Title: Expecto Patronum
Author: AFairytalePrincess
Summary: Lily Evans has enjoyed her time at Hogwarts so far, but when her seventh year is just around the corner, can she make sure her last year is just as amazing? Especially when James Potter has other ideas.
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Author's Note:
Enjoy!:')
Chapter One: The Head Boy is…
Crap.
This is not happening. This is not happening to me.
I must have been some sort of idiot in my previous life.
WHY?
What have I ever done to the world?
…
I think I'll take a moment to explain the cause for my insanity at the moment. After having an awful and incredibly stressful morning running around the house, no one should expect me, Lily Caroline Evans to be in a good mood. Except for the fact that I was in a good mood. And I wasn't going to let anyone spoil it. Especially James freakin' Potter. This was going to be my last year at Hogwarts, the wonderful school of witchcraft and wizardry and not even Petunia was going to wipe the bright smile off my face.
Anyway, I've lost my train of thought. If anyone finds it, that would be great. Feel free to pop it into the lost and found at Kings Cross Station, along with my sanity. Oh yes, I remember. At exactly 9:50 we set off for the train station. Petunia grudgingly sat in the back with me, her bony hands gripping the side of the car, as far away from me as possible. I rolled my eyes and laughed. Even Petunia wasn't getting me mad. An accomplishment there in itself. After waving goodbye to my parents I dragged my trunk through the wall and stepped onto platform 9 ¾, excited to get back to school and discover who Head Boy was this year. I hoped it wasn't Severus Snape; I didn't want to have to wash my hair every three seconds of the day due to the grease rubbing off onto me. I didn't want it to be that arrogant toerag James Potter either. His head only just fits through the doors at Hogwarts. I'm not very good at explaining my life, am I? I've already failed to mention that I'm a witch. But if you didn't know that already, I doubt you'd bother reading my story. I really need to stop rambling on about something else. Anyway, after stepping onto the train and meeting Lucy and Maddie (my two best friends) in a compartment at the back of the train, I felt normal and glad to catch up with my friends.
We were talking about shoes, as you do, when a glint of gold caught my eye. I peered through the window to the compartment but the gold had already gone. And I really hoped it wasn't what I thought it was. One way to find out. I excused myself from Lucy and Maddie, after promising to tell them everything I was about to do. Slipping out of the compartment was easy enough but trailing the gold light was a different story. From the brief glimpse I caught, I guessed it was a Head Boy badge. Eager as I was, I wasn't sure about stalking some poor guy up and down the train until 1:00 for our meeting. Oh, did I mention I was Head Girl. Meh, it must have slipped my mind, but that's not important at the moment. The important thing was who I would have to work with for a whole year.
I mumbled the password quietly; I definitely didn't want the Marauders to barge into the Head's compartment where I was currently enjoying the peace and quiet. The soft bumps the train made were quiet relaxing as I sunk down onto the comfortable seat. With one last yawn, my eyes slowly drooped and before I knew it, the world went black.
My shoulders were shaking. Somebody was shaking me back and forth. Why? Why would they disturb me from my peaceful dream?
"Evans. Evans wake up." A voice drifted to my ears, it sounded familiar, but not a good familiar. Could it be..?
I woke up quickly, unsure of the voice I heard. In fact, I woke up too quickly and managed to bang my head on the window. Bleary eyed, I looked around the compartment and found myself face to face with James Potter.
My mouth began uncontrollably screaming and before I knew it a hand clamped over it, a voice hissing "Shush Evans. What's wrong with you?"
My eyes were open enough for me to glare at the boy pressing his hand up against my mouth. It seemed to work as his hands were promptly removed from my lips and he settled on leaning against the door. A triumphant smirk placed lightly on his face.
"What's up Evans? Surprised to see me?"
I simply glared in response. This prat James Potter was obviously being stupid... right? The words were out of my mouth before I could stop them.
"What sort of sick joke are you trying to play on me Potter? And how on earth did you get the head password?"
"Sick joke? As if I would do such a thing!" he exclaimed, doing quite a good job on looking shocked. And managing to ignore my question about the password. He simply raised his eyebrows, expecting me to answer.
"Oh, hahaha. You're hilarious Potter. Now seriously, why are you here? And can you please get out of the way, the head boy will be coming in soon and I don't want your arse to be the first thing he sees when he walks in." I followed my little rant with a glare. Glaring seemed to be working for me today, for he moved and plonked himself on the seat across from mine. I continued my glaring. Potter better leave soon, the continuous glaring would probably give me frown lines and I'd look eighty before I was twenty years old. I voiced my thoughts aloud to Potter, hoping this would somehow encourage him to leave me alone but alas, my attempts failed.
"Come on Evans. Stop scowling at me like that and let's get some work done."
My eyes narrowed. "Why would I be doing anything with you Potter?" I looked down at my watch. "Thanks Potter, you've made me late for my Prefects meeting." I stood up and marched past him, my head held high as I made my way into the compartment next door.
I slid into the compartment successfully; all the prefect didn't seem to notice my late arrival, well apart from Remus Lupin who had saved a seat for me. Remus is probably the nicest Marauder; I have no idea why he's friends with those nitwits. I'm surprised he hasn't tried to throw them into the giant lake yet, but I guess that's not something you do to people you have been friends with for 6 years.
I clapped my hands together and stood up at the front, ready to make an announcement. But before I could start, a pretty sixth former, whose name is irrelevant at the moment, stuck her hand up and asked where, and I quote 'the head boy is, he's apparently totally gorgeous.' I replied with a shrug, I only had Potter's company in the head's compartment; the real head boy must have forgotten or something. This didn't put him in my good books. And we weren't even at school yet! I continued with the meeting, outlining what they were supposed to do when we got to school, when our next meeting would be and who would be patrolling during the train journey and at what times. I had almost finished when Potter came in, a sheepish look etched upon his face. All heads in the compartment turned to face him as he stood next to me.
I turned to Remus and cocked an eyebrow questioningly but he wasn't looking, his eyes met Potter's and they both cracked up laughing. After a few seconds, the entire compartment, except me, was laughing uncontrollably at something I was pretty sure they had no idea about. Fed up with my eyebrows scrunching as I scowled at them, I dismissed the compartment. They left in a hurry, maybe my glaring actually worked.
The compartment was finally empty, apart from Potter. "Head girl really does suit you Evans. I'm sure I'll grow to love my head boy position as much as you do sooner or later."
And with that statement he left the compartment.
My mouth hung open in shock. Potter was head boy? Dumbledore was crazy but not this crazy!
My mind had a hard time processing all of this before I ended up on the floor. And my world went pitch black.
A/N:
I hope you liked it! Sorry about it being so short, I just wanted to see if anyone would read it. This is just the beginning. If anyone likes it, I will continue it. Please review! Thank you :')