirius; Toddie will gladly give you something to eat." The simpering and dreaded voice of Olivia reached my ears. Lottie groaned and had started to bang her head on the table as the Marauders and the fan club walks in.

"What are you doing down here? You're grounded."

"Yes, but no one mentioned being grounded meant starving to death!" Lottie said this to the counter top. Her voice is getting very tight, I hope they don't stay long.

The girls have broken into laughter and the Marauders are grinning. This means one thing, they have been bitching and making lies up about me and Lottie, bloody brilliant. Soon we will know the joys of a prank-fest.

Lottie's obviously come to the same conclusion, because she's looking for the nearest thing that's alcoholic, well I hope she is, because when she finds it I want some! Actually she could be looking for a frying pan to hit Olivia and Alice with, that wouldn't be too bad.

"Is my brother here yet?" Lottie is attempting to be civil, that's kind of her, actually no, she's just trying to cover up the scraping noise as she pulls the frying pan towards her.

"No… not yet, why?"

"It's none of you bleeding business why," I would have chosen something a little bit stronger than bleeding; Lottie is definitely being uncharacteristically restrained today.

"Ah we're touchy tonight aren't we?" Lottie's not replying. I don't blame her; with comebacks as pathetic as that I wouldn't bother either.

"Come on Lils lets leave. Toddie could you send two tea's to my room please?"

"Tea Miss?"

"Yes Toddie our type of tea."

O, I love Lottie; sometimes she can just read my mind. Getting up we leave the Kitchens which immediately erupts with laughter after we left… well you can imagine that I don't like the idea of what they've been saying about us… in fact it's really upsetting… I will not let it get to me! O, who am I kidding it's getting to me and I can't stop it. I feel really worthless now… really need that tea!

I think Lottie feels the same but it could also be the fact that today's the day her mother died that always makes her upset… however they do have the habit of making people feel worthless.

The grounds really are beautiful out here. It's covered in snow! So pure… so white… if I wasn't feeling so bloody depressed it would make me happy. The tea's arrived along with…

"Olivia what are you doing?" Lottie looks tired; she always looks like that when she feels down.

"I need to borrow a dress… your father says mine isn't smart enough." She's marched herself haughtily over to Lottie's wardrobe and started looking around.

Lottie rolls her eyes at me; not bothering to tell Olivia that there is no way she could fit into any of her clothes and too down to care. She just accepts the tea… I don't worry about Lottie. Lottie always bounces back; she loves life and is grateful for what she's got even if she's got a funny way of showing it, just like me.

"Can I borrow this?" it was more of a statement than a question, Lottie looks to see which dress Olivia's pulled out. It's a long clingy sapphire blue one the same colour as Lottie's eyes; it would stretch to fit anybody. Lottie nods.

There's a knock on the door. Someone pops their head round we can't see cause we're sitting in the dark, "Hello flowers," Ned's entered and has turned the light on, "what you doing sitting in the dark?"

"Nothing," we both reply.

"I don't believe it you're both sober! Why aren't you getting changed?" he's frowning although I'm sure he already knows.

"We are grounded." Lottie replied grinning, she's always been able to switch her emotions; unfortunately it hasn't rubbed off on me.

"O, so it's you that crashed the chandelier. You've caused quite the scandal, the Brats are telling everyone." He smiles at us, "What's wrong?" damn him, he knows us so well. It was stupid of me to think we could hide the fact that we're down. "And don't say cause today's the day Mum died, because I know that's a lie." Damn that man!

"The Brats are living up to their nickname. Do I need to elaborate?" Lottie obviously wasn't going to answer so I stepped in. He's just nodding.

"I had an idea it might be that, because all their friends are under the impression that you're the Brats."

"Really they had the guts to say it to your face? That was brave of them." I warned you I was sarcastic.

"No. I heard Potter and Black talking to some of the girls about how to get back at the Brats. At first I thought they were talking about Olivia and Alice until I noticed they were talking to Alice, so I figure they must mean you, you don't mix with them do you?

Lottie snorted, "I think I can safely say 'no'. Although it's nice to know we can expect a prank-fest when we get back to school, that's if they can find us at school." True, we have managed to stay off their radar at school for five years and a term; I think we can manage to escape them for two more years.

I think he's getting the hint that we want to be left alone, "Do you want me to send Charlie up when he gets here?" Charlie is Ned's best friend. They've been that way since the beginning of Hogwarts and they were blissfully happy when they found out they managed to get onto the Appleby Arrows together, he is basically another brother to us.

I shrug, "only if he wants to come." I mean he's hardly going to get a lot out of us.

He's sighing at us and is leaving slowly.

An hour later (yes B-day has arrived)

We are sitting with our legs in-between the banisters watching the party and Katie is with us. I know what you're thinking but we are bored and we've at least got to make it look like we're sorry for not being at the Ball. We can't start our own party until they start eating, it's awfully annoying.

I have to say that Lottie's sapphire blue dress looks absolutely horrible on Olivia! It's made for really skinny people like Lottie or me and no offence to Olivia but she's not skinny.

Okay, I just read that and I sound so arrogant but I'm not I promise it was just Lottie rubbing off on me. However, she really does look horrible. The Marauders look devilishly handsome as they always do; however, judging from the conversation that Ned heard they really shouldn't be in my good books.

Lottie wants to write me a note wait there.

Lils do you want to stir up some trouble? (Wide eyed expression of complete innocence)

What type of trouble?

Guys please don't, I actually have to sit and eat with them before I can come and join you two in the kitchen.

Don't worry Kate it won't affect you… just the Marauders and the Brats… I want to get them back for calling us Brats.

What are you thinking of?

Well… you know the Brats have a huge crush on the Marauders? I mean they've even nicked a pair of their boxers for god's sake. Anyway, I was just noticing how the Marauders aren't too fond of them, so, I thought we could maybe give the Brats a little help…

Lottie get to the point…

Well, it involves trailing mistletoe.

Wait; let me get this straight, you want to charm mistletoe to follow the Marauders to help the Brats?

Lottie, remind me never to get on your bad side. You see Kate, the Marauders don't like the Brats, and the Brats are going to trail them all night, so, if the Marauders have mistletoe over their heads all night… who's going to keep on kissing them?

Clever!

Well what can I say, I'm a born genius. (Insert large snort from Katie and I)

So we charmed the mistletoe to follow each one of the Marauders and sure enough, Lottie was right, the Brats are having a field day. Not surprisingly, the Marauders aren't looking too happy.

In the kitchen around 11:40

Hey, its 11:40, almost New Years, Katie's joined us but she can't hold her drink so she's completely gone, dancing on the table… Lottie is waltzing around the room, on her own; she says it's tradition to waltz into the New Year. The music is really loud but no one can hear because we've put a silencing spell on the kitchen!

O wait, Lottie is making a toast.

"I declare a toast to myself and Lily for successfully getting grounded and escaping the New Years party for the 5th year in a row!" Lots of cheering on mine and Katie's part, "Wait I'm not done yet! And I declare a toast to the house elves for their amazing spaghetti bolognaise, which they have cooked for us despite the fact that they had to cook for the stupid Ball upstairs," lots of cheering on our part again.

I'm now waltzing around the room like Lottie. Olivia had arrived with some friends.

"O, Olivia darling how are you? I hope you're having fun at the Ball, yes? O, Olivia I love your dress! I really do I can't for the life of me remember where you got it from though. Lils do you know where Olivia got her dress from?" Lottie's looking wide eyed at me I can't help it I've got to laugh.

"Why yes. Lottie, it's yours stupid!" I stop in front of them, "O my giddy Aunt, I didn't see you lot there!" the Marauders are standing behind them and Lottie's left me to waltz on her own again, "How are you?"

"Er… sober," Lupin answers me.

"SOBER? Why you poor people why on earth are you sober at New Years?

"Your father is rationing the amount of alcohol we can have," This time Potter answered me; I think Olivia and her girlfriends are in shock.

"He's not my father… I'm not related to the Price's in anyway whatsoever I just started living here with Lottie after my parents died. However, that is beside the point, you're sober and it is not traditional to be sober on New Years so" I gestured brightly "help yourself to some Vodka!" I lift up my glass and grin charmingly at them shoving my glass in their faces. The girls seem to of disappeared. Alarm bells are ringing in my head but I think I'll ignore them.

"Or whiskey or wine or rum or beer or champagne or… What else do we have Lils?" Lottie has rejoined me again, "Your Mum is really scary!" Lottie's pointing at Potter who's grinning at us.

"Really?" he's still grinning. They're all grinning at us.

"Yes" I back Lottie up, "I mean so the wake up call was rather embarrassing and crude, but that's no need to look at us like we're something really disgusting… we made a mistake give us a break… and then we did her a huge favour by breaking the ugly chandelier, I mean it was an ugly chandelier and it was ugly… did I mention it was ugly?"

"Er yes."

"So she then gives a death stare that's worse than Lottie's and I'm telling you that's one scary death stare! And looks like she wants to kill us, I mean we did her a favour! Mind you, they all looked like they wanted to kill us except for you lot, you looked like we were something that needed to be squished. It was really scary. I had to laugh to stop my self from crying! But, on the bright side we did get grounded! So I guess we did get rewarded for breaking the ugly chandelier that was ugly." I must have said this quite fast because it was taking a while for them to process what I just said.

"Er, sorry, but… um… how is getting grounded a good thing?" Lupin's looking at us curiously; he looks quite scary when he's curious.

"Well you see that's a long story, but to cut a long story short. We Lottie, Katie and I hate balls, I mean you spend hours trying to find a dress, which you'll never be able to wear again because you wore it once and you probably won't be able to fit into it cause everyone's always trying to lose weight so they then go anorexic and then their dead so they can't wear it again anyway… so Lottie and I always pretend to be sick or get grounded so we don't have to go to your boring balls."

"Yeah, and then we have our own party here!" Lottie's joined me again, "see we decorate the small ball room and put in a huge table. Have you seen the table? That's a stupid question. And then we put really loud music on and have spaghetti bolognaise and then we go into the big Ball Room and we have really loud music and lot of alcohol and then we have bean bag races, have you ever had a bean bag race?"

"No" for some reason Potter and Black are laughing and Lupin's trying to keep a straight face.

"Well, it's really good fun. Last year though we didn't, we figured out the chandelier could swing so we were swinging on the chandelier, you know, and landing on the table; the huge one, however, don't tell Newboobs because she found shoeprints on them when she came back and I told her that it was the dog… I mean how stupid can you get? The dog doesn't wear shoes so how on earth could it leave shoe prints? And we don't even have a dog so you can see show stupid she is can't you?

"Don't forget the year you lot played Quidditch! That was funny." Katie had joined us now. For some reason Black appears to be hyperventilating. I don't know why.

"Yeah, Ned and Charlie came over and we flew around the house throwing cushions at each other and then we all ganged up on Ned and Lottie except their really good at Quidditch so it didn't work and Lottie's aim is annoyingly good when she's drunk and she knocked me off my broom! But it was still fun," the Clock stuck 12. "Happy New Year everyone!" lots of cheers of happy New Year come back and Lottie, Katie and I hug.

"I'm tired I'm going to go to sleep," Lottie can barely keep her eyes open and is wobbling dangerously.

"Okay." Katie and I reply the boys are looking at us curiously and jump slightly as Lottie falls on the floor asleep.

"She just collapsed!" Lupin looks at me worried even though Potter and Black seem to find it hysterical.

"Huh? O, don't worry, she does it all the time!" For some reason everything's gone dark.

A/N: hey this is my second fanfic however it is very different from my 1st one which is called a fine line between love and hate which actually sticks to canon. This one however is rather AU.

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