Joan

Oh, sun. It almost made me sing. But, as I'm not five anymore, I just smiles. Ha, and went to see my boyfriend.

Christmas's coming and I may even celebrate it at James' house. Wonderful! I was walking on the street, smiling (thought my father always say that young ladies have to stay moody on the streets.). When I saw something that made all the joy in my brain melt.

James' stupid neighbor was at the mansion – house front yard, sunk in James and Sirius' love. Hey! He has a girlfriend, hello!

"Hi." I said coldly, hoping that she would realize and stop to show off to my poor boyfriend.

When they saw me, James went purple, and Sirius interrupted the joke he was telling.

"Hi." I repeated.

"Oh, boys! I gotta go, Julie is about to get here!"

That's right, darling. Keep moving. Moooving!

"Lily! My love!"

"You freeze, Mister Potter."

The guys looked at each other. I don't like this.

"She's Joan. The neighbor."

"The hottie." Sirius completed.

"Sirius, shut up."

But James didn't want to argue, so he picked up my hand and we walked inside. Suddenly, Mrs. Potter gave me a bag of wizard balloons (they don't explode, and keep changing the colors!) for me to fill. Good excuse to keep my mouth shut and my brain working. I'm going to fill these balloons. I thought. And after that, I'm going to kill James. Good plan. Simple, easy to remember.

"Lily…" He started, when Sirius and Mrs. Potter left to buy some things at the Diagonal Alley.

"What you want?"

"See, Joan's out neighbor… She's not tryin' to approach with second thoughts…"

I stopped to blow inside the balloon and stared at him.

"I'm giving you one last chance."

He smiled and started to walk to me.

"So, love… We're alone. Sirius and mum aren't coming so soon…"

Of course I knew where he wanted to go. Actually, I did want us to get there. But there was a tiny problem. The Potter's house windows are really big. And my will of getting there wasn't bigger that the shame I would feel if Mrs. Potter saw us getting there.

"James… The window."

"What's up with the window?" He said, and kissed me.

I started to feel my body hotter than normal. Witch was good, because it was cold and I wasn't wearing a big coat and… FREEZE! No way. If Mrs. Potter sees up getting there? Not a good idea.

"James… I. Can't."

"Why?"

"Look at the size of the window. If your mother arrives and sees us and…"

"Ok. I know."

I did really like him saying this. But the way he said it wasn't good. Serious, it says anywhere that we gotta do whatever he wants every time? His mom giving him the infinity and beyond to him isn't good enough? Do I have to do this too?

I was going to give him a straight answer when we heard a funny giggling sound across the hedge, and he got up to see what it was (as if I didn't know who was the only person in the world who laughed just like if she had a rubber duck inside her throat)

I, stupidly, followed him. At Joan's front yard (really, is Joan even a human name?) I saw her talking to a girl, with brown hair, who wore square glasses. So her real hair is brown! I knew it!

"Who is this? Maybe her daughter…"

"No." said James. "She's her niece."

If I had something really heavy in my hand at that moment, I would've thrown in his head. But I had nothing, so I just turned and went to fill the balloons.

When Sirius and Mrs. Potter arriver, they must've been surprised with the way things were at the mansion – house, with me and James staring at each other coldly.

"Mrs. Potter. I. Have, Too. Go." I said, with no air of filling the balloons.

"But you won't stay for lunch, dear? James would love it!" She said, surprised.

I gazed at James, sarcastic.

"I think not."

Before I go, and had to see how my face was (I can't walk around strangely anymore. It already bad enough that my neighbors think I'm some kind of alien who doesn't care for cold). Red and my cheeks were purple. Great, Lily. You're doing just fine.

I tried to look like a human. When I was with my hands on the door, I heard James behind me:

"I love you."

I turned around, looking forward to throw the vase of whatever dynasty that his mum had at the hall, but he was looking at me with that stupid face "mommy, I love you. Can I have some cookies?" of his. So I just smiled sadly and walked away.

My house isn't far from the mansion – house, but I had enough time to curse the neighbor's hole family, completely distracted.

But, of course, my karma doesn't like me anytime, so I felt my arms and head hit something human (REALLY, LILY. SOMETHING HUMAN WAS YOUR TROPHEY. I WANT A DOLL FOR THIS.)

"Ouch!" I said, hearing whoever it was saying almost the same thing.

I took a deep breath and raised my head to see who it was.

…

…

Oh, for the roses of Merlin's bed, is this and angel? Or a god? Hello, darling. My name is Lily, I'm seventeen and this ring means anything. Can you take me with you?

"Hello." I said suffocating all the other Lily's inside me, who wanted to squeeze that hot guy.

"Lily?" he asked, a little laughing, a little surprised.

You know my name? So I AM the chosen one?

"Hun?"

"Lily Evans, the short match head?"

WHAT? SHORT MACH HEAD? This was my kindergarten nickname. No one must heart it, hottie! I stopped and stared at him (I mean, above the neck) and recognized his face.

"Derek, the glue eater?"

He went red, and seemed that was going to hit me. Well, who wants to be remembered as the boy who stole glue for the teacher to eat? That's funny.

"Well, you grew! You're… hum... Pretty."

You too, friend.

"Wanna come in?"

Someone shoot me. Now, if possible.