SUNSHINE IF ETERNAL; JAMES

SUNSHINE IF ETERNAL; 3; Lily

By Ginny :)

OK, part 3 has arrived! All you guys anxiously a-waiting my last everfic of the last ever series in the 'Lily And James' Epic, if you must know, I am reluctant to finnish... and there is still a VERY SLIGHT chance I'll do a next series, whe this Sunshine If Eternal one has finnished, which should be January some time. However, this is not a promise; it depends as to weather I can improve on the plot- line I've managed to formuate in my [insane? Probably!!!!] mind. -Eleen, yes, it is the one I told you, as far as I know- but ANYWAY! I guess you're sick of this and wanna read the fic. So. Here I go. This parts from Lily's POV.

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An hour. That's what it was. One hour of sheer boredom, pointlessness, and sucking up to adults, before Mummy finally suggested that we should leave, or we'd miss the train; I can't begin to express how relieved I was!

If you must know, I'd been sucking up to Potter's 'Ma', as he called her, because it's Done to have the pairents of the enemy on your side. It's a pity that Black's sister hadn't seemed to be enough of an idiot to believe that I was really like that, but you can't win them all, that's what I always say.

"Good afternoon, Mrs Potter, Miss Black, Mr and Mrs Norton," I smiled sweetly. Banbury was practically in hysterics; she knows what I'm really like, you see, "I'll see you at Hogwarts, right, boys? You too, Banbury."

My mother beamed, and Mrs Potter looked as though she wish that her son was more like me. Potter scowled at me horribly, and I returned their look of poison with one of pure algelicness. I'm used to play at the 'sweet little girl' for mummy and daddy. It's useful in my mini- war against Petunia-- she's my sister. The worst sister ever. At least I only act as though I'm stuck up in front of my pairents; she really is stuck up all the time!

"Goodbye, Lily dear. It was lovely to have met you," Mrs P beamed back at me "Aren't you going to say goodbye, James?"

"Bye, kid."

"Politely, James!"

"Goodbye. It was nice to have met you again. I hope to see you at Hogwarts," James obeyed his mother, stonily, still glaring at me. His mother tutted, but let it be.

"Not at all! I'm so glad to have got to know you!" I shrilled, almost hyterical with politeness.

Banbry was completely overtaken by giggles at this point, and was advised by her mum to go to the Ladie's, til she recovered.

As we turned to go, I heard Potter's mother say "What a simply darling child! James, you should take a leaf out of her book and be more polite."

I grinned to myself.

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We got off the train at Highams Park station, none so far away from my house. I like where I live a good deal. There's a forest on one side- Epping Forest; it used to belong to Queen Elizabeth the First- and on the other, a main street, boardered by neat, large houses, and a number of shops; bakerys, fish and chip shops, off licences, charity shops, and all.

"Oh," my mother turned to me, just outside the bakery, "Lily, do be a dear and run hope while I pop into the shop for a loaf of bread, will you?"

"Yes, alright." I smiled. If I was allowed to walk hope alone, I could sneak though the forest.

"And tell Ruth to put the pie in the oven from earlier." She handed me the bags full of Hogwarts things. I must have looked like a baglady, with no home to go to.

"Yes, mother," I made a mental note to do just that. Ruth is our cleaner. Mother does the cooking, and Ruth helps with the cleaning. It's all horribly upper- class!

"Thankyou, darling. I shan't be ten minutes."

"Goodbye, mother."

Hah, freedom at last! I turned off at the next corner, and entered Epping forest. The ground was muddy, as per usual, and the trees' braches along each side of the mud track stopped the gentle warmth of the sun heating me. I pulled my jumper closer round me, shivvering a little, but pretending to myself that this forest wasn't really in the middle of London, that I was 100s of miles away from civilisation, my sisters, Petunia and Heather, and school.

I slipped once or twice on the mud, and twigs from the overhanging branches caught in my hair, but I didn't mind. I was too busy day dreaming about nothing in particular. I left the forest at a break in the bushes that lead onto a back street, which was fairly empty, save for a couple walking along it.

Unfortunately, the couple consisted of my sister Petunia, and her latest boyfriend- a stuck up boy of sixteen, the same age as my sister incidently, called Clarence. I know that Petunia dosn't like Clarence-- she left her diary lying about one day, and the tempataion was too strong-- but is actually after soem other freak aclled Vernon. Which is an even worse name then Clarence, if you ask my opinion.

Petunia assumed a glassy star as soon as she noticed me, and as I passed the couple I pulled my most hideous grimace at them. I know that Petunia will deny all knowledge of me afterwards, and live in mortal dread of Clarence finding out that this untidy, muddy, rude bag- girl is her little sister. And sooner or later it'll be 'Bye Bye Clarence, And Hello, Boyfriend Number Two'!

I'm only saving her from herself. Catch me ever falling in love! Huh, that's just for girly girls, like my sister; not for me!

I entered my house, which was warm and cosy, despite the fact it was quite large. In the sitting room, my little sister, Heather, was watching Blue Peter on the television.

"Hiya, Heather," I gcalled over to her.

"Hello, Lily. Look, Valerie's showing how to make hand puppets!"

"So she is," I glanced at the TV, where some woman was fiddling about with bits of cardboard and framage frais pots "very exciting. I'm just going to find Ruth, alright?"

"Yes, alright."

My younger sister isn't so bad, really. She's almost 9 years old, and definitely an improvement on Petunia. I'd sometimes wish I was mroe like her then like me. I'm all together too plotting for my own good, but at least I'm not stupid. That's something.

"Ruth?" I called up the stairs. No answer. She must already be in the kitchin.

Indeed she was, and with the radio on loudly, singing along to The Brides' Song from that musical called Trail By Jury. I banged on the door, and she ignored me, continuing to sing. Badly.

"Though the tempest lower, time may cast a shade..."

"Ruth?"

"Sunshine if eternal makes the flowers fade..."

"Hello? Ruth?!" I banged harder. Still no response.

"Time may do his duty; let the theif alone..."

I gave up, and threw the door open.

"Lily, I thought I told you to knock before you came into the kitchins?" she turned round sharply.

"I did, though. You were singing."

"Oh, alright. What do you want, girl?" Ruth dosn't like me all that much. She's another one whose got me all sussed out, much to my annoyence.

"Ruth, mother said you were to put the pie in the oven."

"Eh, alright," she turned back, to the kitchin side "You going or what?"

"Yes, I'm going. Have fun singing." I left. There was no point in pushing my luck further then it neeeded to go. Besides, I had to get changed before mother got home and noticed I had gotten myself muddy in the woods, and to sort my Hogwarts bits and pieces into my trunk.

I washed myself as best I might without actually having a bath or shower, and decided to try on my new robes. They were long and black, not to mention about as unfrivilous as it is possible to get.

I struggled to pull it over my head, and then discovered that I'd tried to put my head through one of the arm holes. I tried again, this time with a little more sucess. I pulled my hair out from the back through the nape of my neck, and placed the new hat on my head. My short red hair showed up startlingly against the darkness of my robes, and my green eyes fixed on my image in the mirror, in their usual accusing, thick- lashed stare.

I could have looked worse. The robe was a little too big to allow me room to 'grow into it'. I'm a little small for my age, which gives me a rather odd look; the unusual, red har and green eyes, twinned with my shortness and slight plumpness, and my lilttle round face seemes to be almost dominated by them. I'm not sure if I like that way I look or not, but at least I don't look like Petunina. She has buck teath, blonde hair, and a neck like an ostrich's. For looking round corners and evesdropping, you know. She should join up with Potter; bird neck and bird brain- they should get on like a nest on fire.

I have a cat and an owl to act as my familiars this year. The cat's a beautiful tortaishell creature, called Penzance, and the owls a snowy, called Emerald. I adore them both, even if they do sometimes bring dead mice in. Dead mice might actually come in useful, next time Petunia tells on me for doing something I shouldn't have. She hates all animals, except her puppy, which is the most odeous little thing you could imagine. Kissy- Woo. The name should tell you all there is to know about the horrid animal. It hates me utterly, and the feeling is entirely mutual. It spends all day lounging around eating dogiie chocs, and yapping at me, Penzance, and Emerald.

I realised that I was fast going into a daze, and shook myself back awake.

Two days til I begin at my new school. Two days. I wonder if I'll make many new friends? Or will they all be like those boys in Diagon Ally? I do so hope not. I wonder if Banbury's feeling this nervous? I shouldn't think so, as Banbury's one of those typical 'take it or leave it' girls. Nothing seems to bother her, except when she's feeling dissaproving.

Two days. Two days to put up with Petunia. So maybe it's not so bad!

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OK, Please r/r! Tell me what you think! :) The next part will be Narrated by either Remus, Peter, or a new charactor- Anadromdea [better known as Ann, lolz]. Have a nice Christmas holiday and everything! I'm gonna spend Christmas day and Boxing day listening to Stephen Fry and Martin Jarvis reading Book one and Book 4 on the radio! Actually, I doubt that I could stand over 20 hours [not solid, but still...!] of listening to it!

PLEASE R/R AND HAVE A HAPPY CHRISTMAS!!!!

Ginny :)