Hey, I'm Elyssa and this is my story, Loving The Little Things. I started
this story on the Harry Potter message boards, and yeah. I plan on
continuing it there, but some people have a problem with the whole bunch of
talking that goes on there.
Other people said it was hard to keep up. So, since I'm too lazy to make a site for it, I decided to post it on here.
I'll sometimes ask you to download songs to set the mood, so ... Yeah. Do it. LoL.
On with the story then, huh? LoL.
~ Elyssa
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- Hocus Pocus -
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I woke up, sweat falling down the side of my face. I could have sworn that someone had been watching me sleep.
It was only three in the morning, and the entire house was quiet. I quietly snuck out of bed, and over to my bedroom window.
Nothing was there.
I had been having horrible dreams for weeks now. Always the same thing.
I'd be running up the stairs in a house I didn't recognize. Then I'd always rush into a nursery, to take a baby out of its crib. Then I'd make for the door again. But then there was a blinding flash of green light.
Then I'd wake up, drenched in sweat.
Someone was making me have these horrible nightmares, and I knew it. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure it out.
"Hmm." I said, stepping away from the window.
The dream was confusing at first, only because I didn't look like that now. My hair wasn't past my shoulders, and it definitely wasn't straight. My hair was dark red, like the color of blood. My hair was graced with angel curls, or so my father said. I had also been blessed with my mother's emerald green eyes.
My mother was no longer with us, of course. She'd died giving birth to her second child. Me.
I thought about the dream again for a minute. It looked real and convincing. It was enough to make any seventeen year old nervous.
Maybe I was just over reacting. But a girl could never be so sure. I sighed, sitting back down on my bed. I'd have time to sweat over it at a decent time in the morning.
I pulled the covers up to my shoulders, and felt into a light sleep.
Seven o' clock soon arrived. It was August thirtieth. I'd be going back to school tomorrow. I wasn't like my father, or my sister. I happened to be a muggle-born witch.
You know. A witch. Someone who stirs a brew in a large black pot. Yeah, one of those.
I quickly hopped out of bed. Today I'd be going to the Alley to get my school supplies. A list of books, ingredients for potions, among many other things had already been sent to me two weeks before.
"Lillian!" My father called. He didn't like calling me Lily. "Are you ready for the trip into the city?"
"Almost!" I called to him. I pulled on a pair of shorts, and a white t- shirt. I rolled my Hogwarts robes up in a ball, and carried them down the stairs. "Is Petunia coming?" I asked, as my father ushered me out of the door.
"No, no.." My father answered. "She's spending the day with that Dursley fellow again."
"Oh." I responded, opening the car door.
"Yes." My father said, starting the car, as I fastened my seatbelt. Safety first, I had always been told. "So. Do you need money? Or do you still have some in that bank of yours?"
"In the bank. I have plenty, thanks." I informed him.
"Alright, Lillian."
My father drove out of the drive, and down the street. It was comforting being able to talk to my father about stupid pointless things. He always took the time to notice me, when nobody else did. He was my mother and father combined in one.
I hadn't any mother figure in my life since I was seven, when my father started to date. She was extremely sour, and bad tempered all the time, not to mention she had three evil daughters.
Even Petunia, my snobby older sister hadn't liked her. So, that only gave my father one choice. Get rid of her.
"Lily." My father said, as we made our way through the outskirts of London. "How would you feel if I started to date again?"
I hadn't ever liked that question. "Fine." I lied.
"You're not telling me the truth, Lillian." My father said. He could always tell when I as lying.
"Yes I am." I lied again.
"Lillian Margot Evans." My father always used my full name when he wanted to be told the truth with no exceptions.
"What?" I asked innocently.
"Tell me the truth."
"Err. are you sure?"
"Positive."
"I think it's to soon." I confessed. So much for playing naive.
"It's been seventeen years!" He almost yelled at me.
"But," I whine, "Why do you need to date? You have me and Petunia!"
"I'm going to start dating. End of story." My father concluded the conversation.
Why I hadn't kept on lying to him, I didn't know. I hated the thought of my father dating a woman that he'd only just met. My father needed someone perfect for him. He liked his complete opposite, and I knew that.
Everything I had ever learned about my mother, gave me the idea that my parents where opposite. So, I really thought opposites attract. And, in some cases, they do.
"Here you are, Lillian." He said to me, as I opened the car door.
"Bye," I murmured.
I walked towards the old, rundown looking building, called The Leaky Cauldron. Nobody seemed to notice it, with the exception of myself.
As I pulled open the door to the bar, someone ran past me, not bothering to say excuse me.
"Aren't you a nice one." I ranted, as the bell jingled.
I walked towards the bar, and greeted the bartender. "Hullo, Tom." I said, sitting on the stool. "Has Sarah come through yet?"
"Yea'." Tom said back to me. "She's already headed into the Alley."
"Thanks." I said, standing up from the stool. "Have a nice day."
As I walked away, someone called my last name.
"Evans!" He said. I could tell it was a male, as no female would have a deep voice. "Evans!" He said again.
I knew who the voice belonged to, and I didn't want to cope with his arrogance at the moment. I simply shrugged him off, acting as if I heard nothing. I walked out the back door, and hurriedly put on my robes, and took my wand out of the inner pocket.
"Ah. What bricks where they again?" I asked myself, trying to remember.
"Three up and two across." Came the voice that had called my name inside.
"What do you want, Potter?" I snapped, tapping the bricks with my wand that he had said.
"Just helping a damsel in distress." He answered a tone of longing in his voice.
"And the second part of the reason?" I asked, as he followed me through the archway and into Diagon Alley.
"Well. I was never one for getting on the subject so quickly." He started. I gave him a look of loathing, as I looked around at all the witches' and wizards' young and old faces.
"Get on with it." I said harshly. That faster he asked it, the quicker I could say no.
"Go out with me, Evans." James said, slyly.
Oh, how I hated that question, also. He had always asked me, at least four times a week, since fifth year, to go out with him.
"No." I said simply, trying to loose him in a crowd of little kids.
"Come on, Evans!" He whined, trying to catch up with me.
"How many times do I have to tell you no?" I asked. I was headed for Gringotts.
"You've told me no about four hundred and seventeen times." He said, "Make it four hundred and eighteen times, and I won't ask you out for another five minutes."
"No." I said again. "There. You have your number, now leave me alone."
"Come on, Lily." He said, sounding sincere. "Just one chance?"
"No." I said again, walking into the bank.
He even followed me there! I sighed, and turned around facing him. His hazel eyes could mesmerize you. His unruly jet black hair could make you 'aww' with love, and his smile could make you dazed for weeks. Nevertheless, I could not give in. I would not give in.
"James," I said, placing my right hand on his shoulder. "Lose your arrogance, and then maybe, only maybe." I turned away from him, the 'tip- tap' of me feet echoing through the lobby.
I could feel James's eyes follow me. He was like a lost puppy, trying to find his rightful owner. I frowned. Why was I always so hard on him? Shaking the thought out of my head, I walked up to the closest, and unoccupied, counter.
Other people said it was hard to keep up. So, since I'm too lazy to make a site for it, I decided to post it on here.
I'll sometimes ask you to download songs to set the mood, so ... Yeah. Do it. LoL.
On with the story then, huh? LoL.
~ Elyssa
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- Hocus Pocus -
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
I woke up, sweat falling down the side of my face. I could have sworn that someone had been watching me sleep.
It was only three in the morning, and the entire house was quiet. I quietly snuck out of bed, and over to my bedroom window.
Nothing was there.
I had been having horrible dreams for weeks now. Always the same thing.
I'd be running up the stairs in a house I didn't recognize. Then I'd always rush into a nursery, to take a baby out of its crib. Then I'd make for the door again. But then there was a blinding flash of green light.
Then I'd wake up, drenched in sweat.
Someone was making me have these horrible nightmares, and I knew it. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure it out.
"Hmm." I said, stepping away from the window.
The dream was confusing at first, only because I didn't look like that now. My hair wasn't past my shoulders, and it definitely wasn't straight. My hair was dark red, like the color of blood. My hair was graced with angel curls, or so my father said. I had also been blessed with my mother's emerald green eyes.
My mother was no longer with us, of course. She'd died giving birth to her second child. Me.
I thought about the dream again for a minute. It looked real and convincing. It was enough to make any seventeen year old nervous.
Maybe I was just over reacting. But a girl could never be so sure. I sighed, sitting back down on my bed. I'd have time to sweat over it at a decent time in the morning.
I pulled the covers up to my shoulders, and felt into a light sleep.
Seven o' clock soon arrived. It was August thirtieth. I'd be going back to school tomorrow. I wasn't like my father, or my sister. I happened to be a muggle-born witch.
You know. A witch. Someone who stirs a brew in a large black pot. Yeah, one of those.
I quickly hopped out of bed. Today I'd be going to the Alley to get my school supplies. A list of books, ingredients for potions, among many other things had already been sent to me two weeks before.
"Lillian!" My father called. He didn't like calling me Lily. "Are you ready for the trip into the city?"
"Almost!" I called to him. I pulled on a pair of shorts, and a white t- shirt. I rolled my Hogwarts robes up in a ball, and carried them down the stairs. "Is Petunia coming?" I asked, as my father ushered me out of the door.
"No, no.." My father answered. "She's spending the day with that Dursley fellow again."
"Oh." I responded, opening the car door.
"Yes." My father said, starting the car, as I fastened my seatbelt. Safety first, I had always been told. "So. Do you need money? Or do you still have some in that bank of yours?"
"In the bank. I have plenty, thanks." I informed him.
"Alright, Lillian."
My father drove out of the drive, and down the street. It was comforting being able to talk to my father about stupid pointless things. He always took the time to notice me, when nobody else did. He was my mother and father combined in one.
I hadn't any mother figure in my life since I was seven, when my father started to date. She was extremely sour, and bad tempered all the time, not to mention she had three evil daughters.
Even Petunia, my snobby older sister hadn't liked her. So, that only gave my father one choice. Get rid of her.
"Lily." My father said, as we made our way through the outskirts of London. "How would you feel if I started to date again?"
I hadn't ever liked that question. "Fine." I lied.
"You're not telling me the truth, Lillian." My father said. He could always tell when I as lying.
"Yes I am." I lied again.
"Lillian Margot Evans." My father always used my full name when he wanted to be told the truth with no exceptions.
"What?" I asked innocently.
"Tell me the truth."
"Err. are you sure?"
"Positive."
"I think it's to soon." I confessed. So much for playing naive.
"It's been seventeen years!" He almost yelled at me.
"But," I whine, "Why do you need to date? You have me and Petunia!"
"I'm going to start dating. End of story." My father concluded the conversation.
Why I hadn't kept on lying to him, I didn't know. I hated the thought of my father dating a woman that he'd only just met. My father needed someone perfect for him. He liked his complete opposite, and I knew that.
Everything I had ever learned about my mother, gave me the idea that my parents where opposite. So, I really thought opposites attract. And, in some cases, they do.
"Here you are, Lillian." He said to me, as I opened the car door.
"Bye," I murmured.
I walked towards the old, rundown looking building, called The Leaky Cauldron. Nobody seemed to notice it, with the exception of myself.
As I pulled open the door to the bar, someone ran past me, not bothering to say excuse me.
"Aren't you a nice one." I ranted, as the bell jingled.
I walked towards the bar, and greeted the bartender. "Hullo, Tom." I said, sitting on the stool. "Has Sarah come through yet?"
"Yea'." Tom said back to me. "She's already headed into the Alley."
"Thanks." I said, standing up from the stool. "Have a nice day."
As I walked away, someone called my last name.
"Evans!" He said. I could tell it was a male, as no female would have a deep voice. "Evans!" He said again.
I knew who the voice belonged to, and I didn't want to cope with his arrogance at the moment. I simply shrugged him off, acting as if I heard nothing. I walked out the back door, and hurriedly put on my robes, and took my wand out of the inner pocket.
"Ah. What bricks where they again?" I asked myself, trying to remember.
"Three up and two across." Came the voice that had called my name inside.
"What do you want, Potter?" I snapped, tapping the bricks with my wand that he had said.
"Just helping a damsel in distress." He answered a tone of longing in his voice.
"And the second part of the reason?" I asked, as he followed me through the archway and into Diagon Alley.
"Well. I was never one for getting on the subject so quickly." He started. I gave him a look of loathing, as I looked around at all the witches' and wizards' young and old faces.
"Get on with it." I said harshly. That faster he asked it, the quicker I could say no.
"Go out with me, Evans." James said, slyly.
Oh, how I hated that question, also. He had always asked me, at least four times a week, since fifth year, to go out with him.
"No." I said simply, trying to loose him in a crowd of little kids.
"Come on, Evans!" He whined, trying to catch up with me.
"How many times do I have to tell you no?" I asked. I was headed for Gringotts.
"You've told me no about four hundred and seventeen times." He said, "Make it four hundred and eighteen times, and I won't ask you out for another five minutes."
"No." I said again. "There. You have your number, now leave me alone."
"Come on, Lily." He said, sounding sincere. "Just one chance?"
"No." I said again, walking into the bank.
He even followed me there! I sighed, and turned around facing him. His hazel eyes could mesmerize you. His unruly jet black hair could make you 'aww' with love, and his smile could make you dazed for weeks. Nevertheless, I could not give in. I would not give in.
"James," I said, placing my right hand on his shoulder. "Lose your arrogance, and then maybe, only maybe." I turned away from him, the 'tip- tap' of me feet echoing through the lobby.
I could feel James's eyes follow me. He was like a lost puppy, trying to find his rightful owner. I frowned. Why was I always so hard on him? Shaking the thought out of my head, I walked up to the closest, and unoccupied, counter.