"IT WASN'T HIS FAULT

Love, or hate?

Part I

"IT WASN'T HIS FAULT!!!" I belowed at the top of my lungs.

"What do you MEAN it wasn't his fault!?" James Potter screamed back at me. "Just because he's your favorite teacher does not make him not responsible for killing Peter's rat!"

"He didn't kill that rat! Peter VOLUNTERED!!!" I threw my arms up into the air and stumbled out of the common room in the direction of the first year girls' dormitory.

That James Potter! The moment I saw him I knew we'd never get along. He disgusts me!

Just walking into the compartment next to ours and setting on a dozen dung bomb! And then there comes the Sorting Hat, and puts us in the same house. UGH! I'd rather be in Slytherin!

Taking a deep breath to calm myself down, I brushed some of my dark red hair from my eyes and took a look in the mirror hanging on the wall. I wasn't really ugly, like Patunia always said, but I would never call myself pretty. At least my face wasn't covered with freckles like most red-heads were. It's not that I cared about my appearance, I didn't, but sometimes I just stopped and looked in the mirror to make sure Petunia isn't right about my looks.

"Way to start your fist year in a wizard school!" I thought as the resent fight floated into my head. With one last look in the mirror, I grabbed a few books and hurried out of the room, deciding to finish my Potions essay in the library. That was the only place James and his gang wouldn't go.

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I hurried happily to lunch after an extremely sucsessful potions class. I got the highest score on my test, an A+ on my essay, and a person compliment from Professor Gredge himself! Nothing could bring me down now!!

Caught up in a traffic jam of students, I resigned to the fact of walking behind James and his friends. They were talking quietly about something, and were quite enjoying the conversation. I decided to listen.

"God! She's such a know-it-all!" Sirius Back was saying. I slowed my walk for a second. Were they talking about me?

"Yeah!" Squealed Peter. "A big, fat, ugly, bossy, know it all!" I could bet everything I owe that they were!

"Who ever came up with the name 'Lily'?" I swallowed hard, fighting tears. What's wrong with my name? I always thought it was a good name!

"Her mother." My heart jumped. I was afraid to hear what might come next. My mother? What's my mother have to do with this?

"Yeah, her mother hated her so much that she gave her that name." I was blinking away tears. What did they know about my mother?

"I know!" said James. "She's really NOT muggle-born, but her mom was such a good davinator, that when she saw what her daughter will turn out like, she put her up for adoption!" That was the last straw, and it hit me the hardest. Not carring to hold back my tears, I bumped between James and Sirius and ran towards the Gryffindor rooms, hearing Remus mumble, "Nice…"

I flopped on my bed, pulling the curtians down at the same time. Why did they hate me so much? Just because my schoolwork mattered to me and that my mother named me Lily? It was bad enough that my only sister HATED my guts, my mother was an alcoholic and didn't care about me more then she did about how much money she had in her wallet, as long as there was enough for a vodka, and that my dad wanted everything perfect, and when he didn't get perfection, he would blame me for everything, but now I had to put up with torture at school! Just because I cared about my grades! Just because my grades were all I had…

I don't know how long I laid there, feeling sorry for myself, but it was a pretty long time. A couple of times, some girls would come in to get books or whatever. Exchange a few words, and leave. Not paying a single note to me. I was glad thought. When you feel like I felt then, you wouldn't want to talk to some noise, curly haired, girls. After awhile, when it got dark, I heard more footsteps.

"Lily," I was James, the LAST person I wanted to talk to right now. I rolled over onto my stomach and covered my face with my hands, to keep him from seeing that I cried, even thought the curtians were drawn.

"Go away." I mumbled .

"Lily, I'm very sorry."

"Fat chance."

"Lily, I didn't mean it. It was only a joke. I feel like such an idiot." I pulled the curtian aside, not caring that it was blood red.

"Look James. See? You made me cry. Be happy. You won. Everything's my fault, you can say that now. Don't worry. I know you hate me. I'll leave you and your friends alone." I dropped the curtian and fell back onto the bed, waiting to hear footsteps, but they never came.

"Lily." This time James pulled the curtian aside. "I'm sorry. I don't hate you. Just the opposite. That's why I'm acting like such an idiot. I, well, I'm not that good with girls." I looked him in the eye. He had nice eyes. A soft brown, not matching his wild personality at all.

"James, just leave me alone."

"Lily—"

"Look, even if I was so madly in love with you that I can't sleep at night, that the moment you look at me I burn up, the moment I notice one of my faults, I glare at you, that I think you're the most perfect person that ever lived…" I went on for awhile, but then caught myself." Just go away." He looked at me opolegeticly.

"I'm sorry." He said, and left.

A/N: Well, this is a fanfic, so I can make Lily and James NOT get together. But you'll have to read part 2 (coming soon in theaters near you) to see if that's what's gonna happen! Hehe… I'm CRUEL!

Disclaimer: If you know them, they're not mine. Happy?