A.N. New story. Hooray! And the same day as a new chapter too! Amazing. I know. Anyway. Here it is, This story with no name!! So yea, any suggestions would be appreciated. Plus, I'm not sure how this will turn out. Anyway, (again), here it is!
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Chapter 1
"No, Lily, wait for your father and I before you get on the plane!" A woman commanded her ten year old daughter.
"But I want to get a good seat!" The girl cried her emerald eyes shining. "I don't want to miss anything on the way to Spain!"
"Seats are assigned, princess," a man, obviously her father, for they had the same fiery red hair, informed her as he joined his wife, another girl, twelve, following closely behind.
"Alright then, can we get on now?" the new girl asked.
"yes, we just need to make sure that we have everything, Petunia," Marie Evans said.
Quietly, her husband, Daniel, ran through his mental checklist. "Passports, check, carry on bags, check, boarding pass stubs, check." A little bit louder, he said, "Well, we've got everything, time to go."
Excitedly, Lily grabbed her father's hand, demanding to know where her seat was.
"This isn't a big plane, only fifty or so seats, and yours if 17A," he explained.
"Do you know who I'm sitting next to?"
"No, just wait and find out," Mr. Evans told his daughter as he handed the flight attendant their boarding pass so she could show them to their seats.
"Down this aisle to the left," she said politely, pointing down a thin path.
Daniel Evans quickly led his family through the pathway dropping Petunia off at 8C, Mrs. Evans at 13b and put his stuff down in his seat, 13A, before taking Lily.
"I'll check on you in an hour and a half Lily, that's halfway through the flight, ok?" he told her.
"Yes, Daddy." Lily nodded obediently.
Content with her answer, he continued.
"if you need anything, you can call a flight attendant to help. Be sure to buckle, up. And lastly, be a good girl, and I'll see you later."
Lily continued to nod, agreeing to her father's rules.
Settling Lily into her seat by the window, he put her carry on luggage under the seat in front of her before kissing her on the head and going back to his seat.
Not a minute after Mr. Evans left, a boy and his mother appeared. The boy had raven coloured hair, that stuck up in every directions, while his mother had his eyes, a warm shade of hazel.
The mother told the boy everything that Lily's dad had told her, giving Lily a sense of Déjà vu.
"And please don't cause any trouble, James," the lady begged.
"Of course Mum," the boy, presumably James, answered, climbing into his seat just next to Lily.
James' mother sighed before bidding him goodbye and going to her seat.
"Hi, I'm James Potter, and I'm ten years old. Who are you?" he asked Lily.
"Lily Evans, I'm ten too," she replied, smiling.
"Really? That's so cool! So why are you going to Spain?"
"My parents went on their honeymoon there, and they wanted to take me and my sister to see Barcelona."
Lily and James continued talking, about anything and everything they could think of. Somehow, the topic turned to nicknames.
"I only have one nickname, and that's from my Daddy," Lily told her new friend.
"Lucky, I don't have one," James answered enviously.
"Well then, I'll give you a nickname!" Lily exclaimed. "What do you want it to be?"
"Er, I don't know…Storm? Because I really like storms."
"Ok, you can be storm!"
"Then I'll call you….Tiger-Lily, or just Tiger, it doesn't really matter."
"Cool!"
The two children continued to chatter away, and it wasn't long before Mr. Evans and Mrs. Potter came to check on their respective child.
"Well princess, how has the flight been?" Mr. Evans asked.
"It's been great Daddy! Me and James, I mean Storm, are having tons of fun!" Lily gushed.
"And who is James?" her father asked warily.
"Tat would be me sir, I'm James Potter," James replied for her.
"James, are you being a nuisance?" Mrs. Potter asked approaching her son.
"No Mum, I was just talking to Lily and her dad," he responded easily.
Mrs. Potter turned to Lily and her father.
"It's nice to meet you. I do hope my James isn't being a bother."
"Not at all, we've been having fun!" Lily answered.
James nodded eagerly.
The parents soon left, leaving Lily and James to become better friends.
At the end of the flight, when Mr. Evans and Mrs. Potter came to collect their child, they begged and pleaded to their parents to let them keep in touch via telephone.
"Please Daddy, I love talking to Storm!"
"Yea, and I love talking to Tiger!"
Their parents finally agreed, and swapped telephone numbers, but in their parting words, told them that since they were on vacation, they couldn't call each other for three weeks, when they got home. And with that, the families went their separate ways.