Welcome to the land of the crazies! were lollipops and daises dance around in tutus singing songs from Burlesque. This is gonna be another Harry Potter Fic and i hope that you like it. i like reviews. preferably ones that arent critizing my writing. i write what i like and no one can stop me. or you could tell me about a really good book thats free for a kindle, about your pet llama or about twilight harry potter dragons all that other good stuff. love twilightslittleangel... -BIG HUGS TO THOSE WHO POSITIVELY REVIEW!-

Lily Evans thought as herself as a damsel in distress usually. she knew that she wasn't, she almost never got into trouble being the nerd of Gryffindor and all. she was a quiet person who kept to herself and her one absolute best friend, Victoria. Being head girl in seventh year, she had enough homework to do and almost never had time to socialize and she didn't want to. she was unique in her own kind of way, keeping all her stress and other wants down underneath her. she was well aware one of these days she would snap, but until then she was content. walking to class she ran into Victoria who started blabbering about her day so far.

"hi lily, how are you! I hope you are good, because I am and guess what? this morning at breakfast Dumbledore had announced a ball for the six and seventh years. Awesomeness in a box, right?..." Victoria had a way to keep talking and talking. if you gave her the chance she would probably yell out to the world all of her deepest secrets. she never shut up. ever.

the only productive thing that Victoria had said was that Dumbledore was letting the six and seventh years have a ball soon. lily had never been to a ball because they usually were 'you had to have a date' or 'it is mandatory to go to the ball' and all things annoying. this one was rumored to be a masked ball by the way Victoria said it. she wouldn't need to have a date...but would her inner self let her go to this ball? soon her conscience and her mind started battling each other as she started on her Defense Against the Dark Arts notes.

later that day, Victoria came over to bug lily again. this was typical, she almost always bugged her while she was doing her homework during supper. either she would braid her long, red locks or she would poke her. she was the most annoying person on this half of the planet. soon, she flipped at Victoria and started the plans for the dress shopping. Victoria was blabbing about a place she could go to get custom costumes for the masquerade, while lily's gaze drifted away. it drifted toward the boy with the jet black, messy hair and the wonderful green eyes every one got lost in. James Potter. he was out of her league and she didn't want someone that was stuck up, not able to do his own homework, and fulfill more obligations to group he belonged to instead of his girlfriend, if he had one at the moment. everyone wanted to date James, and if you didn't you were considered weird and unnatural. lily had gotten used to that name.

the next week was considered uneventful, Victoria and herself planned fun things to do, she was kicked out of ancient runes because she knew them all and was at the top. she had a free block and so she was going to use it wisely, going to the library to look up some muggle fairy tales, to plan what she was going to be for the masked ball. meandering throughout the library was like second nature to lily, she had spent so much time in there. most of the books had been touched by her, so when she got to the muggle fiction, she realized she never had as reason to be here before. this was all different to her. cautiously she looked at the spines of the books, looking for one that seemed interesting. the most odd one she found was a small, ripped and torn one that read 'Grimm Fairy Tales' by the Grimm brothers. forgetting the title she started laughing mentally at the last name of the authors. Grimm was a funny muggle last name, like 'Bush' or 'Washington' was. lily walked over to her reserved chair she had in the library to read the first few pages.

she opened the book only to find a table of contents. she looked through the titles of the short stories. there was a few odd ones, like 'The Water of Life' and 'Hansel and Gretel'. this didn't surprise lily, she knew that her muggle family had some odd names for things. Especially for book titles, some of them were called odd names, like Mrs. Frisby and the Rats of Nihm. she never had understood that book. or why it had its title. she told herself to close it and started reading.

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There once lived a man and a woman who always wished for a child, but could not have one. These people had a little window at the back of their house from which a splendid garden could be seen. The garden was full of the most beautiful flowers and herbs. It was, however, surrounded by a high wall, and no one dared to go into it because it belonged to an witch, who had great power and was feared by all the world.

One day the woman was standing by the window and looking down into the garden, when she saw a bed which was planted with the most tasty rapunzel. It looked so fresh and green that she longed for it and had the greatest desire to eat some. This desire increased every day. The woman knew that she could not get any of it and grew more pale and miserable each day.

Her husband was worried about her and asked "What is wrong my dear?"

"Ah," she replied, "if I can't eat some of the rapunzel from the garden behind our house I think I shall die."

The man, who loved her, thought, "Sooner than let my lovely wife die, I will bring her some of the rapunzel myself, no matter what the cost."

In the twilight of the evening, he climbed over the wall into the garden of the witch, hastily grabbed a handful of rapunzel and took it to his wife. She at once made herself a salad and ate it happily. She, however, liked it so much - so very much, that the next day she longed for it three times as much as before. If he was to have any rest, her husband must once more descend into the garden. In the gloom of evening, therefore, he set out again; but when he had climbed over the wall he was terribly afraid, for he saw the witch standing before him.

"How dare you," she said with angry look, "sneak into my garden and steal my rapunzel like a thief? You shall suffer for this!"

"Ah," the frightened husband answered, "please have mercy, I had to have the rapunzel. My wife saw it from the window and felt such a longing for it that she would have died if she had not got some to eat."

Then the witch allowed her anger to be softened, and said to him, "If this is true, I will allow you to take as much as you like, only I make one condition. You must give me the baby daughter your wife will bring into the world; she shall be well treated, and I will care for it like a mother." The man in his fear consented and when the baby was born the witch appeared at once, gave the child the name of Rapunzel and took the baby away with her.

Rapunzel grew into the most beautiful child beneath the sun. When she was twelve years old, the witch shut her into a tower, which lay in a forest. The tower had no stairs or doors, but only a little window at the very top. When the witch wanted to go in, she stood beneath the window and cried,

"Rapunzel, Rapunzel,

Let down your hair."

Rapunzel had magnificent long hair, fine as spun gold, and when she heard the voice of the witch she wound her braids round one of the hooks of the window, and then the hair fell down the side of the tower and the witch climbed up by it.

After a year or two, it came to pass that the Prince rode through the forest and went by the tower. He heard a song which was so lovely that he stood still and listened. This was Rapunzel who in her loneliness passed her time singing. The Prince wanted to climb up to her, and looked for the door of the tower, but none was to be found. He rode home, but the singing had so deeply touched his heart, that every day he went out into the forest and listened to it.

Once when he was standing behind a tree listening to Rapunzel song, he saw the witch come and heard how she cried,

"Rapunzel, Rapunzel,

Let down your hair."

Then Rapunzel let down the braids of her hair, and the witch climbed up to her.

"If that is the ladder by which one mounts, I will for once try my fortune," thought the Prince and the next day when it began to grow dark, he went to the tower and cried,

"Rapunzel, Rapunzel,

Let down your hair."

Immediately the hair fell down and the Prince climbed up.

At first Rapunzel was terribly frightened when a man such as her eyes had never seen, came to her; but the Prince began to talk to her quite like a friend and told her that his heart had been so stirred by her singing that it had let him have no rest. Then Rapunzel lost her fear, and when he asked her if she would take him for her husband - and she saw that he was kind and handsome, she said yes, and laid her hand in his.

She said, "I will willingly go away with you, but I do not know how to get down. Bring a bit of silk with you every time you come and I will weave a ladder with it. When that is ready I will climb down and we shall escape together." They agreed that until that time he should come to her every evening, for the old woman came by day.

The witch knew nothing of this, until once Rapunzel said in her distraction, "Oh my, you are so much heavier when you climb than the young Prince."

"Ah! you wicked child," cried the witch "What do I hear thee say! I thought I had separated you from all the world but you have deceived me."

In her anger she clutched Rapunzel beautiful hair, seized a pair of scissors - and snip, snap - cut it all off. Rapunzel lovely braids lay on the ground but the witch was not through. She was so angry that she took poor Rapunzel into a desert where she had to live in great grief and misery.

The witch rushed back to the tower and fastened the braids of hair which she had cut off, to the hook of the window, and when the Prince came and cried,

"Rapunzel, Rapunzel,

Let down your hair,"

she let the hair down. The Prince climbed to the window, but he did not find his dearest Rapunzel above, but the witch, who gazed at him with a wicked and venomous look.

"Aha!" she cried mockingly, "You've come for Rapunzel but the beautiful bird sits no longer singing in the nest; the cat has got it and will scratch out your eyes as well. Rapunzel is banished and you will never see her again!"

The Prince was beside himself and in his despair he fell down from the tower. He escaped with his life, but the thorns into which he fell pierced his eyes. Then he wandered quite blind about the forest, ate nothing but roots and berries and did nothing but weep over the loss of his dearest Rapunzel.

In this way, the Prince roamed in misery for some months and at length came to the desert where the witch had banished Rapunzel. He heard a voice singing and it seemed so familiar to him that he went towards it. When he approached, Rapunzel knew him and fell into his arms and wept.

Two of her tears fell on his eyes and the Prince could see again. He led her to his kingdom where he was joyfully received, and they lived for a long time afterwards, happy and contented.

This story gave lily an idea. she could be rapunzel for the masked ball. she paraded down the hall to start working on her dress designs, Victoria and herself were going to stitch the dresses themselves instead of going to hogshead to buy an over expensive one. this was going to be the best masked ball she would ever go to, and the only one. she thought of jams as her date for the dance and sighed dreamily, then coming back to reality and slapping herself mentally for falling for such a bottom feeder.