a/n: hi im dobby. im kinda dead but i wrote a story from wizard hell. im currently satans bitch. hes pimpin. n/eway
heres my story. i hope u like it.
WHY I WEAR GLOVINS, NOT GLOVES, NOT MITTENS, GLOVINS!!!!
chapter 1: the beginning.
Hello my name is Lily Potter. Yes, I'm alive. I've been alive all this time. This is my story.
My husband and I lived happily in Godric's Hollow when that sonuvabitch Voldie roundhouse kicked his way into our humble abode and bitchslapped my boo, James.
What happened is that right after my boo died something magical happened. Time stopped. Of course I was upset over Jamsie dying but suddenly Severus Snape appeared in my house.
"Lily", he said, "Quick, take this". I knew from my amazing potions experience that it was Polyjuice.
"Ooh, Severus" I cooed, "You're just so… suave, whirling into my… house… like that. I knew I could bet on you." I hoped I said it sexily enough. Then he said,
"YOU CAN BET ON ME!," he exclaimed as he posed ala Zach Efron on the dirty kitchen floor.
Just then Cedric Diggory bust through my kitchen door, I recognized him because he looked liked his dad, Amos, who I dated in sixth year, but anyways…..
Cedric ran forward and exclaimed "I heard James Potter was dead! I'm here to take his body to Al Gore"
Al Gore. I dated him in sixth year too… That bald sparkling head, like a crystal ball… That round, protruding belly like a bowlful of jelly… Ohshi—I snapped out of my reverie and faced Cedric TRAGICALLY. "Yes…………………………………………. Jamsiepoppiesnooks is… dead." I murmured as a few tears made their way down my cheeks.
Just then I heard my baby-wabie Harry call me from upstairs. I ran quickly to the stairs but stopped. James' body was still laying in the hallway. A look of desperation was on his face.
I decided then that I would try my hardest to take James back from the dead.