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Chapter 1: I don't wanna you can't make me!
I shook my auburn hair out, watching the thick waves fall down my back and shimmer slightly in the candlelight that illuminated my spacious room. Taking a silver brush off the vanity I was sitting in front of, I brushed the tangles out of my mane of hair like I did every night. As I brushed, I let my thoughts tumble about. Today was rather a shocking day. It had been the day of the ball celebrating my parents' wedding anniversary. It was there that they announced that, after extensive discussions with the Potter family, they had arranged for me to wed that dreadful Potter boy, James, when I turned eighteen. They had beamed with pride that, through this evil marriage, the two most powerful wizarding families would unite as one. They had expected me to accept my fate calmly and politely, so they were rather shocked when I had stomped my foot, crossed my arms, and said I wouldn't marry him. The crowd of well-to-do wizards and witches had gasped, and my father had told them that I was just shocked and didn't know what I was saying. Then, he sent me to my room and left the house elf, Trobby, to guard my door and not let me out all night. I had accepted this punishment like my parents wished I had accepted my marriage, calmly and politely. I had gone up to my room, changed out of my sleeveless pale green organza-and-silk dress and into my long fitted cap sleeved white cotton nightgown, unpinned the braided coronet my mother had arranged my long auburn hair into, and begun brushing it. That's where I was now; brushing my waves of hair and pondering what in the world I was going to do about my marriage.
"Lillian Marie Evans, get down here this instant!!" I sighed and placed my brush on the mahogany vanity. I knew that bellow anywhere; my father had, on more than one occasion, used it towards me.
"Be right now, Dad!" I answered back, slipping my arms into my favorite pale blue embroidered dressing gown. I went downstairs calmly, immediately seeing my dark-haired father standing in the doorway of his study waiting for me.
"Come in and sit down, Lillian." Dad's calm voice told me he was majorly angry, but I didn't care. I had made him mad before, and I didn't care. I was what Dad called a rebel; in all honesty, I just had a lot of spunk, spirit, and energy. At school, this wasn't as much of a curse as it was at home. I was allowed to have some fun and had multiple outlets in which to dispense my energy at school. At home, however, my parents kept me cooped up like a prisoner, making me go insane with boredom and pent-up energy. My outlet for this energy was rule-breaking and rebelling against my parents. It was just a way to get my energy out, but it drove my parents insane. They yelled, cried, questioned, quarreled, and did everything in their power to make me stop. They didn't understand that all they had to do was let me have some freedom and I would stop. Oh well, their loss.
"I said, come in and sit down, Lillian." I realized I was standing on the staircase doing nothing. I walked down the stairs, across the wood plank floor, past my father, and into his study. Sitting in chairs behind the desk on either side of my father's large leather chair were Mr. Potter and my arch nemesis, James Potter. James and I had despised each other since first year at Hogwarts (the wizarding school we both attended) when James and his friends (Sirius Black and Remus Lupin) had dumped a cauldron of pumpkin juice over mine and my two best friends' (Lena Cinders and Molly Thistle) heads and we had retaliated by locking them in the girls' lavatory and telling Professor McGonagall they had gone in there to spy on the girls. Ever since, the six of us had been at war with each other, tossing insults and pranks at each other to the point of exasperation for most of the teachers and a good many students at Hogwarts. Despite this, we were by far the most popular students at Hogwarts.
"Sit, Lillian. We four need to talk." I sat down at the chair on the other side of the desk. James was leering at me in a grotesque, sickening way, as if he thought I was a prize he had just won. I tossed my ruby mane and looked at my father.
"What is it that we need to talk about, Daddy? I won't marry James and you can't make me." I said smoothly.
"You will marry James as soon as you graduate from Hogwarts and that's final." My father's green eyes, almost identical to mine, sparked. My own glittered defiantly.
"I'm not some little pawn you can push around, Daddy." I spat the last word out coldly. "I don't have to do as you command, and I never will. Good night." I rose and before anyone could stop me, returned to my room.
"Don't let anyone in my room, Trobby. Not a soul." I instructed the house elf, clad in a freshly cleaned and pressed blue cotton toga. He bowed so long his round squishy nose touched the floor and his floppy bat-like ears folded over his face. That was his sign that he could do this. "Thanks, Trobby. See you in the morning." I opened my door, shut it, and locked the Muggle lock on it. I trusted Trobby but not my father. He would tell the elf to ignore my orders and would get in here. I knew a flimsy Muggle lock wouldn't hold him back either, so I picked up my wand and locked the door with magic. That done, I slipped out of my dressing gown and climbed into my large bed, shutting the heavy curtains surrounding the bed and climbing under the white sheets and emerald mink quilt. Sleep claimed me quickly, and held me until late into the morning the next day.
A/N: Well, I know the chappie ended kinda abrupt but I already wrote this and it just ended up separating best right there. Review if you like it, but try to keep the reviews nice!! I'll try to post more soon. Laters!!