A/N: Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!! Here is chapter 8............................ Review???? Pweaz?? ~:sticks lower lip out:~ Hope y'all like it.
The next morning Lauren and I bounded down to the common room happily. Lauren stood directly in front of James.
"Let me see your hand," she demanded, her hands on her hips.
"Wha?" James asked, truly confused. He looked to me for help. I grinned. Guys are such idiots, especialy those really cute ones.
Lauren rolled her eyes. "Your hand, numb nuts! Let. Me. See. Your. Hand. I want to see your scar."
James, looked at her, still confused. Then suddenly his eyes cleared. "OH! THAT scar!" He held his hand out. The scar was identical to mine, except a mirror image.
Lauren sighed and wedged herself onto the couch between Sirius and James. "Sirius sweetheart? Why are we not the Chosen Ones?" she asked whistfully. Sirius shrugged and began nuzzling her neck, whispering sweet nothings.
"Don't wish something like that upon yourselves," I said, squeezing in between Lauren and James.
James wrapped his arm around my shoulder and kissed my cheek.
From the opposite end of the couch a muffled voice said, "Um, guys? These couches aren't exactly made for five people................"
I hopped up. "Remus! Why didn't you say something?"
James stood up also, looking quite amused.
Remus smiled. "Your little love-fest was quite interesting until I realized Sirius was sitting on me."
James sat down on the couch across from the other, pulling me by the waist.
"Lily dearest, what is in store for us today?" he asked.
"Well," said Sirius. "Dumbledore could tell you that you're The Chosen - oh wait, that already happened!"
I shot him a Look. He shrunk under the glare.
"I'm hungry," I declared.
"Ooooo, food!" Lauren said. "I'm hungry too!"
Slowly, the five of us made our way down to the Great Hall. I sat down next to James. He held my hand, resting our arms on my knee.
Suddenly, Lauren shouted "Mail Time! Everyone duck for fear of owl crap!" at the top of her lungs.
A large mass of owls flooded into the Great Hall, landing in front of their owners.
My own snowy owl, Florin, dropped an official looking letter in front of me. I opened it, not knowing what to expect. It was from the Ministry of Magic.
"Oh," I said, after reading the letter. "Voldemort has killed my parents. Isn't that lovely?"
And because of lack of options, I burst into tears.
Disclaimer: I own Lauren. That's it. Oh, and Lily's owl!!! And the Chosen One's concept. Everything else belongs to JKR.
The next morning Lauren and I bounded down to the common room happily. Lauren stood directly in front of James.
"Let me see your hand," she demanded, her hands on her hips.
"Wha?" James asked, truly confused. He looked to me for help. I grinned. Guys are such idiots, especialy those really cute ones.
Lauren rolled her eyes. "Your hand, numb nuts! Let. Me. See. Your. Hand. I want to see your scar."
James, looked at her, still confused. Then suddenly his eyes cleared. "OH! THAT scar!" He held his hand out. The scar was identical to mine, except a mirror image.
Lauren sighed and wedged herself onto the couch between Sirius and James. "Sirius sweetheart? Why are we not the Chosen Ones?" she asked whistfully. Sirius shrugged and began nuzzling her neck, whispering sweet nothings.
"Don't wish something like that upon yourselves," I said, squeezing in between Lauren and James.
James wrapped his arm around my shoulder and kissed my cheek.
From the opposite end of the couch a muffled voice said, "Um, guys? These couches aren't exactly made for five people................"
I hopped up. "Remus! Why didn't you say something?"
James stood up also, looking quite amused.
Remus smiled. "Your little love-fest was quite interesting until I realized Sirius was sitting on me."
James sat down on the couch across from the other, pulling me by the waist.
"Lily dearest, what is in store for us today?" he asked.
"Well," said Sirius. "Dumbledore could tell you that you're The Chosen - oh wait, that already happened!"
I shot him a Look. He shrunk under the glare.
"I'm hungry," I declared.
"Ooooo, food!" Lauren said. "I'm hungry too!"
Slowly, the five of us made our way down to the Great Hall. I sat down next to James. He held my hand, resting our arms on my knee.
Suddenly, Lauren shouted "Mail Time! Everyone duck for fear of owl crap!" at the top of her lungs.
A large mass of owls flooded into the Great Hall, landing in front of their owners.
My own snowy owl, Florin, dropped an official looking letter in front of me. I opened it, not knowing what to expect. It was from the Ministry of Magic.
"Oh," I said, after reading the letter. "Voldemort has killed my parents. Isn't that lovely?"
And because of lack of options, I burst into tears.
Disclaimer: I own Lauren. That's it. Oh, and Lily's owl!!! And the Chosen One's concept. Everything else belongs to JKR.