So I absolutely love this chapter cause I get to make James Potter look like a dick ;) LoL! anyway, here's the long awaited chapter. Yea, I'm making this agnst...but hey, I kind of like it like this, and I think you guys will too. Anyways, don't forget to check out my blog!

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Chapter 1: James, the stupid playboy


The Gryffindor common room in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was filled with squeals as a certain brown haired boy walked in. His hair was a normal boy hair cut, which reached to his ears. It was short, with some falling on his gorgeous and flawless face, and gleamed in the sun. The boy flashed a pearly white smile, which sent the girls swooning. The only one not swooning was 15 year old Elizabeth Wood.

She had grown over the years, with her hourglass figurine, her gorgeous, thin, legs, and beautiful model face. Her hair was pin straight and slung over her left shoulder, and she was currently engrossed in her favorite book. Suddenly the book was grabbed from her hands. It took her but one second to look up and see a smirking James Potter. Elizabeth growled and spat an unladylike curse word.

"Give me the book, James," she said in her sugar sweet voice. Some were watching in awe as she defiantly stood her ground. James' smirk broadened.

"Go out on a date with me?" he asked, flicking his hair. Elizabeth scoffed.

"I'd rather kiss a troll," she spat, then made a beeline for her book. All the girls gasped; no one ever said no to James Potter. James, who apparently thought the same thing, moved it out of her grasp.

"Come on babe, just one date!" he crooned. Elizabeth stomped on his foot. He cringed in pain but didn't let go. Elizabeth punched him in the stomach, knocking the wind out of him. He gasped and let go of the book. Elizabeth simply smiled, grabbed her book, and sat back on her comfy seat.

"When hell freezes over James. That's when I'll go out with you," she growled and settled back into a peaceful posture and began reading again.


James leaned back on the headboard of his bed. How dare that girl say no! He was irresistible and no one said no to James Potter. He scoffed. James didn't even know why he was mooning upon this subject. There were tons of girls who were willing to go out with him. Why, he would even go a step further. Of course he wasn't a virgin anymore. James smirked smugly to himself; there were so many hot girls in Hogwarts, that it was impossible not to go intimate.

"Dude, who was the chick I asked out?" James asked his best mate, Lance. Lance shook his head.

"Dunno mate, but she was hot! But the hottie has no friends, apparently. She's like a sexy lone wolf," he smirked then chuckled. James shook his head at his best friend. He and Lance had been best friends since first year. They had been through everything together. They also shared a passion/love for girls/women. Of course James was the #1 player and bad boy in his year. He'd even admit it. His current goal was to date every single girl in his year. James sighed and shook his head.

"Whatever, let's just start our homework," James sighed and the two of them got up and picked up their books.


"So tell me why you hate my cousin again?" an orange haired girl asked for the millionth time. Elizabeth sighed and moved her hair onto one side of her shoulder.

"Because Rose; he's a pompous, selfish, arrogant jerk who thinks he's all that just because of his looks. He thinks that he can get any girl to melt in his arms just with one smoldering look and because he and his best friend STOLE MY HOMEWORK OUT OF MY HANDS AND STILL HAVE IT!" she exploded. Rose smirked.

"And cause he's number 1 in the class," she practically sang and broke off as she felt Elizabeth slap her arm lightly.

"Yeah, yeah, that reason too..." Elizabeth grumbled. "But the only reason he's number one is because he steals and copies other people's homework every day! But I need my homework! That essay is due tomorrow and it's worth half my grade!" she wailed. Rose sighed and got up.

"Come on; let's go have a friendly chat with my cousin,"


"James Sirius Potter!" Rose screeched and James jumped out of his seat.

"What the bloody hell? Are you trying to murder me?" James gasped and Rose punched his arm.

"Give me the homework," she sighed, putting her hand out. James crossed his arms and shook his head defiantly.

"I'm doing my own homework," he protested.

"I know you're copying," Rose said.

"Says who?" James scoffed. He arrogantly flipped his hair and nonchalantly leaned on the table. Elizabeth walked forward.

"Says me and unless you want to get beat up again, I suggest you hand me the essay," Elizabeth growled, her eyes flashing. James seemed to shrink under her glare and handed her essay over. Elizabeth punched him again and left mumbling random curses under her mouth and smirked as she heard him wail in pain.

As she walked back to the common room, she was lost in thought. From the moment she heard the name James Sirius Potter, she had flashbacks from eight years ago when her family had invited the Potters to dinner. She had been astounded, to say the least, when she met James face to face. The two had bickered over almost everything and it wasn't a surprise that James didn't remember her after eight years or so. Every year they had been in Hogwarts, and before she had moved away, James and his stupid friends would make fun of her for no apparent reason. Elizabeth was obviously sick of it, but she knew there was no way to stop it. They, mainly James, had terrorized and bullied her, causing her to retreat to her house.

That was practically the whole reason Elizabeth hated James. He had everything he wanted; a loving family, parents who were by his side his whole childhood and a house where everything seemed comfy and not vastly empty. And in spite of that, he still took advantage of it. The black haired girl darkly chuckled as she thought about her house. At times, she couldn't even call it a house. It was more of a prison that resembled a black hole. She was so alone and being in her own house scared her. Elizabeth loved her two siblings dearly but they really didn't help soothe the pain. She loved them like they were her own children. It was then that Elizabeth realized she was at her room. Shaking her head and ridding it of the dark brooding thoughts, Elizabeth walked in and got ready to go to bed.

The next morning, it was DOTDA class and James and Elizabeth were partners. Elizabeth and James walked up, bowed, and walked back to their original spots. They turned around. Elizabeth glared daggers at James, the thoughts of last night rushing to her. Arrogant, pompous, self-centered, good-for-nothing, lying, cheating...chains of words were swarming her mind as she bared her teeth at him and growled a low growl. His signature smirk was etched onto his flawless face and his normally aloof body was unusually straight. Elizabeth knew that this was a class that he took extremely seriously, yet he was number two in the class while she was number one. And this was one time where she was going to prove that she deserved the top spot.

"Wingardian Leviosa!" Elizabeth screamed and James' wand flew out of his hands and into the air. "Avio!" she cried and a flock of white birds shot out of her wand.

"Reducio!" James countered and the birds became small. Everyone was watching the duel by now.

"Rictusempra!" Elizabeth smiled and James started laughing hysterically as the tickling spell hit him. James continued to laugh and laugh. Through his laughing spell, he managed to yell out a spell.

"Slugulus Eructo!" James laughed. Elizabeth panicked.

"Furnunculus!" she countered and the spells hit each other. Elizabeth burped then started to retch slugs as James laughed. But he suddenly sobered as a girl screamed and he looked into a nearby mirror to see horrible boils appear on his face.

"Get her a bucket!" someone screamed as Elizabeth continued to vomit slugs. James began to moan.

"My face! My beautiful face!" he started to scream. The guys started to laugh since James always stole the girls away from him. James continued to scream about his 'wonderful, beautiful, face', not even giving the retching Elizabeth the time of day. Then everyone started to laugh at Elizabeth since they found her retching slugs amusing.

"This isn't funny! Stop laughing this instant! Don't you guys know that something horrible can happen if she doesn't get the right medication? She can probably go unconscious or something worse!" Professor Defensor shrieked. "Lee, Gregory, get them to the infirmary!" the professor snapped and the two students immediately took James and Elizabeth to Madame Parvati.


Now cured from his boils, James guiltily watched the girl next to him retch the slugs. It had been going on for two hours now. He thought back to the time his father told him the story of how his Uncle Ron had gone through the same thing. His father had claimed it had only lasted for about an hour. James looked at her once again and flipped his hair. Her forehead was covered in sweat and her skin was pale and pasty. She moaned and dipped her head back only to fling it forward once again. James winced at her retching and closed his eyes.

"Are you going to stop anytime soon?" he asked and the sickly black haired girl snapped her head up. Her eyes were full of anger as she took in the one again arrogant cocky face. His arms and legs were crossed and his eyes were half lidded.

"Shut the bloody hell-" she gasped as she retched once again. "-up Potter. No one bloody likes you. Don't you have other people to terrorize?" she snapped and James cocked an eyebrow. "Why are you still here?" she growled as she noticed that he hadn't moved an inch. James smirked once more.

"I felt guilty, so I decided to stay. You know, join the pity party," he chuckled to himself but sobered when he saw Elizabeth's icy glare. It wasn't like her normal glare, but it was much meaner and it made his insides shiver. James noticed her fists were clenching then opening then clenching again. She blinked a few times as she attempted to calm herself down to no avail.

"I don't need your damn sympathy. Now go screw around with a girl or something," Elizabeth growled and James had the impression that she was part werewolf since she liked to growl so much. Her auburn gold eyes had turned into chips and her glare seemed to penetrate James' body.

"Alright, alright, I'll leave for now. But I'll be back," he winked and Elizabeth rolled her eyes once more, wondering why she was cursed to have James of all people terrorize her on a daily basis.

-0-Flashback-0-

A little black haired girl was swinging all alone on the rickety old swing in the park. The crisp autumn breeze ruffled her hair and the vibrant red and orange leaves shifted as the branches groaned. The girl closed her eyes and swung, imagining that she was flying, far, far, away from her horrid life. Her once neat hair now flapped behind her as her legs pumped her and made her swing higher. Suddenly the picture broke and the once serene park was now filled with laughter as she caught a face full of dirt. The little girl stood up and rubbed her eyes for dirt had gotten in them. Her knees were full of scratches and her elbows and part of her knees were bleeding. Her hair was full of leaves and was tangled and her clothes were ripped. The people laughed again.

"Oh look, it's the little baby who has no friends!" a boy with equally dark hair cooed and mockingly rubbed his eyes and made whimpering noises. The little girl growled lowly. The boy's friends laughed like idiots. "Going to go home a cry to Mummy?" he cooed mockingly and the little girl got tears in her eyes, not because of them, but because thinking of what she could have done if her mother wasn't home. The boys once again howled in laughter at her dirt encrusted face and the little girl immediately wiped her eyes with her muddy sleeve...

-0-Flashback-0-

Elizabeth now walked more briskly, ignoring the calls from Rose and Scorpius, Rose's crush and the son of Draco Malfoy. Her eyes were burning and she furiously rubbed away the oncoming tears. Her throat constricted and she fought to suppress her sob. Elizabeth tried to distract herself, for she had sworn to never cry again, but instead found herself drowning in the memories of her horrid childhood.

-0-Flashback-0-

The little girl sat in the bathroom as she applied rubbing alcohol to her cuts and wounds. The bathroom she was currently in had a window that faced the house of her next door neighbor, the boy and his friends who had just bullied her in the park. She applied more of the alcohol and let her five year old siblings put band-aids on her. She smiled and ruffled their hair.

"Lithabeth?" the little girl asked, obviously not pronouncing the name right because she had a lisp. The girl who was now identified as Elizabeth looked down at her kid sister who was like a carbon copy of her. The little girl had the same exact black hair only shorter and more curlier and her body build was the same; they even had some of the same facial features. The only difference was that the younger of the two girls had her father's eyes instead of Elizabeth, who had her deceased grandmother's eyes.

"Yes, Simone?" Elizabeth answered at Simone who was looking up at her worriedly.

"Why do you have all these cuts?" she asked and Elizabeth looked down for a moment before looking up embarrassedly.

"I sort of fell down while I was at the park. Nothing happened here while I was away, right?" Elizabeth panicked and the little girl nodded, completely buying the excuse, and answered with a 'nope' with the 'p' popping at the end. Simone's twin brother shook his tiny head and Elizabeth averted her gaze back at the floor once more as she realized that her little brother didn't buy her excuse.

"But you have cuts everywhere on your body Elizabeth!" he exclaimed and Elizabeth sighed deeply, trying to calm the boiling anger inside of her.

"Ok, I'm sorry I lied, Aaron. I tripped! I tripped three times and I got these cuts! Are you happy with my answer?" she snapped but regretted it as the sensitive Aaron hung his head down, his dark brown hair casting a shadow over his eyes. "I'm sorry...I'm just...never mind. Go play with the kids next door, ok? Be careful though," she warned and the two kids nodded, bounding away. Elizabeth waited until they left then sank down on the floor sighing, wondering why she was cursed to have James Potter terrorize her on a daily basis...

-0-Flashback-0-

Elizabeth darkly chuckled and shook her head. It was a question that she never ceased to keep asking herself. Why would James, James Potter, make fun of her daily. Only here, it seemed worse. She was like a thing, a possession that was fun to 'toy with'. No, indeed, Elizabeth was not oblivious to the fact that guys only like her because she was good looking. It had never really occurred to her that this was true, but she knew that people would never want to be her friend if they found out who she really was. Elizabeth sighed again, feeling the tears coming again. She hung her head down as she half-heartedly picked up the novel she was trying to read and waited for the next day of torture to come.


Wow, major angst. Didn't realize it until I read it over...but I still like it! Read and Review! :) I have midterms next week so I'll update as much as I can before I start cramming (which I'm already doing)

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