Lily Interlude
I still remember the day I found out that I was a witch. I'd always known that I had special abilities. I could do things that my sister could never do.
It was Severus Snape who first brought me into the world of magic. He'd told me long, thrilling stories of the house of Slytherin, smearing the name of Gryffindor all the while.
He was my best friend, and I was his. And so it went.
When we were sorted into different houses, I was furious. However, over time, I realized that I had, in fact, been lucky to be sorted into Gryffindor.
I know you're probably wondering if there are any other sixth year girls in Gryffindor. Well, there are, but almost none of them are friends with me, because I shunned them back when I was friends with Severus. In fact, the only girls who are my friends now are Mary MacDonald, Diana Moon and Skylar Moody (I think she is). And now, because of James, Remus Lupin, Sirius Black and Peter Pettigrew seem to be becoming my friends as well. At one time, I would have been horrified by this, but now I really don't know how I feel.
Over the years, Severus had become increasingly busy, yet somehow been able to find time for me. I'd inexplicably managed to ignore his new friends and all the rumors I'd heard about what they did, up until last year, when he'd done the unforgivable: he called me a "mudblood".
It wasn't as if I hadn't been called a mudblood before - what with our delightful population of Slytherins and whatnot. But when he said it, it actually stung. I had cared about him so much, only for him to prove he was just another Slytherin.
That did not mean, of course, that I agreed with Potter's incessant need to hex Snape at any given opportunity, purely because he existed.
Potter's words, not mine.
James Potter was someone I had detested since the day I met him. He had always believed himself to be in love with me, while I couldn't stand his stupid pranks, hexes and jinxes... which was why I could barely believe it myself when I started falling for him too.
Yes, I've finally admitted it, I like James Potter. Go alert the Daily Prophet, or Witch Weekly or the Quibbler. Throw a party - I really don't care.
Unfortunately for me, the year I choose to reciprocate his feelings, he practically falls for someone else. I mean, yes, he's still very much into me, but... there's this other girl, Skylar Moody, who is insanely gorgeous and even has Sirius Black wrapped around her little finger.
The worst part is, she used be best friends with James. It may have been over eight years ago, but you would hardly be able to tell that by the way they acted together. I wasn't absolutely sure that it was completely platonic, which was why I barely ever slept at night. If I wasn't tossing and turning, I was listening to Sky sleeping serenely while I could not.
Honestly, I just wish she would get together with Sirius before I get desperate and do something really shocking - like asking James out.
And I'm not quite sure that I wouldn't resort to that.