Chapter: INTRODUCTION/? ["These Sweet Beginnings"]
Author: Pooki Ze Great
Fandom: Harry Potter - Marauders Era
Email: his_stupid_girl@hotmail.com
Chapter Summary: 'I, Lily Jennifer Evans, will get James Potter back if it's the last thing I do.'
Chapter Warnings: None
Archiving: LiveJournal, The Brat Fae Presents: If It's The Last Thing I Do, The Pit of Voles ... other than that ask first
Disclaimer: Any and all things and people you recognise in this fic belong to JK Rowling [author of the Harry Potter series] or some other person. I am only responsible for the original characters in this fic. I am making no profit from writing this fanfiction, I am only having fun.
Chapter Rating: G
Chapter Pairing(s): None
Feedback: Yes please. CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM is welcome. FLAMES will be laughed at and poked in a semi-bored manner.
A/N: This first chapter is simply written and not too descriptive, because I'm trying to keep a child-like air to it. This chapter is hereby dedicated to sappy love songs you really don't want to like but secretly do and listen to when you're sure no one who'll tease you about it is around.
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INTRODUCTION
These Sweet Beginnings
A young, chubby girl walked down the street, carefully tiptoe-ing along the edge of the sidewalk and licking up the sugary rivers running down from her ice cream and onto her hands.
The sun shone brightly down, lighting her rosy cheeks and glinting in her frizzy dark red hair as she gazed down at her spotless new black dress shoes and the white lace of her brand new dress socks.
She was still looking at her shoes, brow furrowed in concentration, when the ice cream cone smashed into her face.
She rubbed the biggest globs of chocolate off of her face and looked wildly around, eyes flashing with fear as she stared desperately, looking everywhere to try and see what had made the ice cream fly out of her hand, but there was no one.
Suddenly, she heard a cackle of hysterical laughter and she wheeled around, the white cloth and purple lace of the skirt of her dress flaring as she span on the spot to see an upper body hanging upside down from an apple tree, hazel eyes squeezed tight with laughter and jet black hair even messier than ever as the boy who the upper body belonged to shook with laughter, hanging by his legs from a low-hung branch.
James Thomas Potter.
The bane of her existence.
The face which swam with a menacing grin behind her eyes as she cried herself to sleep at night.
The voice which called her fat, ugly, stupid, and useless.
The reason she believed those things.
She didn't know how, but that ice cream flying into her face was his fault. Bad, weird things always happened to her when James Potter was around. Like the time her dress split apart at the seams as she timidly crept by his 5th birthday party, trying to go unnoticed. Or last year before 1st grade pictures were taken, the morning of picture day her face had turned puke green and it wouldn't go back to normal for a week. But then, one time not so long ago, when she had somehow ended up covered in slime, and James had (as always) been laughing hysterically, instead of her usual hurt, fear, and sadness, she had been angry. Very angry. Very very angry. Then all of a sudden he had been hanging upside down.
She had no idea how that had happened, but she wasn't complaining.
And here she was, 6 and a half years old, with chocolate ice cream all over her best dress, and James had just fallen from the tree, he was laughing so hard.
She clenched her fists and glared angrily at him.
"JAMES POTTER I HATE YOU!" she shrieked, barely managing to hold back a wave of sickened, angry tears and biting her lip so hard she could taste blood - then all of a sudden her mouth was hanging wide open because James had been lifted off the ground and slammed suddenly into the apple tree, sliding slowly down to rest at its base unconsious, a trickle of blood streaming slowly down from his hairline.
She stared blankly at his limp form for a moment before fear struck and she bolted off, short, stubby legs carrying her as fast as they could until she collapsed a good 8 blocks away against a park bench, breathing hard.
She massaged the stitch in her side as the tears finally broke through and flowed freely down her cheeks, shaking with loud hiccoughs and sobs.
Oh, she HATED James Potter, but she was going to be in ever SO MUCH trouble now!!! Her best dress ruined, her dress shoes all scuffed up from running, and a bloody lip, and him unconsious and hurt ... What would her mother say?
She sobbed even harder, the hard wood corner of the bench drilling into her temple, and made a silent vow to herself.
'I, Lily Jennifer Evans, will get James Potter back if it's the last thing I do.'
Author: Pooki Ze Great
Fandom: Harry Potter - Marauders Era
Email: his_stupid_girl@hotmail.com
Chapter Summary: 'I, Lily Jennifer Evans, will get James Potter back if it's the last thing I do.'
Chapter Warnings: None
Archiving: LiveJournal, The Brat Fae Presents: If It's The Last Thing I Do, The Pit of Voles ... other than that ask first
Disclaimer: Any and all things and people you recognise in this fic belong to JK Rowling [author of the Harry Potter series] or some other person. I am only responsible for the original characters in this fic. I am making no profit from writing this fanfiction, I am only having fun.
Chapter Rating: G
Chapter Pairing(s): None
Feedback: Yes please. CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM is welcome. FLAMES will be laughed at and poked in a semi-bored manner.
A/N: This first chapter is simply written and not too descriptive, because I'm trying to keep a child-like air to it. This chapter is hereby dedicated to sappy love songs you really don't want to like but secretly do and listen to when you're sure no one who'll tease you about it is around.
***
INTRODUCTION
These Sweet Beginnings
A young, chubby girl walked down the street, carefully tiptoe-ing along the edge of the sidewalk and licking up the sugary rivers running down from her ice cream and onto her hands.
The sun shone brightly down, lighting her rosy cheeks and glinting in her frizzy dark red hair as she gazed down at her spotless new black dress shoes and the white lace of her brand new dress socks.
She was still looking at her shoes, brow furrowed in concentration, when the ice cream cone smashed into her face.
She rubbed the biggest globs of chocolate off of her face and looked wildly around, eyes flashing with fear as she stared desperately, looking everywhere to try and see what had made the ice cream fly out of her hand, but there was no one.
Suddenly, she heard a cackle of hysterical laughter and she wheeled around, the white cloth and purple lace of the skirt of her dress flaring as she span on the spot to see an upper body hanging upside down from an apple tree, hazel eyes squeezed tight with laughter and jet black hair even messier than ever as the boy who the upper body belonged to shook with laughter, hanging by his legs from a low-hung branch.
James Thomas Potter.
The bane of her existence.
The face which swam with a menacing grin behind her eyes as she cried herself to sleep at night.
The voice which called her fat, ugly, stupid, and useless.
The reason she believed those things.
She didn't know how, but that ice cream flying into her face was his fault. Bad, weird things always happened to her when James Potter was around. Like the time her dress split apart at the seams as she timidly crept by his 5th birthday party, trying to go unnoticed. Or last year before 1st grade pictures were taken, the morning of picture day her face had turned puke green and it wouldn't go back to normal for a week. But then, one time not so long ago, when she had somehow ended up covered in slime, and James had (as always) been laughing hysterically, instead of her usual hurt, fear, and sadness, she had been angry. Very angry. Very very angry. Then all of a sudden he had been hanging upside down.
She had no idea how that had happened, but she wasn't complaining.
And here she was, 6 and a half years old, with chocolate ice cream all over her best dress, and James had just fallen from the tree, he was laughing so hard.
She clenched her fists and glared angrily at him.
"JAMES POTTER I HATE YOU!" she shrieked, barely managing to hold back a wave of sickened, angry tears and biting her lip so hard she could taste blood - then all of a sudden her mouth was hanging wide open because James had been lifted off the ground and slammed suddenly into the apple tree, sliding slowly down to rest at its base unconsious, a trickle of blood streaming slowly down from his hairline.
She stared blankly at his limp form for a moment before fear struck and she bolted off, short, stubby legs carrying her as fast as they could until she collapsed a good 8 blocks away against a park bench, breathing hard.
She massaged the stitch in her side as the tears finally broke through and flowed freely down her cheeks, shaking with loud hiccoughs and sobs.
Oh, she HATED James Potter, but she was going to be in ever SO MUCH trouble now!!! Her best dress ruined, her dress shoes all scuffed up from running, and a bloody lip, and him unconsious and hurt ... What would her mother say?
She sobbed even harder, the hard wood corner of the bench drilling into her temple, and made a silent vow to herself.
'I, Lily Jennifer Evans, will get James Potter back if it's the last thing I do.'