Disclaimer: I can only wish to be J.K. Rowling.
A/N: This is a recently edited version of this. The young men in my church are hosting a talent show and since I'm currently boycotting the piano (this was written before I was) I'm not playing the piano. Therefore, they're having me read some of my stories. Yay for me. I picked this story since it's my favourite story/one-shot that I've written. The author note at the bottom is the original one...
James Potter wasn't having a very good day. At breakfast, hundreds of pancakes had pelted viciously at him:
James Potter was just about to take another forkful of pancakes when he saw, to his disappointment, that he didn't have anymore. He gazed around him, in search of another stack of pancakes but couldn't see any. The only plate that held pancakes was at the far end of the table, to his left. He sighed, pulled out his wand and said, "Accio pancakes!"After he realized what he had done, he mentally smacked himself for his mistake, and would have smacked himself physically, but he didn't have time, as every single pancake in the Great Hall came flying at him. Pancakes may be soft and fluffy looking but when hundreds of them come flying at you, they are anything but soft and fluffy. As James sat in his seat, drowned in pancakes, Sirius, sitting next to him, pointed at his best mate and started to laugh. Remus just shook his head and replied,
"Got to be more specific, Prongs."
Then later, during Charms, he almost let slip that Remus was a werewolf:
As Professor Flitwick passed out the exams results, James waited impatiently. He was a little nervous about receiving his exam back. You see, he didn't study because yesterday had been the full moon, and therefore he was out on the school grounds, running around with a dog, a rat, and a werewolf. Finally, Flitwick handed James his paper. James hesitantly turned it over and looked at the grade. His jaw dropped. He jumped out of his seat, and before he could contain himself, he started shouting.
"Troll?! How could I have got a Troll? I know I did better than this! Yeah, I know I didn't study 'cause I was out with Moony 'cause it was the-"Sirius placed his hand over James mouth before he could finish the sentence.
"Are you trying to get Moony in trouble?"Sirius hissed in James ear slowing removing his hand so James could talk.
"Because it was the what, Mr. Potter" Flitwick asked.
"Because it was the day that Moony and I…and I have our tutoring sessions! Moony is tutoring me in Herbology because I really need the help" James lied.
"Oh, okay,"Flitwick said. He finished handing out the rest of the papers.
And then, to make his day worse, he got into another fight with Lily:
"Potter, where were you last night?!" Lily shouted at James. "You were supposed to be doing rounds, but I couldn't find you anywhere!"
"I'm sorry. I must have forgotten to tell you that I couldn't come yesterday night. It won't happen next time."
"You didn't answer my question! Why weren't you at rounds yesterday?"
"I'm sorry, but I can't tell you."
"And why not?"
"Because, I just can't." He sighed. "I promised I wouldn't tell."
"Wait, what do you mean,next time? It better not happen again, Potter, or else I'll tell Dumbledore that you aren't able to keep up with your Head Boy responsibilities. You better not miss another night of rounds."
"Okay, I'll try not to miss another night."
"Trying isn't good enough, Potter"
Before James could respond, Lily stormed off.
James needed a place to relax. Let all the word around him disappear, and what better place to do this than the Room of Requirement. He walked around until he came to a door-less hallway on the seventh floor. He walked passed the statue three times thinking, 'I need a place to rest, I need a place to relax, I need a place to get away from others', and a door emerged out of nowhere.
He opened the door and music greeted him as he entered. Looking around, he saw that black grand piano stood nearby, and someone was playing it. Apparently, he wasn't the only one who wanted to disappear from the world.
He didn't want to interrupt the person playing for they were playing most beautifully. James couldn't even begin to describe how well they were playing. The notes flowed together so eloquently, filling the air with classical music.
He sat down on a nearby couch and listened to whoever was playing the beautifully written compositions. They apparently had taken lessons for a while because the current song was a difficult one, and it made him forget all about the misfortunes of his day.
As the person continued to play, James got peculiar as to who was playing the songs, so he peeked over the piano and saw red hair. He only knew one person with red hair and that was Lily Evans.
James almost fell over the couch when he realized it was Lily. He gasped. Lily, though, kept on playing the piano, ignoring the rest of the world around her. It seemed she didn't even know she had an audience.
James, realizing that Lily didn't know he was there, smiled and sat back down on the couch, listening to her to play.
Many songs later, James was still listening to Lily play the piano. He'd never heard anyone play this well before! The songs were performed perfectly, without mistakes. And still, Lily didn't realize that she had a listener. She seemed to be in her own little world.
A few songs later, James realized he'd skipped dinner. But James wasn't going to leave just yet.
Lily was playing a simpler song, Für Elise, when James noticed that she had missed a cord causing her to mess up the rest of the song. Lily replayed it, yet missed the same cord again. She pounded the piano keys in frustration. James decided to make himself known. He got up from the couch, walked over to the piano, forced Lily to scoot over, and just as Lily was about to protest, James started to play Für Elise. It was Lily's turn to gasp. She didn't know Potter played the piano! Never in her life would she have guessed he knew how to play!
Lily was shocked more when he had played the whole piece perfectly. She'd been trying to master the bloody piece for ages!
James finished the song and turned to face a gasping Lily. He smirked.
"That was beautiful," Lily whispered. "When did you learn to play?"
"When I was younger, my parents gave me the option of dancing or the piano. I didn't like to dance at the time so I choose piano. I can dance now, though. When did you learn to play?
"When I was about eight years old. My mum taught me. How long have you been listening to me play?"
"A long time. I came here looking for a place to relax when I heard you playing. You were playing so beautifully, I didn't want you to stop so I sat on the couch and listened. Did you write some of the songs? I didn't recognize some of them." Lily blushed.
"During the summers, when I'm not studying or when I'm not arguing with my sister, Petunia, I'll lock myself in my room and start composing music."
"Wow, you're really good and you were playing so wonderfully..."
There was silence for a while before Lily answered.
"I was playing wonderfully until I got to Für Elise. I've been practicing it for months and I can never seem to learn the middle part!"
"If you want, I can help you learn it," James offered.
Lily nodded and said, "I'd like that. Thank you, James."
A/N: This came to me a while back and I decided to write it. I really like this and I hope you did too! If you see any mistakes, please tell me so I can fix them. Please review. I've had a migraine since April 5th so I need reviews to feel happy instead of feeling lightheaded, dizzy and feel like I could faint at any second. (I'm surprised I haven't fainted yet though!) And I'd like to give a huge thanks to hipotamus who edited this! Thank you!!