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Author's Note: I am putting Operation: MIA on hold for this story! So sorry I didn't update yesterday, though. Anyways, Enjoy!
James
After that less-than-fortunate encounter with dear Evans (note the sarcasm there), Sirius berated me while I kept moaning about having to share a common room with the Green Eyed Monster. Not that Evans had actually worn the badge at Diagon Alley, but you must've been really thick not to give it to her. Granted, the witch had brains. Small ones at that, but they still existed. Otherwise, how could she have caught the Infamous Marauders so many times last year?
"James, dear, good morning!" said my mother cheerily. It was the morning of September 1st, and I had just plopped down at the breakfast table for my last breakfast at home before Christmas Break. "Morning, Mum," I said as dug into my plate of sausages and scrambled eggs. "Where's Sirius this morning? Oh, sorry, Dad said to tell you he had to leave early for work but he did tell me to give you this," Mum said mysteriously. "I packed the parcel for you already. Don't open it until you know what it is," she continued. "How I am I supposed to know what it is if I don't know what it is? Which is never going to change unless I look into the parcel? Oh, and Sirius is upstairs, sleeping,"
"Don't worry, you'll figure it out. Let's just say what's inside the parcel is a bit of… family history. Go upstairs and drag the boy down here, won't you? The food's getting cold,"
"Will do, Mum," I replied as I muttered, "She's off her rocker," before I left the dining room.
"I heard that!" she yelled at me as I darted up the stairs.
I covered my smirk as I saw Sirius snoring peacefully in his teddy bear pyjamas. The boy was an angel… that is, when he was either 1) unconscious or 2) fast asleep.
I muttered, "Aguamenti" under my breath and doused him with ice cold water. "Wakey wakey, Padfoot! Oh, look who wet the bed!" I snickered as a sleepy Sirius swung his fist wildly at the general direction of my voice. "Stuff it," he muttered as he rubbed his bleary eyes.
"Why are we up at this ungodly hour? It's only," he paused to look at the clock, "10: 30!"
"Yes, it's 10:30 on September 1st," I said slowly.
"Yes, I know its September bloody 1st! September… bloody hell! We're going to be late, James!"
"Don't I know it… Mum asks if you've packed your stuff yet," "Yes, I have," "Darn it,"
A few minutes later, Mrs. Potter asks Sirius, "Where's James?" "Packing,"
Lily
"Wake up, freak! Its 10:30 already and Mom's going ballistic," I woke up to the grating sounds of my sister Petunia's fiery spit.
"It's 10:30! Too early to wake up, Pet!" I groaned, pulling the pillow over my head.
"It's 10:30 on September 1st," said Pet, grinning. September 1st… what was so familiar about…
"Bloody hell! Pet, tell Mom I'll miss breakfast. I'll eat something off the trolley. Now be a dear and shoo!"
Ten minutes later at 10:40 my Mom opened the door to find me with magically dried hair, magically applied make up, a pair of jean capris and a flowery shirt with a belt, a tiny denim jacket, and a pair of polka dot ballet flats on and trying to strap my watch on. She sighed as I levitated my trunk downstairs (I turned 17 a few months ago) and into the car's trunk as my Dad stepped on the gas to King's Cross.
I made it there just on time. As I tried to get past the gaggle of students blocking the door closest to the Head's Compartment, I had to yell, "Head Girl coming through!" just to get on the train. Thank God I shrunk my trunk to fit in my pocket, or else it would have been next to impossible to levitate my trunk past the crowd.
I sighed in relief as I flung the curtained door of the Head's Compartment open and plopped down on one of the two reclining armchairs. Getting my breath back, I scanned the contents of the compartment. There were two reclining armchairs, a very comfortable three person sofa, a mini bar stocked with food and treats that you usually found on the trolley (no alcohol, mind you), curtained windows and…
A tall seventeen year old who I assumed must be the Head Boy placing his trunk on one of the overhead metal shelves with his back turned to me. He had incredibly messy black hair which constantly reminded me of the Potter the git. No worries, though. If he had made it to this position, he must have a brain! Right?
Just then, he turned around. When I finally got to see who he was, several things ran through my head. 1) His hair is kind of cute when it falls into his eyes 2) Those glasses don't dorky at all on him and 3) His eyes remind me of hot chocolate with whipped cream. But the most significant thought ran not through my mind but came out my mouth.
"POTTER!!! What the hell are you doing in here! This is the Head's Compartment! I thought you read English!" I had half a mind to give him a lecture until he smirked and pointed at a badge that he had pinned up on his chest. A badge that was emblazoned with the words Head Boy.
I take back what I said. Head Boys don't necessarily have brains. Just because Dumbledore has finally gone off his rocker and appointed Potter doesn't mean that Potter Has Brains.
James
The months went by quite quickly. The Marauders pranked everyone (as per usual). The Green Eyed Monster caught us and gave us a speech about responsibility (as per usual). We received detention and points were taken off Gryffindor, which we quickly earned back in class anyways (as per usual). Evans and I barely managed not to jump off the Astronomy Tower (as per usual). You get the picture.
It was now mid – November, right after the annual Halloween Ball. The week leading up to the ball was when Evans and I had to speak the most to each other – in essence, that week was horrible. I found out something about her though.
The Top Ten Reasons I hated Lily Evans was because:
1) She disrupted all our pranks
2) She gave us detention and took points off of Gryffindor – her own house
3) Everyone likes her for some reason – they say it's because she's kind to them. I say it's because of blackmail.
4) She's beaten me in class for every single subject since first year except for Transfiguration
5) I have to withstand an hour with her every week because of Charms tutoring
6) I have to tutor her in Transfiguration
7) She acts like she has a stick up her arse and her nose never leaves the ceiling
8) She thinks she's a little know-it-all
9) Scary thought that I found out while playing Truth or Dare: nearly every guy fifth year and above fancies her. They fancy the Green Eyed Monster. They must be out of their bloody minds. Heck, even Remus admits she's kind of cute!
10) She gets us back too with little pranks when we prank her. Tiny ones, ones that prick but never draw the attention of a teacher. And if it did, who would ever think that Perfect Evans did it?
Well, the week wasn't horrible because I learned something about her. She really is nice to everyone! While we were working in library, practically all the first years had come to her for help in their lessons at least once. She got asked on a date twice at the library working with me a week too. Evans didn't say yes though.
Of course, I got pestered by my own fan club too while working with her. The point is, though, that if I didn't like a girl who was becoming too… sticky… I would tell her point blank I didn't like her. But Evans lets the guys down gently, so the idiots are left hoping maybe she would say yes if they asked her again. Later, of course.
I used to think Evans was just fooling around with the boys who asked her out. Then one day when I was on my way to the library during that Week With Evans I nearly turned around a corner when I heard sobbing and the voice of two girls. I cast a charm that allowed me to spy around the corner and saw what was happening.
One of the girls who had pestered me for days on end that I had just told to leave me alone and go bother someone else quite bluntly yesterday (she was one of ex-dates, who I had to dump because really I had only gone out with her because she was decent looking and because of a dare) was crying around the corner. I didn't even her name! All I know is that she was in Hufflepuff and she was a sixth year.
A girl was comforting her (another sixth year Hufflepuff, I presume) and murmuring soft words to her. After listening in for five minutes, I figured out she was crying… because of me. Suddenly, a memory came back to me like whiplash:
"Think you're funny, Evans? Teasing the poor blokes? Why don't you just say you don't like them and stop this game you're playing with their feelings!" I scowled. In my mind, she was a witch because of that. I wondered why they all still fancied her.
"Unlike you, Potter, I don't date and dump a new bloke every week. It's not their fault they fancy me, but I don't fancy them. I know what a broken heart is like though, and I don't want them to have it. They're decent blokes; we could be friends. I just don't return their feelings. I don't view them like you do your fan girls, Potter. I treat them as human beings. With respect.Not as something I can have whenever I want, and discard whenever I feel like it,"
I had sneered then at what I thought were petty words. But now, thinking back on what she had said, they made sense.
It doesn't mean that I treat Evans as any more than my opponent and enemy, but I view her with more respect now. I still enjoy a joke or two, and this place needs a prank to liven it up. However, I've cross off number 3 on the list. I've seen she doesn't blackmail to like her. Everyone just does because she's… well… nice to them. She considers their feelings.
I know she has brains too. The girl single handedly ordered the food, did the decorations out of practically next to nothing, booked the weird sisters, and debated with me about the Masquerade Ball. Every Halloween, it's been tradition that had to wear masks for the ball. However, this year, Evans suggested we make a twist. For Halloween you can wear a costume with a mask, but it's not mandatory. However, for Christmas and the New Year Party, everyone had to alter their appearance so that no one would recognize each other.
It seems odd, doesn't it? I gave into her though, because her debating skills really are quite excellent. When she's not filling every other sentence with something like: 'You arrogant git!' 'Go deflate your head for a while' 'Dig a hole and die!' "Find some brains, because heaven knows you need some' her points are quick and witty.
So 1, 2, 3 and, grudgingly, 8 are off my list too.
So, what do you think? I never ask for reviews, but please do this time! I need the encouragement to see whether or not this story is headed in the right direction!
