Summer Surprise

The Unexpected Visitor


Shit…did I just say what I think I said?

"James Potter? He is also a freak, isn't he?" Petunia asks, scrunching up her nose in distaste.

Yup. I definitely said that. Damn! I blame it on my stupid brain for thinking about him and on my stupid mouth for saying what I was thinking about!

"Yes, Petunia. He is indeed a wizard, if that's what you mean." I say calmly.

"Shut up! How many times do I have to tell you to not use such abnormal words?" Petunia shrieks. I simply sigh at her hysterical behavior, long used to such reactions.

After Petunia considerably cools down after her rant - which I conveniently tuned out, by the way - I notice her expression change from anger to suspicion before an evil smirk spreads across her face, making me feel uncharacteristically uncomfortable. Something is wrong...

"I know you're lying, Lily. I know there is no such person. You just made it all up, didn't you?" Petunia accuses, pointing her bony finger at me.

Bloody hell; she's thicker than I thought. "What? Why on earth would I do that? Of course I didn't make him all up. He's a real person!" I scoff at her.

"Whatever. I don't believe it for a second since I have never seen him. Oh and I never will…do you know why, Lily?" Petunia asks with a gleam in her eyes.

"Why?" I ask, rolling my eyes at her ridiculous theory.

Petunia places her hands on her hips before replying, "Because he doesn't exist. I don't blame him though, because no one can ever think about dating you. But since there is no he, there is no point in having this conversation. So, goodbye."

With that said, Petunia leaves the house, closing the front door with a slam. I stand there, gaping at the spot she disappeared from for a few seconds. I feel my blood boil in anger as I realize just how lowly she thinks of me. She didn't believe me just because she thinks I can't have a boyfriend!

Fuming, I stomp into the living room, grabbing a bucket of ice-cream from the kitchen on my way. As I plop onto the couch and turn on the television, I can almost feel the steam of anger coming out of my ears.

Bloody Petunia thinks that Potter is just a figment who I made up just to prove her wrong! Ah, if only that was true! But he is not a figment of my imagination. I may have lied about him being my boyfriend, but I would never make someone up because I have no guy in my life. Just how desperate does she think I am? Agreed that I am desperate enough to say the James Potter is my boyfriend - and that's saying something - but it was only a slip of tongue. It doesn't mean I am so freaking lonely that I would make up characters to keep myself entertained! That's outrageous!

UGGHH. I hate her.

I frown and stare at the television, not really seeing it, and gobble down the strawberry ice-cream with vigor. What? I like eating. Especially when I am in a foul mood. So there!


Dong! Dong!

As the doorbell rings from across the hall, I glance at the clock to check the time. 1:00 pm. Merlin, how long have I been sitting here?

"Well I guess Mum's here," I say aloud as I walk to the front door, across the hall.

Wrenching open the door, my eyes almost pop out of my sockets in shock from what, or who, I see there; Messy black hair, wire-rimmed glasses in front of a pair of hazel-colored eyes, and an ever-present smirk on the face of the one and only James Potter.

Not being able to believe my eyes, I blink several times, hoping to rid myself of imaginary James Potters. When that method fails to bring me out of my stupor, I even pinch myself to be reassured that it isn't a dream.

A nightmare more likely, my brain corrects me wittily.

I stand frozen on the spot for God-knows-how-long before Potter decides to grace me with his voice. "Hey, Evans!" he greets me, running his hand through his hair. I swear to Merlin, he does it on purpose to annoy me.

As he leans against the door frame with his arms crossed in front of his chest, I can't help but notice how much he has grown over the years. His six feet two inches height, along with his tanned skin and toned body is the main reason that many girls at Hogwarts throw themselves at his feet. Except me, of course. Yet, as I watch his muscles tighten as he crosses his arms, my teenage hormones can't help but admire how hot he is.

Whoa! Hold on a second! What is wrong with me? I berate myself mentally with a frown. It's Potter for Merlin's sake. Nothing is good about him. Do you hear me stupid brain? Nothing.

"Potter?" I ask disbelievingly, finally able to use my voice.

"Yes, Evans?"

"What are you doing here?" I ask, my voice barely above a whisper as I stand frozen on the spot.

"I am here to see you, silly!"

Silly? Did he just call me silly? I think, narrowing my eyes dangerously.

"Oh, so I am silly, am I?" I ask with a scoff. "In case you haven't noticed Potter, I am not the one standing outside your doorstep because I just felt like it. Which I will never feel like doing, mind you." I add quickly, noticing his smirk gradually spreading across his face.

"Oh Lily, you are so cute when you pretend to be angry. Now aren't you gonna invite me in your house?" Potter asks.

Before my slow and stupid brain can even process what happens, Potter side-steps me and enters my house while I stand at the threshold with my mouth agape.

Holy crap!

"I am not pretending to be angry and you can't just barge in here without any warning!" I scream at him. Then, realizing my choice of words, I remember about what I thought earlier and quickly glance down at my outfit. Immediately, a blush creeps onto my face as I become aware that I indeed look half naked with the baggy shirt just reaching mid-thigh.

Potter slightly frowns at my abrupt stop of speech and follows my line of sight to glance at my outfit as well. I don't miss the growing smirk and the mischievous glow in his eyes as he looks up at my face again. Bloody perverted git.

"Nice outfit, Red," he whistles. I roll my eyes exasperatedly.

"Don't call me 'Red', Potter. Now tell me what the hell you're doing here. Or better yet, just leave," I say, glaring at him

"Well you see, Evans" Potter starts, ignoring the last half of my comment, "I missed seeing your pretty face for so long that I decided to pay you a visit."

I snort at his lame excuse unattractively. Yeah, right. "Well you see, Potter, we just left Hogwarts the day before yesterday, so that hardly counts as long."

"Forty eight hours, Lily! That's a lot for me," he says, feigning innocence. It doesn't suit him. He can never be innocent.

"Well, let me tell you that I am honored at being given so much importance by the James Potter." I say with sarcasm dripping from my voice.

"Really?" he asks hopefully.

Merlin, how thick could you get? I stare at him weirdly, You would think that the topper of almost every class and biggest prankster at Hogwarts would at least have enough sense to recognize a sarcastic comment.

With a defeated sigh, I slightly lift up my shirt, smirking as I notice Potter's eyes widen with anticipation and a grin stretch across his face. Dream on, I scoff inwardly.

Pushing down the urge to laugh evilly, I watch with satisfaction as his grin all but disappears only to be replaced by worry as I pull out my wand from the pocket of my shorts.

He nervously runs a hand through his hair – Ugh – and says, "Uh, look Evans, maybe we can talk this through?"

"There will be no talking, Potter. Either you leave this instant or be ready to be hexed into next week."

"Listen, Lily. Just calm down," he says, putting his hands in front of him in an 'I-surrender' sort of pose.

Too bad...he lost his chance to live.

"When you die, remember that this was what you chose for yourself," I say dryly before raising my wand and pointing it at him.

As the words of the hex start forming on my lips, Potter's eyes widen further before he lunges and crashes with me, making me painfully fall on my arse. I groan at the impact and the weight of a seventeen year old boy on top of me. What on earth is he doing?

"What on earth are you going?" I ask, trying to wriggle out from underneath him.

I slowly raise my head with full intention of burning holes in his huge head with my glare, but as soon as I look up at Potter's face, I suddenly become aware of the close proximity between us. Even as he uses his elbows prop himself up a bit, Potter's face feels only inches away from my own; our noses almost brushing against each other. His honey brown eyes stare into my alien green ones, drowning me in an indescribably warm and safe feeling. I never noticed how good he smells…

No, no, no this is not happening, I slap myself mentally.

I immediately snap out of my trance and try to push him off. "Potter, get off of me," I say loudly.

I notice the glaze leave his eyes as my voice jerks him back to reality. With a murmured apology from him and an indifferent nod from me, we make an unsaid agreement of not mentioning that – moment! – we shared.

Another painful grunt from me reminds Potter of our position and he apologizes again, making me roll my eyes. Finally, as we start to unglue ourselves from the floor, I hear the front door close shut.

"Lily, what's going on here?"


To be continued…

AN - There you go…finished another chapter today. Thank you everyone who has viewed my story and I hope that I will get some reviews and feedback from you guys. I will put up the next chapter as soon as I can.

Claudia