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Chapter 1: Beach Buddies
A small girl sat happily on the beach as she made herself a sandcastle. The girl was only a youngster at an age of about three years old. She had her red hair into two pigtails, although strands of hair still escaped in the wind, framing her petite face. Smiling to herself, she grabbed her green bucket full of sand and carefully placed it upside down on the beach. As she patted the top of the bucket with a matching green spade, she removed the bucket and admired her handiwork. Catching her off guard, another small boy with hazel blue eyes, an uncontrollable mass of black hair and glasses appeared behind her.
"They match your eyes," the little boy told her grinning, "the bucket and spade are the same colour as your eyes."
"So?" The little girl appeared confused of this information.
"I think it's a beautiful colour. I think we should be friends. My daddy says you shouldn't speak to strangers though. So who are you?" The little boy pondered, looking at the other young girl.
"You're a stranger to me though. If I tell you my name, will you tell on me to my daddy and mummy? Petunia always tells on me." The little girl looked upset, looking around for her mother, father and sister.
"No, friends don't tell on each other. EVER!" The little boy assured the worried red-head.
"Then I'm Lily Evans! My mummy and daddy say they named me that because they like flowers. My sister is named Petunia. That's a flower too -" Lily babbled, however cut off midsentence as the little boy leaned forward and sniffed Lily's hair.
"What on earth are you doing?" Lily mumbled, leaning away from the little boy.
"Smelling you. You told me you're a flower, and flowers smell good. You do too."
"Well that can't always be true. Petunia smells horrible and she's a flower too. She uses too much of mummy's perfume. She broke a bottle of mummy's most expensive perfume and blamed it on me. Only mummy knew she lied!"
"That's a horrible thing to do! Maybe we should prank her? See, my name is James Potter and I'm the best prankster in the whole wide world!" James told Lily, taking an instant dislike to the young girl's sister.
Lily and James stayed close friends throughout their childhood. They soon developed a friendship full of love, wonder and protection. The friendship had brought out both of their protective instincts. Like the time a little boy stole Lily's bucket and spade off her, and James had told him off. The time when another girl had pushed James over, and Lily had pushed her over to return the favour! That day on the beach had started the friendship. The troublesome two both pranked Petunia, and got their own back on the 'stinky' flower. They buried the bitter girl in the sand when she was asleep, and then to wake her up threw a bucketful of water on the young girl. Of course they got into trouble, and ended up in 'timeout' in the tent on the beach. Who cares though when you're in timeout with your brand new, amazing best friend?