You've Got Post
Disclaimer: All characters, places, and other stuff you recognize from the book ain't mine. I also stole the idea for the plot from the movie with Meg Ryan and Tom Hanks "You've got Mail" Wow, I own nothing except the idea to combine the two! (Unless someone else has thought of it first. Oh grr, I hope that hasn't happened…lol)
Author's Note: This is definitely a lot lighter than the other fic I'm writing "Welcome to the Blacks" But don't worry, I'll try to update both of them at equal, quick paces. I've always been a closet fan of L/J and a sucker for fluff. So I decided, why not give it a go?
And, as always, review!
Chapter 1: You've Got Post
"Minnie, I don't really see what the problem is." James Potter gave the stern professor a cocky look as he leaned back in the chair, placing his arms behind his messy head.
McGonagall folded her hands upon her neat desk, give the boy a murderous glance, "Mr. Potter, if you could kindly introduce all four legs of that chair to the floor, and refrain from calling me 'Minnie' perhaps your sentence would be reduced."
He sighed, letting the chair go down with a soft "thump" and crossing his arms, "Professor, just because I played a prank on a few of the girls…"
"Mr. Potter, I could not help but notice that all of the girls you played this" she gave him a harsh sniff, "practical joke on were of muggle families."
James furrowed his brow with a look of utter confusion plastered on his simply charming face, "Wait, Minnie…" she cleared her throat, and he nodded, "Professor, are you implying that I would target muggleborns?"
"We are suspecting it, Mr. Potter. These are dark times, James. We can't take chances. There could be future death eaters lurking around these corridors."
James mouth fell flat to the ground, "Are you saying I'm a death eater? That's completely ridiculous! I'm the fiercest Gryffindor…"
"Mr. Potter, contain yourself. I do not believe you're a death eater. But, I have to insure that all the students at this school are safe. So, until I discontinue my word you will be forced to write a friendly letter to a muggle born student at this school every week."
Lily buried her head in her hands. "Professor, I don't know…"
"Lily, I am counting on you. You are running for head of class this year, aren't you?"
Lily smiled modestly, "Well, yes…"
"Well, then take responsibility to put a stop to bigotry in your class."
Lily puffed out her chest proudly, "All right. Who am I writing to?"
"The student has chosen to keep his identity private. I suggest you do the same."
"Okay. Boy or girl?"
She sighed, "Well, I can tell you it's a boy. But that's all, Ms. Evans."
"Okay, okay." She sighed, brushing herself off as she stood.
"You'll receive your first letter shortly. Good day, Ms. Evans."
She smiled politely, leaving.
As she closed the door behind her, she couldn't help but tutt at what a push over she was.
'Lord, what am I getting myself into?'
James was just starting his sixth year at Hogwarts, and man, had he started it with a bang. Only the third day of school, and already he was in trouble?
He looked over to his very best friends, who ripped through their dinner like animals, and who had just received the news of James' predicament of having to write to a muggleborn every week.
Remus took a large gulp of his pumpkin juice, "That's a shame, mate. But, how come only you got blamed for the prank?"
"I'll tell you why, Moony. Cause our friend James here is slow on his feet, and didn't run from the scene of the crime. Nope, just stood there like a dope, practically screaming, send me to Dumbledore! Expel me! Oh please…" Sirius mocked in a falsetto voice, jeering at him until James promptly kicked him under the table.
"Oy, bugger off, huh?" James snapped, but a playful smile lifted his lips.
"Well, I think it might be an….educational experience." Sirius mused, tapping his pointed chin.
"Oh Sirius, you know you also use the term 'educational experience' when you're going to take one of your girlfriends up to the astronomy tower!" Peter declared, shaking his head, and taking a bite of crispy bacon.
"Peter? Are you implying that my friends who just happen to be of the female gender and I are learning about anything other than the stars and constellations?" Sirius replied, staring at Peter with shock written on his face, and a piece of egg dangling from his lip in a way only Sirius could pull off.
Peter stared at him for a moment, "That's exactly what I'm implying!"
"Well," Said Sirius, turning back calmly toward his plate. "Let me tell you. You're damn well right." They all gave a laugh, and for a moment, James almost forgot the ridiculous task he'd been assigned.
"Ugh." Lily groaned, patting her red locks down as she stared in the mirror located in the girl's toilet, turning to her friend Betsy, "I can't believe just because I'm running for head of class means I have to take on all this new responsibility." She examined her face in the pale mirror, bewilderedly running her hands across her face, "I think I'm breaking out from all the stress."
"Oh shut up, Lily. I doubt you've ever gotten a pimple."
"Of course I have, Betsy, don't be silly." Lily backed up from the mirror, leaning against the wall, "Connie, are you almost done in there?"
"Hey, don't rush these things!" She barked, and both Betsy and Lily gave a prompt ew.
"Aw, well, Lily, writing a letter every week can't be that bad. Plus, it'll get you of McGonagall's good side, you know?"
"As if she isn't already!" Connie called, then came out of the stall, and began to lather her hands, "Maybe you should start putting in a good word for me, ya know? So maybe she'll let it pass if she sees me and Remus sneaking up to the astronomy tower…you know.."
"She wouldn't let anyone pass on that, Connie, even if you were a suck up." Lily laughed, and pushed the worry of writing a silly letter of her mind as they re entered the world.
So what do you think? Sorry the chapter's shorts, I just wanted to post it before I went to bed…
You don't have to go home, but you can't stay here, so leave a review on the way out. He he…
May Liza