*Lily and James*
*The Power of Love*
(A/N I know the title's a little corny. Oh well! And I don't
put that disclaimer thingy on all my chapters. But just so
you don't sue me or anything, I didn't create Harry Potter.
So.why're you reading this! This isn't the story! Read it!)
Chapter One: Wicked Sister
"Get away from me, you stupid, terrible-" Petunia shrieked at her sister Lily.
"Petunia, you do not talk to your sister like that!" said Mrs. Evans, walking into the room.
"No, it's okay Mum, let her think what she wants!" Lily told her in a voice of forced-calm.
"Okay, here's some food for thought: you're a freak!" Petunia said shrilly.
"Petunia Evans!"
"Honestly, Mother-" Lily began.
"I hate her, and I hate you! I wish I'd never been born! I wish I didn't have a sister like.her!" Petunia spat. Lily glared at her sister and raced up the stairs. She wrenched her bedroom door open and flung herself onto her bed, stuffing her face into a pillow. What is her problem? Lily thought miserably. To her surprise, she felt a tear roll down her cheek. She quickly brushed it away, rubbing her eyes.
For six years, this had been going on. Ever since that fateful summer, when Lily had received her letter. It's definatley not jealousy, Lily thought bitterly. Her elder sister, Petunia had always had a very medival attitude toward magic, which had always been a problem for Lily, since she was a witch and had attended Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry for six years in a row. Only one month, Lily thought desperatley. One month untill my seventh year.
Lily sat up on her bed, gazing hopelessly out the window at the stars which twinkled back at her. She was reminded somewhat of her Headmaster Dumbledore, who's serene blue eyes never seemed to loose that mischievious twinkle. She grinned to herself, her mind momentarily focused on Hogwarts.
Her thoughts were interupted as a loud rapping sound came from her window. She tumbled off her bed in alarm, hitting the hard, wooden floor with a THUD. She sat up, rubbing her backside as three owls burst through the window. Her own owl-a snowy female-swooped down beside Lily on the floor. Lily untied a letter from her leg, looking it over. The owl-Gem- ruffled its feathers, apparently pleased with herself, then flew over to her cage and began drinking from her water bowl.
Lily tossed the letter aside and moved on to the next owl, a handsome tawny owl. She untited the letter and turned it over. On the front of the letter was the Hogwarts Crest. She tore it open. Two notes fell out, along with something shiny which hit the floor with a clanking sound. Lily stooped down to pick it up. It was a small, scarlet badge bearing the letters: H.G. Her heart pounded fast with excitement. She quickly picked up one of the letters, skimming it.
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore
Dear Miss Evans,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been selected as Head Girl of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Traditionally, the Head Girl and Boy(James Potter) are expected to plan events for the school, as well as patrolling the corridors from time to time, giving the prefects instructions, and assigning Hosmeade dates on the weekends. As one of the Heads, your job is to set a good example for all those in your house, as well as out of it.
A reminder: term starts on September first, where you should be at the Kings Cross Station for the boarding of the Hogwarts Express in platform nine and three-quarters at exactly eleven 'o clock. No exceptions. You will find a supply list and your Head Girl badge enclosed in this letter.
Minerva McGonagall, Deputy Headmistress
Lily's eyes widened. She re-read the letter over and over. Was all she could think about. She'd been waiting for this day since she had first gotten in to Hogwarts. But. . .
"Bloody Hell, who in their right mind would make James Potter Head Boy?" she said aloud. As James was a very well-known trouble maker, part of a group who called themselves the "Marauders", she had no clue how he could ever be Head Boy. Lily, on the other hand, studied hard, hardly ever got into trouble, and made good grades on all her O.W.L.s. She could see why she'd been made Head Girl. But James. . .
"Maybe they made some mistake in the letter or something," Lily told herself. "Yes, that'll be it." She almost laughed with relief. She picked up both her Hogwarts letters and her badge and placed them carefully on her bedside table, then opened the next letter from a regal-looking Eagle owl.
Dear Lily,
You got it, didn't you? The Head Girl badge? It said in the letter you were Head Girl, but I wanted to make sure. not that I had any doubts or anything. but did you see on your letter? I'm Head Boy! Me! James Potter! When I told my parents, Mum thought I was mad and Dad wrote a letter to the school, asking if they had the right person. Turns out they did. I'm just as surprised as you probably are. by the way, we're going into Diagon Alley in a couple of days, can you make it? Oh and there's something else. oh yeah! Mum and Dad say we're coming over to your house for dinner tomorrow. Apparently, your mum asked mine if we'd like to come over for dinner. well, anyway, see you then!
--James P
Lily's mouth hung open as she gaped at the letter. She gazed around at her horribly messy room. Spare parchment and quills littered the floor, along with empty bottles of ink, all her robes, her wand, and some school books. Quickly, she scooped up the mess, stuffed it into her trunk, and shoved it in her closet.
Lily thought. She shrugged. Just as she was about to climb into bed, her door flew open. Oh no. . .what's she want now? Petunia stood in the doorway, quivering with anger.
"Ever hear of knocking?" Lily asked coldly.
"Ever hear of shutting those stinking owls up?" Petunia whispered angrily.
"I can't stop the owls form coming!"
"So? Can't you tell them to be quiet or something?"
"No, I can't. Now get out of my room."
"You inconsiderate snob! Just because you're the all-mighty all- powerful Lily Evans doesn't mean you boss me around."
"Get out of here!"
"Freak!"
"Stupid!"
"Idiot!"
"Giraffe neck!" Lily had touched a nerve. Petunia rubbed her neck self-conciously, then slammed the door and walked off. Satisfied, Lily slid under the covers of her queen-sized bed and drifted off to sleep.
*The Power of Love*
(A/N I know the title's a little corny. Oh well! And I don't
put that disclaimer thingy on all my chapters. But just so
you don't sue me or anything, I didn't create Harry Potter.
So.why're you reading this! This isn't the story! Read it!)
Chapter One: Wicked Sister
"Get away from me, you stupid, terrible-" Petunia shrieked at her sister Lily.
"Petunia, you do not talk to your sister like that!" said Mrs. Evans, walking into the room.
"No, it's okay Mum, let her think what she wants!" Lily told her in a voice of forced-calm.
"Okay, here's some food for thought: you're a freak!" Petunia said shrilly.
"Petunia Evans!"
"Honestly, Mother-" Lily began.
"I hate her, and I hate you! I wish I'd never been born! I wish I didn't have a sister like.her!" Petunia spat. Lily glared at her sister and raced up the stairs. She wrenched her bedroom door open and flung herself onto her bed, stuffing her face into a pillow. What is her problem? Lily thought miserably. To her surprise, she felt a tear roll down her cheek. She quickly brushed it away, rubbing her eyes.
For six years, this had been going on. Ever since that fateful summer, when Lily had received her letter. It's definatley not jealousy, Lily thought bitterly. Her elder sister, Petunia had always had a very medival attitude toward magic, which had always been a problem for Lily, since she was a witch and had attended Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry for six years in a row. Only one month, Lily thought desperatley. One month untill my seventh year.
Lily sat up on her bed, gazing hopelessly out the window at the stars which twinkled back at her. She was reminded somewhat of her Headmaster Dumbledore, who's serene blue eyes never seemed to loose that mischievious twinkle. She grinned to herself, her mind momentarily focused on Hogwarts.
Her thoughts were interupted as a loud rapping sound came from her window. She tumbled off her bed in alarm, hitting the hard, wooden floor with a THUD. She sat up, rubbing her backside as three owls burst through the window. Her own owl-a snowy female-swooped down beside Lily on the floor. Lily untied a letter from her leg, looking it over. The owl-Gem- ruffled its feathers, apparently pleased with herself, then flew over to her cage and began drinking from her water bowl.
Lily tossed the letter aside and moved on to the next owl, a handsome tawny owl. She untited the letter and turned it over. On the front of the letter was the Hogwarts Crest. She tore it open. Two notes fell out, along with something shiny which hit the floor with a clanking sound. Lily stooped down to pick it up. It was a small, scarlet badge bearing the letters: H.G. Her heart pounded fast with excitement. She quickly picked up one of the letters, skimming it.
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore
Dear Miss Evans,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been selected as Head Girl of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Traditionally, the Head Girl and Boy(James Potter) are expected to plan events for the school, as well as patrolling the corridors from time to time, giving the prefects instructions, and assigning Hosmeade dates on the weekends. As one of the Heads, your job is to set a good example for all those in your house, as well as out of it.
A reminder: term starts on September first, where you should be at the Kings Cross Station for the boarding of the Hogwarts Express in platform nine and three-quarters at exactly eleven 'o clock. No exceptions. You will find a supply list and your Head Girl badge enclosed in this letter.
Minerva McGonagall, Deputy Headmistress
Lily's eyes widened. She re-read the letter over and over. Was all she could think about. She'd been waiting for this day since she had first gotten in to Hogwarts. But. . .
"Bloody Hell, who in their right mind would make James Potter Head Boy?" she said aloud. As James was a very well-known trouble maker, part of a group who called themselves the "Marauders", she had no clue how he could ever be Head Boy. Lily, on the other hand, studied hard, hardly ever got into trouble, and made good grades on all her O.W.L.s. She could see why she'd been made Head Girl. But James. . .
"Maybe they made some mistake in the letter or something," Lily told herself. "Yes, that'll be it." She almost laughed with relief. She picked up both her Hogwarts letters and her badge and placed them carefully on her bedside table, then opened the next letter from a regal-looking Eagle owl.
Dear Lily,
You got it, didn't you? The Head Girl badge? It said in the letter you were Head Girl, but I wanted to make sure. not that I had any doubts or anything. but did you see on your letter? I'm Head Boy! Me! James Potter! When I told my parents, Mum thought I was mad and Dad wrote a letter to the school, asking if they had the right person. Turns out they did. I'm just as surprised as you probably are. by the way, we're going into Diagon Alley in a couple of days, can you make it? Oh and there's something else. oh yeah! Mum and Dad say we're coming over to your house for dinner tomorrow. Apparently, your mum asked mine if we'd like to come over for dinner. well, anyway, see you then!
--James P
Lily's mouth hung open as she gaped at the letter. She gazed around at her horribly messy room. Spare parchment and quills littered the floor, along with empty bottles of ink, all her robes, her wand, and some school books. Quickly, she scooped up the mess, stuffed it into her trunk, and shoved it in her closet.
Lily thought. She shrugged. Just as she was about to climb into bed, her door flew open. Oh no. . .what's she want now? Petunia stood in the doorway, quivering with anger.
"Ever hear of knocking?" Lily asked coldly.
"Ever hear of shutting those stinking owls up?" Petunia whispered angrily.
"I can't stop the owls form coming!"
"So? Can't you tell them to be quiet or something?"
"No, I can't. Now get out of my room."
"You inconsiderate snob! Just because you're the all-mighty all- powerful Lily Evans doesn't mean you boss me around."
"Get out of here!"
"Freak!"
"Stupid!"
"Idiot!"
"Giraffe neck!" Lily had touched a nerve. Petunia rubbed her neck self-conciously, then slammed the door and walked off. Satisfied, Lily slid under the covers of her queen-sized bed and drifted off to sleep.