A/N: This is it...the moment you've all been waiting for...the prank...and THE PLAY!!!! Hurray! All right, I won't stall any longer, on with the show! (P.S. I know it has been made a movie, but it's not the same thing that I'm talking about. The script is totally different.)
Disclaimer: Just read the darn thing already!
Costumes. Makeup. Actors. Actresses. Ball gowns. Sets. Understudies filling in the parts of people who were dead or, (at the moment) shaking with convulsions before turning into a werewolf. James had a confused impression of all of this as Sirius attempted to help him into his smoking jacket. (A/N: not real one, idiots! It's a costume!) He finally struggled into the sleeves and carefully brushed his hair flat, a project that consumed most of the time before he went on stage. And then they had to have the added difficulty. No more confundus charm. They really had to act. Since the Lily incident, nothing was the same. Well, it wouldn't be that hard to pretend to be almost mad with love for Lily, he thought grimly.
Lily hurried into a white, beaded, Victorian looking gown. It was perfectly gorgeous. Then she stared at her hair, done in an extravagant up do. Someone, (she had no idea who, though, probably Severus) Sent her a single white rose, which she had requested had been put in her hair for good luck. She looked at herself. Someone whistled.
"Lily, you look good," Sirius said, grinning. Lily mock-slapped his face with her glove.
"You aren't supposed to be here anyway," She said, sniffily.
"Who cares about rules? You broke or are going to break most of Hogwarts ones tonight at graduation."
"Shut up."
"You know the look on Snape's face will be priceless."
"Yeah, I know. I can't wait!"
"So anyway, I just came in to tell you good luck," he said.
"Yeah, break a leg, Padfoot."
"WHAT?"
"Actors saying. It's good luck, or in other words, do a good job or I'll really break your leg."
" Oh. Break a leg, tiger Lily. By the way," he smirked. "Nice rose."
~**~
Being on stage was a heck of a lot easier than waiting in the dressing room, thought James, as he walked on stage before the lights went up. And you can't see the audience anyway, so what's the difference? I'm thinking gibberish. James, calm down. I can't...the lights went up. You can't see the audience at all when you're in a spotlight, He noted. Uh Oh, line.
"This is no house for a child, Neville."
"I couldn't agree more."
I'd like to smack your face...
"I won't have her dressed in black, wandering about like a lost soul."
Am I on autopilot or something? James wondered. How the heck did we get to that part? He kept himself from committing murder to Severus, remember James, he told himself, Homicide on stage is never a good thing...
~**~
"A man who came to my garden...a man I hardly knew..."
Lily sang. And sang. And sang. This was getting monotonous. Well at least she was singing to James; that made things a little more interesting...
~**~
It was much easier under the confundus charm, James decided. That way he didn't know who he was, and contrary to that awful feeling, was that he didn't know who Snape was. This was the big song that they had, and, as Sirius told him about another theater quip, (he didn't know where Padfoot had gotten "Break a leg" from...) if Snape didn't do a good job, then he would really break his leg. Well here goes nothing. The lights went up, and Snape began to sing.
(A/N: I'm doing this part in script format because it will take to long otherwise.)
Snape: Strangely quiet, but now the storm simply rests, to strike again. Standing waiting I think of her, I think of her...
James: Strange, this Mary, she leaves the room, yet remains, she lingers on. Something stirs me to think of her, I think of her...
Snape: From death she casts her spell, at night we her sighs, and now a girl has come who has her eyes...she has her eyes, the girl has Lily's bright green eyes, those eyes that saw him happy long ago. Those eyes that gave him life and hope he'd never known, how can he see the girl and miss those bright green eyes?
James: She has her eyes, she has my Lily's bright green eyes, those eyes that closed and left me all alone, those eyes I feel will never ever let me go, how can I see this girl who has her bright green eyes? In Lily's eyes a castle, this house seemed to be, and I her bravest knight became my lady fair was she.
Snape: She has her eyes she has my Lily's bright green eyes, those eyes that loved my brother, never me, those eyes that never saw me, never knew I longed, to hold her close to live at last in Lily's eyes...
James: imagine me, a lover...
Snape: I longed for the day; she'd turn and see me standing there,
Both: Would God have let her stay!
Snape: She has her eyes,
James: She has...
Both: she has Lily's bright green eyes,
James: those eyes that closed and left me all alone,
Snape: those eyes that first I loved so.
Both: how can I now forget that once I dared to be, in love alive and whole, in Lily's eyes? In Lily's eyes.
Thunderous applause. James had the confused expression of a standing ovation for one song. He walked off stage in a daze. A voice announced,
"It is now time for intermission, when I will hand out diplomas, and we will all give speeches and hand out diplomas. Then we will finish the play."
Names were called, and diplomas handed out to all the 7th years. Boring, boring, boring. That was until...
"Look! Peter! He's floating in the air!"
Screams and gasps came from the audience. Since Remus was no longer available, Peter had to be used as a substitute for the floating. Remus, a beater on the Qudditich team, was very comfortable in the air, and was a very good actor. The look on Peter's face was pure terror. Lily was having the time of her life. She watched Sirius sneak out of the room with a can of crazy glue. About 4 minutes later, he turned up again, and gave the thumbs up. Flitch was taken care of by Peeves. Mrs. Norris would never be the same again. James was nowhere to be seen...
"MR. SNAPE! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING???"
"Uh...I...Err..."
Snape had his wand out, somehow. Lily grinned. Good old James.
"YOUNG MAN, THIS MEANS DETENTION! 300 POINTS FROM SLYTHERIN! I NEVER THOUGHT YOU WOULD BEHAVE THIS WAY! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU WERE DOING??"
A very angry McGonagall pulled a stuttering Snape away by the ear. As soon as Snape had dropped his wand, Peter fell with a thud to the floor. He promptly crawled under the table and grasped one of its legs as if to keep it from happening again. Lily nearly burst with laughter. Dumbledore stood up.
"After that rather unfortunate occurrence, now we will have Professor Evillson give his speech. Professor Evillson?"
"Idiot" Evillson stood up and walked to the platform. Sirius and James sat innocently next to Lily, as if they had never moved. No one knew they had gone.
"It's going to go as soon as he says "it," whispered James.
"Ladies, Gentleman, and especially, Slytherins," began Evillson, "It..."
He got no farther than that. The stage was thought to explode. An enormous explosion erupted, leaving everything perfectly intact, but Evillson nowhere to be seen."
"Automatic floo powder," said Lily, sounding like a muggle commercial, "say where you want to go into the bag, attach timed filibuster firework to it, and bingo, your problems are solved. Can be found now in Knockturn Alley today!"
"So where did you tell it to go?" asked James.
"Timbuktu."
James's jaw dropped.
"You aren't Serious..."
"No, I'm Sirius..."
"And I'm Peter,"
"And I'm Lily,"
"AND YOU'RE JAMES!"
"Shut up," said James absentmindedly. "I thought that Timbuktu wasn't a real place."
"It is," said Lily, giggling slightly. "In Africa, in the heart of the jungle, he's never going to find his way out, because you can't apperate over two feet there! You didn't believe I was really going to send him there, did you? I said so."
"No."
"Shh...shut up, Dumbledore's talking..."
"Well," Dumbledore looked tired. "I suppose we must go on with the show..."
And so they did. The show continued, and ended with tumultuous plaudits. But the best, for Lily anyway, was the very end, at bows. James disappeared right after he bowed, and showed up, with a large bouquet of white roses, all matching the one in Lily's hair.
After Lily had kissed him soundly, (James was now the happiest man alive,) he noticed something. Snape, (who was allowed to come back to the show before he did his in school suspension,) was glaring eye daggers at him. Not just the normal, "I hate you, you did this," ones, either. It was...different, somehow. More like jealousy, or something...James didn't care. Why would he try to fathom the mind of an idiot?
~**~
"You wanted to see me sir?"
Snape looked up at Harry Potter, the bright green eyes that reflected his mother's.
"Yes, Potter, you will be scrubbing bedpans at 9:00 tonight. That is all." Snape managed to pull himself together. He shouldn't be doing this, getting lost in his memories. Potter nodded, then walked out the door. Snape sighed.
How can I now forget that once I dared to be, in love, alive and whole, in Lily's eyes? In Lily's eyes.
A/N: Well, that's the end; I think that this is one of the worst stories I've ever written. I like the ending, though. Well, please, please, please, review and tell me what you think of this, being that it's the end of this story! Thanks!
Disclaimer: Just read the darn thing already!
Costumes. Makeup. Actors. Actresses. Ball gowns. Sets. Understudies filling in the parts of people who were dead or, (at the moment) shaking with convulsions before turning into a werewolf. James had a confused impression of all of this as Sirius attempted to help him into his smoking jacket. (A/N: not real one, idiots! It's a costume!) He finally struggled into the sleeves and carefully brushed his hair flat, a project that consumed most of the time before he went on stage. And then they had to have the added difficulty. No more confundus charm. They really had to act. Since the Lily incident, nothing was the same. Well, it wouldn't be that hard to pretend to be almost mad with love for Lily, he thought grimly.
Lily hurried into a white, beaded, Victorian looking gown. It was perfectly gorgeous. Then she stared at her hair, done in an extravagant up do. Someone, (she had no idea who, though, probably Severus) Sent her a single white rose, which she had requested had been put in her hair for good luck. She looked at herself. Someone whistled.
"Lily, you look good," Sirius said, grinning. Lily mock-slapped his face with her glove.
"You aren't supposed to be here anyway," She said, sniffily.
"Who cares about rules? You broke or are going to break most of Hogwarts ones tonight at graduation."
"Shut up."
"You know the look on Snape's face will be priceless."
"Yeah, I know. I can't wait!"
"So anyway, I just came in to tell you good luck," he said.
"Yeah, break a leg, Padfoot."
"WHAT?"
"Actors saying. It's good luck, or in other words, do a good job or I'll really break your leg."
" Oh. Break a leg, tiger Lily. By the way," he smirked. "Nice rose."
~**~
Being on stage was a heck of a lot easier than waiting in the dressing room, thought James, as he walked on stage before the lights went up. And you can't see the audience anyway, so what's the difference? I'm thinking gibberish. James, calm down. I can't...the lights went up. You can't see the audience at all when you're in a spotlight, He noted. Uh Oh, line.
"This is no house for a child, Neville."
"I couldn't agree more."
I'd like to smack your face...
"I won't have her dressed in black, wandering about like a lost soul."
Am I on autopilot or something? James wondered. How the heck did we get to that part? He kept himself from committing murder to Severus, remember James, he told himself, Homicide on stage is never a good thing...
~**~
"A man who came to my garden...a man I hardly knew..."
Lily sang. And sang. And sang. This was getting monotonous. Well at least she was singing to James; that made things a little more interesting...
~**~
It was much easier under the confundus charm, James decided. That way he didn't know who he was, and contrary to that awful feeling, was that he didn't know who Snape was. This was the big song that they had, and, as Sirius told him about another theater quip, (he didn't know where Padfoot had gotten "Break a leg" from...) if Snape didn't do a good job, then he would really break his leg. Well here goes nothing. The lights went up, and Snape began to sing.
(A/N: I'm doing this part in script format because it will take to long otherwise.)
Snape: Strangely quiet, but now the storm simply rests, to strike again. Standing waiting I think of her, I think of her...
James: Strange, this Mary, she leaves the room, yet remains, she lingers on. Something stirs me to think of her, I think of her...
Snape: From death she casts her spell, at night we her sighs, and now a girl has come who has her eyes...she has her eyes, the girl has Lily's bright green eyes, those eyes that saw him happy long ago. Those eyes that gave him life and hope he'd never known, how can he see the girl and miss those bright green eyes?
James: She has her eyes, she has my Lily's bright green eyes, those eyes that closed and left me all alone, those eyes I feel will never ever let me go, how can I see this girl who has her bright green eyes? In Lily's eyes a castle, this house seemed to be, and I her bravest knight became my lady fair was she.
Snape: She has her eyes she has my Lily's bright green eyes, those eyes that loved my brother, never me, those eyes that never saw me, never knew I longed, to hold her close to live at last in Lily's eyes...
James: imagine me, a lover...
Snape: I longed for the day; she'd turn and see me standing there,
Both: Would God have let her stay!
Snape: She has her eyes,
James: She has...
Both: she has Lily's bright green eyes,
James: those eyes that closed and left me all alone,
Snape: those eyes that first I loved so.
Both: how can I now forget that once I dared to be, in love alive and whole, in Lily's eyes? In Lily's eyes.
Thunderous applause. James had the confused expression of a standing ovation for one song. He walked off stage in a daze. A voice announced,
"It is now time for intermission, when I will hand out diplomas, and we will all give speeches and hand out diplomas. Then we will finish the play."
Names were called, and diplomas handed out to all the 7th years. Boring, boring, boring. That was until...
"Look! Peter! He's floating in the air!"
Screams and gasps came from the audience. Since Remus was no longer available, Peter had to be used as a substitute for the floating. Remus, a beater on the Qudditich team, was very comfortable in the air, and was a very good actor. The look on Peter's face was pure terror. Lily was having the time of her life. She watched Sirius sneak out of the room with a can of crazy glue. About 4 minutes later, he turned up again, and gave the thumbs up. Flitch was taken care of by Peeves. Mrs. Norris would never be the same again. James was nowhere to be seen...
"MR. SNAPE! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING???"
"Uh...I...Err..."
Snape had his wand out, somehow. Lily grinned. Good old James.
"YOUNG MAN, THIS MEANS DETENTION! 300 POINTS FROM SLYTHERIN! I NEVER THOUGHT YOU WOULD BEHAVE THIS WAY! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU WERE DOING??"
A very angry McGonagall pulled a stuttering Snape away by the ear. As soon as Snape had dropped his wand, Peter fell with a thud to the floor. He promptly crawled under the table and grasped one of its legs as if to keep it from happening again. Lily nearly burst with laughter. Dumbledore stood up.
"After that rather unfortunate occurrence, now we will have Professor Evillson give his speech. Professor Evillson?"
"Idiot" Evillson stood up and walked to the platform. Sirius and James sat innocently next to Lily, as if they had never moved. No one knew they had gone.
"It's going to go as soon as he says "it," whispered James.
"Ladies, Gentleman, and especially, Slytherins," began Evillson, "It..."
He got no farther than that. The stage was thought to explode. An enormous explosion erupted, leaving everything perfectly intact, but Evillson nowhere to be seen."
"Automatic floo powder," said Lily, sounding like a muggle commercial, "say where you want to go into the bag, attach timed filibuster firework to it, and bingo, your problems are solved. Can be found now in Knockturn Alley today!"
"So where did you tell it to go?" asked James.
"Timbuktu."
James's jaw dropped.
"You aren't Serious..."
"No, I'm Sirius..."
"And I'm Peter,"
"And I'm Lily,"
"AND YOU'RE JAMES!"
"Shut up," said James absentmindedly. "I thought that Timbuktu wasn't a real place."
"It is," said Lily, giggling slightly. "In Africa, in the heart of the jungle, he's never going to find his way out, because you can't apperate over two feet there! You didn't believe I was really going to send him there, did you? I said so."
"No."
"Shh...shut up, Dumbledore's talking..."
"Well," Dumbledore looked tired. "I suppose we must go on with the show..."
And so they did. The show continued, and ended with tumultuous plaudits. But the best, for Lily anyway, was the very end, at bows. James disappeared right after he bowed, and showed up, with a large bouquet of white roses, all matching the one in Lily's hair.
After Lily had kissed him soundly, (James was now the happiest man alive,) he noticed something. Snape, (who was allowed to come back to the show before he did his in school suspension,) was glaring eye daggers at him. Not just the normal, "I hate you, you did this," ones, either. It was...different, somehow. More like jealousy, or something...James didn't care. Why would he try to fathom the mind of an idiot?
~**~
"You wanted to see me sir?"
Snape looked up at Harry Potter, the bright green eyes that reflected his mother's.
"Yes, Potter, you will be scrubbing bedpans at 9:00 tonight. That is all." Snape managed to pull himself together. He shouldn't be doing this, getting lost in his memories. Potter nodded, then walked out the door. Snape sighed.
How can I now forget that once I dared to be, in love, alive and whole, in Lily's eyes? In Lily's eyes.
A/N: Well, that's the end; I think that this is one of the worst stories I've ever written. I like the ending, though. Well, please, please, please, review and tell me what you think of this, being that it's the end of this story! Thanks!