"What is wrong with you?" I screamed, my hands balling into fists dangerously by my side.

"Me? What's wrong with you? You can't just hex me every time I come over, you know!" He barked his glasses falling down his slanted nose.

"I wouldn't have to hex your sorry ass Potter if you'd just get the point, I don't want to date you, I never want to date you," my voice was reaching fever point and I could feel Marlene bouncing on the balls of her feet nervously. Potter seemed just as furious his cheeks were layered with a thin sheen of red and his black windswept hair was standing up looking unkempt.

"Did it every cross your mind that I came over to actually speak you, god if maybe you'd stop being such a presumption bitch you'd actually like me!" Potter shrieked, I scoffed "Yeah right Potter, because I'm just dying to go out with someone who thinks I'm a bitch,"

"Screw you Evans!"

"Ughhh, you're infuriating," I yelled turning my back on the most exasperating boy I had ever met in my whole entire life to climb onto the Hogwarts Express. It seemed that now the whole school was used to the fighting and no one seemed concerned as I climbed on board my skin tingling with fury. Marlene was walking closely behind me her long blonde hair lying in its usual ringlets down her back, shaping her heart shaped face and oval electric blue eyes. She wasn't saying anything for once which I was grateful for my head was to full of Potter hate to even contemplate a conversation involving speaking quietly.

It didn't take me long to find our carriage, Frank Longbottom had his head poking out and a smile spread across his thin long features, his auburn hair was slicked back as normal- see it's not hard Potter to drag a comb through ones hair I thought bitterly. I shook my head free of all negative thoughts of that marauder and sank into the window seat, ready to finally go home.

"Why does Lily look like she's about to kill someone?" Mary asked Marlene her short black hair flicking around her coffee coloured face.

"I'm guessing Potter, he's the only one that can ever make Lily this hot and bothered," Alice smiled from beside Frank whose thumb was running along the palm of her hand causing her to blush and close her eyes simultaneously.

"I'm not hot and bothered over Potter," I snapped, running a hand over my tired face "and anyway I'm not the only one who gets annoyed by him, you've met him, he's so, well...Potter."

"I think he's nice," Alice added.

"Nice," I screeched "Alice a puppy is nice! Potter is not nice, trust me."

"Please can we not talk anymore about James, I'd rather discuss a more pressing matter, like when are we all going to meet up in the holidays," Jack Thomas added, he was already out of the Hogwarts uniform and slouching in the corner his hood pulled tightly over his head.

"Deal," Everyone chorused but me.

"Lily?" Jack prodded his dark brown eyes flared by long black eyelashes,

"Fine," I agreed, nodding for emphasise, I let out a sigh of relief, I had the whole holidays without seeing Potter what could be more brilliant than this.


I was sitting on the kitchen counter my legs swinging back and forth lazily as Mum, Dad and I passed plates between one and another in a methodical pattern, Dad washed I dried and Mum put away, as always.

"We have something to tell you?" Mum said casually, turning her back on me, I glanced at Dad quizzically and caught him snickering into the soapy water.

"What?" I enquired cautiously, Mum waited a few more plated before she finally spoke, "well you're not going to like it,"

"She's going to hate it!" Dad laughed, flicking bubbles at me.

"Just tell me already!" I said my voice rising anxiously,

"Vernon is coming and staying for two weeks when we get back from our holiday." I froze "What? No, I hate Vermin,"

"Lilly!" Mum shrieked

"What?" I yelled

"You can't call him Vermin!" She scolded

"Dad calls him that,"

"Harold!"

"Thanks Lily," Dad whispered his eyes shining playfully,

"You just want me to be miserable," I whined, jumping off the counter and landing on the wooden floor, Dad chuckled "We don't want you to be miserable Lily, we just don't want Petunia to think we don't like Vermi-Vernon,"

"But you don't like him," I said reminding Dad of all our inside jokes about the walrus that regularly visits Petunia,

"Of course your farther likes him, it's just they haven't found a common interest yet," Mum reasoned, her mousy brown hair falling out in tiny wisps from her bun.

"Sure, I'm going to my room, night." I rolled my eyes on the way out and climbed the stairs wearily, my clothes were still all packed in my trunk and I kicked it aside as I entered my room. Petunia was speaking loudly from her room down the hall her high pitched cadence giving me and instant headache, my teeth ground together and I flopped down on to my bed, I was never going to survive this family holiday, ever.


"LILY, GET OUT OF BED NOW!" Petunia hollered. I groaned and rolled around; my duvet was caught between my thighs and I untangled myself slowly. My alarm clock read three am and I cursed loudly, I only had an hour to get ready before we had to leave for the airport. I dashed for the bathroom my wild fiery crimson hair flying behind me. It didn't take me long to shower and dry my hair before I was frantically emptying the remains of my clothes (not in my suitcase) onto the floor.

"Lily, are you ready?" Dad asked from the bottom of the stairs,

"I have nothing to wear," I shouted back hysterically, my long wavy hair sprawling down my back and across my face, I brushed it out of my eyes angrily.

"I told you to plan what you wanted to wear last night, this always happens," Mum lectured, I heard her huff sparingly as her footsteps faded away. I groaned and stared at all my left over clothes thrown onto the floor and then I had a brilliant idea. I mean I'm not one to brag about brilliant ideas but this- this was pure genius.

I sneaked out into the hallway in jeans and a bra and glanced cautiously around. Fortunately everyone was downstairs and that left me with an opportunity I could not ignore. I tore down the corridor and slammed Petunias bedroom door shut (once I was safely inside of course) and then I strategically plucked an ivy green top from her wardrobe and slipped it on.

The top fit perfectly and had a modest neck that showed just enough of my B cup breasts without making me feel like I was exposing an unnecessary amount of flesh, the cotton felt smooth and soft against my skin which clearly indicated that Petunia had spent a good deal on this top; a pang of guilt quickly engulfed my brain, allowing a frown to creep its way onto my porcelain skin; but that only lasted a fraction of a second before I had my coat in hand and was dragging my suitcase unsuccessfully down the cream carpeted stairs.

"Finally, freak," Petunia sneered and I glowered furiously at her from the other side of the car.

"Petunia! Be nice, right everyone in," Dad said slamming the car boot down and making his way to the front of the car. I did as I was told and just slipped in, it would take us an hour and a half to get to the airport so I made sure I was comfortable, my knees resting on the back of mums chair. We had only got ten minutes down the road before Petunia let out an ear piercing scream.

"Jesus!" Dad swore as he flinched from the driving seat.

I glanced sheepishly through my ginger hair to see Petunia red in the face, her hands balled up into clamps by her side. Her medium length blonde hair was static from the friction of her seat behind her and it only seemed to make her appearance even more terrifying and kind of humorous at the same time.

"Get out of my top, right now!" Petunia shrieked lunging from her position in the car to grab me; I leaned back into the car door as far as I could to escape her evil clutches.

"Come here!" she all but exploded her words turning into an array of anger.

"Yeah like I'm going to come willing to you, what are you crazy?" I spluttered, shrinking further from her,

"Girls, stop fighting," Mum pleaded her palms massaging the lines in her forehead.

"I told you not to wear any of my stuff!" my dearest sister huffed, "You are such a hypocrite, you ALWAYS wear my clothes when I'm at school and I'm pretty sure you were wearing my sandals yesterday," I replied, staring back at my sister with the same defiance.

"Ughh just get out of my top now!"

"I'm not going to the airport in my bra,"

"Well you're not going in that top, I'm telling you that now!"

"Oh come on, don't be such a,"

"This conversation is over," Dad yelled from behind the wheel "Petunia: it's only a top, your sister is wearing it for now and Lily; ask your sister next time, okay girls?"

Silence-

"Okay girls?" Dad repeated.

"Fine," I whispered

"Whatever," Petunia huffed.

"I swear we are never going on holiday again," Mum sighed a shaky half laugh catching the edges of her words.