The Internet Saves The Day

When James Potter discovered a piece of muggle technology called, "The Internet," he never expected to see such a wealth of relationship advice at his fingertips. Maybe there's something in that big world of knowledge that could help him win over the girl of his dreams, Lily Evans? Modern day Marauders. JPxLE obviously.

A/N: Hello interwebs! Just another story I started, because I obviously don't have enough on my plate with all of the other 30 stories I've started… I get to them all… eventually. Hope you enjoy this one? The idea just sort of popped into my brain while taking online quizzes with a friend.

Hope you enjoy!


"Come on James!" Sirius called, bursting into the room that he shared with the rest of the boys in his year. "It's a beautiful day! Stop wasting time and come play Quiditch or something." He flung open the curtains, and James wailed, covering his head with the blanket next to him.

"Turn the light off!" He yelled, as if even the idea of sunlight could burn a hole straight through him.

Sirius walked over, ripping the blanket from James' head. "No! The match against Ravenclaw is in a week, and I want to win, so I suggest getting off your rear to practice! It's a beautiful day, now let's go fly."

"No!" James said, taking the blanket back once again, and crouching over the object on his lap. "Look, now because of the sun there's a glare on this thing. How do you expect me to see anything?"

"There's a lot to see outside, now come on!" Sirius said, before realizing that he'd never seen the strange object on James' lap before. "Wait, what do you mean, glare? What's a glare? Is it contagious? And what's so important you could spend all day on that instead of going outside? What does it do?"

"It's called a laptop!" James said enthusiastically. "Now shut the curtains and I'll tell you about it." This time, Sirius did as James asked.

"Now," Sirius began, "Tell me all about this 'laptop' thingy."

"Well, as you know I may or may not have a small crush on one, Lily Evans,"

"James the whole bloody school knows about that, and it's less than small."

"Shh! I'm telling a story! Now, I figured since she's a muggleborn, it might do me good to ask around to some other people to find out more about muggles. Apparently, they create things to make up for the fact that they don't have magic. One such invention is the laptop, wifi, and the internet."

"Internet?"

"Internet. See, it kind of seems like magic to me, but everything you could ever want to know about anything is on this laptop through the internet. See? So anyways, someone told me about this and I just fell in love with the idea, and knew I had to get one myself, because Muggle or not it's a fantastic invention. So I pulled some strings, and got this, and something to create this thing called wifi, so that I could get internet here! And voila. I've been messing with it all day. It came this morning."

"So that's what that package was!"

"Exactly. The person who told me about it in the first place, Marge, you know her, right? Yeah, she helped me with it at first. I started out using this thing called 'Internet Explorer,' but apparently that sucks a lot, so I switched to something called 'chrome,' but I was using a search engine called 'bing' but then I found out that it was absolutely nothing compared to google and—"

"Listen mate, no offense, but I really have no idea what you're on about… sorry. You lost me at Internet Explorer."

"Oh."

"That sounds really cool, I have to admit, but… well… Quidditch!"

"I might come down and play later, but for now I'm going to do a bit of research on some things."

James sunk back into his bed, placing his beloved laptop back on his lap where it belongs. James knew, right then, he'd made a new lifetime soul mate.

Hmm. What could the internet be useful for? He went to onto google, and typed in the phrase "does the girl of my dreams like me?" Wow! So many results! He clicked on the second one. It was a survey from something called, "quibblo." James took a moment to wonder exactly what a quibblo was, and whether or not it was contagious.

Lets see, Question 1, does she find excuses to talk to you? Yes or no. Hmm… She finds every excuse possible to insult him. Does that count as yes? James decided that yes, insulting him constantly was a sign that she liked him, and clicked yes.

Question 2, when she talks to you, does she twirl her hair and say your name a lot? Yes or no. This was more difficult. Potter is his name, and she says that all the time, but it isn't his first name, which James gathered was what the question meant… as for the hair, well, lets just say that when he's talking to Lily Evans, the hair isn't normally the first thing he looks at.

Normally just… you know… her... eyes… yeah… James sighed, and clicked the no button.

Question 3, sometimes in class, does she take off her sandle and rub your leg with her feet? Yes or no. Wow. James didn't quite no what he'd even do if that situation did arise. He checked no with a sigh. These questions were awfully specific.

Question 4, does she take your phone while texting and read your texts to other girls. Yes or no. Phones? Texts? James assumed they had something to do with the crazy muggle world, and checked no. Also a very specific question.

Question 5, does she talk to her friends and smile and they all point at you and giggle and stuff. Yes or no. She laughs at James with her friends all the time! Typically while he's doing something stupid. James smiled, and checked yes.

Question 6, how long is this quiz anyways? does her best friend give you advice on how to talk to her and stuff? James checked yes again with a grin. Her friends seem to like him okay… ish… most of the advice ends up being, "stop looking at her like she's a piece of meat and have a real conversation that's not about Quidditch," but it counts, right?

Question 7, do you have long phone conversations with her? Yes or no. There they go with the phones again. Actually, come to think of it, James did remember using a phone once to try and contact Lily over the summer. It was really odd, and Lily got mad at him for screaming into his ear. How else was she supposed to hear him from that far away? That conversation didn't last long at all. James sighed, and clicked no.

Question 8, does she always want you to tell her you think she's beautiful? Yes or no. Not really, although he says it to her all the time anyways. She always hates it though. I guess for some reason she never thinks he's serious. James let out one last huge sigh, clicked no, and waited for his results.

There's a 20% chance she likes you back. Sorry, but she's really not that into you.

20 percent chance? Yes! That means he and Lily are as good as married… well, maybe not quite, but it means that at least he has some chance, right?!

James jumped slammed his laptop shut and raced out to find Sirius, all the way thinking about how much he loved the Internet.

Suddenly, James got a thought… maybe, if the internet could tell him whether or not Lily liked him, it could also give him tips on how to win her heart!

James' day suddenly got a whole lot brighter.


A/N: And there we have it! It's a pretty short chapter, but it's just a test run. Send me a review and let me know if I should continue it or not!

Much thanks,

-Awesomegirl13