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Forever and Always Yours

Chapter One

"Leave him ALONE!" I screamed. The instant the dumb prat called Potter found me glaring at him just a few feet away, he immediately ran a free hand through his hair (as if that is going to make me swoon – GAG!) while he pointed his wand with the other hand at his favourite victim, Snape.

"All right Evans?" He must've fallen off his broomstick when he was very little because NO ONE ever had the nerve to utter a joke when my green eyes are on the verge of popping out of their very sockets. Okay, I'll take pity on his mental disability and repeat myself. "Leave him alone." He was still grinning, his hazel eyes twinkling. "What's he done to you?" Except be quite pathetic looking, I grimaced as I noted the oily hair and the even oilier hooked nose. But still! Potter actually had the nerve to look as if this was a hard matter to even consider!

"Well," said James, and his tone instantly deepened. Oooh, someone get me a chair! I'm being overwhelmed by his conceitedness! "it's more the fact that he exists, if you know what I mean…" Everyone laughed. Snape seemed to want to choke Potter at the moment. I knew how he felt. "You think you're funny," I glared when he bowed slightly at my mock praise, "But you're just an arrogant bullying toerag, Potter. Leave him alone." I cleared. Probably not enough for his thick head.

"I will if you go out with me, Evans." As if I would, but he seemed to think I would and grinned. "Go on…go out with me and I'll never lay a wand on old Snivelly again." I raised my auburn eyebrow. "I wouldn't go out with you if it was a choice between and the giant squid." stating flatly.

"Bad luck, Prongs." Said his best friend Sirius Black. I once thought he was quite gorgeous until I noticed that his head was just as big as Potter's. "OI!" he yelled a second too late for at that moment there was a flash of light and a gash appeared on Potter's face splattering his robes with blood. It was no matter, for in the next moment, Snape was upside-down in the air revealing his fuzzy grey underpants and pale skinny legs. A pitiful sight and my heart went out to him. Even I had to admit, Potter's reflexes and hexes were admirable. People roared with laughter. I almost did but instead shouted at Potter to let him down.

"Certainly." Poor Snape fell into a crumpled heap on the ground, but as soon as he managed to untangle himself, he was petrified by Sirius and keeled over as rigid as a board. I had enough of this! "LEAVE HIM ALONE!" I whipped out my wand and pointed it at the two idiots. "Ah, Evans, don't make me hex you." Potter said it earnestly.

"Take the curse off him then!" Sighing deeply, he muttered a counter-curse and let Snape down. And as Snape struggled to his feet, he mentioned, "You're lucky Evans was here, Snivellus –" "I don't need help from filthy little Mudbloods like her!" Everyone gasped. I blinked.

This – this- "Fine." I said coolly. "I won't bother in the future. And I'd wash my hands if I were you, Snivellus." I couldn't resist myself saying that last part knowing that Potter would glee over me using his nickname for the filthy Slytherin. "Apologize to Evans!" Potter roared. The git could never resist playing the ever chivalrous Romeo – GAG again! "I don't want to make you to make him apologize! You're as bad as he is." The last comment hurt his pride.

"What? I'd never call you a – you-know-what!" And then I let him have it. "Messing up you hair because you think it looks cool to look like you've just got off your broomstick, showing off with that stupid Snitch, walking down corridors and hexing anyone who annoys you just because you can – I'm surprised your broomstick can get off the ground with that fat head on it. You make me SICK." As crowd ooohed over my brutal comments, I stalked back to the castle having enough for one day.

If Potter said anything else, I was past hearing it. I don't know why I even bother with the idiot sometimes. Come to think of it, why was it always him whom I thought was horrible? There were plenty of other students to hate at Hogwarts. Lucius Malfoy, that cheeky Marilla Parkinson and sometimes even that oily Severus Snape. So, why was James Potter on my most wanted list for special torturing? My friends (namely Alice) think it's because I am secretly in love with him.

I tell you, the day they told me that, I laughed so hard, chocolate smoothie went through my nose! I, Lily Evans, can honestly say that I never had a loving thought about the conceited Seeker since I first saw him enchant rubber bats to bother an old witch at King's Cross Station. There was this initial hatred that sprouted within me which I couldn't seem to explain.

What was twice as worse was that James Potter was the only boy in my entire life that I managed to have any sort of distinct feeling for. (Maybe Remus Lupin (his other best friend - sad eh?) is an exception. He's a really close friend but I don't know how to explain how I feel about him – sisterly fondness?) This was starting to worry me immensely as I was craving for a bit of love that I often saw in those wimpy romance movies that Petunia watched (I am ashamed to say that just last summer after a devastating break up with my ex boyfriend who called me a cold fish, I got addicted too!).

Now that you know why I hate Potter so much, you must also know that because of this fear of this empty feelings for any another guy, I had to do what I was about to do. God forgive me for breaking my oath to you for never setting foot inside that class again!

"May I come in sir?" I asked tentatively. The headmaster smiled, his blue eyes twinkling. "Why yes! How nice it is to see you again Ms.Evans. I trust that you're feeling better after the fiasco with the eggs at breakfast last week?" I grimaced. Potter and Black had enchanted eggs at breakfast to hatch and the ones that would hatch into chicks would try to peck the eyes out of anyone they didn't like and the ones with the raw egg would splatter on a random person's face. Although I wasn't splattered or pecked at, the other girls wouldn't stop grumbling about me in the bathroom as they got cleaned up from the mess.

"Er, Professor Dumbledore. I had a favour to ask of you. It's…a pretty strange favour but it needs to be done." He only raised his eyebrows to that. "And what might this strange favour be?" I took a breath. "I would like to take Divination for a week." This seemed to make his eyebrows go even higher. I sighed. I knew this wasn't going to be easy. As I finished explaining my plan, he still looked at me, a twinkle in his eye like he knows something and asked. "Are you sure this is the only way? This can be very dangerous you know. Have you tried the muggle psychologist?"

"I can't. If word gets out that I went to visit the shrink in our neighbourhood, my sister's fiancé will break the engagement." I still don't know what Petunia sees in that man instead of globs of blubber and pompousness. Apparently, he was the only one available for her because I stole every other guy from her when I wasn't looking, though I don't know how I manage to do that. (Someone actually rolled their eyes at me and said it's 'cause I make heads turn. Ha! Imagine that!) Dumbledore was still eyeing me, but gave a slight nod and replied, "I'll see what I can do."

I found myself in Divination next period. Ignoring the funny glances and whisperings, I recited a small prayer asking for forgiveness and courage before getting up the ladder. "Ah, Evans, so you've finally come to your senses and want to go out with me. It took a while, but I'm fine with that." I snorted in disgust. The most loathsome of words cannot describe Potter. "No. I didn't come here for you. I came here for myself. Move!" The last thing I wanted was to get into another fight with him.

"Ooh. Little miss logic wants their fortune told today. I know it all sweetheart. You're going to end up with me." He announced. I gave him a withering look. "When pigs fly, Potter."

"I suggest that you hold off those flying pigs until after Divination Mr. Potter." The frail forlorn voice of Professor Trelawney whispered to Potter who was about to cast a spell and the whole class was hushed into an eerie silence. Professor Trelawney was the renowned Seer Cassandra Trelawney and although her predictions came true, I managed to give a logical explanation to those predictions much to my friends' displeasures. Yes sir, I was definitely NOT supposed to be here. "Ms. Evans, how nice it is to see you here again." She merely said, her watery blue eyes sizing me up. I was surprised at her cool attitude. Actually, I was surprised she hadn't retired yet. She looked like she was about to break apart any moment. "Er yes." I began to fidget with my quill.

"Now," she stated all businesslike and matter-of-factly. "Today will be a slightly differents class. We will be delving into our minds today to guess what the rest of our lives will be like. Supposedly, the world you see now is with your conscious mind but the emotions you feel are completely your soul's doing. Your soul feels more than you think and that's why we have intuitive feelings. If we take our strongest feeling and use it to predict the state of your future. You will see a colour only. For example, if you see yellow, you have nothing to worry about. Your future is quite happy. Anyone who has no wish to find out their future, raise your hands now." She counted several hands including Remus'. "Alright then, my first volunteer shall be Ms. Evans." I never felt so pressurized as I did when I walked those ten steps to the polished mahogany stool I was to sit on. Slowly, I calmed myself and awaited her instructions ignoring the sneers from Potter and his friends. " Now then, I want you to close your eyes and think back to the last possible feeling you possibly could've had."

That was easy. Annoyance at Potter. All of a sudden, my body seemed to get warmer. "Good, now try going back even farther." That day with Snivellus. My body got even warmer. "Excellent. Now keep going until you feel nothing but…black?" The eggs hatching, poor Snivellus getting shocked, Alice tumbling on the balls, me breaking my hip bone and then the old witch and the bats. I didn't hear Professor Trelawney when she mentioned the slight problem with this method of predicting. "Sometimes the feeling is too much for the body and the soul is kicked out to fly back to the source of its problem." My body seemed to get hotter and hotter until a white hot pain seared up my spine and into my head. POTTER!!!!!

I screamed with all my might and in the next instant, instead of seeing black, I was floating away from my body at full speed. As I watched in horror my dream-like vision, I felt myself being transported backwards through time and into another body. "My lady?" someone uttered. I only had a second to look at myself on the mirror before I was cut off from oxygen and promptly fainted.

This is my first attempt at an LJ fic. Hope you guys find the story interesting. I know it was a bit dragged at the beginning. Gomen-nasai. ) Please R/R! Till next time! Toodle-loo!

Sammy

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Lily finds out that hate can last through lifetimes…and so can conceitedness!