Unfortunately, I do not own Harry Potter or any of these characters other than Marcel, Penny, and Heather. It all is JK Rowling's.
Preface:
POV: Lily Evans
Had I ever dreamed I would end up this way? No, no I had not.
If I had, maybe I would have changed my behavior those years previous, been kinder, more understanding, but I guess you can't change the past.
But now, as I look at the one boy I had ever loved I had to decide between now or never. The choice was a tough one, one of life or death. I looked at him with terrified and shocked eyes. I stepped out, heading straight into the line of fire, ready to protect, ready to die. Could this really be the end of our short lives?
I saw his face change from fright to rage when he saw me step out. I heard him yell something to me, but I didn't listen, I only focused on recalling all the spells I had ever learned, prepared to fire any one of them at the enemy.
He ran up to me, his eyes burning with pain and passion as he pulled me into a kiss, one of sweet and sour, sweet for the swooping feeling in the pit of my stomach, but sour feeling it would be the last. He pushed me to the side and I staggered back in shock as I heard the fearful words shouted with the wand pointed at him.
I screamed and he fell back, not quite ready for the end.
Chapter 1: The Beginning
POV: James Potter
I looked at my mum and she beamed at me, looking at my Head Boy badge pinned to my casual clothes.
"Have an excellent year," she said, kissing the top of my head and then trying to flatten it down, which, as usual, didn't work. She sighed and then waved to me as I began walking away.
"Thanks, Mum. Bye Dad," I called out to my dad and then took my trunk and owl onto the train, heading for the Heads' compartment. I was ecstatic because Sirius had told me that Lily Evans had been made Head Girl. He followed me onto the train and headed further down the train to find Remus and Peter. When I entered the compartment, I saw Lily, the girl of my dreams, whose beautiful emerald green eyes were staring out the window, was. She turned as I closed the door and her jaw dropped.
"Potter?" She asked, as if I had taken a polyjuice potion to disguise myself as, well, myself.
"Yes?" I answered.
"You do realize that this is the Heads' compartment. You have to stay somewhere else," she told me, turning her beautiful head back to look out the window.
"Well, Evans, for your information, I happen to be Head Boy this year," I said as I pulled my things into the compartment.
I saw her head slowly turn, her eyes wide as she stared.
"You cannot be serious," she said.
"Actually, I am," I told her, sitting down opposite of her and pointing at my badge.
She rolled her eyes and continued staring out the window. Eventually, the train began moving and we were off to Hogwarts. We sat in an awkward silence for a while until I decided to leave to go find my friends.
"I'm leaving. See you later," I told her.
I opened the compartment door and waited for a response, but didn't hear any, so I left and walked until, towards the end of the train, I found my three friends in a compartment laughing.
"Oi, Prongs, how was it?" Sirius asked when I entered.
"Torture. She didn't say a thing and I didn't say anything, scared that if I did then she would blow up at me. But at least she didn't start an argument over nothing…" I replied.
"Sorry, mate. You should hang out with us for the remainder of the trip," Sirius said.
"I think I just might," I replied.
POV: Lily Evans
Potter as Head Boy? POTTER?! Was Dumbledore completely insane?! Yes, yes he is, I've decided.
I was extremely relieved when he left me alone to find his friends; even if they got into trouble, at least he wasn't near me. It had been an uncomfortable silence with James in here and now that he was gone, I could stare out the window without feeling tense with his gaze on my back. I sighed and continued staring out as the pastures flew by.
The trolley lady came and I bought some sweets. After that, I began thinking about James and wondered what about me he found so intriguing: the fact that I fight about everything he says, or the fact that I was easy to tease. Whichever one it was, it bothered me. Ever since our first year here, he had teased and bothered me, joking around about asking me out all the time and making me blow up at him. I don't understand why, but I was like a game to him: someone to make fun of, someone to tease, someone to constantly bother.
I contemplated this while the world rushed past me. When the lamps came on, I decided to change into my school robes and then read a muggle book until we approached the station.
POV: James Potter
We finally approached the station in Hogsmeade. When we got off, I saw Hagrid calling the first years over and noticed some of the prefects helping, so I decided to help, too.
"Wow, James," Remus said, "I'm impressed you are actually making an effort."
I just shrugged and grinned as we continued.
Once we had made sure everyone was where they were supposed to be, I hopped onto a horseless carriage behind Remus. When I sat down, I immediately stiffened, seeing Lily sitting right next to me.
Lily looked at me with her brilliant green eyes narrowed and then turned to stare out the window again as it began to rain.
I looked at Remus, my eyes questioning her response, and he shrugged, smiling sympathetically as if to say "sorry she hates you so much, mate."
It was a long ride of silence until we arrived at the school, rain pounding the roof.
Remus opened the carriage door and sprinted out. I followed, but held it open for Lily, trying to be a gentleman. She came dashing out after me and she reached for the door to close it, but the rain making it hard to see, she didn't see me and grabbed my hands, which immediately slipped off the door and I stumbled forward, closing the door as I did so.
"Oh," Lily started when she realized I was there. I was able to regain my balance quickly and she was squinting, trying to see me. "I'm so sorry. I didn't see you there," she told me.
I felt my heart melt; she had spoken to me, apologized to me.
"No problem," I said, grinning.
The corners of her mouth began turning up as if to smile, but she kept her expression neutral for the most part as she ran towards the front doors while I followed closely behind.
Under the cover of the roof once more, I shook my head to clear it of water and noticed Lily beside me, wringing out her own gorgeous red hair.
"Some rain, huh?" I asked her, trying to make small talk.
She shrugged and nodded, walking into the Great Hall, her soaked robes dragging behind her.
I took long strides and caught up to her quickly.
"Lily, you should get out of those robes. You could catch a cold being in a cold room with wet clothes," I told her, concerned for her well-being.
She looked confused at my words and just walked off without saying anything to where her roommates were sitting.
I watched her, wishing I could too join, but instead going to sit by Sirius, Remus, and Peter who had waved me over.
POV: Lily Evans
As I sat down next to my roommates, Penny and Marcel, the first years came in with Professor McGonagall and the Sorting began. I whispered a quick hi and they replied, but we were silent until after the sorting finished and Professor Dumbledore said a few start of the term notices and then the feast began.
"So, Head Girl, huh?" Marcel asked. "Big surprise there," she said sarcastically, her grin still in tact.
"Yeah, I was pretty ecstatic," I told her.
"But…um…isn't Head Boy…James?" Marcel asked me.
Even though Marcel and Penny were best friends, closer than anything, Marcel still knew how I felt about him.
"Yes," I sighed. "But we only have to be together during patrols, so it shouldn't be too bad."
"True, true. So he's still hopelessly in love with you?" Marcel asked me, teasingly.
I sighed once more. "Marce, you know he only does it as a joke and a tease and it is really getting on my nerves. I don't understand why Dumbledore appointed him as Head Boy. All he and his friends do, other than Remus of course, is break the rules," I told my roommates before eating some fruit.
"Yeah, I don't understand either," Penny said to me.
"So where's Heather?" I asked them, referring to Heather Moon, our other roommate.
"I don't know. I haven't seen her at all," Marcel said, her eyebrows furrowed.
"Neither have I," Penny replied, her dark brown eyes sweeping down the Gryffindor table looking for her.
"That's strange," I told them. Even though Heather and I weren't best friends or good friends, it was nice to have someone to sit with at lunch and partner up with during classes when Penny and Marcel were huddled together discussing something or partners during every paired activity. Heather was real odd and neither of us really had 'best friends.' Mine used to be Severus Snape, until fifth year, and Heather had just been content without any close friends.
We continued to eat, thinking of reasons we couldn't find Heather.
"Maybe she's in the library," Marcel suggested, her ditsy side coming out.
"Mar, it's the first day of school, for heaven sake, why would she be in the library and not at the feast? Plus, are we even allowed in the library during the start of term feast? I think not," Penny said, lightly hitting Marcel on the head.
"Good point."
"Maybe she missed the train," I offered.
"That could be possible…She hasn't ever been very punctual," Penny nodded in agreement.
But it still bothered us that she hadn't showed up by the end of the feast and as we walked upstairs to our common room, Marcel and Penny in the back of a large mob of first years and me leading the way, directing the new Gryffindor's to our common room.
POV: James Potter
I saw Lily's worried look as we told the first years where their dormitories were and it bothered me, a lot, so after we observed them heading off, making sure they went into the correct direction, I approached her, trying to be friendly and trying to show her how much I had changed.
"Hey, Lily," I said cautiously.
"What?" Lily snapped, but I could tell it wasn't me she was snapping at…well, I could at least hope.
"What's up?" I asked her, trying to lighten the mood a little.
"Nothing," she sighed, looking upset.
"You look a little sad," I stated the obvious.
"Oh, do I?" she asked, snappy once again.
"Yes, yes you do," I said, beginning to feel a little hurt. Here I was, trying to help her out like a friend would and she's just being a jerk.
"I'm sorry, its just—" then she paused as if debating whether or not to tell me, someone who she has hated for so many years.
I smiled a little. "Go on," I urged her.
"Well," she said, biting her lower lip, which I gazed at for a while before drawing my attention back to what she was saying, "and I haven't seen her at all."
I realized I missed the first half. "I'm sorry, haven't seen who?"
Lily sighed, frustrated. "Weren't you listening? You want me to tell you why I'm feeling sad and then you don't listen? Typical," she said, walking away to the girls' staircase.
"No, wait, Lily, I'm sorry. Please, just tell me who. I just didn't here that part, that's all," I said, grabbing her wrist, which she didn't immediately yank away, although she did once she began speaking.
"Heather," she said and then answering my confused look, "Moon."
"Oh. No I guess I haven't seen her either," I replied.
"So you see? Why isn't she here?" she asked, more to herself than to me, but I took liberty of answering anyway.
"Maybe she didn't want to come this year. You know we aren't required to," I told her.
She shrugged. "But she hasn't written to either Marcel, Penny, or me this summer and I would expect her to at least tell us if she wasn't coming," Lily told me.
"Listen, if she isn't back by the end of this week, ask Dumbledore. He'll know why she isn't here."
She nodded and my eyes widened realizing that she was accepting my assistance.
"Lily, do you realize we have just had an actual conversation? No fighting or yelling or anything? Just words?" I asked her.
She nodded a little and shrugged. "Yeah, I guess we just did." And she turned around and walked up the stairs, but as she did turned, I noticed her expression still looked worried.
I grinned. "I missed you, Lily," I said quietly to her when I knew she was already in her dormitory.
I went into my own dormitory and got into bed, falling asleep almost instantly and dreaming of, of course, Lily Evans.
My first story, my first chapter. Eh, I tried
Sorry if it was bad
-Mai
