A/N: Hi everyone. Lauren here. Hope you enjoy this funny ickle idea that came to my mind!!!!!!
Summary: Revenge is sweet. Bide your time and your opponent will never know what has hit them. Get your own back, for the good of you and your side.
Revenge can be taken for a serious matter, or a childish game. Or both can be mixed, giving you a battle, a dangerous war.
The war can be even more dangerous, when you have two magical teenagers who have more power than they know of, constantly getting you into the middle of world war 3 and a half.
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Revenge
Revenge is sweet. Bide your time and your opponent will never know what has hit them. Get your own back, for the good of you and your side.
Revenge can be taken for a serious matter, or a childish game. Or both can be mixed, giving you a battle, a dangerous war.
The war can be even more dangerous, when you have two magical teenagers who have more power than they know of, constantly getting you into the middle of world war 3 and a half.
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"Potter, I swear! You don't know what's coming to you!"
"Yeah I do! You've done it 50 times before!"
It started in our first year. He was trouble-making, popular kid and I was the outsider. I was alone, friendless, but smart. He and his friends called me a teachers pet. I secretly swore to get him back one day.
In our third year, I managed to. He and his friends were giving their usual name calling punishment to me, childish and immature names that didn't annoy me that much. Still, I saw it as the perfect chance. I snapped. I screamed his name across the hall, whipped out my wand and jinxed him, hexed him and cursed him as much as I could.
I received my first detention, but definitely not my last.
I had started a war. It was one of the most famous in Hogwarts, according to some of the teachers.
He was James Potter. Black hair that was forever messy and icy blue eyes, behind small round glasses. A witty fifth year with looks to die for, he was a star quidditch player-he played chaser- and he was extremely popular and very smart. I hated his guts.
I was geeky Lily Evans. Bright red hair and strange emerald green eyes, hidden behind round, black glasses. Smart, witty and an outsider, people either picked on me or just ignored me.
What a wonderful life I had.
In our 7th year, we hadn't changed one bit. I still had no friends and apparently, no existence in the world to anyone but the teachers, the headmaster and that idiotic James Potter.
If anyone actually did know that I was alive, apart from the staff and the enemy, I was known as 'that smart girl' or 'Flitwicks' pet'.
It wasn't my fault that I excelled in Charms class. Professor Flitwick, the charms teacher knew that and so, of course, I was labelled 'Teachers pet'.
Why am I telling you about my non-existence?
It's simply because, in my 7th year at Hogwarts School of witchcraft and wizardry, everything changed.
It could have been the best year, or the worst year of my life, depending on how you look at it. I'm not sure how I see it, I just no that it was a very special year. One that I know I'll never forget…
So, to summarise the big long thing I was about to say,
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