Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of J.K. Rowling's characters in any way. so sue me. Well, don't. I'm too poor! I also don't own You've Got Mail and it's plot.
Plot: This is based on You've got Mail, a story where two cyberspace buddies (boy and girl, of course) fall in love, even when they don't know each other's names. But in real life, they are actually total enemies who can't even stand each other at all. I put some stuff right out of the movie into this, but other stuff I just added. I hope you like it.
"Good morning, sunshine!" Bailey Ashley Hobbs leaned over the sleeping redhead.
"Drop dead, Hobbs," muttered the girl, annoyed. She made a fist and shook it sleepily at Bailey.
"Call me by my surname, will you?" Bailey threatened. "WAKE UP!" She yelled, and poured water on top of her head, the clear liquid streaming from the tip of her wand.
"Waaah! Aaaa!" Lily Evans yelled. "I'm awake!" She sat up in bed and glared at her laughing best friend. "Blimey, Bailey, what is with you this morning?"
"I just went for a run around the entire school!" Bailey said excitedly, her brown hair threatening to fall out of the messy bun. Blonde streaks were in it, and few wisps of hair dangled around her face. "I found a couple of more hidden passages, and…" She paused dramatically.
"…Well?" said Lily, waiting. Bailey always did this when she supposedly did something really awesome, and always wanted to torture everyone before she told him or her or their dog the "big secret."
"I found the kitchens!" She yelled happily, waking up the other girls in the Gryffindor dorm.
"What? The kitchens?" asked blue-eyed Madeline Basset, who was already drooling for food.
"Oh, cheese, Bailey, go back to bed," said a girl with wavy brown hair. Bailey turned to Virginia, the owner of the voice.
"What's wrong with waking you guys up early? This isn't early!" Bailey protested, shaking her blonde-streaked head. "It's only…" She glanced at the clock.
"5:30 A.M.?" Yelled Virginia unbelievingly. She slumped back onto her fluffy silk pillow.
"Bailey, as much as we love you like a sister," began a nice-sounding voice on a bed in the back. The girl leaning over had straight black hair and kind hazel eyes. It was Jennifer Potter, known to everyone as "Chen." She was the sister of James Potter, who was in the same year as her, though slightly older; as he was planned, but she was a surprise. "Don't act too much like one. Now, repeat after me. I, Bailey Ashley Hobbs, will...go...back…to...bed."
"Heck, no!" Bailey replied determinedly. "I'm not moving from this spot until somebody comes with me to go see the kitchens."
"I'll come with you, I'm starving," said Maddy, who was already putting on her great pink bear-claw slippers. She put on her blue dressing gown and quickly ran a brush through her blonde curls.
"Great!" grinned Bailey, her stormy grey eyes twinkling. "Lets go! Race you there!" With that she dashed out of the room, Maddy running behind her protesting, "But I don't even know where the kitchens are! That's not fair Bailey…"
Lily laughed while Virginia rolled her root-beer colored eyes. She turned over and almost immediately went back to sleep. Chen looked out at the window. There seemed to be some tapping sound.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
"Hey Lils, looks like you got some mail…" She said, glancing at the odd-colored purple owl bobbing up and down. In it's beak it had some parchment, which was addressed to "Irish." Lily grinned.
"Yes! Joey!" She sprang up from her bed and dashed to the window and shoved it open. Chen lay back down on her bed and closed her eyes, drifting off into a deep sleep. Lily took the owl known as Joey in with her and sat down on her bed.
Lily took the piece of parchment and stroked the purple bird while she read a letter from her long-time pen pal.
Irish—
Prongs is my stag. He loves the grounds of Hogwarts as much as I do. He likes to romp around with dogs and wolves and rats, which may seem uncommon, but this stag of mine is rare. I got him around 5th year. He is a great companion and always keeps me company. He was offered to be the companion of a very rich wizard, but I'd rather have my own companion than more money than I already have. So instead of going out and keeping old fogies company, he spends his time with his "special friends" that I mentioned earlier. Don't you love the start of a new school year? Makes me want to go learn something. Heck, I'd send you a bouquet of quills and textbooks if I knew your name. However, this not-knowing of each other has it's charms. Do you think we would have Charms together if we happen to be in the same year? Get it? Heh heh heh…
-Stag
Lily grinned at the writing on the parchment. She walked into the bathroom and started to reply to Stag's letter.
James Potter stepped side of the dorm and slowly descended the stone stairs. He had a weird dream last night, more of a nightmare, really. He had a nightmare that him and Lily were secretly pen pals and agreed to hook up. James snorted. Lily and James? As if! He hated the girl, and she hated him. It was what you might call a…"mutual hate", really.
Speak of the devil. There was a red-haired beauty with startlingly green eyes skipping down the staircase and whistling. She seemed in a good mood, unlike James, who was unnerved by that horrible nightmare. But James didn't want anything to get any worse, so in order to avoid communication, he strode quickly to the portrait hole and hopped out and sped down to breakfast before Evans could even think about who just ran by her.
He entered the Great Hall, running one hand through his already messy raven-colored hair. He adjusted his glasses and glanced around the room, looking for people he knew…certain people…like, say, Sirius. And there he was. James grinned and strolled up to his best friend, his comrade-in-arms, Sirius Black.
"Sirius! Mate!" He clapped Sirius on the shoulder with his hand and sat down beside the black-haired boy.
Sirius looked at him with his electrifying gray eyes and grinned. "James, my man," he greeted.
On the other side of James sat down a girl with dark brown hair and eyes the color of coffee on an early Sunday morning. She was a great beauty to look at, although you couldn't say that her personality was quite the same. Nenny Pennyflower was quite obnoxious at times, and was very self-absorbed. Behind James' back the rest of the Marauders called her "Nenny the ninny" as they did not like her one bit.
"Eat fast, you're going to be late," James told the brunette as she sat down.
Nenny gasped. "Oh, my gosh, you're right!"
Nenny quickly put ten of every item on her plate and started gobbling it up as fast as she could. "Sorry James I won't be able eat with you as much, as I'm late for yet another club meeting of mine…oh guess what?" she said rapidly in between mouthfuls. "Some friend of my Mom's died the other day, so that makes one less person I'm speaking to…hurry, hurry, hurry!" she urged herself as she downed her pumpkin juice. "Oh, by the way James," she said to him, "there's this party tonight that a bunch of my friends and I are holding in the Room of Requirement."
"And…?" James asked unthinkingly.
"Well, duh. You should come!" Nenny said as though this was the most obvious answer in the world.
"Do I have to?"
"Yes...please, please, please, oh please!" She begged, making kissy-lips at him. She started hugging him very tightly.
"Fine, FINE!" He gasped.
"Okay, well I have to go to my club meeting now," said Nenny, who hopped up from her seat. She heaved her black bag over her shoulder and tore out of the Great Hall in direction to what looked like the Room of Requirement. Sirius looked at her, delighted to see her leave.
"What's the club she's in again?" He asked James, who seemed to finally start eating. He shrugged.
"How the heck should I know?" he replied, stuffing his face.
"Well you should know, seeing as she's your girlfriend," stated Sirius, putting an extra emphasis on the girlfriend.
"Wha--?" said James, confused.
"James, she's a nut. Do you even love her?"
"What? Of course I love her. I…love Nenny! I love her! She makes…coffee nervous." James said, drinking his orange juice.
Sirius laughed. "That's true," he said grinning. "But do you love her?"
James didn't really know himself.
Down by the end of the table sat Lily among her friends, and her boyfriend Derrick Shrine. Derrick had brown spikey hair and blue eyes which could be complimentary for looks, but who says looks are everything? Most people thought Derrick was too obsessed with civilization and politics, and thought him quite obnoxious. So, for Lily and her loving heart, she fell for Derrick, and hard. They ended up dating for over a year.
"Look at this Lily!" He was saying to her, brandishing a Daily Prophet in front of her face. "Magic carpets banned! And it's all because of children! It's all the kid's fault! I say we rise up in rebellion on even letting the kids get on the stupid rugs in the first place! Man! I can't believe how stupid it is!" he raged. He glanced at Lily, who was staring at him with glazed eyes. "Lily? Lily? Lily? Lily? ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME? WELL? ANSWER!" He whacked her on the head with the newspaper.
"OUCH!" Yelled Lily, rubbing her head and wincing. "What was that for?" she glared at Derrick.
"I'm telling you, look at this article!"
"What silly children," said Lily, rolling her eyes. She didn't exactly agree with Derrick, he was quite weird at times. It's not the children's fault they liked the view so much, they wanted to touch it…She remembered when she was visiting Bailey over the summer and they went on the magic carpet for a ride once. Great view…better than a broom because it was definitely more comfortable.
"This'll be the end to wizarding civilization as we know it!" shouted Derrick. Some people on other tables turned around and glanced hesitantly at him. "What'll happen next? They ban Apparation? Flying? Who knows, we might have to use a muggle way of transportation!"
"But we do use the train on the way to Hogwarts…muggles also use trains," said Lily soothingly. "Don't worry, its fine!" she laughed and returned to her breakfast, rolling her eyes again.
James looked up to see a green owl flying towards him. "Joey!" He greeted enthusiastically, and walked out of the Great Hall so he could have some privacy.
Stag—Does that explain your pen name? But I can't explain mine to you, sorry. I could be Irish and I might just not. You may never know. I always like to start out my notes to you as if we're in the middle of a conversation. I pretend that we're the oldest and dearest friends as opposed to what we actually are, that we don't know each other's names, and met in some pen pal service where we both claimed to never have used before. However, after all those other disastrous pen pals I had very long ago, you, by far, are my favorite. "What will Stag say today?" I wonder. I look out my window, I wait impatiently as I see an owl approaching, I reach out, and my breath catches in my chest as I mumble those three little words to myself: "You've got mail." I hear nothing, not in the corridors of Hogwarts, just the beat of my own heart. I have mail. From you.
-Irish
James smiled. He whistled loudly and skipped for the rest of the day.
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