Author's note: Since I got so much feedback for this story, I decided to put up the first chapter today. I apologize in advance if any of the charafters seem OOC to you. This is just the way I imagine them :). Okay, this has extremely mild slashy content. Meaning that unless you have super sensitive slash detectors, than you will probably miss it. And it mentions incest. One-sided, though.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, or anything, for that matter. If I owned it, why would I be writing fan fiction?
"LILY LUNA POTTER! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?" I heard Mum shriek, sounding horrifyingly like Grandma, from inside my bedroom.
Putting down my book, I walked to the side rail of the stairs to see what Mum was so uptight about. I was not prepared for what I saw when I looked at my sister.
"I got my lip pierced," Lily said in a tone that clearly stated 'Mum-you're-stupid'. "Duh."
"Don't you dare 'duh' me, young lady!" Mum's voice now sounded calmer, but her face was almost the color of her hair. "You told me you were going over to Rose's!"
"I lied." I could tell Lily bit back another 'duh'.
"And what happened to your hair? It was beautiful." Mum now picked up a blacklock rather than the usual red.
"I dyed it." Lily rolled her eyes; not a smart move.
"Do not roll your eyes at me, and stop speaking like those Americans! Accent, lingo, all of it! You are not one!"
"Whatever."
"See what I mean? You are not a foreigner! You are British."
I suddenly heard a low whistle behind me; James.
"Whoa, sis. What happened to you?"
This earned another eye roll, though now directed at our elder brother. "I dyed my hair and got a piercing, dumbass."
"STOP WITH THE AMERICAN SWEARING! STOP WITH EVERYTHING!" yelled Mum, "LILY, GO TAKE THAT RIDICULOUS PIECE OF METAL OUT OF YOUR LIP NOW! James, Albus, this is between your sister and I; go back to your rooms."
"Sounded like this was going to involve Dad, too," Lily said, voice dripping with disrespect. She was so dead.
"Don't give me any of your smart-mouth, Lily Luna! What did I say before? Go take that piece of rubbish out of your lip!"
"Actually, you said 'metal' not rubbi-"
"GO!"
"Whatever Mom," said Lily, using an American accent while pushing James and I up the stairs on her way to her bedroom.
"STOP WITH THE FOREIGN ACCENT!" Mum yelled, and then continued in a lower voice, "Just wait until your father gets home."
I headed back to my room with James following me. I sat down on my bed, picking up my book, and pretending to read, hoping this would get him to leave. However, he just sat there like the cocky berk he was, and stared at me.
"What do you want, James?" I asked, looking over the top of my book.
"Lily's in for the longest lecture ever from Dad. I swear, his talks are longer, not to mention way more boring, than Binns'."
"How did I know you'd want to gossip about our lovely sister?"
"Hey, I'm just saying. You don't need to get your pants in a twist."
"I'm sorry. I kinda just feel like... like I've somehow always known this would happen."
"This conversation?"
"No, you dolt. Lily, the direction she's going in, the path she's chosen-"
"And all that other crap that no one cares about but you and Mum. Got it," James said.
"Not like you'd care. All you ever care about is how much of a cocky bas-" At that moment, James started snickering. "What the hell is so funny?"
"N-nothing," he said, laughing through his nose, or something like that.
"Cocky? Only you would find that funny, you wanker."
"Me? Wanking? Pff, like I would ever need to wank. I have girls who want to shag me all the time."
"If you mean your 'fan club' that consists of Roxanne, ew, and Rose's friend, whatever her name is, than yeah, you've got hundreds of girls flanking to your side."
"Roxanne likes me?"
"And she's your cousin!" I made fake gagging sounds.
"Oh, that Roxanne."
"No, the Roxanne that is the daughter of Gregory Goyle! Of course that Roxanne, you git!"
"How come almost every other sentence you say to me always is 'you' and then an insult?"
"How come every conversation I have with you turns into sex?" This time, however, James didn't start laughing, but looked at me... strangely. "I didn't mean that! I meant it turns into us talking about sex."
"Well then why don't you say what you mean?" James asked, much more serious than he was before.
"Merlin, do you have to be such a pervert?"
"Trust me, Al, you don't know what a pervert I am."
"I think I have a pretty good idea."
James looked at me with this strange look in his eye, then went on to say, "No, you really don't. You think Roxanne is pretty messed up, right?"
I nodded.
"Trust me, I'm much worse than she is. Hell, I'm a sodding... I can't think of a word horrible enough."
"You can't have done anything that bad, James."
"It's not what I've physically done, Al. It's what I think, dream; you don't understand."
"How do you know? You say you're worse than Roxanne? I mean, the only think that would be worse is... Merlin! You don't fancy Lily, do you?"
"No! I mean, she's my sister."
"Well, then it can't be that bad. C'mon, what is it? You can tell me."
"No, Al. I'm afraid I can't." James got up, walked out of my room, and closed the door behind him.
I just sat there, staring at where he walked out, pondering what could be worse than wanting a cousin, such as Roxanne did, but less than wanting Lily. Then again, I thought, He never said it was less worse than fancying Lily. He just said he didn't like her. What in Merlin's name could be worse than wanting to shag your cousin, but not wanting to shag your only sister?
Plus, why did he get so weird after me mentioning sex? I mean, he's not normally like that, right?
For once in my life, I couldn't figure out a puzzle.
Author's note: What did you think? Love it, hate it? I am planning on putting up the next chapter on the fifteenth.
