Aww, a iddy biddy pint sized love story for all you hoplessly romantic folk out
there! Reviews, even flames, don't blame me for the spelling, I have a beta
reader....thanks to he/she (wishes to remain anonymous, should I? hm...)
This is in their seventh Year at Hogwarts, so it's in 1977, three years before
Harry was born.
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Sirius was grumpy. He had just lost a ten-galleon bet with his best friend,
James. He groaned as the clock struck its last note out of the twelve.
Sirius rolled over, thinking about that day, precisely (not counting the hour)
seven days ago, that he had made the bet with James. Remus was there and had
witnessed the hand shaking ceremony. He groaned at the mere thought of St.
Valentines Day. They had already written the letter to Serevus Snape, their
Slytherin archenemy, from Krista Mackinaw, a harsh Slytherin, who was a prefect
and obviously thought she was above everybody, even James and Lily, who happened
to be Head Boy and Girl respectively, and even sometimes teachers too. They
were planning to 'borrow' Krista's owl and send it to him before breakfast.
He thought about all the girls who followed him around, all those in his
smaller-than-James's fan club.
James had it easier than Sirius over the past three years. James had a steady,
about to marry (sniggers from Sirius at the thought) girlfriend. His fan club
only hit on him when it appeared that Lily and James were not speaking, about
once every two months. But as always, true love prevailed. Neither James nor
Lily had ever been unfaithful to one another, partly because they knew hexes
and jinxes and curses well enough to make their lives miserable until the grave.
Sirius thought about how perfectly Lily and James were made for each other.
James had liked her ever since they met. His pride didn't allow him to admit
it and they hated each other for the best part of four years. Some how, Sirius
never managed to find out the real story as to how they got together, but in
his imagination, in his wee little minds eye, he pictured James's lips 'accidentally'
stumbling upon Lily's with fire works detonating from their wands…
Sirius had always had at least three girls surrounding him, jostling each other
jealously and trying in vain to attract Sirius' attention. It was true that
Sirius had liked Lily in first year, but quickly got over the juvenile crush.
He thought about the consequences that would plague him if it ever got out.
Sirius quickly thought the better of him being punished by James because it was
way before Lily and James's names were even mentioned in the same sentence without
the word 'hate' in it.
Sirius looked back at his pitiful, immature child self, so boyish and fun loving.
So buoyant. He sighed, it was only after getting a large amount of O.W.L's
that he realised that things would only get tougher.
He thought back to when he did his O.W.L's, he had got 12, along with James.
They prided themselves, privately, for becoming animagi, to become company for
their werewolf friend and fourth Maurauder, Remus Lupin.
Sirius looked through tiny gaps of curtains drawn as to not let any of the half-moon
light in. Tomorrow, their friend, Remus, would not be with them for over three
days. They were deeply mourned at that fact. There was no one besides Lily
to pull their toes into line before doing some stupid prank on Serevus Snape
or Holly Parkinson. Sirius winced at the thought of Holly. He sat up in bed,
letting his muscly arms fall onto his bare chest [sigh]. He thought of Holly,
a plump and alarming girl who had a tendency to panic every time there was any
sort of danger involved. She constantly broke down in Arithmancy class, and
in advanced potions where they a) had to use the restricted section books,
b)when they had to use highly potent or poisonous ingredients and c) whenever
some poor person walked within a foot of her cauldron. Sirius liked playing
tricks on Holly, she got extremely upset and almost always started crying,
which of course made Remus feel guilty. He soothed her and Sirius would often
make digs about how he liked her. Remus usually snatched his hands back, mortified,
like he had come too close to the fire.
Sirius rolled over, poking his head and hand out of the curtain to see what
time it was. He practically groaned with disappointment. It was still only
seventeen minutes past midnight. He thought about the grand plan they had to
make their mark. James and Lily had both agreed, even if it meant they had
to come in for detentions after school had finished for them. They had a spy
with Slytherin, who hated Snape almost as they did. Peter had flat out not
agreed to be any part of this what so ever, he might not even watch! He thought
contently 'this is going to be good!'
Their school-time aim was to play as many pranks as possible with or without
getting caught.
They had sneaked in and out of their dormitories under the security of the
invisibility cloak, but now they couldn't all fit. Peter was usually made to
transform into a rat (his animagi animal) and hide in Remus or Sirius's cloak.
James hated rats and Lily was scared of them, plus, Lily didn't like Peter.
James often asked why she didn't approve of Peter then she would say:
'It's probably just me, but there is this feeling about him, I can't put my finger
on it, but there's just something about him.'
James would sigh in reply, not satisfied with the vague answer, but he knew it
was the truth so he dropped the subject.
Sirius laughed softly at the thought of James' irritated face. He fell asleep,
finally, after twenty-six minutes of intensive remembrance.
*
'Five galleons please!' laughed James as they woke.
'No!'
'Yes!'
'You shook hands!'
'I'm not paying a knut!'
'So pay me 2465 knuts, then I'll be satisfied!'
'Nope, how do you know that 5 Galleons is 2465 knuts?'
'With great difficulty'
'Sure'
'I'm not in seventh year for nothing'
'Could have fooled me!'
'You prat!'
'Shut up Prongs'
'Okay Padfoot.'
'Sorry Prongs'
'Me too'
'Can I have my money now?'
'Later, when I get dressed'
'Thank you.'
*
Later that day, when James had his money and Sirius was wading in the lake there
was an announcement.
'All seventh years must be at the Great Hall for the St. Valentines Day Ball
one hour before with their partners or else they will be sorted into pairs.'
'Uh Oh!' said Sirius, deciding which one to take to the ball.
'Take the Ravenclaw prefect, you know, Jenny, isn't that the one you've been
mooning over for the last, how many years Lily?'
'Shut up Prongs…you prat! I have not liked Jenny, what her name, ever!' Sirius
declared melodramatically, kneeling on one, well, knee and then placing his hand
delicately onto his forehead.
'Sure, you know you do talk about her in your sleep.'
'How would you know?'
'I've been suffering from insomnia because of you!'
'Oh, sorry old mate.'
'Old? Aren't you older than I am?'
'Yeah, so call me older mate!' he said blasé.
'Okay older mate…who are you taking to the ball?'
'Don't know, who are you taking to the ball, oh yes, your girlfriend.' Sirius
said the word girlfriend quite conspicuously, James dug him in the ribs and
Sirius stopped his teasing.
'Well m'dears, must be off to find m'self a belle for the ball! Tata!' Sirius
said in a very fake accent. Lily giggled as he hopped and skipped his way into
the castle.
'What was he talking about before, then you dug him in the ribs?' asked Lily.
'Nothing…'
'Tell me or I won't go to the ball with you.'
'You have to go to the ball with me, Head Boy and Girl remember?'
'Oh, yes., well, I won't dance with you!'
'Suits me!' James chuckled.
'Okay, now seriously what was he on about?'
'Do you really want to know?'
'Yes.'
'Now?'
'Now'
'It won't be as romantic.'
'You don't have a romantic bone in your body!'
'How would you know?'
'Because you would have shown it by now.'
'Maybe I was saving myself for one romantic minute!'
'Well, you must have been saving for about ten years, out with it!'
'No'
'Pleeeeease?'
'Okay'
'Yay!'
'Only if you promise to say yes,'
'Yes'
'Not now!'
'I was agreeing!'
'Oh, alright then.'
James got down on one knee after fiddling a bit with Lily's hair.
He lookednervous as he reached deep into his robe pocket.
Lily felt nervous, could this be…?
James pulled out a small, elaborately decorated ring box, which was white with
all sorts of cream ribbon on it. It had a white, fresh Lily on top, sitting
proudly and majestically on the small ring box.
James looked at her pleadingly.
'Will you-' James coughed, as though he couldn't say the words.
'Will I what?'
'Marry me?'
Lily pulled him into a kiss before he could suffer any more.
'Yes,' she said breathlessly.
Dumbledores eyes twinkled as he left the window. He turned around, not watching
the two people fall onto the ground kissing each other so desperately, as though
they would die in any second if they left each other's arms.
there! Reviews, even flames, don't blame me for the spelling, I have a beta
reader....thanks to he/she (wishes to remain anonymous, should I? hm...)
This is in their seventh Year at Hogwarts, so it's in 1977, three years before
Harry was born.
-------------
Sirius was grumpy. He had just lost a ten-galleon bet with his best friend,
James. He groaned as the clock struck its last note out of the twelve.
Sirius rolled over, thinking about that day, precisely (not counting the hour)
seven days ago, that he had made the bet with James. Remus was there and had
witnessed the hand shaking ceremony. He groaned at the mere thought of St.
Valentines Day. They had already written the letter to Serevus Snape, their
Slytherin archenemy, from Krista Mackinaw, a harsh Slytherin, who was a prefect
and obviously thought she was above everybody, even James and Lily, who happened
to be Head Boy and Girl respectively, and even sometimes teachers too. They
were planning to 'borrow' Krista's owl and send it to him before breakfast.
He thought about all the girls who followed him around, all those in his
smaller-than-James's fan club.
James had it easier than Sirius over the past three years. James had a steady,
about to marry (sniggers from Sirius at the thought) girlfriend. His fan club
only hit on him when it appeared that Lily and James were not speaking, about
once every two months. But as always, true love prevailed. Neither James nor
Lily had ever been unfaithful to one another, partly because they knew hexes
and jinxes and curses well enough to make their lives miserable until the grave.
Sirius thought about how perfectly Lily and James were made for each other.
James had liked her ever since they met. His pride didn't allow him to admit
it and they hated each other for the best part of four years. Some how, Sirius
never managed to find out the real story as to how they got together, but in
his imagination, in his wee little minds eye, he pictured James's lips 'accidentally'
stumbling upon Lily's with fire works detonating from their wands…
Sirius had always had at least three girls surrounding him, jostling each other
jealously and trying in vain to attract Sirius' attention. It was true that
Sirius had liked Lily in first year, but quickly got over the juvenile crush.
He thought about the consequences that would plague him if it ever got out.
Sirius quickly thought the better of him being punished by James because it was
way before Lily and James's names were even mentioned in the same sentence without
the word 'hate' in it.
Sirius looked back at his pitiful, immature child self, so boyish and fun loving.
So buoyant. He sighed, it was only after getting a large amount of O.W.L's
that he realised that things would only get tougher.
He thought back to when he did his O.W.L's, he had got 12, along with James.
They prided themselves, privately, for becoming animagi, to become company for
their werewolf friend and fourth Maurauder, Remus Lupin.
Sirius looked through tiny gaps of curtains drawn as to not let any of the half-moon
light in. Tomorrow, their friend, Remus, would not be with them for over three
days. They were deeply mourned at that fact. There was no one besides Lily
to pull their toes into line before doing some stupid prank on Serevus Snape
or Holly Parkinson. Sirius winced at the thought of Holly. He sat up in bed,
letting his muscly arms fall onto his bare chest [sigh]. He thought of Holly,
a plump and alarming girl who had a tendency to panic every time there was any
sort of danger involved. She constantly broke down in Arithmancy class, and
in advanced potions where they a) had to use the restricted section books,
b)when they had to use highly potent or poisonous ingredients and c) whenever
some poor person walked within a foot of her cauldron. Sirius liked playing
tricks on Holly, she got extremely upset and almost always started crying,
which of course made Remus feel guilty. He soothed her and Sirius would often
make digs about how he liked her. Remus usually snatched his hands back, mortified,
like he had come too close to the fire.
Sirius rolled over, poking his head and hand out of the curtain to see what
time it was. He practically groaned with disappointment. It was still only
seventeen minutes past midnight. He thought about the grand plan they had to
make their mark. James and Lily had both agreed, even if it meant they had
to come in for detentions after school had finished for them. They had a spy
with Slytherin, who hated Snape almost as they did. Peter had flat out not
agreed to be any part of this what so ever, he might not even watch! He thought
contently 'this is going to be good!'
Their school-time aim was to play as many pranks as possible with or without
getting caught.
They had sneaked in and out of their dormitories under the security of the
invisibility cloak, but now they couldn't all fit. Peter was usually made to
transform into a rat (his animagi animal) and hide in Remus or Sirius's cloak.
James hated rats and Lily was scared of them, plus, Lily didn't like Peter.
James often asked why she didn't approve of Peter then she would say:
'It's probably just me, but there is this feeling about him, I can't put my finger
on it, but there's just something about him.'
James would sigh in reply, not satisfied with the vague answer, but he knew it
was the truth so he dropped the subject.
Sirius laughed softly at the thought of James' irritated face. He fell asleep,
finally, after twenty-six minutes of intensive remembrance.
*
'Five galleons please!' laughed James as they woke.
'No!'
'Yes!'
'You shook hands!'
'I'm not paying a knut!'
'So pay me 2465 knuts, then I'll be satisfied!'
'Nope, how do you know that 5 Galleons is 2465 knuts?'
'With great difficulty'
'Sure'
'I'm not in seventh year for nothing'
'Could have fooled me!'
'You prat!'
'Shut up Prongs'
'Okay Padfoot.'
'Sorry Prongs'
'Me too'
'Can I have my money now?'
'Later, when I get dressed'
'Thank you.'
*
Later that day, when James had his money and Sirius was wading in the lake there
was an announcement.
'All seventh years must be at the Great Hall for the St. Valentines Day Ball
one hour before with their partners or else they will be sorted into pairs.'
'Uh Oh!' said Sirius, deciding which one to take to the ball.
'Take the Ravenclaw prefect, you know, Jenny, isn't that the one you've been
mooning over for the last, how many years Lily?'
'Shut up Prongs…you prat! I have not liked Jenny, what her name, ever!' Sirius
declared melodramatically, kneeling on one, well, knee and then placing his hand
delicately onto his forehead.
'Sure, you know you do talk about her in your sleep.'
'How would you know?'
'I've been suffering from insomnia because of you!'
'Oh, sorry old mate.'
'Old? Aren't you older than I am?'
'Yeah, so call me older mate!' he said blasé.
'Okay older mate…who are you taking to the ball?'
'Don't know, who are you taking to the ball, oh yes, your girlfriend.' Sirius
said the word girlfriend quite conspicuously, James dug him in the ribs and
Sirius stopped his teasing.
'Well m'dears, must be off to find m'self a belle for the ball! Tata!' Sirius
said in a very fake accent. Lily giggled as he hopped and skipped his way into
the castle.
'What was he talking about before, then you dug him in the ribs?' asked Lily.
'Nothing…'
'Tell me or I won't go to the ball with you.'
'You have to go to the ball with me, Head Boy and Girl remember?'
'Oh, yes., well, I won't dance with you!'
'Suits me!' James chuckled.
'Okay, now seriously what was he on about?'
'Do you really want to know?'
'Yes.'
'Now?'
'Now'
'It won't be as romantic.'
'You don't have a romantic bone in your body!'
'How would you know?'
'Because you would have shown it by now.'
'Maybe I was saving myself for one romantic minute!'
'Well, you must have been saving for about ten years, out with it!'
'No'
'Pleeeeease?'
'Okay'
'Yay!'
'Only if you promise to say yes,'
'Yes'
'Not now!'
'I was agreeing!'
'Oh, alright then.'
James got down on one knee after fiddling a bit with Lily's hair.
He lookednervous as he reached deep into his robe pocket.
Lily felt nervous, could this be…?
James pulled out a small, elaborately decorated ring box, which was white with
all sorts of cream ribbon on it. It had a white, fresh Lily on top, sitting
proudly and majestically on the small ring box.
James looked at her pleadingly.
'Will you-' James coughed, as though he couldn't say the words.
'Will I what?'
'Marry me?'
Lily pulled him into a kiss before he could suffer any more.
'Yes,' she said breathlessly.
Dumbledores eyes twinkled as he left the window. He turned around, not watching
the two people fall onto the ground kissing each other so desperately, as though
they would die in any second if they left each other's arms.
