A/N: I'm writing this as an experiment of sorts. You see I'm not entirely sure I like this little anthology, all random and whatnot. However, if you like it, or at least find it somewhat intriguing, please let me know and I'll keep writing it. Otherwise, I'll forget I started this and go back to only writing "Oh Really, Miss Brainiac?" and random one-shots.
Please enjoy and review your little hearts out!
Oh—and 10 points to whoever knows what book I modeled this FanFic after.
Summary: Collections of papers, journal entries, never-sent letters, schedules, articles, assignments, and those things that could never be spoken, but, nevertheless, lead to something amazing.
Disclaimer: Most assuredly not mine.
FIRST WEEK IN SEPTEMBER
Small Blue Ticket, Dog-eared on One Corner from Being Shoved Into James Potter's Pocket 10:39 AM
Hogwarts Express
September 1st
Departure: 11:00 AM
Arrival: Just in Time for the Sorting
One Pass
Enjoy your trip!
Loopy Gold Letters Written in the Warm Air of the Great Hall Above the Four House Tables 8:04 PM
Welcome back, students, to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry!
Piece of Old Parchment, Balled Up and Stuffed Into a Black Sock Which No Longer has a Mate 11:21 PM
Lily,
I could have sworn that when your hand brushed mine during the feast tonight, you sucked in your breath…and not in a disgusted way…more in a surprised way. Was it my hand that made you do that, or was it just the plate of Italian sausages you were reaching for?
That's okay. Italian sausages do that to a person.
I just hope that… no, I mean I wonder… I still don't have a chance with you, do I? It's just, every time I've touched you in the past—like last year when I let you push me into a wall after I insulted your friend, you never gasped at me. You always yelled at me. "Stop it, Potter! Get your hands off me, Potter!"
It's all right if you don't want to remember. I wouldn't either. It was always
I just want to suss this out.
Because you surprised at the feel of my hand (could just) equal you liking me.
And if that's the case, Miss Evans, we have some talking to do.
Still Trying to figure you ou—
Hoping that you'll—
Love—
Just, Good night,
James
Ripped Page from The Standard Book of Spells: Year Seven, Thrown at the Back of James Potter's Head 10:47 AM
Prongs,
We still gonna reek, er, I mean wreak havoc in the kitchens tonight?
Moony says he's got only four more days 'til his Furry Problem, and he's already getting moody.
Wormtail says Filch is preoccupied with training that new cat of his, and won't be around for a bit.
Plus, I really want some summer trifle and—
Padfoot
Reverse Side of a Ripped Page from The Standard Book of Spells: Year Seven, Thrown to the Back of the Charms Classroom 10:49 AM
Can't tonight, Padfoot. I've got to go to the first prefects meeting. Head duties and all that, you know. Tomorrow?
Prongs
Notice Posted on the Announcement Board in the Gryffindor Common Room 6:00 PM
GRYFFINDOR PREFECTS MEETING
7:00 PM Wednesday, September 4th
Meet the Head Boy and Girl
New patrol schedules
Don't be late!
Smooth White Sheet of Paper Inside of a Nondescript, Leather-bound Journal 6:51 PM
Wednesday, September 4th
Dear You—
I'm waiting for seven o'clock to finally roll around. Then I can go to the prefects meeting. I'm excited. I always thought I'd be Head Girl someday. Not that I wasn't surprised when the badge fell out of my letter, mind you… But, I had rather hoped, you know?
Potter is Head Boy. I can't think of why. I don't like to criticize the professors, but they must be out of their ruddy minds to let a prat like Potter get a taste of power. Merlin only knows what kind of trouble he'll cause now! Anyway, on the train, when I found out, my mouth hung open and I couldn't think of a thing to say to him.
Unusual, I know.
So, when I regained verbal ability, I set a bat-bogey hex on him. I know it's not mature, but I really, truly couldn't think of another thing to do… And all of those prefects were just sitting in the carriage, staring at me with great wide eyes.
He had to expect it though, right? I mean, it's just not right—him being Head Boy. I expected Remus Lupin, to be honest. He's a nice boy. Polite. Wouldn't do a thing to harm Hogwarts. At least, I don't think he would, but look at whom he hangs around with! Can't really expect much from that lot.
Emmeline says that Potter will give up on me this year.
I don't believe her. He's got such a thick head! I can honestly say that he's exactly the same. Even though, he was quiet at the Welcome Back Feast. I hope nothing horrible happened to his family. Then, there are three good friends I know who've had mishaps with Death Eaters, or whatever they're calling themselves this year.
Ugh, and I just called Potter a good friend. That was so very wrong.
This year has to be the best, you are aware of that, right? Merlin, I've so much to worry about! Seventh year… The last chance to do what I've always wanted—always needed to do. I don't quite know what it is that I want and that I need, but I'll get there.
There's the seven o'clock bell tolling, and I've got to go. Wish me luck.
—Lily
Trim White Note Cards, Passed Out According to Last Name 7:09 PM
PATROL SCHEDULE FOR SEPTEMBER
Patrols begin at 9:00PM and end at Midnight.
Monday: Prewitt and Jacobs
Tuesday: McCreedy and Zambini
Wednesday: Catchall and Avery
Thursday: Fletcher and Longbottom
Friday: Evans and Potter
Weekend 1:
Saturday: Catchall and Avery
Sunday: Fletcher and Longbottom
Weekend 2:
Saturday: Evans and Potter
Sunday: McCreedy and Zambini
Weekend 3:
Saturday: Evans and Potter
Sunday: Prewitt and Jacobs
If you have questions or concerns about the schedule, please see the Head Girl, Lily Evans or the Head Boy, James Potter.
Back of a Leftover "Patrol Schedule for September" Note Card, Left on a Divan Pillow, Next to Lily Evan's Head 9:17 PM
Evans,
You fell asleep while I was picking the room up. Hope you don't mind that I didn't wake you, but you looked so peaceful.
Zambini came back a moment ago to try to change his patrol times around, but I told him that he didn't have a good enough excuse (something about remedial potions).
If you sleep like that all night, you'll get a crick in your neck.
James
Piece of Parchment Paper, Balled Up and Stuffed Into a Black Sock Which No Longer has a Mate 10:30 PM
Lily,
Do you know that when you sleep, your eyelids flutter? Maybe it was a trick of the light from the torches on the walls, but it was like your eyelids little moth wings while you were seeping on that sofa in the Heads' room.
You didn't need to yell at me tonight and call me a giant prat and a great big tosser. I know that prefects can't expel students. I also know that I can't really force Avery to give up his badge just because he's a slimy rat Slytherin and a wanna-be Death Eater.
But Lily, you're too good to see the bad in people…well, people who aren't me, I suppose. You think that He-Who-Must-Not-Be-, no — "Voldemort" just goes around doing minor harm to people, by himself? But don't you know that he murders them? Don't you know that Voldemort's followers murder people too? Haven't you seen the Daily Prophet? All of those names?
So, I can't help it but see Avery, or Snivellus, or Voldemort as bad. I can't help but want to fight them. People who murder people… Should. Not. Exist. That's why I'm taking classes to be an auror.
And I saw you roll your eyes when you heard, you know.
But I won't say anything about that because you can't help yourself.
But please, Lily, keep in mind that:
If you…
Think that I don't care when you roll your eyes at me, you're wrong.
Tell me that I'm a prat more than four times tomorrow I might just hex you at dinner.
Are angry that I didn't wake you up this evening, please don't be.
James
Small Piece of Parchment, Folded Up Into Quarters and Placed on a Transfiguration Classroom Desk 9:43 AM
Potter—
Thank you for not waking me up last nigh and not being a prat about itt. Guess I was tired.
—Lily
Small Piece of Parchment, Folded Up Into Quarters and Placed on a Transfiguration Classroom Desk 9:44 AM
Potter—
Thank you for not waking me up last night and not being a prat about it. Guess I was tired.
—Lily
You're welcome.
James
Marks on James Potter's Hand, Tallying the Number of Times Lily Evans has Called Him a "Prat" 5:16 PM
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Notice Posted on the Announcement Board in the Gryffindor Common Room 6:00 PM
GRYFFINDOR TEAM QUIDDITCH PRACTICE
Every Monday and Friday after dinner for two hours.
Don't be late or I'll have to kick your arses!
James Potter (Captain)
Smooth White Sheet of Paper Inside of a Nondescript, Leather-bound Journal 7:49 PM
Thursday, September Fifth
Dear You—
Bloody hell! I can't believe that Potter! Do you know what he did to me?
That toe-rag sent a flock of birds after me! Birds! I ask you, why would anyone send birds after another person? It's completely insane.
There I am, sitting quietly, eating my dinner of sliced roast and red potatoes, and Emmeline is telling me about a new spell she found in a book, and Dorcus is yattering on about a new muggle band, and all of a sudden, Potter comes up to me and Emmeline, says something about spells, laughs, and then yells "Avis!" at me.
Before I know it, I've got a flock of red cardinals perched on my shoulders and arms! They're twittering like mad, and everyone around me at the dinner table starts to feed them tid-bits of food! Don't they know that one mustn't feed things otherwise they keep coming back? Look at Potter and his friends for Merlin's sake! Dumbledore will never get rid of him!
So, it took me a whole fifteen minutes to get rid of the silly things! My poor robes are covered in bird droppings. James… I mean Potter is certainly going to pay for this.
—Lily
Leftover "Patrol Schedule for September" Note Card Pasted onto Smooth White Sheet of Paper Inside of a Nondescript, Leather-bound Journal 7:54 PM
Evans,
You fell asleep while I was picking the room up. Hope you don't mind that I didn't wake you, but you looked so peaceful.
Zambini came back a moment ago to try to change his patrol times around, but I told him that he didn't have a good enough excuse (something about remedial potions).
If you sleep like that all night, you'll get a crick in your neck.
James
Words Scratched into a Valerian Root With a Silver Knife 11:15 AM
Q-U-I-D-D-I-T-C-H
Written In the Margins of James Potter's Potion Notes on Draught of the Living Death 11:16 AM
You're very talented Padfoot.
I know. I'm so unappreciated in this place. Do you think anyone will ever really, truly understand me?
I doubt it… You're far too astute.
What's astute mean?
Clever, Padfoot, it means clever.
But way to prove James's point.
Moony, just because you are extra moody does not mean that I want your two cents my dear, fluffy little wolfy…er…lupus!
Are you gonna watch our Quidditch practice?
Duh.
Not you. You're on the team, Sirius—you'd better be there! Moony?
Yes.
Brilliant.
Piece of Parchment, Placed on A Desk in the Defense Against the Dark Arts Classroom 3:37 PM
You want to watch our quidditch practice this evening?
And join your little fan club? Not a chance, Potter.
Are you jealous of them, Evans?
Yes No Maybe (underline one)
Yes No Maybe (underline one)
Jealous of your fan club, Potter, would mean that Dumbledore had better cart me off to St. Mungo's this minute.
They ought to send you off to St. Mungo's anyway.
Prat.
James Potter's Toe Dragged Through the Dirt on the Quidditch Pitch 6:31 PM
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Smooth White Sheet of Paper Inside of a Nondescript, Leather-bound Journal 8:50 PM
Friday, September 6th
Dear You—
I went down to the quidditch pitch tonight. I don't know why. I am NOT one of Potter's little fan girls. I just wanted to see him. Fly, I mean. He's an exceptional flyer.
Yes, even I can admit that.
Except, then he saw me in the stands and he flew over to me, and all of his little devotees glared over at me, like I wanted him there. Which, I did NOT. So, then Potter starts to say something about how he knew I'd come tonight and would I like to go for a walk in the forest with him? I just said that he was a PRAT and left.
He is a prat. Bugger, he's such a prat. Couldn't he have just left me alone in the twilight?
Ugh. Why'd I go in the first place? Because I wa—
Emmeline says that I'm subconsciously attracted to him because I keep telling myself that I'm NOT actually attracted to him. What a bunch of rubbish, eh?
The odd thing is… I feel like the prat now for going down there in the first place; and there's really no need for that.
Everything is so C.O.N.F.U.S.I.N.G.
… And now I have to go PATROL the corridors with POTTER. I hate being Head Girl right now.
—Lily
Small, Conjured Notepad with Red Cover and Bright White Pages 9:28 PM
Have you gone mute?
No, Potter. I'm just not talking to you.
But you are writing to me, eh?
Okay! Okay, no need to shoot sparks at me!
Well then, don't be an arse.
You know, I don't think that the Head Girl should be allowed to shoot red sparks at a person while she's patrolling the corridors. Students are sleeping, Evans. You should be ashamed of yourself.
It's 9:30pm. No one is sleeping yet. Didn't you see that little first year that just disappeared into the library?
Ah, I remember when I was a first year and was disillusioned about studying.
What? Why are you looking at me like that?
Some people value education, you know.
I know they do, Lily, and it's so good of you to be one of those devoted individuals.
BLOODY HELL. THERE WAS NO NEED FOR SPARKS!
Then stop being an ARSE!
You're not in a good mood this evening, are you?
I'm with you, aren't I?
That was rude.
Ah, but you asked me.
So what, now YOU'RE not even writing?
Fine. I'm going to go patrol the third floor corridor. You stay on this one.
James Potter's Finger on the Stone Wall of the Second Floor Corridor 9:47 PM
B-U-G-G-E-R
Half-Sheet of Parchment Paper, Balled Up and Stuffed Into a Black Sock Which No Long Has a Mate 12:13 AM
Lily,
There are singe marks on my arms from where you shot red sparks at me with your wand tonight.
The burns you gave me equal the only burns I've ever kind of enjoyed.
James
Small Piece of Torn Parchment Paper, Dropped onto James Potter's Breakfast Plate of Kippers and Eggs 8:11 AM
Prongs,
Don't look so mopey, mate. Lily'll come around. You've got other things on your plate anyway (get it?). Full moon tomorrow night, remember?
Padfoot
Lily Evan's Fork Dragged Through The Syrup of Her Pancakes 8:11 AM
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