Chapter One
Hi! So here's chapter one of my fan fiction. I'll only be posting maby about five chapters 'cause I don't have enough time. Anyway, read, tell me what you think, and I hope you enjoy. :)
"What are you doing here?" Lily demanded as James sat beside her on Potions.
"I'm taking this class," James answered with a shrug.
"I mean, why are you sitting with me?" Lily corrected herself. "The Marauders are over there." She pointed at the table where Remus, Sirius and Peter were occupying,
"Is there a law that says I have to sit with them every Potions class?"
"No, but even if there is, you'll break it anyway."
"That's right."
Lily sighed and shook her head. James Potter's presence always brought humor and mischief. It ought to be fun. But Lily Evans lived in rules and peace. So there was no way she would find James Potter a fun companion.
After the class, which was the last for that day, Lily went to the library. She sat on her favorite spot which was the table near the Restricted Section. It was the most inconspicuous place in the library.
She was into her reading when she felt someone's presence beside her. She jumped as she saw James Potter beaming at her.
"What are you doing here?" Lily said, clutching her still pounding heart.
"Nothing," James answered, his smile unwavering. "I was just wondering if you would go with me to the next Hogsmeade trip."
"No," Lily said, picking up her book which she had dropped. She paused to think. "James, the next Hogsmeade trip is on December and it's still October!"
"I know – hey!" James looked at her earnestly. "Did you call me James?"
"Gosh!' Lily replied in sarcasm. "I think I did."
"Come off it." He grinned. "So we're on first-name basis now?"
Lily ignored him and continued reading. James snatched her book away.
"What do you want from me?" she exclaimed, thoroughly annoyed.
"Silence!" Madam Pince barked. "One more yell and I'll send you to Professor McGonanagall."
Lily glared at James who smirked and gave her back the book.
"Hey, hey, hey!" James said, nudging Lily, who was back to her book.
"What?" Lily whisper-yelled.
"Look. I think there's something going on between Madam Pince and Filch."
Lily looked around the library and saw Madam Pince on her table, talking to Filch.
"He's always here," Lily said, giggling.
"Of course. He's visiting Madam Pince, isn't he?"
Lily let out another giggle, shook her head and practically put her nose back to her book.
James frowned.
"Why do you keep on reading?" he asked.
"Because – " She looked at him. " – I can actually learn something from what I read."
"Don't you get bored?"
"I enjoy reading."
James smirked.
"And I'm the one with the glasses," he muttered.
After a few minutes, James was getting bored. He vowed to himself never to go near Lily whenever she was in the library again. A few minutes later, he took it back. Didn't he promise to himself that he would stay with Lily whatever happened? Even if she got married, and have children, he could still stay friends with her, right? If only it wasn't hard. But he knew Lily would never go out with him. Never.
Feeling really bored, and idiotic because of his train of thought, he stepped on Lily's foot under the table, which made Lily shriek, which made Madam Pince and Filch advance on them.
"The two of you," Filch said, pointing at Lily and James. "Follow me."
Lily let out a groan.
Moments later, Lily and James were at Filch's office.
"Hmm… right," Filch said, looking through the shelves. The shelves contained records of rule-breaking students. James and Sirius, of course, had two whole shelves all to themselves.
"Name – James Potter and Lily Evans," Filch pronounced, writing on a parchment. "Violation – shouting inside the library and showing disrespect to the readers. Punishment – detention."
"What?" Lily burst out. "I never had to serve detention in my entire life!"
"Silence!" Filch rebuked her.
"Mr. Filch," James started to say, cringing at the politeness in his tone. "It wasn't her fault. I stepped on her foot. I – "
"Yes," Filch interrupted. "And she shouted. Come on, now. Follow me."
Filch led them to the trophy room, where trophies sat dusty on shelves.
"Clean those," Filch ordered. "No magic. I'll be back in two hours and you should be done by then."
When Filch disappeared, James grinned at Lily.
"Wow," he said. "This is the best detention I've ever had. And I've had three hundred fifty six detentions."
"Three hundred fifty six?" Lily repeated in disbelief. "That should be on world record."
"Nah; Sirius has had three hundred eighty plus."
"Whoa" was all Lily could say.
It turned out that cleaning the trophies wasn't a huge problem after all. By the next hour, they were halfway finished.
"Wow, you're good at this," Lily noted.
James shrugged. "On that three hundred fifty six detentions, almost two hundred I've spent cleaning trophies, antiquities, sinks, even toilet bowls."
"Ew," Lily said, disgusted.
James laughed.
"Even you yourself are good at this," he said.
"I'm Muggle-born, remember?"
"Right."
After a few silent moments:
"What's it like living with Muggles? James asked, and Lily could hear genuine curiosity in his tone.
"Well, from a witch's point of view, very tiring, difficult and boring," Lily answered truthfully.
"From a Muggle's point of view?"
"I guess I can say mundane. But Muggles don't have a choice, do they?"
James nodded.
"Life without magic is so boring, " Lily stated. Having finished cleaning all the trophies, she sat with her back on the shelf, stretching her arms over her folded knees.
James copied her.
"Yeah," he agreed. "What a comfort it must be for you when you found out."
Lily smiled.
"Totally. Mum and Dad were – and are still – very supportive about the whole thing," she said. "Which is good, considering Petunia began to hate me because of what I am."
"Petunia," James repeated. "That horse-faced sister of yours?"
Lily laughed.
"You can say that again."
"You know what?" James became serious. "Even though Muggle life is boring, I still think it is the better life to live in. I mean, it's much safer than the wizarding world. Teenagers like us who are supposed to be concerned about puppy loves and pinching zit, worry about some stupid Dark Lord gaining power."
Lily shuddered. She knew he was right, but she wasn't fond of him being serious. And their conversation was starting to freak her out.
"Puppy love?" she said, trying to change the subject.
"Yeah," James answered, looking at her in earnest. "Haven't you had a crush on someone before?"
Lily shook her head.
"Wow," James muttered. "That must mean you're not normal."
Lily laughed.
"How about you, Mr. Normal-'cause-I-have-a-crush-on-everyone-wearing-skirt?"
"Of course I have someone I like," James answered. "And, technically, what you said is true. She is wearing a skirt, and a Hogwarts robe. She has red hair, and very dazzling green eyes."
Lily blushed and tore her gaze away from him. James, however, continued to stare at her.