Woot new chapter XD XD XD. So, James Potter was turning 14 in 74, but he's turning 15 in my world. Because I messed up the ages. Oops.
About last chapter, you can't tell me you didn't think Lily Evans was a bit of a bitch after that scene in OotP? She isn't to everyone, but now that it's seventh year James is pushing her buttons (not her 'annoyed' buttons, those other buttons) without trying. So she's stressed, from being Head Girl, and confused, for liking James, and upset, because a few of her friends don't act like friends at all.
So Read!
Disclaimer: None of it's mine. I mean, NONE. Zero. Actually, that's a lie. Dewey, Doon, AIE, the elemental thing, the plotline...mine.
Screwy Dewey Chapter 7
Sibling Rivalries
He's My Bloody Twin
1974 March 27 (American Institution for Elementals)
Dewey Potter was one of those extremely lucky people who had friends that would do almost anything.
Because Doon, Dewey's best friend, is one of the most daring, talented and carefree people ever to exist, he was able to sneak nine cool people off of the AIE campus and flirt with the bartender enough to serve all the under age kids drinks, Dewey was at an awesome birthday party. For her. Just her.
Dewey, along with Doon, Doon's other friends, and Doon's friends friends entered The Time Turner, grungy place that used it's name as an excuse for the lack of electricity and the moldy wood floors. Doon chatted up the owner's daughter and was able to rent the place for a night and suddenly they were swept away and were sitting in a musty with their wine glasses clinking and they were laughing plushly.
The young Potter broke out in a smile as her friends toasted her fifteenth birthday and poured her some sort of fancy muggle champagne called Normandy.
Dewey felt great. It was her fifteenth birthday and she was laughing and smiling and drinking as though she didn't even have a brother who was also turning fifteen. Doon had worshiped her for about a week and she had stolen herself a cake as a running away party. Dewey had been so happy, so smug that she had won their eternal sibling rivalry. She had laughed every time she thought about it for the rest of summer.
Then...school started again, and no one sent her howlers that screamed about her lack of friends to embarrass her. Halloween came and passed, no one . Christmas happened, and no one screamed at her so loud that the neighbors called the police. On Boxing Day, no one pushed her into the snow even though they new she got sick so easily. On New Years Eve, no one poured wine on the new white dress her mother got her every year and told Mrs. Potter that Dewey had been drinking. It was a wonderful holiday break.
And now it was their- no, her birthday, and she wasn't even able to send him a mean letter about how he had to have a fancy dinner with their parents, and she got to party with Doon.
"Dewey, baby!" Jeremy Flitt, a dark-haired, green eyed earth elemental who everyone loved more than they loved their families, but Dewey found him extremely obnoxious. "Happy birthday, sweetcheeks! Fifteen! Now we're only two years apart!"
"Born first, die first," She said, viciously glaring at the older boy.
"Now, it's time for the main event," Doon interrupted with a grin, "Drinking! Come on, Jeremy." Doon grabbed the boys arm before he could protest. Not that he would have, as he was quite the drinker, and Doon had become quite unstoppable at taking shots since Dewey moved in permanently and he realized that she wanted to drink away her sorrows about home, so he had chivalrously helped her out.
Dewey was extremely relieved that Doon had sacrificed his soberness (man, could that boy drink) just so Dewey could escape for a little.
"You miss that brother of yours, don't you?" Some kid with glasses said knowingly, and Dewey stared at him then shook her head no several times. "Dude, it's totally normal if you do, really, it-"
"Just drop it, kid," Dewey snapped, and then immediately cursed the entire generation of water elementals like that kid. They were so damn observant.
She sat drinking some beer slowly for a few hours before Doon and Jeremy returned, the former looking slightly apologetic. "Dewey!" Jeremy smooth talked, "Won't you drink with me?" It was obvious he couldn't wait to get her alone and rape her or something.
"My stomach hurts," She said with a sneer. Jeremy sat down with a roll of the eyes.
"So I heard about how you went wacko summer," Jeremy said drunkly, leaning over the table close to her. "Did you really set your room on fire before you left? And just left the whole house to burn down? You're lucky you got outta there before your brother, I heard he's a douche, like, beat you up or something."
Dewey gripped the edge of the table so hard it started to smell like smoke. It was true, James was a douche but only Dewey could call him that, and it's not like he was an actual douche, he just was to her because she's a bitch to him and they both are mean to each other on purpose.
"Your brother is a total dickhead," Jeremy was about to continue, but Dewey stood up quickly and flipped the table over with her hands, spilling the drinks everywhere.
"You don't know a thing in hell, Jeremy!" Dewey roared. The entire restaurant quieted immediately and turned to stare at the raging young woman. "James is much less...less of a douche bag then you are! And he's more handsome, and more charming, and gets way more girls than you'll ever get! So just shut your bloody mouth!"
"Dewey Andromeda Potter!" Doon sounded shocked and proud, "You rock my polka-dotted socks."
But Dewey had stormed out of the restaurant and was now stomping down an alley with fire in her hands, wishing she had been the normal one, and she had stayed home. Everything would be so much easier if her parents cared.
Dewey suddenly realized that sibling rivalries were never supposed to end, and she had messed that up for both of them by winning.
She's My Bloody Twin
1974 March 27 (The Chateau, a fancy wizarding restaurant)
James Potter was one of those extremely lucky people who a family that could afford almost anything.
Because Charlus, James' father, had been pumping money into the Hogwarts budget since 1964, he had been able to take his only son, James, and his other 'Marauders' out to dinner at that new fancy robes-and-tie restaurant in Diagon Alley, at a birthday party. For him. Just him.
James, along with his parents, his friends, and his parents' friends entered The Chateau and handed their outer dress robes to the man who worked in the robes room. Mr. Potter handed the concierge a few galleons and suddenly they were swept away and were sitting at a round table with their wine glasses clinking and they were laughing plushly.
The young Potter forced a smile as his mother toasted his fifteenth birthday and poured him some of muggles finest champagne, Normandy.
James felt sick. It was his fifteenth birthday and his parents were laughing and smiling and schmoozing as though they didn't even have a daughter who was also turning fifteen. His mother had cried for about a week and his father had been silent. James had been so happy, so smug that he had won their eternal sibling rivalry. He had gloated for the rest of summer.
Then...school started again, and no one sent him goofy letters that sprayed silly string into his face. Halloween came and passed, no one sent him a letter saying they had chosen to dress as him for Halloween, because his face was so scary. Christmas happened, and no one ran into his room and poured hot water on him at four in the morning so they could open presents. On Boxing Day, no one confused him into going to town and not telling him all the stores were closed for the holidays. On New Years Eve, no one teased him for hours about how Lily Evans wasn't there to give him a New Years kiss, and probably never. It was a terrible holiday break.
And now it was his- no, their birthday, and he wasn't even able to send her a mean letter about how their parents had taken the time to pull him out of school to celebrate, but they had just sent her a formal letter that looked like it had been sent by your boss, not your parents.
"James, darling!" Christine Bones, a blonde-haired, blue eyed pureblood who his parents loved more than they loved his sister, but he found extremely annoying. "Happy birthday! Fifteen! OhmiGodric, now we're the same age!"
"Ha, uh, yeah," He said, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck.
"Now, it's time for the main event," Sirius said with a grin, "Dancing! Come on, Christine." Sirius grabbed the girls hand before she could protest. Not that she would have, as he was quite handsome, and Sirius had become quite good at smooth talking since Dewey left and he realized it would've been wrong to date his best mates sister anyway
James was extremely relieved that Sirius had sacrificed his eardrums (man, could that girl chatter) just so James could sit still for a little.
"You miss Dewey, don't you?" Remus said knowingly, and James shook his head no several times. "It's all right if you do, really, it-"
"Just drop it, Remus," James snapped, and then immediately apologized after seeing his hurt look.
He sat munching on snacks for a few minutes before Sirius and Christine returned, the former looking slightly apologetic. "James!" Christine whined, "Won't you dance with me?" It was obvious she couldn't wait to get him alone and throw herself at him.
"My feet hurt," He said stiffly with a polite smile. Christine sat down with a huff.
"So I heard about what your wacko sister did last summer," Christine said casually, examining her nails. "Did she really set her room on fire before she left? And just left the whole house to burn down? You're lucky your dad knew how to put out the fire."
James gripped the edge of the table so hard his knuckles turned white. It was true, Dewey had lit her room on fire before she left, and it had caused quite a bit of damage, but she had confined the fire on purpose
"Your sister never was quite right in the head," Christine was about to continue, but James stood so fast he knocked his chair over.
"You don't know a thing in Azkaban, Christine!" James roared. The entire restaurant quieted gradually and turned to stare at the raging young man. "Dewey is much more...more capable then you are! And she's prettier, and nicer, and more fun than you'll ever be! So just shut your bloody mouth!"
"James Alphard Potter!" Dorea sounded shocked, "You apologize right now!"
But James had stormed out of the restaurant and was now sitting on the curb with his face in his hands, wishing he had been the fire elemental, and he had run away. Everything would be so much easier if his parents didn't care.
James suddenly realized that sibling rivalries were never supposed to end, and he had messed that up for both of them by winning.
1976 (Hogwarts)
Girl Talk
Dewey Potter was in her dormitory, hiding from her insane brother. Apparently, almost getting stampeded by a hippogriff was a good reason for him to fret over her, even though she really wasn't hurt at all.
Well, this is boring. She could get Doon and...wait, no she couldn't. She could find Sirius and...no, that would be awkward. Finally she got up and picked up one of her records and put it on Evans' record player. She took The Beatles Magical Mystery Tour and flipped it to the B-Side to cure her boredom.
You say yes, I say no, you say stop, and I say go, go, go...
Oh, that's a good song. She thought for a moment, before remembering the record by The Plateau that could be played backwards to sing a completely different song. That was a good song. She picked out another one of Evans' records and played.
Make your own kind of music, sing your own special song, make your own kind of music, even if nobody else sings along...
Dewey grinned, a few memories including The Mamas And The Papas other songs. She put on another Mama Cass record.
Sing for your supper, and you'll get dinner...
Mhmm, she liked this song, it was kind of weird, but not like druggie weird. She reached for a Harry Nilsson album but was cut off.
"Potter, if you're going to play my records can you at least listen to the who song before changing it?" A voice from behind the bed's curtains asked her, "I hate when people constantly the song."
"Evans?" Dewey peeked behind the curtain and saw the petite red head laying face down on her bed. "Did you even go to any classes today?"
"No," Lily's voice was muffled by her pillow. "I'm moping. Shouldn't you be in class?"
"No, I don't have any classes this week," Dewey shrugged, sitting by the other girls feet.
"This week?"
"Yeah, I only take four, but I skip History and Care of Magical Creatures was temporarily canceled 'cause the professor got trampled. You remember, you were there, you told my brother that me and Sirius deserved each other because you think we're both whores. Well, you think he's a man whore. But it's technically the same thing."
Lily let out a strangled cry and pushed her face farther into her pillow, "You hate me!" She cried.
Dewey laughed awkwardly, "Pshhht! What? No! No, I don't."
Lily sat up and rubbed her puffy eyes, "Yes you do."
"What makes you think that?"
Lily reached onto her nightstand and picked up a piece of parchment that read, "I don't like you. Love, Dewey"
"Well, I was feeling...upset at the time," Dewey shrugged, "You said that I liked Sirius. Which is gross. Besides, that doesn't say I hate you, just that I don't like you. There is a difference."
"But you do like Black," She finally sat up and rubbed her red eyes, she had obviously been crying. "I can tell."
"Riiiight," Dewey blinked. "Well, I'm gonna go now..."
Dewey booked it out of there, having realized they were about to talk about emotions. Ew.
"Dewey, I got you an ice-pack for the wound that could have been!" James shouted, walking towards her. Dewey gulped and glanced between James and the dorms.
Ice packs...emotions...ice packs...emotions...
"Emotions!" Dewey shouted spasmodically, her arms flailing behind her as she ran up the stairs to the girls dorms, where she found Lily bawling harder than ever. "Er, Evans! I'm back! And I've brought tissues." Dewey grabbed a box of tissues off of the table next to her.
"O-o-oh," Lily sniffled, "I-i th-thought you left 'cause you, y-you hated me! Just like T-Tuney hates me! And Potter hates m-me! Because I'm, I'm a, a-a mean p-person! A t-terrible, bad personality! And ev-everyone h-hates me!"
"Uhh..." Dewey hesitantly reached out an arm to pat Lily awkwardly on the head before withdrawing her hand quickly, "No one hates you. James is just super protective of me. And I mean, I don't really like you, but that's normal!"
"B-but why is it normal?" Lily sobbed.
"Because!" Dewey shrugged as she slowly inched away from Lily and sat at the end of the bed. "You're a straight-edge prep, I'm a dorky rebel."
Lily frowned, "You're not a dork. And what do you mean, I'm a 'straight-edge prep'?"
"You wear pink, I wear black. You date quidditch players, I date...well, I just don't date. You ride in a car, I ride a skateboard. Your parents love you, my parents hate me. You're a virgin, I'm not. You've never had a beer, I've been drunk driving without a drivers license. You do community service, and I've been arrested four times."
Lily sniffed lightly, her tears not coming down as heavy as before. There was a slight pause before she smiled nervously, "What were arrested for?"
Dewey snorted, becoming more comfortable now that Lily's tears had almost completely disappeared, and the girl was wiping her face with the tissues. Dewey stretched her arms and laid down, so her feet were by Lily's head (for Dewey was tall) and Lily's feet by her shoulders (for Lily was not tall). Dewey spoke, "First time it was arson, me and my buddy were really cold during this field trip so we lit a trash can and huddled around it with some hobos. Second time for arson, I lit some kids bike on fire. Third time, it was arson. But that one was sort of stupid, because I lit a phoenix on fire that time and it would've happened in a few years anyway so I dunno what the big deal was. They got a baby phoenix, which is so much more adorable anyway. And the fourth time it was-"
"Arson?" Lily said dryly.
"Sort of," Dewey grinned, "I blew up all the mattresses in the girls dorms, but they filed it as arson instead if terrorism because I was underage."
Lily grinned back slightly and stood up, "I'm going to go clean up for dinner. I think I hear the other girls coming up the stairs. So, are we...friends?"
Dewey made a face, "Uh, friendly acquaintances?"
Lily looked slightly relieved, "Yeah. I mean, you hang around with Potter and Harrison, so it would be..."
"Weird?" Dewey supplied, "And you're friends with those two girls in that bitch fight, and my two friends were commentating it, so... We'll be acquaintances with an awesome secret handshake we do whenever people we just fooled in to thinking we hate each other leave the room?" Dewey smiled goofily.
Lily giggled girlishly, "Alright."
"Okay, how about," Dewey held her hand, "Sideways high five forwards, then sideways high five backwards, then pound it, explode, and shake off the heat."
"Got it," Lily and Dewey performed the secret handshake and grinned, before standing up again.
Lily smiled conservatively and headed towards the bathroom. Not two seconds after Lily entered the bathroom, the door had burst open, slamming loudly against the wall.
"ICE PACK!" James shouted, "Sirius, sic 'er, boy!"
"Do I have to?" Sirius whined.
"Yes!" James whacked him upside the head, "You're the bloody dog! Now go, you've already lost the element of surprise for us!"
Sirius sighed heavily before charging at Dewey and tackling her to the floor. Over his shoulder he yelled, "pinned her!" to James. James kneeled by Dewey's head and pushed the ice pack onto the side of her face.
"Ow! James, what the hell is wrong with you?" Dewey tried to punch him.
"I'm trying to ease your pain that could have been!"
"Bloody hell, James! I'm a bloody fire elemental! Ice hurts me!" James withdrew his quickly and grabbed her arms.
"Sirius, you take her legs, we can throw her in the fire!" He shouted. Sirius dropped Dewey immediately, frowning slightly.
"Um, that might seriously harm...you know what?" He grabbed her legs again, "Let's do it."
Lily suddenly walked out of the bathroom. She sneered, "Honestly, Potter. She's your sister. You should know ice hurts her and fire can still light her clothes on fire, idiots." James made a strained face before storming out, Sirius right behind him.
Dewey turned to Lily and grinned, "Yeah, son! You can act, girlie!"
Lily held out her hand like she was about to shake hands with someone. Dewey slapped her hands, pounded it, and shook off the burn. "Yeah, that was bloody awesome."
A/N- So, this is the beginning if the road to Dewey and Lily's friendship. Dewey doesn't really care if anyone is mean to her, but Lily feels bad about it.
I STARTED A FORUM it's called Marauding Through The Ages, and it's a role-playing forum where the third gen ended up in 1977 with 17 year old Marauders, and I just opened it today so I need a lot of people. So, look it up and join please *grins goofily*
