a/n: Hope you like it!
disclaimer: I don't own any of J.K. Rowling's original characters, events, or places. It turns out I don't even own the dumb title, meg cabot does. -sweatdrop- oh, and the names of my oc's too. all real people. yup. that leaves me with...nothing!
-when lightning strikes-
-fate meeting-
A scrawny girl with long, flaming red hair and brilliant green eyes gently scooped a handful of sticky wet sand, sifting it carefully through her long delicate fingers. It was cool on her hands, and fragments of sand stuck to her hand. The air around her was heavy with humidity, causing her hair to curl slightly. Above her, dark clouds filled the sky. A light drizzle began to fall, and the air was lit with a flash of horrendous lightning. The damp and springy ground shook with tremulous thunder. The sea was churning madly with tremendous white-capped waves. Another clap of thunder range through the air. The girl gently picked up a smooth rock and tossed in mindlessly into the raging ocean. The world was brightly lit for a split second, and the girl caught a glimpse of her bare feet. She squished them deep into the soft, wet sand. Her flaming hair and dress were both clinging to her body.
Lily Evans loved thunderstorms. She didn't understand why the other kids her age were so terrified of thunder and lightning. To her they were just the earth letting off steam, and everyone had to let off a little steam every once in a while. Petunia was the worst. Petunia was Lily's older sister. During an occasional storm, Petunia would cower beneath the kitchen table, whimpering pathetically. It was at these times that Lily was embarrassed and ashamed of Petunia. Some big sister she is...Lily thought hotly, tossing another rock into the mad sea.
Lily loved the feel of the cool rain on her face. She found it very soothing. Lily brushed her limp, crimson hair gently behind her ear. Sooner or later her parents would notice she was gone and start looking for her. Lily sighed deeply. Her parents, though very loving, just didn't understand her. They were very protective of their daughters. They wanted their daughters to be perfect and grow up to have perfect lives. They were the perfect cookie cutter family. Everything was always in order, everyone always happy. They also, for the life of them, couldn't comprehend why Lily couldn't just act like a normal 10-year old girl. They didn't know it, but occasionally she would hear them muttering. "Why can't she just play dolls like the other little girls?" or, "Petunia never acted this way." Lily didn't blame them entirely though. They had never known someone different; their lives had always been monotonous. She knew her parents loved her dearly, as she did them. They were beating themselves up over her 'unique behavior'. When Petunia was in a particularly nasty mood, she would tease Lily about being an alien from outer space, or adopted. Sometimes Lily wondered if this was true.
Lily, of course, wasn't like other 10-year-old girls of her time in many ways. She was very mature for her age. Instead of being inside on cloudy days, she enjoyed lying in the grass and watching the sky. Instead of huddling in groups, squealing and telling scary stories during a storm, she liked to be out in the action. It wasn't that Lily didn't have any friends either. Oh, no, Lily was very popular for a 10-year-old. She had never felt that she fit in when the boys would chase them on the playground. She would scream and act the part, but she never felt it deep down.
School was a breeze for her; she found the work perfectly easy, and as equally pointless. The reason she put on an act at school, was mostly because of her parents. Their murmuring and sad glances hurt her deeply. She was, after all, only 10 years old. She may be mature in some ways, but she was still small in some ways also. She fought to be normal, hoping to stamp out all of her 'weirdness', as Petunia put it. No matter how hard she tried, the strange her seeped out more often then she would have liked. She had mixed feelings, and sometimes they troubled her sleep. She didn't know what to do. Part of her wanted to be normal, and the other part wanted to just let go and be herself.
Lightning flashed across the bleak sky again and Lily caught a glimpse of a dark shadow ahead of her. Her heart sped up exceptionally, and she squinted through the rain towards the patch of darkness. She could barely make out the outline of a person a ways down the beach. That couldn't possibly be mum, dad or Petunia. Well, like it would be Petunia. She unconsciously rolled her eyes. The inn is in the other direction...
---
James hadn't been thinking when he grabbed his broom and flew off into the storm. But, then again, he didn't put much thought into any of his actions. He loved storms. They reminded him of his mother when she was ranting at him for something he had done. He also loved flying in a storm. A struggle for what, at the time seemed to him as his file, was one of his favorite things. He was it as a battle, won if you could stay on your broom.
It was extremely hard to see with the rain covering his glasses. Whenever he would wipe them clean, they would just be covered I water again in a matter of seconds. He had no idea where he was going; he let the wind blow him through the air for a while.
James loved to fly. He found it exhilarating. Being an only child, James got bored often. He liked to fly, just fly, with no destination for hours. He would perform tricks high above the clouds, and purposely fly close to the ground, hoping a muggle would spot him.
After about 30 minutes of drifting, he touched down on a vast stretching beach. He affectionately settled his broom at his feet and gazed out across the sea. His father compared his behavior to the sea. At times it was calm and cool, others raging and mad. His father would say that, just like the sea, James would build up to a breaking point and let go. These were the constant times James would take dangerous dives on his broom, or play an infuriating prank. All of this psychology stuff sounded like a load of waffle to James, he called it 'having fun'.
Suddenly, he was conscious of a pair of eyes boring into the side of his head. Curiously, a grin creeping up his cheeks, he turned to find a small girl staring at him.
The girl had long, crimson red hair. James clumsily wiped his glasses to get a better look at her. Her shocking green, almond shaped eyes stared, wide, back at him. He blinked, as if the girl was possibly only a figment of imagination, but sure enough, when he opened his eyes again, the girl still stood there, her cheeks rosy and pink.
James guessed by the odd way she looked at his 'top of the line' racing broom, that she was a muggle. This could be fun, he thought mischievously. He could feel the corners of his mouth raising. There was something about her, something James couldn't place. He didn't give it very much thought, being only 10. The girl reached to brush her limp red hair out of her eyes and James seized his opportunity.
In one, swift movement he grabbed his broom and mounted. He bent his knees, pressed into the moist earth one last time before kicking off and sailing upwards in a blur. He let out a loud, triumphant bark of laughter, but it was drowned out by another clap of rumbling thunder.
James turned just in time to see the girl searching the beach around her, must likely for him. Suddenly, she lifted her gaze to the sky and spotted him. How did she know to look up? Maybe she wasn't a muggle after all.
He waved heartily and urged his broom into a burst of speed, grinning like mad the entire time.
---
Lily whipped around, frantically scanning the beach around her for some sign of the boy. All that greeted her was vast stretching sand. Lily, panicking now, shifted her gaze to the churning sea. It was much to far for him to have fallen in. Surely he had really been there only moment before. For no particular reason at all, Lily found herself scanning the clouded sky above. A flash of shocking lightning and Lily saw, far away, a person that looked much like the boy, straddling a broom, suspended in air. The figure turned, she could now see its face, and she was positive it was the boy.
He reached up and waved, Lily felt her stomach turn over. The boy and the broom seemed to be growing smaller and smaller. Lily blinked and he was gone. She shook her head, a boy, appearing out of nowhere, and then riding away on a broom? I...that...I guess I must be imagining things...
She decided to head back toward the inn before her parents began to worry.
---
a/n: please review!
disclaimer: I don't own any of J.K. Rowling's original characters, events, or places. It turns out I don't even own the dumb title, meg cabot does. -sweatdrop- oh, and the names of my oc's too. all real people. yup. that leaves me with...nothing!
-when lightning strikes-
-fate meeting-
A scrawny girl with long, flaming red hair and brilliant green eyes gently scooped a handful of sticky wet sand, sifting it carefully through her long delicate fingers. It was cool on her hands, and fragments of sand stuck to her hand. The air around her was heavy with humidity, causing her hair to curl slightly. Above her, dark clouds filled the sky. A light drizzle began to fall, and the air was lit with a flash of horrendous lightning. The damp and springy ground shook with tremulous thunder. The sea was churning madly with tremendous white-capped waves. Another clap of thunder range through the air. The girl gently picked up a smooth rock and tossed in mindlessly into the raging ocean. The world was brightly lit for a split second, and the girl caught a glimpse of her bare feet. She squished them deep into the soft, wet sand. Her flaming hair and dress were both clinging to her body.
Lily Evans loved thunderstorms. She didn't understand why the other kids her age were so terrified of thunder and lightning. To her they were just the earth letting off steam, and everyone had to let off a little steam every once in a while. Petunia was the worst. Petunia was Lily's older sister. During an occasional storm, Petunia would cower beneath the kitchen table, whimpering pathetically. It was at these times that Lily was embarrassed and ashamed of Petunia. Some big sister she is...Lily thought hotly, tossing another rock into the mad sea.
Lily loved the feel of the cool rain on her face. She found it very soothing. Lily brushed her limp, crimson hair gently behind her ear. Sooner or later her parents would notice she was gone and start looking for her. Lily sighed deeply. Her parents, though very loving, just didn't understand her. They were very protective of their daughters. They wanted their daughters to be perfect and grow up to have perfect lives. They were the perfect cookie cutter family. Everything was always in order, everyone always happy. They also, for the life of them, couldn't comprehend why Lily couldn't just act like a normal 10-year old girl. They didn't know it, but occasionally she would hear them muttering. "Why can't she just play dolls like the other little girls?" or, "Petunia never acted this way." Lily didn't blame them entirely though. They had never known someone different; their lives had always been monotonous. She knew her parents loved her dearly, as she did them. They were beating themselves up over her 'unique behavior'. When Petunia was in a particularly nasty mood, she would tease Lily about being an alien from outer space, or adopted. Sometimes Lily wondered if this was true.
Lily, of course, wasn't like other 10-year-old girls of her time in many ways. She was very mature for her age. Instead of being inside on cloudy days, she enjoyed lying in the grass and watching the sky. Instead of huddling in groups, squealing and telling scary stories during a storm, she liked to be out in the action. It wasn't that Lily didn't have any friends either. Oh, no, Lily was very popular for a 10-year-old. She had never felt that she fit in when the boys would chase them on the playground. She would scream and act the part, but she never felt it deep down.
School was a breeze for her; she found the work perfectly easy, and as equally pointless. The reason she put on an act at school, was mostly because of her parents. Their murmuring and sad glances hurt her deeply. She was, after all, only 10 years old. She may be mature in some ways, but she was still small in some ways also. She fought to be normal, hoping to stamp out all of her 'weirdness', as Petunia put it. No matter how hard she tried, the strange her seeped out more often then she would have liked. She had mixed feelings, and sometimes they troubled her sleep. She didn't know what to do. Part of her wanted to be normal, and the other part wanted to just let go and be herself.
Lightning flashed across the bleak sky again and Lily caught a glimpse of a dark shadow ahead of her. Her heart sped up exceptionally, and she squinted through the rain towards the patch of darkness. She could barely make out the outline of a person a ways down the beach. That couldn't possibly be mum, dad or Petunia. Well, like it would be Petunia. She unconsciously rolled her eyes. The inn is in the other direction...
---
James hadn't been thinking when he grabbed his broom and flew off into the storm. But, then again, he didn't put much thought into any of his actions. He loved storms. They reminded him of his mother when she was ranting at him for something he had done. He also loved flying in a storm. A struggle for what, at the time seemed to him as his file, was one of his favorite things. He was it as a battle, won if you could stay on your broom.
It was extremely hard to see with the rain covering his glasses. Whenever he would wipe them clean, they would just be covered I water again in a matter of seconds. He had no idea where he was going; he let the wind blow him through the air for a while.
James loved to fly. He found it exhilarating. Being an only child, James got bored often. He liked to fly, just fly, with no destination for hours. He would perform tricks high above the clouds, and purposely fly close to the ground, hoping a muggle would spot him.
After about 30 minutes of drifting, he touched down on a vast stretching beach. He affectionately settled his broom at his feet and gazed out across the sea. His father compared his behavior to the sea. At times it was calm and cool, others raging and mad. His father would say that, just like the sea, James would build up to a breaking point and let go. These were the constant times James would take dangerous dives on his broom, or play an infuriating prank. All of this psychology stuff sounded like a load of waffle to James, he called it 'having fun'.
Suddenly, he was conscious of a pair of eyes boring into the side of his head. Curiously, a grin creeping up his cheeks, he turned to find a small girl staring at him.
The girl had long, crimson red hair. James clumsily wiped his glasses to get a better look at her. Her shocking green, almond shaped eyes stared, wide, back at him. He blinked, as if the girl was possibly only a figment of imagination, but sure enough, when he opened his eyes again, the girl still stood there, her cheeks rosy and pink.
James guessed by the odd way she looked at his 'top of the line' racing broom, that she was a muggle. This could be fun, he thought mischievously. He could feel the corners of his mouth raising. There was something about her, something James couldn't place. He didn't give it very much thought, being only 10. The girl reached to brush her limp red hair out of her eyes and James seized his opportunity.
In one, swift movement he grabbed his broom and mounted. He bent his knees, pressed into the moist earth one last time before kicking off and sailing upwards in a blur. He let out a loud, triumphant bark of laughter, but it was drowned out by another clap of rumbling thunder.
James turned just in time to see the girl searching the beach around her, must likely for him. Suddenly, she lifted her gaze to the sky and spotted him. How did she know to look up? Maybe she wasn't a muggle after all.
He waved heartily and urged his broom into a burst of speed, grinning like mad the entire time.
---
Lily whipped around, frantically scanning the beach around her for some sign of the boy. All that greeted her was vast stretching sand. Lily, panicking now, shifted her gaze to the churning sea. It was much to far for him to have fallen in. Surely he had really been there only moment before. For no particular reason at all, Lily found herself scanning the clouded sky above. A flash of shocking lightning and Lily saw, far away, a person that looked much like the boy, straddling a broom, suspended in air. The figure turned, she could now see its face, and she was positive it was the boy.
He reached up and waved, Lily felt her stomach turn over. The boy and the broom seemed to be growing smaller and smaller. Lily blinked and he was gone. She shook her head, a boy, appearing out of nowhere, and then riding away on a broom? I...that...I guess I must be imagining things...
She decided to head back toward the inn before her parents began to worry.
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a/n: please review!