A/N: Hey. I know, this took so Long!!! But I didn't get many reviews…in fact only three…and I didn't feel encouraged to write more. But Here it is!
Kings, Fights and Falling in Love
Harry walked inside the Charms classroom with Lily and sat down in the front of the classroom. He realized he didn't have a backpack or a wand. Oh God. I hope this works. He wordlessly summoned his wand and backpack and waited. For what seemed like 3 seconds, Harry waited, crossing his fingers. Then, his wand and backpack flew in through the open window. Harry grinned and caught his belongings. Lily looked at him.
"Good nonverbal spell, Harry!" she said, smiling. Harry grinned even bigger, it felt so great to be sitting down with his mom. She was just like he had expected her to be. Beautiful, kind, loving and intelligent. Just then, Sirius and James walked in, in a, shall I say, flourishing way. James flicked his wand and a red carpet rolled on the floor in front of them, twisting along the desks and stopping at theirs. Then, Sirius flicked his wand and two golden crowns appeared on their heads. They read, 'James Potter: King of Quidditch' and 'Sirius Black: King of Hogwarts!' James frowned.
"Sirius, why does yours say King of Hogwarts? It's supposed to say King of Babes!" he exclaimed indignantly at his friend. Sirius smirked,
"Well, I thought it would add an extra spark to my status on top of you, and you know it's true." He said. James rolled his eyes and murmured something under his breath, unnoticed by Sirius. Harry saw Sirius' golden crown turn into a dung one that spelled, 'Sirius Black: King of Morons'. Harry couldn't help but laugh, his dad was so immature. For goodness sake, they were sixteen!
Lily hadn't moved in the whole process, she had her eyes on a book and was taking notes furiously. Harry's gaze followed James and Sirius around the classroom before they stopped where Lily and Harry where sitting. Sirius sniffed the air,
"Something smells bad. Really bad." He commented. Then he felt a drop of dung slip from his head and onto his nose.
"AAARGGGGHHH!!!!! EWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!! PRONGS I AM GOING TO KILL YOU!!!" he shouted, running out of the classroom frantically, receiving various laughs from the onlookers. James grinned and faced Harry.
"What are you doing here? Why are you sitting with her? GET AWAY FROM HER!" he said, glaring at Harry. Harry cringed,
"Look, da-James. We must have started the wrong way because I see no reason why you should be screaming at me. I haven't done anything!" he said calmly. James' nostrils flared. He stole a look at Lily,
"It's Potter for you. And I don't know who you think you are but you don't talk to a Marauder that way. I scream at you if I feel like it, and what you've done wrong…it's more like the fact that you butted in my life, if you know what I mean." He said. Harry frowned,
"Oh yeah? Well I don't care! Marauder or not, you should at least pretend to be nice to people. Especially if you want to get them to like you. And I'm not talking about me!" Harry responded, his temper rising. James glared even harder at him. Harry didn't think that was possible. James made it so.
"ARE YOU NEW TO THIS WORLD? I AM JAMES POTTER! NO ONE DARES STAND UP TO ME! ESPECIALLY NOT SOMEONE WHO'S HANGING OUT WITH MY GIRLFRIEND!" James hollered. That took Lily's attention.
"I AM NOT YOUR FUCKING GIRLFRIEND, YOU IDIOT!" she screamed, slamming her book down hard on the table. James squinted his eyes at her,
"You will be. One day, you will learn to love me like I love you!" he replied quietly. Now it was Lily's turn for her nostrils to flare.
"FIRST OF ALL: I WON'T EVER BE YOU GIRLFRIEND, EVER! SECONDLY: YOU DON'T LOVE ME; YOU JUST WANT ME BECAUSE YOU THINK I'M PRETTY. Well, guess what? I DON'T LOVE YOU. I DON'T EVEN LIKE YOU! NOT ONE TINY BIT! I DESPISE YOU!" she screamed in his face. Harry couldv'e sworn he saw a flicker of hurt fly through James' eyes, but when he blinked again, they contained only pure hate.
"I don't even know why I still try. You are pretty, yes, but you were never, and will never be, nice to me.," he said, trying to maintain his voice calm. Harry gaped at the both of them. These can't be my parents. They can't have gotten married. No. Something's wrong here. James shot one last look at Harry and left. Lily turned back to her book right as Professor Flitwick came in. He was younger, not much, but younger. His hair wasn't as white or long and his wrinkles were less noticeable. Harry looked up at him as he stood on top of a pile of books. Harry poked Lily and whispered,
"Hey, the teacher's here. Don't worry about James, he still likes you." Lily smiled and hugged him,
"Thanks. It doesn't matter though. It'd be great for a change if he stopped asking me out." She replied. Harry nodded and looked back at James. Sirius was back, his hair was spotless and gelled back. James looked sullen and they were both whispering furiously. Harry turned back to look at the teacher and out of the corner of his eye, he saw Lily gazing at him adorably. Harry gulped. No. She can't like me. SHE CAN'T LIKE ME!
When the bell rang, the class went into commotion. James and Sirius jumped up and raced out of the classroom, Professor Flitwick tried to give out the homework,
"Students! Students! Practice the spell for home-Oh whatever…" he gave up. Lily packed up her things and waited for Harry. Then they both strolled to their next class, Defense against the Dark Arts. Harry couldn't help but notice Lily smiling to herself as she hummed and stole glances at him. Oh no. She likes me. She definitely likes me. Harry wasn't comfortable with this. I mean, she was his mom, yes, she was pretty and charming and smart but he couldn't fall in love with his mom, could he? He twitched and said,
"Hey, uh, Lily. I'm going to the bathroom okay? Meet you in class." He said, turning the opposite way. Lily stopped him,
"Do you know where the bathroom is? The class?" Harry nodded. Lily raised her eyebrows,
"Well then you should very well know that you're going the wrong way," she said, a smile playing on her lips. Harry stiffened. Right. Bathroom's that way. He turned and patted her on the back.
"Yup. Um, I just got lost for a moment" he replied dumbly, walking off towards the boys' bathroom. Lily stood there, watching after him. He started running when he knew he was out of sight. Harry raced to the moving staircases and ran down them to the second floor. He turned right and saw Dumbledore' gargoyle standing there. He ran up to it and tried,
"Chocolate Frogs? Lemon Pie? Sugar Quills? Yes!" and Harry now, walked, inside. He knocked the door quietly and Dumbledore said,
"Come in!" Harry opened the door and saw Dumbledore sitting in his desk, facing the other way.
"Professor Dumbledore!" He exclaimed. Dumbledore turned sharply and glared at Harry.
"Merlin's Beard! Who, who are you?" Harry walked closer to him,
"I'm Harry Potter. I come from 1987 and I'm Lily and James Potter's son." He replied quietly. Dumbledore's eyes widened.
"So, you mean to say, you are from the future! But, how? How did you do it? I myself have found it impossible!" he asked Harry.
"I don't know Professor. I was in my dormitory in my 6th year, and on the middle of the ceiling was a tile that was sort of moved. So I climbed into it and came here." He explained. Dumbledore scrutinized Harry,
"Yes, very well. I believe you. Now, as you should still be attending classes in your time, you will be required to attend to your classes as normal. I'm sure you find your mother to be quite a good friend, don't you?" Harry nodded,
"Yes, but, Professor? I-I think she likes me. Like, more than as a friend, I mean. A-And if she falls in love with me, fath-I mean, James won't be able to go out with her and marry her and have me! So I'll never be born! And I don't want to seem to be boasting but I am a very important individual to the Wizarding Community in the future" Harry said. Dumbledore nodded,
"Yes, I understand. Just don't try to get them together, Harry. That might only make things worse. Tell Lily the truth when you feel is right. I'm not sure how she'll take it. But anyways, I have some business to tend to. I wish you luck and see you some other time." He said. Harry smiled in appreciation and nervousness, then left the office.
A/N: So? How'd you like it? Review please!!!
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Ale