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Memoirs of a Teenage Redhead

Chapter One- Then it's a Date

"James Bloody Potter! Where are you?"

Many of the Gryffindor residents in the Gryffindor common room looked up, curious as to what James Potter, noted prankster, had done this time to make sixth year prefect, Lily Evans, scream bloody murder.

A slender sixteen-year-old girl with dark red hair that almost reached her elbows came tearing down the stairs of the Girls' Dormitories, her emerald green eyes flashing dangerously. As soon as she came into view, people began laughing into their hands or homework, trying to make it look less obvious. It didn't work.

"Where is he!" she snarled in the direction of a fellow sixth year prefect, Remus Lupin. Remus, who had light brown hair, pure blue eyes, and was one of James' best friends, grinned slightly and pointed to the corner farthest Lily.

"Thanks," she said quickly before storming over to two armchairs that were facing away from her. All she could see were the tops of two heads; one contained raven black hair that was styled perfectly to make girls melt and the other, a messy head of jet-black hair that looked as though the owner had just dismounted a broom.

"Potter!" Lily yelled, her fists clenched angrily by her sides. The boy with messy hair turned towards her with a slight grin.

"Yes, Lily dearest," he said in a sweet voice, hazel eyes sparkling behind his wire-rimmed glasses. Lily's eyes narrowed but her cheeks turned scarlet as she was suddenly aware of all the girls in the room. It was widely known that James was one of the most handsome, most talented and intelligent boys at Hogwarts. Nearly every girl would just love to get her hands on him. Many of them were extremely jealous of Lily, as she was the only girl James seemed interested in for something other than a snog session. However, Lily believed James to be arrogant, self-centered, and big-headed.

"Don't call me that," Lily snapped as Sirius also turned in his seat. Sirius Black was one of James' best friends and very much a lady's man. He was more wanted than James simply because he would kiss any decent looking girl in the vicinity.

"Lily, why ever are you so upset?" James asked innocently. Lily growled softly, her eyes glaring daggers at James.

"Take it off!" Lily ordered, pointing to her forehead. There, written in perfectly readable black ink, was the statement: I, Lily Evans, belong to James Potter. James smiled sweetly at her.

"You know, I don't think I will," he said slowly, enjoying the effect it was having on Lily. Her face burned even brighter and she clenched her hands by her sides.

"Potter, take it off before I hex your hair into last century!" Lily ordered, actual emerald and scarlet sparks flying from the ends of her hair. This seemed to bother James at least a bit.

"I like my hair," he whined," it's perfect!" Lily rolled her eyes. It was only then that she noticed her best friend, Evie Welson, blushing furiously and looking extremely nervous in an armchair by the fire.

"Evie, get over here," Lily demanded, waving her hand. Evie gulped, as if she were walking off the plank, stood up, and walked over to Lily.

"Yeah?" Evie was fidgeting, a sign that she was nervous. Lily turned to her, thought still keeping an eye on James and Sirius.

"You didn't happen to have anything to do with this, did you?" Lily asked, eyebrows raised.

"No."Evie glanced towards her left, a sign she was lying. Lily gave an exasperated sigh.

"Everyone is out to get me. That's it! You all just want me to crack! Well, you might as well book me a room at St. Mungo's because I am actually going mad," Lily said. James frowned and the room was deathly silent. Finally, James met Lily's eyes.

"All right! I'll take it off, but only if you go to Hogsmead with me next month," James told her. Lily grimaced, weighing the options. Date with James or his name tattooed on her forehead until however long it took her to get it off. Normally, she would have chosen the latter, simply because she was amazingly good at charms and could probably remove the mark within a few days. But she had a date with a particularly good-looking boy tomorrow!

"Fine, take it off!" Lily stared expectantly at him. However, for unknown reasons, James was frozen in place with his mouth hanging open. Lily frowned and waved her hand in front of his face.

"Hello? Potter! I said take it off!" When he didn't respond, Lily looked to Sirius. "What's up with him?"

"I think he's gone into shock because you agreed to go out with him," Sirius answered simply. Just then, he caught Miranda Velre's eye and winked at her. Her giggle was heard across the common room.

"Oh, I don't have time for this," muttered Lily. With that, she slapped James across the face. Or at least tried to slap him across the face. At the last moment, he grabbed her arm, pointed his wand at her forehead and muttered," Ercinio."

Lily stepped back as something resembling cold water ran across her forehead. Immediately she turned to Evie.

"Is it gone?" she asked anxiously. Evie grinned.

"Good as new!" she exclaimed. Lily looked up and said a silent prayer of thanks. Then James reached out and touched her shoulder.

"Lily, next Hogsmead weekend we will meet at noon in the entrance hall." With that, he and Sirius walked over and joined the rest of the Marauders, Lupin and a small boy named Peter Pettigrew.

"What have I gotten myself into?" Lily asked herself as lightning struck outside, illuminating the common room for a mere second. It was a question she didn't know the answer to.

A/N: Well, that's the first chapter. The second one will be up soon I hope. Please review and tell me what you think.