The
Extraordinary Things Author: rainbowfairy
Rating: M for explicit language and inappropriate thoughts of mine? Geck?
Disclaimer: All the Harry Potter characters you recognise belong to J.K Rowling. Yeah, you know that. Anywhos…Blah. I DON'T OWN THEM. BUT ALL THE ONES YOU DON'T RECOGNISE COME FROM MY IMAGINATION. OK? Good. Glad we got that cleared up.
Summary: Lust, Love, Regret, Consequence, Responsibility, Dare, Want and Need. That's all I'm going to say if you want to find out more. READ MY BLOODY STORY!
A/N: Excuse the crappiness because I have absolutely no grammatical concept and probably cannot produce a decent plot and if you are American or come from a country that spells like them DON'T FLAME ME ABOUT THE SPELLING AND crap, GO AUSSIE GO. Oh and also don't bother flaming me I won't absorb it anyway. Please be nice and I think I'm going to do what FEAngel258 did I'm only going to update if I get at least my lucky number 5 reviews other than my friends.
Chapter
1: Not So Distant Memoires ((IMPROVED! YES THAT'S RIGHT!))
It
was a bright yet dreaded morning once again at the beginning of what
would be Lily Evans's sixth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and
Wizardry.
Lily Evans was a muggle born witch and very talented at that. The summer holidays were over once again and a sixteen year old Lily was not so optimistic in starting her sixth year at Hogwarts. This was evident as the small bedroom she lay in, in her typical muggle house in a typical muggle neighbourhood had walls that were currently a deep almost navy blue that morning. That was because she dreaded something.
Lily had cast a special charm on her walls that made them change colour with her moods and it was a miracle she hadn't been caught for using this magic. Her parents hadn't noticed and neither did her muggle friends, which was good for a teenage, you could say, as a teen never really wants to express their moods fully.
Lily awoke startled by the sheer shrill of her alarm clock. She looked up and rubbed her dim lit emerald orbs as the sun streamed through her bedroom window. She was going to roll over, pull one of her fuchsia satin European pillows over her head and continue to sleep but she thought better of it and sat up and looked at her alarm.
"Crap" screamed suddenly realising that her clock was still on holiday time.
Her clock read 9:30am which meant she had to be on the Hogwarts Express in an hour and a half and to be out the door for an hour long drive to the station was a big ask for a typical teenage girl.
However, Lily didn't waste any time she was in and out of the shower and dressed as quickly as she could. She pulled on a pair tight hipster faded jeans with holes in the knees and a tight black singlet top covered by a baggy navy jumper. The outfit flattered her curvaceous figures without showing off too much. She then brushed her luscious deep red curly locks out of her face and into a high ponytail. Her hair was definitely her pride and joy and innumerable envied her for that fact. Make-up was never one of her necessities and she usually didn't waste time applying it no matter how much spare time she had. She was a pale exceptional beauty who possessed emblematic characteristics of an Irish goddess.
Anyway she wasn't in a mood to impress not after what happened at the end of last year and the general arrogant egotistical male bastard population that made up Hogwarts.
FLASHBACK
Lily
had her Transfiguration book sprawled on the huge mahogany table in
front of her.
The fifth year student was extremely drained as McGonagall had made the Marauders as well as Lily and her best friends Holly and Daphne write a metre long essay on how to transfigure organic waste matter into inexplicably random inanimate objects. This may sound completely ridiculous to some, but this was their punishment for mischievously jinxing a group of oblivious Slytherins while coming back from a Quidditch match.
Lily was also finding it hard to concentrate as her mind was lingering on other things concerning her recent situation with James Potter.
Just as she was drifting into another thought of James, Lily felt a pair of slender, tanned, muscular arms caress her creamy coloured neck.
Lily looked up cheekily and although she was in a state of emotional confusion she smiled sweetly at James.
"Jamesie, it's all your fault," Lily sulked sarcastically while leaving her other thoughts behind.
"Me! Of course it wasn't me, what are you talking about woman?" laughed James.
Lily looked at James longingly with her magnificent eyes sparkling magically. She couldn't bring herself to speak for a few moments as she revelled in the inclination she felt from James' presence. Suddenly she returned to her senses and looking down disappointedly she swiftly moved James's soothing arms away from around her body. "James, I can't do this," whispered Lily awkwardly.
"Why not? You know you can and you know you want to!" sang the little voice inside her head forcefully.
"Shit Lily! Why can't we? You know we want this! We've always wanted this!" yelled James in a frustrated manner.
"Look, James this is weird, ok? Plus I think we're rushing things! We could ruin our friendship!" spoke Lily suddenly more upset
"God Lily, you think I don't know that? Is that all you are thinking of? We might actually have something here. Don't you want to give us a try? Can't you risk something just this once? You want this. I want this. Why can't you just accept it? You don't have to make things more complicated." said James in frustration
"James, will you just lay off, ok? I don't want to deal with this shit right now!" Lily yelled evidently shaken by this.
James was silent. His cheeks were burning and his eyes were growing darker.
"You know what Lily? Have it your fucking way! If you don't want to deal with this 'shit', why should I even bother with you?" yelled James storming up the stairs towards his dorm.
Lily still recoiled from the memory of that night and she'd lose it every so often. However Lily tried not to let this get her down always, but she still didn't quite know why she had say those things to James that night.
Nevertheless Lily had no time to ponder on these things otherwise she would miss the Hogwarts express. She quickly grabbed her heavy trunk filled to the brim with new books for sixth year and other necessities for the coming year and headed for the staircase of her two storeyed home. Lily started to race downstairs but she carelessly bumped into her mother.
"Lily, dear are you ok?" replied Violet Evans with slight confusion in her voice.
"Mum, I'm kind of late," puffed Lily.
"Is it that time already?" laughed Violet
"Come on mum! This isn't funny! I'm going to miss the freaking train!" Lily whined
"Lily! There's no need to whine or say 'freaking' just go and say good bye to your father and Petunia."
"Whatever. Ok."
Lily found her father Patrick and sister Petunia munching waffles at the kitchen table. The rich aroma of fresh buttered pastry, berry jams and fresh cram filled the room and Lily's mouth had begun to water.
"Good morning sweet heart!" sang Patrick Evans cheerfully "Sleep well? Have a waffle."
Lily's face lightened and her delicate pink lips formed a sweet smile as she ran and wrapped her arms around her father.
"Good morning Daddy! I would love to have a waffle, but I'm late! Very late in fact!"
"That's no good, is it? Is it that time of year already? That's too bad sweet heart! Have a good year and write when you get to Hogwarts!" sighed Patrick slightly crushed as he leaned to kiss his beloved daughter.
"I will dad! Don't worry about me. I'll write when I get to school! Bye!" cooed Lily
Lily then turned to face her sister Petunia who was looking on at this emotional interaction with disgust. Petunia and Lily rarely got along. This was because the two girls were completely different physically and mentally characteristically. Physically Petunia wasn't a beauty as Lily was and she was lanky figured, had blonde limp straight hair and was horse faced while Lily was voluptuous, had long deep read luscious curls and her face was more heart shaped. Mentally, Lily was more academically concentrated and cared more about her studies and then how she looked, as opposed to her sister. Petunia was extremely self conscious, pompous yet extremely envious. Petunia didn't make her parents proud like Lily did. Petunia wasn't a witch like Lily was. Petunia's looks weren't admired as Lily's were. Petunia hated this all and hated Lily tremendously because of this.
Petunia was dressed in a fluro pink tube top which was several sizes too small in an attempt to accentuate her non-existent bust area and a denim mini skirt which was several inches too short. Her make-up was heavy and overly obvious and her hair was loosely done up in an alligator clip. She was obviously about to go out and meet a boy somewhere. Petunia's expression towards Lily was one of absolute disdain, but Lily was used to this.
"So freak, off to freaksville again?" Petunia spat in Lily's direction
"Can't you come up with something more original?" rebutted Lily drearily
"Can't you just leave already?" Petunia replied offendely
"Gladly. Good-bye Petunia don't get to many STIs"
Lily ran to kiss her father one more time who smiled through an unamused expression. He loved both his daughters but wished they wouldn't argue like that. Then Lily left the kitchen and bumped into her mother in the hallway.
"I tried to take your trunk to the car," Violet started "But it was much to heavy! What the hell have you got in here Lily dear?"
"Just my stuff mum!" replied Lily amused "I'm going to boarding school remember!"
"Yes dear but still! Help me carry this to the car won't you?"
Lily helped her mother carry her trunk to their car, a corvette. Then Lily and her mother got into the car and soon started speeding towards Kings Cross Station.
After and hour or so of travelling they arrived at the station just in time for the morning rush. Muggles and even some obviously characterised witches and wizards were all hurrying around trying to make their prospective trains.
"Bye mum," called and she kissed her mother on her cheek
"Have you got everything dear?" Violet replied teary "Do you need anything else? Do you need help with your trunk? Are you ok?"
"Mum! Don't be silly! I'm fine and I'm managing with my trunk! Don't worry about me I'll write as soon as I get to school."
"If you're sure Lily dear, I'd best be off! Have a good year and stay safe! Write to me when you get to school! I'm worried about you dear! I think times are changing!"
Lily steadied her trunk on a trolley and rushed over to the car and embraced her mother tightly. For some inexplicable reason, she felt that this was the last time she'd ever hug her mother.
Lily kissed her mother one more time, grabbed her trunk and disappeared off into the crowds of King Cross station. Her mother, watching her, disappeared off into the distance and Lily couldn't help feeling a bit teary but she shrugged that feeling off in an attempt to start this school year as positively as possible. She felt it was stupid thinking this about her mother anyway.
Lily was not feeling completely level headed though as she still had a million other thoughts in a calamitous storm within her mind.
What was going to happen this year?
How was she going to confront James?
Was everything really going to change?
Lily was unsure about all these things, but had now arrived at platform 9¾. She paused for a moment at the barrier, closing her eyes and clearing her head. Then in a burst of courage she ran through the barrier to find…
A/N: Well. This isn't my original Chapter 1 but it's an improvement in comparison to my first attempt two years ago, I'd like to think. This story isn't exactly brilliant, but I've tried…well maybe not, but merely think I have. It's 2:32am and I'm feeling highly insomniac and flu-ish, so don't blame me. I basically decided to re-write most of this because my first attempt was really shitty and I thought if this chapter was less crappy more people would read my story. My English has recently started to suck as well so maybe writing again will help fix that.
Constructive criticism is wanted. I like reviews also, (not just from my friends whom I force to review) so keep them coming if you want more of this! It boosts my self esteem. Yes I have low self esteem…OMGANGSTHATEDIE! …no not really. Even if you've read the old chapter one I'd really like you to read this improved one to tell me what you think.
Anyway, this is chapter 1 and I hoped you liked it… Actually, geckmehsplat to that all!
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