Olive: Hey, guys. I'm back in bold, w00t. So I am on chapter 4 now. I'm so excited. You don't care though, so I shall just write my story. I simply must say that any reference to this generation is going to be in this story. I have no care for the time period. If I want my character to listen to an iPod, she will. I do on the other hand care about place. I do care that they live in England, but I don't care that they live in the seventies or eighties or whatever because I know nothing about the seventies or eighties! So if you care so much, read something else!
Disclaimer- knock-knock…who's there? The copyright police. Oh, the copyright police can't get me because I have a DISCLAIMER! J.K. ROWLING OWNS HARRY POTTER…in your face, copyright police.
Chapter Four
I awoke the next morning, a sickening feeling crawling up my stomach over something. This always happened to me when I had gone to sleep the night before with something torturous on my mind, like when I thought I was going to get a "T" in transfiguration because of a spell I couldn't get right, but this morning I just couldn't figure out what it could possibly be that was making my stomach hurt.
Then I opened my eyes. I expected to find some kind of reminder of the incident that happened the night before, but I didn't. Putting my brain back together and preparing myself for the day, I started to get dressed. Once I was presentable to the world for the first time in a while, I ran to the kitchen, which I could successfully find on my own now.
All the parents were at the table, fully dressed, and Daniel was there. Seeing Daniel, I realized that my first tutoring session was with him today. This would be interesting.
"Where's James?" I huffed, once I was noticed by the rest of the table.
"In his room," Replied Mrs. Potter. She had a look of interest in her eyes. "Why?"
"Just wondering… and where is that?" I questioned.
"Down the hall and to the right. He wanted the room closest to the kitchen," She went along with my interrogations.
"What are you looking at?" I asked Daniel.
"Nothing, nothing, I was just wondering when you put a shirt on, I noticed you running around the house last night without one." He replied smirking.
"Well, if you must know, that jerk named James walked in on me last night on PURPOSE without a shirt on, so I beat the shit of him," I snapped.
"Lily!" Mum gasped.
"Do you do these kinds of things at school, young lady?" My dad asked, shocked.
"Beat up James?" I clarified, "Sure."
Mr. Potter chuckled. It was the most of a reaction I had ever gotten out of him.
"Ben!" Said Mrs. Potter, blushing.
"What, I had bruises after how much I was abused by your torturous fist," he explained.
"I hated you at the time, thank you," she huffed in replied.
"We had a very similar relationship as
"Yah. Um, Daniel we have our first tutoring thing today. How does ten-ish sound?" I questioned.
"Great," he responded.
"Ok." Now that my day was planned, I walked in the general direction of where Mrs. Potter said James' bedroom was. He was going to pay. Somehow. I just needed to check and see if he was still asleep. As I approached what I thought was his door, I just walked away. Is he still asleep? What kind of question is THAT? 'Is James Potter still asleep at nine in the morning?' Jeez, what a joke.
I skipped back to Ava's room, excited about waking her up. It was fun to disturb her when she was sleeping, she talked. And then she didn't remember what she would have said while you were talking to her. So many secrets had gotten out from the talking while you were sleeping…
The door to Ava's room was open a crack, and I just walked right in. Sitting on the end of her bed was none other than Sirius Black. He was whispering things in her ear, and she was talking. In her sleep. This was interesting. I slid the door open a peek and listened in to what he was saying.
"Why is there a pink thong hanging on your doorknob?" He questioned, "Something kinky?"
"Sirius!" Yelled Ava, waking from her sleep at the conversations oddity. Even Ava couldn't dream something that odd.
Sirius simply got off her bed and ran. He knew he would be beat for his actions.
"What an idiot," sighed Ava, "He woke me up. I was perfectly asleep until he came in and just disturbed the sane part of what I had left in dream land. Yet…I always say that when I stay at this house."
"Wait, why?" I was now curious. Why would it be worse at James' house where he had parental supervision as apposed to at school where he had only about eight teachers watching him and hundreds of other kids…? Crud…
"Just wait…" She looked at me worriedly.
"Great," I sighed. I was beginning to act like my mother. Or Petunia. Wait. Petunia was here. Here. Why on earth was I letting this opportunity slip through my fingers? Why hadn't I thought of doing something to her earlier?
"So what do you want to do to Petunia?" I smirked.
"Jeez, I thought you would never ask!" Exclaimed Ava, "I thought I had lost my best friend to some kind of considerate being."
"Never!" I mocked, putting a hand over my heart.
"So what's going to happen?" She said, now all professional. "And are the boys going to be apart of it?"
"The boys!" I was on to something now. Why prank my boring sister again, we were so bored with that, but we can prank the boys at their own house! This was new! It was always the same environment but now! Whoa, we had a whole new house to work with and girl named Ava who new the whole thing!
"You want to prank the boys in their own home?" Smirked Ava.
"Why not?" I was excited now.
"Because they are the marauders, the best known boys in the school for their pranking and this is their base that you know nothing about," She finished.
"But you do!" I exclaimed, getting impatient.
"You're right, but…" She trailed off, "This is their house… and they will catch us."
"And…" I persisted.
"And it's a bad idea, but I'm all for it!" She was so weird sometimes, but I couldn't say no to that smile.
"I can't say no to that smile," I said, with lightest humour on hand.
"You are such a freak," She sighed, a joyful smile now replacing her old one, as they were separate faces entirely.
"But you love me anyway," I laughed.
"Yes, you are my bestest friend, ever. without you I would be an elite marauder." She continued the laugh I had begun.
"So this is my competition?" Smirked a James Potter from the doorway.
"Maybe it will be if you don't leave my romantic interests alone!" I snapped to him.
"Jeez, I just came by to hang out with you guys." He put his hand to his chest in an act of disbelieving as if it was unheard of for him to not be allowed to do such a thing.
"Really?" I retorted, "Or did you just come by to see more girls in their undergarments?"
"Man, what happened that I wasn't apart of?" requested a confused Ava.
"It was NOTHING!" Cried a shaken up James, "I was scolded properly for whatever the hell I did to poor Lily and I am so sorry."
"Jeez, James, I didn't know you could be so sensitive," Ava said, raising an eyebrow.
"Since you put me through so much a pain from my parents…would you go out with me?" He was apparently over his anger, considering of course he wasn't that mad to begin with, as he was currently back to the same routine of asking me out at every corner. Which was the same as always, but he hadn't been doing it as much, since the change of setting. But this little change wasn't that big of a deal for James Potter, biggest playa of Hogwarts. I really have my doubts that anything will change such a prat.
"James, did you seriously just show a sign of defeat and then ask Lily out after admitting that you were upset with her?" Sighed a frustrated Ava.
"Oh…that was bad…" Concluded James.
Lily got up from her post and slapped him precisely on "The Spot". The spot that she had hoped at one point to relieve him of his brain damage but soon found that it was great fun to hit him there because it was at the back of his head and he made a motion of almost falling over when she hit him there.
"Just wondering," A blushing James asked, "Do you think you can find a new spot to hit me? Because I believe that this one will go numb in a while from the amount of hitting it has taken…"
"Lily, you are kinda hard on him, poor bloke…" Droned Ava, for the effect. She did everything for the effect.
"Go away, Potter," I was frustrated and in over my head with the demon. This was my vacation thank you very much!
"Just saying; you can be my friend…or my enemy…" He left the threat open, "And you seem to not want to be my friend very much of the time."
I could see the pain in his eyes, although it was masked by the mischievousness that was always there. I knew him well enough to see through it.
"Give me your worst," I muttered, rolling my eyes, "You are so immature."
"Maybe, maybe not, that's a form of opinion," He stuck his chest out, protecting his ego.
"Ok, well you know my opinion…" I returned my gaze to his face.
"Fine," He then stared into space as if in a trance of some kind.
"I have to go figure out what I'm teaching to Daniel at our meeting later," I got up and went to my room.
"We can help you Lily," James called, as I walked out of the room.
"You couldn't teach your way out of a paper bag James. You can hardly learn the material, much less teach it," I laughed.
"I bet I could," he retorted.
"Prove it," I was walking back to the doorway.
"How is he suppose to do that?" Chimed in Ava.
"He can't teach anything with his level of maturity," I responded.
"You know nothing about my Lily Evans," he replied.
"Well then prove that to me!" I was getting annoyed. He acts like a jerk and a snob and then tries to insist that he is the most mature person on the earth.
"Maybe I will," he said, brushing past me, and out the door.
I waited until I saw him turn the corner to the other hallway that I knew led to the kitchen, before I began my conversation with Ava.
"I really think that you are warming up to James," laughed Ava.
"That's rubbish." I was already mad and Ava was just poking at me. She did this every time I was done with an argument with him. It was old. It began getting old in first year, yet I played along anyway.
"He really can be serious once in a while," Ava took a more serious tone.
"What do you know?"
"I'm one of his good friends, thank you very much,"
"Sure, only because he is so amazingly crazy. Just like you. I would love you to give me an example of one time he has acted rationally,"
"When he tells me how much he loves you, and admires you," Ava was looking at me with so much honesty and sincerity. I began walking to the door.
"When has he ever said that? With serious intonation, I mean," I just ran from the room, not wanting to hear the answer. James was such a prat, I didn't think I could possibly stomach the details of his fake passion for somebody. He could hardly contain himself in a classroom; much less love somebody in a more significant way than wanting to get in her pants.
I went to my room and closed the door, locking it. My stereo came with me from home because I knew that staying in James Potter's house I would need my stress relieving medicine of music. It was the only thing that kept me from simply drugging myself in his presence.
With my favourite band, Panic! At The Disco blaring in the back round, I began working on a study course for James' little brother. This took about two hours. This kid was a lot of work.
Knock knock, was heard at my door
"Come in!" I yelled.
Daniel came in, a bored expression on his face.
"We were to meet ten minutes ago…" He emphasised his point in being there.
"Oh!" I exclaimed, looking at my wrist watch.
"Yah," he finished, walking out.
"We are meeting in the kitchen," I called after him.
"Ok," he yelled back.
I had all the material we were to cover in my hands for the rest of the summer.
This has to be the worst end of a chapter ever. I just had no place to go with it. I felt really bad about leaving you guys out in the cold, so I'm updating now. The reason this took so long was because of my terrible not knowing what to do after that last line, so I will worry about it later. As in tomorrow…I swear. Yay, thanks for reading.