His Last Chance
Moony
JK's
After reading so much Lily and James fics, I wanted to write one myself – so here it is! The beginning is taken from Padfoot's story The Millionth Chance, only with more details. –Moony
Chapter 1
Lily Evans sat against the trunk of a bare oak tree, reading, as usual. It was the winter holidays and only she and Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, Peter Pettigrew, and James Potter remained at Hogwarts for the holidays. She looked up from the corner of her eye and watched the four idiots having a snowball fight – just as Remus was hit squarely in the stomach from a huge one by Sirius and fell over. Lily sighed. Remus was changing. He was starting to become a little reckless like his friends. Bad influence, she thought. Lily remembered when she first saw him. A quiet, shy, studious kind of guy. But then he got Sirius and James as his friends.
She watched as Sirius gave a loud whoop and then got pelted with a wet snowball into his mouth.
"Argh!" he cried.
It was quite fun watching them. They looked like innocent little seven-year- olds just throwing snow. And then –
"Hey! Give that back to me!"
James had taken Lily's book.
"Aww do I have to?" James asked, with a fake look of disappointment.
"Yes you do," Lily said. She was tired of James stalking her every minute, bothering her to try and get her to go out with him. But Lily could never go with James. James was James. Too stupid and too immature. Lily knew what he did to Snape, how he played with the Snitch all the time to get attention, and how he ruffled his hair to look 'cool'. And Lily would never go with someone that big-headed, even if he was handsome. Lily knew she was considered lucky by most girls' standards. Everyone wanted to be asked by James or Sirius.
James tossed the book back to her.
"Will you at least be my friend?"
"No."
Lily said and turned back to her book and tried to concentrate on the part where the prisoner and the girl he loved dipped into a kiss.
"Come on? Can't I get a second chance?" James whined.
"More like a millionth chance," Lily muttered, mostly to herself. But James heard.
"Fine then, give a my millionth chance, and if I screw it up, you can hate me for the rest of my life."
Lily raised her eyebrows. This was weird. But it sounded good. James was bound to mess this one up. And then she would never have to put up with his stalking or bothering again!
"Sounds reasonable," she coolly, "James Potter, I'm giving you a millionth – a last – chance."
"My last chance? Fine," he answered, looking happy, "See you at the Three Broomsticks on Saturday!"
"What?!" Lily cried.
Moony
JK's
After reading so much Lily and James fics, I wanted to write one myself – so here it is! The beginning is taken from Padfoot's story The Millionth Chance, only with more details. –Moony
Chapter 1
Lily Evans sat against the trunk of a bare oak tree, reading, as usual. It was the winter holidays and only she and Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, Peter Pettigrew, and James Potter remained at Hogwarts for the holidays. She looked up from the corner of her eye and watched the four idiots having a snowball fight – just as Remus was hit squarely in the stomach from a huge one by Sirius and fell over. Lily sighed. Remus was changing. He was starting to become a little reckless like his friends. Bad influence, she thought. Lily remembered when she first saw him. A quiet, shy, studious kind of guy. But then he got Sirius and James as his friends.
She watched as Sirius gave a loud whoop and then got pelted with a wet snowball into his mouth.
"Argh!" he cried.
It was quite fun watching them. They looked like innocent little seven-year- olds just throwing snow. And then –
"Hey! Give that back to me!"
James had taken Lily's book.
"Aww do I have to?" James asked, with a fake look of disappointment.
"Yes you do," Lily said. She was tired of James stalking her every minute, bothering her to try and get her to go out with him. But Lily could never go with James. James was James. Too stupid and too immature. Lily knew what he did to Snape, how he played with the Snitch all the time to get attention, and how he ruffled his hair to look 'cool'. And Lily would never go with someone that big-headed, even if he was handsome. Lily knew she was considered lucky by most girls' standards. Everyone wanted to be asked by James or Sirius.
James tossed the book back to her.
"Will you at least be my friend?"
"No."
Lily said and turned back to her book and tried to concentrate on the part where the prisoner and the girl he loved dipped into a kiss.
"Come on? Can't I get a second chance?" James whined.
"More like a millionth chance," Lily muttered, mostly to herself. But James heard.
"Fine then, give a my millionth chance, and if I screw it up, you can hate me for the rest of my life."
Lily raised her eyebrows. This was weird. But it sounded good. James was bound to mess this one up. And then she would never have to put up with his stalking or bothering again!
"Sounds reasonable," she coolly, "James Potter, I'm giving you a millionth – a last – chance."
"My last chance? Fine," he answered, looking happy, "See you at the Three Broomsticks on Saturday!"
"What?!" Lily cried.
