Title: Akunamatata

Author: jAwbr3aker

My simple Disclaimer: in short, I Disclaim.

The real and required Disclaimer: Mrs. J.K. Rowling owns every character in this story except for those of which I will announce are mine. Only one person created and owns Harry Potter and to her, I am very thankful. This fiction would not have formed from my puny brain if it wasn't for Mrs. J.K. Rowling, 50First Dates, Animal Planet, Hot For Teacher, Coffee, Curly Sue, 2ndhand Lions, Water, Lily, the Internet(Hallelujah!), and finally, Thank you.

Ratings: M for future Lemons (for the perverted only). Just kidding, I'll cut those off or put it in a different chapter so you can skip those.

Summary: An unfortunate black-hooded person randomly steals a bag of galleons from an unsuspecting shopper in Diagon Alley, who happens to be the infamous James Potter, a renowned school marauder, used-to-be ladies man, highly trained Auror of four years, and future Hogwarts professor. Lily's life couldn't be anymore thrilling, especially when it's finally her last year in school, and to her surprise, she became two people she did not expect, the Head Girl and a subject for blackmail.

Author's notes/demand/favor: YOU BETTER READ THIS! I am a very lazy person. Don't expect prompt updates from me. I'm mean and scary, even though I love bunnies. Ha! That was a joke. I meant the bunny part. Anyway, just tune in from time to time, I promise I'll update at least once a month. And I like receiving constructive, productive, helpful reviews. No matter how lazy you are, leave a review. Flame all you want. Just provide some inspiration and ideas you would like to chip in. Let the story begin…

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Chapter I: The Rendezvous

James was walking casually along Diagon Alley, a wide grin plastered on his young and handsome face. The street was busy and buzzing with laughter, merriment, and shuffling of bags. The loud shouts of merchants and bargainers, and the annoying tinkling of bells from shop doors could not distract him from his musing. He had just won a bet with his best friend… again. James smirked. He never lost a bet with Sirius, no matter how stupid it could be. But then, he never jumps in a bet when he knew he hadn't the chance to succeed. He was walking ahead, carelessly throwing and catching a pouch containing what seemed to be clinking coins. The street became less crowded and easier to seep through on the way back to the Leaky Cauldron. He was just passing by a group of giggling teenage girls, giving them a wink, making them giggle more, when-

Swish …

It happened so fast, that he just stopped in his tracks. There was a blur of a dark cloak brushing his arm and the pouch he was absently throwing in the air never came back down.

He whipped his head back so quickly his neck cracked. There, five feet away was the cloaked person who just stole his bag of winnings, running away fast and swerving people expertly, his cloak billowing behind him. Before he could think, his feet had broken into a run. He drew his wand from his pocket but he knew he couldn't use it. There were simply too many people in the street.

The thief bypassed and eluded every person hanging his way gracefully, as if performing a simple uncomplicated dance. The shopping witches and wizards around them were too engrossed with looking at shops and taking care of their bags of purchases, or their wailing children, to see what was happening.

The robber turned a corner, and then another corner, without even looking back to see if there was someone on his toes. Every time James thought he could have a good aim, the thief would change direction.

The damn thief was fast and seemed confident with his speed. James cursed lightly. Despite the situation, he was calm and collected. It wouldn't be long till he catches the pouchlifter. He smiled, snorting. He decided not to jinx the guy.

He would catch him with his bare hands.

The so-called-thief may be a fast runner, but he was half a foot shorter than James and had shorter sprints his legs could carry. Other than that, if the person knew who James was before he had thought of stealing from him, he would have been wiser to pick someone out of the hundreds of people walking along Diagon Alley who was not a trained and experienced Auror.

"Got you-"

James had caught up and grabbed where his hands could reach. The hood slid from the thief's head from the sudden tug of the fluttering cloak. Long brilliant red locks of hair, like fire against the sun, broke loose, and brushed his face. Smell of fragrant mixture of herbs wafted through his nose as the perpetrator whipped its head. He FROZE.

There looking back at James was just a girl around the age of sixteen. She had a very surprised expression on her face that rivaled James's own. The girl's slightly reddened cheeks visibly drained of its color. Just about to come to his senses, James opened his mouth to utter something, when-

BAM! A knee had connected with the area between his legs. Instead of words escaping his lips, a muffled cry came out instead. He doubled over as the girl ran away once more. He groaned in protest as he clutched the throbbing part of his body, excruciating pain shooting through him.

…waaaaiit…… he called on weakly, through his mouth or through his head he wasn't able to decipher, as his eyes watered.

Lily's P.O.V. :

Ok Lily. This is the last time. It's your last remaining year in Hogwarts. Just a few shillings can suffice... thud. thud. For Merlin's sake! You'll be a Mediwitch in recompense. Just heal every bloody bloke in sight in the future for free. These words were tearing at her mind. In the exterior, her posture remained calm but her heart was thundering inside her chest. Her hood lay low over her face and she was staring at the ground. She was walking aimlessly through Diagon Alley for a good hour when she heard a profound gnashing and grinding of numerous stone bricks in the distance. She was heading to the Leaky Cauldron. Lifting her head a bit, she saw the enchanted wall in the distance just closing up, as a few witches went through.

She sighed languidly as she circled around.

Amid the chatter and lively bustling around her, there came a discernable clanking. And she knew what it was. The raging battle inside her conscience turned vapid.

Chink.. clink.. chink.. clink.. The sound rang through her ears. It was close. Just up ahead… it was getting closer. Estimation… five feet.. four feet.. three feet.. two.. feet…

Her head stayed low. Suddenly, she was in a trance. All thoughts diminished and all she could hear were the coins. The street became quiet and everything came in slow motion. Before she knew it, she had snatched the small bag of coins with a light-feathery touch just as it went soaring up the air.

I got it.. She almost couldn't believe it.

Not a second passed when she broke into swift strides, dodging, sidestepping, and bypassing people on impulse, as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

I got it..

The shapeless haze in her mind was ebbing away.

I got it!

She couldn't suppress the smile that slowly formed in her visage. She held the bag in a death grip without noticing. She was running swiftly on light steps, as if floating over ground. She turned the corner and then turned to another one. She was too giddy to just stop moving. Suddenly, she felt her cloak being tugged. Puzzlement replaced the smile that hung on her lips.

"Got you-" A manly voice echoed through her ear.

Her hood had slid down to her shoulders when she whipped her head to look around. She FROZE. Apparently, so did the man, who was clutching her arm with a tight grip. Got you.. the voice resounded once more inside her mind. She felt herself pale. She couldn't move.

Time stretched like a gum but quickly got back together as-

His mouth started to open. That seemed to have woken her body, and her knee shot up to his groin.. hard.

He let out a cry of pain. She stumbled for half a second then she ran for her life, not looking back.

Oh my god! She had just kneed a guy who had grabbed her arm. Oh my god! Holy Mother of Merlin's beard..

She ran and ran and then ran some more.

She didn't rest her worn-out legs until she got out of the Leaky Cauldron and across the busy London streets. When she finally caught up with her body's exhaustion, she fell on a heap at a bench, near the city park. She loosened her legs, arms, feet, and hands promptly after.

Clink.

She did not notice the odd looks people were throwing at her in a distance or the kids pointing and laughing in her direction from the muggle playground. She looked down to the ground, where a small bag tied by string lay above a dry patch of sunken grass. She stared at it, breathing heavily for a minute, until her heartbeat slowed down a great deal. She picked the small bag up by the string, only noticing then how much heavier it was than before, there must be like twenty shillings in there.

Sitting up more comfortably, she yanked at the string and poured the contents onto her palm. Her eyes almost went out from its sockets. A few of its contents slipped through her fingers and fell to the ground, there were at least ten gold coins and a few shillings that shone brightly in her scrawny little hands. It was more than what she had expected, a lot more than what she had hoped for. Her heart throbbed once more. She didn't want this much, she didn't need this much. A sick feeling erupted from her stomach, she felt queasy.

Oh no… what have I done!

End of Chapter..

A.N.: cough heehee reviewXD