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Chapter Four:

Serendipity

The red curtains of my four-poster bed surrounded me as I lay awake bundled in my array of many blankets. There was definitely Something wrong with me. I couldn't get her off my mind, Lily. Every time I thought about her my mind ached because I knew I couldn't have her. I needed her in my life. I needed her because, without her, I was empty. Of course, I still had my friends, but It wasn't the same, she was different.

As the moonlight hovered over my limp body I began to think of the first time I had ever met Lily.

All off the sudden, I was back in the past. Sirius Black and I were sitting on the Hogwarts Express in our own compartment, traveling to our second year at the school. The train ride in always made me nervous because at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, one could never know what could be in stock for them.

"I can't wait," Sirius said, his breath short.

"I know, this year is going to be great," I said happily.

The sky slowly turned to black, or that's how it always felt because the light of the compartment left a solid glare on the window. We chatted lightly, laughing at each others jokes and playing long and tremulous games of exploding snap.

At the age of twelve, I had grown to fancy games like that, always finding time to play them. Luckily, my friends enjoyed playing too. Except for Remus. He liked to read books. It was all he did. In his free time he would read, and even when he was busy he would crack one open and flip through it. Peter, only played to impress Sirius and I, although to us it just looked like he was brown nosing.

There was a loud crash somewhere outside the compartment door. The glass on the sliding door vibrated curiously.

"What was that?" I asked while one of my cards exploded right beneath my hand.

"I dunno, let's go check it out," Sirius answered, his eyes swiveling to the door.

We opened the door, and peered out the sides, looking left and right. A red-haired girl was laying on the floor, obviously hurt, in front of her stood boy who was taller than train corridor would allow him to be. The girl was whimpering and shaking uncontrollably. It hurt me to see a girl in a state like that.

I knew the tall boy. His name was Seamus Donahue, a fifth year in Slytherin house. I knew him because he was the captain of his house's Qudditch team. He was the type of kid that liked to use his size as a advantage to do bad things to other people, just like he was doing in this situation. The red-haired girl stood up and dusted herself off, still shaking and crying.

"What's going on here?" I yelled out, surprised by myself that I had the courage to stand up to a fifth year.

"What did you say, you little runt?" Seamus responded, his brow furrowed in anger.

I whipped out my wand, now I was really surprised. My courage knew no bounds as I pointed the tip of the wand at his face.

"Oh, look at this, Evans," Seamus began, laughing to himself, "the little mudblood has a protector."

He chortled to himself, holding his bulging gut. I tightened my grip on my wand. I didn't care what kind of blood someone had or what kind of family they came from, no one should ever be called a mudblood, or be discriminated against in any right.

"Leave her alone, Seamus," I said, warning him.

"Or what, Potty?"

"Or I'll hex you until you can't recognize your own face!" I couldn't believe my own words, but I certainly meant them.

"Oh yeah-"

Before he could say another word I hexed him, the strongest I had ever done. It must have been the anger that I felt that made it so powerful. Nevertheless, my bat-bogey hex hit him square in the noise, splattering his face and conjuring up nasty pimples and warts all over his cheeks and forehead.

The crowd watching on the train all cheered and did their hoorays as I sheathed my wand and made my way towards the crying girl. Seamus roared at the pain on his face and fell to the floor groping at his ugly features. I smirked as I walked by his writhing body. Little did I know then that that hex would become my signature spell.

"Are you okay?" I asked the girl when I reached her.

"Yes, thank you, he deserved it," she said hiccuping on her tears, "I would have done it myself, but I left my wand back in my compartment."

"My name is James. James Potter," I said taking her by the shoulders to get a better look at her face so I could check for any signs that my hex might have accidentally hit her too.

Luckily for her, the hex missed her. It seemed nothing could harm that pretty face.

"I'm Lily. Lily Evans."

"It's good to meet you."

Author's Note:

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