Prologue: Something Wicked This Way Comes

Lily Evans knew what curses were—they were hell on earth, no way out, never-ending, and something you just learned to deal with because there was no other alternative. Hence, when James Potter said that he was just cursed with good looks, Lily had no choice but to hex him.

Honest Professor. No choice.

Yes she was aware that he sustained numerous warts, boils, and baldness. No, she was not willing to perform to counter-spell, is that all Professor? Yes, a month's worth of detention is more than reasonable. Thanks.

And…Professor? Madame Matron won't be able to bespell—? Of course. Thanks. Yes, I look forward to Monday's class too. Not favoritism at all.


Monday morning classes came bright and early, the sunlight falling in golden swaths through the open windows and the halls echoing with the laughter and shuffle of the students. The students besides the Gryffindor females, that was, who were at the moment under a large veil of mourning.

James Potter, resident heart throb and Quidditch star and captain, had been hexed by Lily Evans. He was currently sporting a rather large turban and face veil as the hospital staff had been unable to perform any counter curse and the perpetrator in question was currently entirely unrepentant, even going so far as to smirk at Potter as he passed.

Unconscionable. Something would have to be done.

Lily gave a shudder and pulled her cloak tighter against her form. There was a chill on the air today.

AN: Updates will be sporadic but I've a bit of fun planned for next chapter. Bear with me.