Authors Notes- This is the disclamer- I do not own anything, never will own anything, Harry Potter people own everything! End of disclamer. Hi, I'm back, with the sixth chapter of my fic, Lily's Lake. She is in school now, for another year of fun and festivities. A strange detention changes the course of the story! As you guessed, she's going on home for the Hollidays, and guess what, I just did the Summary without marking it! Bad me, bad me! Ok, start with the fic!
Lily's Lake
Chapter 6
"I am going to die of starvation," Anya complained.
"Maybe you should've ate dinner instead of flying it at the Potter Gang," I said, sitting in front of my mirror.
(Author's Note- Ok, so I cut the feast, I didn't know what to do with it! Don't worry, you'll see another one).
"Lily, where did you put my hair tie?" Andrea asked, coming into the room from the bathroom.
"On the table. Really, Anya, you should've eat when we told you to," I said.
Anya glared at me, and stood up.
"Where are you going?" Netta asked.
"The kitchens. I'm starving, and I need some food or I will really die of hunger!" Anya said, and disappeared into the hallway.
"She's going to get caught one of these days," Andrea said, looking after Anya.
I left my mirror, and walked over to my bed. It was so great to be back here, at Hogwarts. Of course, our first feast had been ruined by an under-the-table food fight between Anya and the Potter Gang. We had found out only when our legs became covered in missed food.
"My hair is almost back to wear it was before Anya cut it," I said, climbing into bed.
"Yeah, a few more weeks and it will be back to normal," Netta said.
I sat down under the blankets, and waited until Anya came back with an arm full of food, and a stomach full as well.
"Guess who else was there? The Potter Gang. You see, they were hungry too," Anya said.
"You have stooped so low that you are actually doing what they do? Ugh!" I cried, throwing my pillow at her.
"Hey, Lily! At least I'm not in love with one of them!" Anya cried, throwing the pillow back.
"Anya Jones!" I screamed.
Everyone was laughing. I pulled my curtains back and went to sleep, to angry to talk.
"I really don't like the fact that I have to go from the north side to the field!" I complained, looking at my schedule.
I had the wizard type Math (so Mum wouldn't get on my case) and then Magical Creatures.
"Come on, Lil'. We're going to be late for our first day, and that wouldn't be very good," Andrea said, standing up.
We left breakfast and walked up to Arithmacy (math). The four of us were the only girls in Gryffindor taking it, and there were only three more, one from Slytherin, and two from Ravenclaw, in our class. And only three boys were taking the class (Remus included).
"Ok, class, file in and find your seats on the chart," the Professor said, opening the door.
We exchanged glances. A seating chart! So much for my sitting next to my friends! I walked into the classroom, and we looked at the chalkboard. A huge piece of parchment was hanging on it. I looked up my name, and found I was sitting at the end of the third row, next to Remus. Andrea sat on the other side of Remus in the three group, and Anya and Netta sat behind us, in the last row, next to each other.
"Allright class, now that you are in your seats, I would like to introduce you to the wonderful art of Arithmacy!" Professor Keen (his name was next to the seating chart which had disappeared).
His lecture went on, from what we would be doing, to behavior. I found it awfully funny the Professor Keen had a burry mustache that covered his mouth, and small, beady eyes. But, of course, as my Mum would say, 'Don't judge a book by its cover'.
Finally, the class ended and we left with a piece of parchment with thirty problems on them, simple things from normal school.
We met the rest of the Potter gang, including Peter, at Care for Magical Creatures. The professor was Professor Lyle. James began to smirk the moment he said his name.
A box of worm like creatures were brought out, and we were told to pick one, in groups of three, chosen by Professor Lyle.
I was grouped with Netta and James. We walked up and got our worm thingy.
"Hey, Lyle... I mean Lily, will you hold him for a second?" James asked, handing the worm to me.
I screamed, and dropped it from my hand. Professor Lyle ran over. I didn't notice, I was to busy glaring at James.
"Nice class, Evans. I'm guessing your not one for worms," Severus Snape hissed as he walked to his table at lunch.
"And you're not one for shampoo either, I guess!" I cried after him, smirking in satisfaction.
"Nice one, Lily. You're getting good at this dissing other people stuff," Anya said, slapping my back.
"Ow! That hurts!" I cried, rubbing my back.
Anya giggled, and went back to her meal.
That night I came back from a bath to find my roommates giggling over something.
"What was that all about?" I asked.
Netta stuck something behind her back. I walked over, glaring her as if I was searching her.
"What are you hiding behind your back? Show it to me! Show me it!" I cried, putting my hand out.
"Believe me, Lil', you don't want to see this! You'll blow your head off all the way to New York!" Andrea warned.
"All the more reason for me to see it!" I said plainly.
"You don't want to see it, Lily. Andrea means it when she said that," Jenna warned.
"Give it to me!" I cried, trying to grab it from Netta.
We began a game of chase. Netta crawled across her bed, and around to her table, with me behind her. We circled the room a few times, and then Netta ran to the door. I followed her down into the Common Room, ignoring the stairs. She ran behind a chair. I ran infront of it. We played block for a few minutes, until I caught her and took what was behind her back. It was a picture.
"There. Now that wasn't so hard was it?" I said, smirking.
I sat down in the chair while Netta ran back upstairs. I allowed myself to catch my breath, ignoring the fact that my room mates were spying on me from the stairs. Then I looked at the picture.
And screamed. It was a fake picture that Netta had obviously cut up and put some stuff in. It was of James and me.
My arm was around his shoulder, and he had his around mine. These were from the group pictures. I had my arm around Anya, and he had his around Sirius, as friends having fun.
"NETTA! ANDREA! ANYA! JENNA!" I screamed, and ran upstairs.
They were cowering in the corner.
"Hey, we meant it as a joke, honestly! You don't have to kill us or anything!" Anya pleaded.
"I won't kill you, but any more of this fake picture stuff and I will!" I warned, and got into bed.
Everyone sighed, and I went to sleep.
Halloween came happily. That day we were set to go to Hogsmeade. We dressed warmly, and followed the crowd of people leaving the school and going into town.
"I have a second cousin who lives around here. She said I'm welcome to come around when ever I want," Andrea said.
"Really? Anra told me about this place tons of times! She said it's clearly the best," Anya said, looking around.
"What should we do first?" I asked.
Netta shrugged, concentrating fully on putting new film into her camera. Anya was already walking towards a shop. We ran up and followed her inside. It wasn't too crowded.
"This is the joke shop. The other shops are to crowded to go in right now," Anya said.
We walked among the joke devices, looking at each of them.
"Is this Potter matieral?" we would ask each other, laughing over the whole thing.
Afterwards we went from shop to shop, while carefully avoiding the boys. The last shop left was a bookstore. We walked in.
I walked through the many shelves, reading the titles.
A book was open on the floor. I went to pick it up, and looked down at the page. It was a strange page, with a picture of a full moon on it.
"And Dickens growled as his skin changed to fur until he was in his werewolf form, on that night of the full moon," I read.
A thought sturck me suddenly. It was a strange thought, but could it be true?
"Lil'? Is that you over here?" Andrea asked, walking to the shelf where I was.
"Andrea, have you noticed anything about when Remus disappears, or when he's sick?" I asked, not looking up from the book.
"Yeah. It's once a month. Why?" Andrea asked.
I read the next sentence.
"It was over, until the next month of the full moon," I read to myself, and my jaw dropped.
"No reason. Come on, I have to go pay for this, and then lets get back," I said, closing the book and taking it in my arms.
The Potter gang and LANA sat in the Common Room as always, right before the feast.
"I forgot something up in the room," Remus said, and stood up to go to his room.
I excused myself for the bathroom, and left the others. But instead of leaving, I ran over to Remus, and grabbed the back of his robes.
"I found out what you were. I found out why you disappear every month," I told him.
He went pale.
"Come on, I need you to explain to me," I said.
We snuck out of the Common Room and out into the hallway. We walked to the classroom where I do my wrapping and stuff.
"You're a werewolf, aren't you?" I asked, not waiting to catch my breath.
"Please don't tell anyone Lily. Dumbledore's being so nice to let me go to school, I don't want to ruin it," Remus begged.
"I didn't plan on telling anyone, but you've got to. Sirius and James deserve to know! I won't tell my friends without your premision, but you need to tell the boys," I said.
"I know, but I'm just too nervous. What if they don't want me to be their friend anymore?" Remus asked.
"Really, Remus! Get real and stop thinking like a first year!" I said, and left the room.
I joined the rest of my friends in the Common Room. Remus walked in five minutes later, pale. I nodded to him.
"Guys, I need to talk to, privately," Remus said.
Sirius and James followed him out of the Common Room. We looked after them, my friends curious.
"What was that all about?" Netta asked.
"I don't know, but we are going to be late for the feast! Come on," I said, standing up.
We all walked down to the feast. After we sat down, the boys joined us, all smiley. I could tell it had gone well.
"Ready to eat? I am," Anya said, taking some potatoes and a piece of chicken and steak.
"You bet! I couldn't be more ready!" I cried, taking a cut of my steak.
We ate and listened the Halloween Music floating through the Great Hall. It was wonderful that night, but it would get much much worse.
"So, you figured Remus out before I did. Smart, aren't you?" James whispered to me as we were leaving.
"What do you want?" I whispered back.
"Wait, stop walking. I want to talk to you privately, you know, find out how you found out, so on," James said.
We waited until everyone had left the hallway, and I turned to face him.
"Happy? Now, what did you want to know? How I found out? Oh, that's easy. I saw it in a book, and figured it out. Anyone with a brain could have done it," I answered.
"Haha, very funny. I do have a brain, and I use it just as much as you do," James said.
"Really, prove it," I said.
"Ok. Here's an axe, cut off my brain, and you can see," James said.
"Very funny. Ok, you use your brain, a little. What did you want to talk to me about, other than the book?" I asked.
"So, you convinced Remus to tell us about his secret," James said lazily.
"Yeah, I thought you should know. After all, he is your best friend, you should know," I said.
"Well, at least he knows we won't unbefriend him for that little secret thing," James said.
"That's important," I nodded in agreement.
Our eyes locked for a second. I couldn't move, I was like frozen. What's happening? Why can't I move?
"Mr. Potter! Miss Evans! There is suppose to be no wandering in the halls after nine o'clock!" McGonagall cried, walking up behind us.
I came out of my frozeness, just like James. My face went all pale though. We had been caught out in the halls after the time to be in dorms.
"Hi, Professor. What's the problem?" I asked, smiling fakely.
"You know I have to give you both detentions now. I suppose you should get up to your Common Room before I give you each two," McGonagall said.
We ran away and up to the Common Room.
"Thanks a lot, Potter! Now I have a detention just because you wanted to talk to me!" I cried, and went up to my room, slapping him.
"Where were you, Lil'? We were worried," Netta asked, opening the curtains around her bed.
"Potter got us both detentions!" I cried, getting my pajamas out of my chest, and going into the bathroom to change.
I went right to bed, too angry to talk to anyone.
"Here are your detentions, Miss Evans, Mr. Potter," McGonagall said two days later.
I was handed a slip of paper. It read, Detention with Professor Minerva McGonagall at 8:00 pm.
"Great, just great. I have a detention with McGonagall today at 8," I said, putting the paper down.
"So do I! So do I!" James sang, smiling at me.
I groaned, and ate my breakfast.
"We are lost, admit it," I said, still very mad at James for getting us into this.
James and I were walking to McGonagall's office. James had insisted on taking a shortcut, but the shortcut had got us lost.
"We are not lost, Lilian. Did we pass that statue a few minutes ago?" James asked, pointing to a statue.
"Yes we did. Now, admit it, we are lost. It's really simple to say that," I said cooly.
"No thank you, Lilian. Now, will you open that door?" James asked, pointing to a door.
"My name is not Lilian, it's Lily. Really, after three years I would have expected you to know it," I said cooly.
He motioned to the door. I opened it, and found a long corridor with a door at the end. We walked down it, and out to door. We were standing right in front of McGonagall's classroom.
"We are not lost! We are not lost anymore!" I cried, jumping up in down in happiness, and stepping on James' toe.
"Ah, Mr. Potter, Miss Evans, right on time. Come in, I have something for you to do," McGonagall said.
We walked into the classroom. She handed us a dark quill with ink, and pointed to a stack of papers.
"I want you to write that 'I will not be found in the halls after 9:00' until those papers are gone. Write it small," McGonagall said.
I groaned, and sat down. I got to work, and wrote it quickly. This was horrible.
James was humming a song whil writing. It was getting really annoying while I was trying to write.
"Stop humming, allready," I said.
"No, maybe I don't want to," James answered.
"Be quiet you two!" McGonagall growled from her desk.
But we kept arguing until we had started to throw paper in anger. McGonagall ran over.
"That's it, you two! Go back to your dorms, and come back here tomorrow night," McGonagall ordered.
We stood up. I ran ahead, and went straight to bed.
"This detention will be different. Now, you two go through that door right there," McGonagall said.
She pointed to the door in her classroom. I walked over, ignoring James (I still hated him), and opened the door and stepped in. James followed.
"It's dark in here! Where's the light?" I asked.
"There's a single candle on the floor. You are in a closet, and I am going to lock you in for three hours, so that you will learn to get along. All the teachers seriously think you need this," McGonagall said.
I opened my mouth to protest, but the door was closed, and locked. I groaned, feeling my pockets for my wand. It was gone.
"Oh, great. I don't have my wand, I'm locked in a closet, and I'm with James Potter! Can this day get any worse?" I cried, sitting down, my back leaning against the wall.
Meanwhile, at the teacher's lounge, all the teachers were sitting around.
"Are Evans and Potter in the closet?" one of the teachers asked.
"Yes," McGonagall answered, sitting down in one of the chairs in the room.
"It's about time. Those two need some time together. They fight way to much, they are terrors when their mad at each other," another teacher said.
"Yes, they are. But I think they will end up liking each other, with help of the closet or not," Dumbledore whispered.
"What? What do you mean, like?" another professor said, looking up at Dumbledore.
"We'll all find out one of these days," Dumbledore said.
Back in the closet, James was trying without success to light the candle. I was leaning against the wall still.
"My parents are going to kill me. Getting two detentions in three days," I cried.
"Detentions aren't that bad. I get them a lot," James said, trying to find another match.
"But I don't get detentions a lot! I don't have parents who understand!" I cried, burying my head in my hands.
And I began to cry. I had a detention, with James Potter none the less! I was going to die!
"Lil', is that you? What's the matter? Why are you crying?" James asked, finally lighting the candle.
"Leave me alone, Potter," I cried (literally).
"Look, I'm sorry about getting us in trouble so much. I'm really sorry," James said, putting a hand on my shoulder.
"Leave me alone! You got us in trouble, and we can't get out of it!" I cried, turing on him.
"I said I'm sorry, and I meant it!" James said, nodding his head.
I looked into his eyes. There was a certain shine in them that made me believe him. He was sorry!
"It's just that, I'm a model student, and here I am, in detention. My parents are going to kill me, if I don't kill myself first," I cried.
"You can't kill yourself! That's stuff people do in America, and we aren't America! You have people who care about you," James said.
"It's just that... I can't stand this! I'm not suppose to be in detention," I cried, and the tears burst again, this time harder.
James hugged me, and I cried on his shoulder. It was strange, I would never have done this before, but it felt so nice.
"I hear footsteps!" James hissed.
I looked up and him, and we both looked at the door. It didn't open. The footsteps walked right by it.
"Great. When will they let us out?" James asked.
We ended up sitting next to each other against the wall, facing the candle, talking. Finally, McGonagall opened the door, and found us talking nicely. She nearly gasped, but nodded.
"Ok, you can go back to your Common Room now. I don't want to find you fighting anymore," McGonagall said.
We scrurried back to the Common Room.
"Christmas! Thank goodness," Netta said, sitting back in her seat.
We were on our way home for the holidays. I was going home to my family, and my friends are going to their houses.
I smiled, looking at the letter Violet had sent me. We were all excited, and Mum had gotten the whole family to come to our house so that I would be able to stay home.
"You will all write me, right?" I asked.
"Course, Lil'. Why wouldn't we?" Anya asked.
Andrea sat in the corner, reading a book. She didn't look up at all, not until we reached the station.
"Yea! I'm going home!" I cried, swinging on the handles on the side of the train.
"Not if you don't get moving. We want to get a good place in the line to go meet your parents," Andrea said.
We stood in line. When I walked through the barrier I could see Mum, Dad, and Violet waiting for me. I ran over, and hugged them all.
"Lily! Come on, let's get home. Petunia can't handle dinner by herself," Mum said.
We rode home, where I unpacked.
"Christmas! Yea!" Violet said.
I walked down the stairs Christmas morning. Violet, Petunia, Mum, and Dad were sitting around the tree. I sat down next to them, and we unwrapped gifts.
"Oh, isn't that a cute dress? Why don't you wear that? I'm going to go start dinner," Mum said.
"But Mum..." I started.
"No arguments. Now, go change. The guests will be here soon," Mum said.
I went upstairs. My extended family was coming over, and, of course, the Potters. James' parents had ordered him home this year, so I had to face a day with him.
I changed into the dress Grandma and Grandpa had given me. It was a green dress with a white sash with a bow.
"You look just wonderful, Lily. Now, will you help me by setting this on the table?" Mum asked, handing me a bowl of jello.
I left the kitchen, and went into the dinning room. Then I went back to the kitchen. Mum looked at me.
"Lily! You're hair is a mess! Petunia! Will you take over for a few minutes?" Mum asked.
Petunia, who was sitting in the corner, nodded. Mum took my hand and we went to my room. I was sat in front of my breau. Mum took a comb, and combed my hair.
"So, Lily. What have you been doing at school over these months?" Mum asked.
"Nothing really. I've studied, aced every test, nothing really," I answered, closing my eyes.
"Any boyfriends, yet?" Mum asked.
"Mum! For your information, no. I work on my studies too much," I answered, smiling.
"Ah, you need one. I had met your father by now. Of course, I hated his gutts, but I knew I loved him. Somewhere, deep inside of me, I knew I loved him," Mum said.
"MUM! AUNT LUCY IS HERE!" Violet yelled from downstairs.
"I'll be right down, Vi. Take their coats," Mum said.
She turned to me, and smiled.
"There, you look perfect. Now, come on downstairs and join the rest of us," Mum said.
She left. I waited a moment, before going down the stairs. Aunt Lucy was a huge woman. She had two children, my older cousins, Daniel and Melissa. Her children were nice people, but Melissa had a HUGE ego.
"Hello, Lily!" Aunt Lucy said, wrapping me in a hug.
Violet stood with Mum, having already received her hug. She also wore the dress our grandparents had gotten her. Her's was pretty, a white dress with flowers up the sides.
I went into the living room, sitting down on the couch.
"Hello, Lily. How are you these days?" Melissa asked, sitting down next to me.
"Fine, Melissa. How are you? Still have those three boyfriends?" I asked her, grinning fakily.
"Oh yes. But I had to dump Pete, he was getting annoying. Of course, John, remember him, asked me out. So I excepted," Melissa said.
Wrong question, I told myself. Now I had to listen to Melissa talk about her personal life. Great!
"Do you have a boyfriend yet, Lily? I had two by your age. Of course, I'm just two years older," Melissa said.
"Mellie! Come over here, darling! There are some wonderful chips I want you to taste," Aunt Lucy cried.
I smiled. Aunt Lucy, always thinking about her stomache.
I sat back on the couch, and watched Mum welcome people into our home. Aunt Lucy and Aunt Bella (who had four kids, one older than me, and the rest younger) were Mum's sisters. Dad had an older brother, Uncle Theo. Uncle Theo had 1 kid, my younger cousin Lisa. Mum's parents were dead, leaving only Dad's parents as my grandparents.
Speaking of grandparents...
"Lily! Dearest! How are you?" Grandma cried, embracing me.
I smelt her usual smell of Lilacs, the smell of her hand lotion. Once, I had tried it, and the smell was too much for me. I had been four years old at that time, and Mum had left Petunia and I with our grandparents.
"I'm fine, Grandma," I answered.
She let go of me, and smiled. She went to suffucate Violet with one of her hugs, which I had learned to breathe through.
"Lily, are you still out here?" Mum asked.
I nodded. She walked over to me, and sat down. Her hair was up in a bun with two crystal earings dangling down.
"I was talking with Vicky Potter (my version of James' Mum). She and Luke (my version of James' dad) are going on a second honeymoon, and they need someone to take care of James," Mum said.
I didn't like the way this was going.
"So I volunteered for James to stay here until mid-July. She felt horrible, and said you, Petunia, and Violet could stay over there until August, while your Dad and I go with Aunt Lucy to Scotland. Isn't that nice?" Mum asked.
My heart dropped. Spend an entire summer around James Potter? Wasn't living across the street from him good enough? Sure, he could be sweet sometimes... Lily Evans! You, thinking such thoughts about James Potter!
"Ah, speaking of the Potters, that must be then right now. Why don't you go get the door?" Mum said.
"Do I have to?" I asked.
"Lily Ann Evans! Go open that door right now!" Mum scolded me.
I groaned, and stood up. I walked out of the living room and down the hall to the front door (we usually use the side door into the kitchen).
Sure enough, the Potters were standing outside of the door.
"Hello, Lily. How are you?" Vicky asked.
"Fine, thank you. Everyone's right through that door right there," I said, smiling sweetly but fakely.
"Thank you, dear," Vicky said.
I smiled. James went last, and I walked beside him.
"What are you, the bellhop, Lilian?" James asked.
I stepped on his toe really, really, really hard. He winced in the sudden pain in his toe.
"Oops, sorry," I said sweetly.
"What was that for?" James asked.
"Calling me Lilian, since it is not my name. It is Lily Evans, get it right," I said, and we walked into the room.
I stepped on his toe really, really, really (no, this is not daygauyoo whatever (can't spell it)) hard.
"What was that for?" James asked again.
"Can't think of a reason. There," I said, and stepped on his toe again, "That was for the fun of it."
Lucy, Melissa, and Grandma stood together watching Lily step on his toe.
"Aren't they so cute together? Look, they are flirting," Melissa said.
"That's flirting? Wow, now I have seen everything. I can lie down and die, and I will be happy for seeing everything," Grandma said.
"No, it's an unspoken attraction. It's something from one of those romance novels or a movie," Melissa corrected.
"Whatever you say, Mellie. Whatever you say," Lucy said.
"So, Lily does have a boyfriend. I told you you should, but you already had one," Melissa said, walking up to me.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"You and that boy! Come on, it's easy to see, you like each other!" Melissa cried, motioning to James, who was across the room.
"Really, Melissa. He's like a brother," I said.
"But he's not. See, isn't that the magic of it?" Melissa asked.
"No, not really," I said, and walked back to the couch.
"Hey, Lil', the kids are playing a game outside, even Petunia, and Daniel. Melissa is going out to join them," James said.
Before I knew it, James had dragged me outside. They were playing tag. Lisa ran by and tagged James.
"Better run, Lil', or I'll tag you!" James said.
I laughed in the stupidity of this game, and ran away from him. He chased after me. Soon, we were the only ones running. Everyone else had stopped to watch. I ran in front of him, the end of my sash tailing behind me. James was trying to catch up. But I knew the yard. I knew where all the rocks were, and how to jump them. He didn't, and tripped constantly.
"Ah, the joy of teenage love," Lucy said, looking out the window.
Everyone who was there was looking out the window, watching Lily and James' antics.
"Vicky, it looks like our families might end up closer than we thought, at least our kids will be," Mrs. Evans said.
"You're right. I mean, look at them. We looked like that when we were in love," Vicky said.
"You are yet again right," Mrs. Evans said.
That night, I lay in my bed, remembering the day. What had begun a nice day, turned into a boring one, and then a beautiful one! Even though we had no snow, I didn't need a white Christmas.
(Author's Note- I'm putting a song from Backstreet Boys, Black and Blue in here right...now!)
Remember when we never needed each other
The best of friends like sister and brother
We understood we'd never be alone
Those days are gone
Now I want you so much
The night is long and I need your touch
Don't know what to say
Never meant to feel this way
Don't want to be alone tonight
What can I do to make you mine
Falling so hard, so fast, this time
What did I say, what did you do
How did I fall in love with you
I hear your voice and I start to tremble
Brings back the child I resemble
I can not pretend that we can still be friends
Don't want to be alone tonight
What can I do to make you mine
Falling so hard, so fast, this time
What did I say, what did you do
How did I fall in love with you
I wanna say these lines yet it has to be tonight
Just need you to know
I don't want to live this life I don't want to say goodbye
With you I want to spend the rest of my life
What can I do to make you mine
Falling so hard, so fast, this time
What did I say, what did you do
How did I fall in love with you
What can I do to make you mine
Falling so hard, so fast, this time
Everythings changed we never knew
How... did...I...fall...in...love...with...you?
Author's Notes- Hehe, a itty bit more than I said in the Summary. Hey, life is full of little suprises. Does anyone know the Potter's real first name? Thanks to everyone who reviewed, I really loved them. I smirked the whole time in writing this, but I am the author and am completely qualified to do that. How did you like the closet scene. I promised myself no real love scenes until at least fourth year, so wait up you people. This was a little longer than my other ones, but I am qualified to that. Also, how did you like that ending song? I don't know the name, but it's the last song on the Black and Blue cd (I don't own it!). You will most likely see it again, ok? Not all of it fits right now, but it will (I think). Enough talking. R&R please, and be nice about it.
Lily's Lake
Chapter 6
"I am going to die of starvation," Anya complained.
"Maybe you should've ate dinner instead of flying it at the Potter Gang," I said, sitting in front of my mirror.
(Author's Note- Ok, so I cut the feast, I didn't know what to do with it! Don't worry, you'll see another one).
"Lily, where did you put my hair tie?" Andrea asked, coming into the room from the bathroom.
"On the table. Really, Anya, you should've eat when we told you to," I said.
Anya glared at me, and stood up.
"Where are you going?" Netta asked.
"The kitchens. I'm starving, and I need some food or I will really die of hunger!" Anya said, and disappeared into the hallway.
"She's going to get caught one of these days," Andrea said, looking after Anya.
I left my mirror, and walked over to my bed. It was so great to be back here, at Hogwarts. Of course, our first feast had been ruined by an under-the-table food fight between Anya and the Potter Gang. We had found out only when our legs became covered in missed food.
"My hair is almost back to wear it was before Anya cut it," I said, climbing into bed.
"Yeah, a few more weeks and it will be back to normal," Netta said.
I sat down under the blankets, and waited until Anya came back with an arm full of food, and a stomach full as well.
"Guess who else was there? The Potter Gang. You see, they were hungry too," Anya said.
"You have stooped so low that you are actually doing what they do? Ugh!" I cried, throwing my pillow at her.
"Hey, Lily! At least I'm not in love with one of them!" Anya cried, throwing the pillow back.
"Anya Jones!" I screamed.
Everyone was laughing. I pulled my curtains back and went to sleep, to angry to talk.
"I really don't like the fact that I have to go from the north side to the field!" I complained, looking at my schedule.
I had the wizard type Math (so Mum wouldn't get on my case) and then Magical Creatures.
"Come on, Lil'. We're going to be late for our first day, and that wouldn't be very good," Andrea said, standing up.
We left breakfast and walked up to Arithmacy (math). The four of us were the only girls in Gryffindor taking it, and there were only three more, one from Slytherin, and two from Ravenclaw, in our class. And only three boys were taking the class (Remus included).
"Ok, class, file in and find your seats on the chart," the Professor said, opening the door.
We exchanged glances. A seating chart! So much for my sitting next to my friends! I walked into the classroom, and we looked at the chalkboard. A huge piece of parchment was hanging on it. I looked up my name, and found I was sitting at the end of the third row, next to Remus. Andrea sat on the other side of Remus in the three group, and Anya and Netta sat behind us, in the last row, next to each other.
"Allright class, now that you are in your seats, I would like to introduce you to the wonderful art of Arithmacy!" Professor Keen (his name was next to the seating chart which had disappeared).
His lecture went on, from what we would be doing, to behavior. I found it awfully funny the Professor Keen had a burry mustache that covered his mouth, and small, beady eyes. But, of course, as my Mum would say, 'Don't judge a book by its cover'.
Finally, the class ended and we left with a piece of parchment with thirty problems on them, simple things from normal school.
We met the rest of the Potter gang, including Peter, at Care for Magical Creatures. The professor was Professor Lyle. James began to smirk the moment he said his name.
A box of worm like creatures were brought out, and we were told to pick one, in groups of three, chosen by Professor Lyle.
I was grouped with Netta and James. We walked up and got our worm thingy.
"Hey, Lyle... I mean Lily, will you hold him for a second?" James asked, handing the worm to me.
I screamed, and dropped it from my hand. Professor Lyle ran over. I didn't notice, I was to busy glaring at James.
"Nice class, Evans. I'm guessing your not one for worms," Severus Snape hissed as he walked to his table at lunch.
"And you're not one for shampoo either, I guess!" I cried after him, smirking in satisfaction.
"Nice one, Lily. You're getting good at this dissing other people stuff," Anya said, slapping my back.
"Ow! That hurts!" I cried, rubbing my back.
Anya giggled, and went back to her meal.
That night I came back from a bath to find my roommates giggling over something.
"What was that all about?" I asked.
Netta stuck something behind her back. I walked over, glaring her as if I was searching her.
"What are you hiding behind your back? Show it to me! Show me it!" I cried, putting my hand out.
"Believe me, Lil', you don't want to see this! You'll blow your head off all the way to New York!" Andrea warned.
"All the more reason for me to see it!" I said plainly.
"You don't want to see it, Lily. Andrea means it when she said that," Jenna warned.
"Give it to me!" I cried, trying to grab it from Netta.
We began a game of chase. Netta crawled across her bed, and around to her table, with me behind her. We circled the room a few times, and then Netta ran to the door. I followed her down into the Common Room, ignoring the stairs. She ran behind a chair. I ran infront of it. We played block for a few minutes, until I caught her and took what was behind her back. It was a picture.
"There. Now that wasn't so hard was it?" I said, smirking.
I sat down in the chair while Netta ran back upstairs. I allowed myself to catch my breath, ignoring the fact that my room mates were spying on me from the stairs. Then I looked at the picture.
And screamed. It was a fake picture that Netta had obviously cut up and put some stuff in. It was of James and me.
My arm was around his shoulder, and he had his around mine. These were from the group pictures. I had my arm around Anya, and he had his around Sirius, as friends having fun.
"NETTA! ANDREA! ANYA! JENNA!" I screamed, and ran upstairs.
They were cowering in the corner.
"Hey, we meant it as a joke, honestly! You don't have to kill us or anything!" Anya pleaded.
"I won't kill you, but any more of this fake picture stuff and I will!" I warned, and got into bed.
Everyone sighed, and I went to sleep.
Halloween came happily. That day we were set to go to Hogsmeade. We dressed warmly, and followed the crowd of people leaving the school and going into town.
"I have a second cousin who lives around here. She said I'm welcome to come around when ever I want," Andrea said.
"Really? Anra told me about this place tons of times! She said it's clearly the best," Anya said, looking around.
"What should we do first?" I asked.
Netta shrugged, concentrating fully on putting new film into her camera. Anya was already walking towards a shop. We ran up and followed her inside. It wasn't too crowded.
"This is the joke shop. The other shops are to crowded to go in right now," Anya said.
We walked among the joke devices, looking at each of them.
"Is this Potter matieral?" we would ask each other, laughing over the whole thing.
Afterwards we went from shop to shop, while carefully avoiding the boys. The last shop left was a bookstore. We walked in.
I walked through the many shelves, reading the titles.
A book was open on the floor. I went to pick it up, and looked down at the page. It was a strange page, with a picture of a full moon on it.
"And Dickens growled as his skin changed to fur until he was in his werewolf form, on that night of the full moon," I read.
A thought sturck me suddenly. It was a strange thought, but could it be true?
"Lil'? Is that you over here?" Andrea asked, walking to the shelf where I was.
"Andrea, have you noticed anything about when Remus disappears, or when he's sick?" I asked, not looking up from the book.
"Yeah. It's once a month. Why?" Andrea asked.
I read the next sentence.
"It was over, until the next month of the full moon," I read to myself, and my jaw dropped.
"No reason. Come on, I have to go pay for this, and then lets get back," I said, closing the book and taking it in my arms.
The Potter gang and LANA sat in the Common Room as always, right before the feast.
"I forgot something up in the room," Remus said, and stood up to go to his room.
I excused myself for the bathroom, and left the others. But instead of leaving, I ran over to Remus, and grabbed the back of his robes.
"I found out what you were. I found out why you disappear every month," I told him.
He went pale.
"Come on, I need you to explain to me," I said.
We snuck out of the Common Room and out into the hallway. We walked to the classroom where I do my wrapping and stuff.
"You're a werewolf, aren't you?" I asked, not waiting to catch my breath.
"Please don't tell anyone Lily. Dumbledore's being so nice to let me go to school, I don't want to ruin it," Remus begged.
"I didn't plan on telling anyone, but you've got to. Sirius and James deserve to know! I won't tell my friends without your premision, but you need to tell the boys," I said.
"I know, but I'm just too nervous. What if they don't want me to be their friend anymore?" Remus asked.
"Really, Remus! Get real and stop thinking like a first year!" I said, and left the room.
I joined the rest of my friends in the Common Room. Remus walked in five minutes later, pale. I nodded to him.
"Guys, I need to talk to, privately," Remus said.
Sirius and James followed him out of the Common Room. We looked after them, my friends curious.
"What was that all about?" Netta asked.
"I don't know, but we are going to be late for the feast! Come on," I said, standing up.
We all walked down to the feast. After we sat down, the boys joined us, all smiley. I could tell it had gone well.
"Ready to eat? I am," Anya said, taking some potatoes and a piece of chicken and steak.
"You bet! I couldn't be more ready!" I cried, taking a cut of my steak.
We ate and listened the Halloween Music floating through the Great Hall. It was wonderful that night, but it would get much much worse.
"So, you figured Remus out before I did. Smart, aren't you?" James whispered to me as we were leaving.
"What do you want?" I whispered back.
"Wait, stop walking. I want to talk to you privately, you know, find out how you found out, so on," James said.
We waited until everyone had left the hallway, and I turned to face him.
"Happy? Now, what did you want to know? How I found out? Oh, that's easy. I saw it in a book, and figured it out. Anyone with a brain could have done it," I answered.
"Haha, very funny. I do have a brain, and I use it just as much as you do," James said.
"Really, prove it," I said.
"Ok. Here's an axe, cut off my brain, and you can see," James said.
"Very funny. Ok, you use your brain, a little. What did you want to talk to me about, other than the book?" I asked.
"So, you convinced Remus to tell us about his secret," James said lazily.
"Yeah, I thought you should know. After all, he is your best friend, you should know," I said.
"Well, at least he knows we won't unbefriend him for that little secret thing," James said.
"That's important," I nodded in agreement.
Our eyes locked for a second. I couldn't move, I was like frozen. What's happening? Why can't I move?
"Mr. Potter! Miss Evans! There is suppose to be no wandering in the halls after nine o'clock!" McGonagall cried, walking up behind us.
I came out of my frozeness, just like James. My face went all pale though. We had been caught out in the halls after the time to be in dorms.
"Hi, Professor. What's the problem?" I asked, smiling fakely.
"You know I have to give you both detentions now. I suppose you should get up to your Common Room before I give you each two," McGonagall said.
We ran away and up to the Common Room.
"Thanks a lot, Potter! Now I have a detention just because you wanted to talk to me!" I cried, and went up to my room, slapping him.
"Where were you, Lil'? We were worried," Netta asked, opening the curtains around her bed.
"Potter got us both detentions!" I cried, getting my pajamas out of my chest, and going into the bathroom to change.
I went right to bed, too angry to talk to anyone.
"Here are your detentions, Miss Evans, Mr. Potter," McGonagall said two days later.
I was handed a slip of paper. It read, Detention with Professor Minerva McGonagall at 8:00 pm.
"Great, just great. I have a detention with McGonagall today at 8," I said, putting the paper down.
"So do I! So do I!" James sang, smiling at me.
I groaned, and ate my breakfast.
"We are lost, admit it," I said, still very mad at James for getting us into this.
James and I were walking to McGonagall's office. James had insisted on taking a shortcut, but the shortcut had got us lost.
"We are not lost, Lilian. Did we pass that statue a few minutes ago?" James asked, pointing to a statue.
"Yes we did. Now, admit it, we are lost. It's really simple to say that," I said cooly.
"No thank you, Lilian. Now, will you open that door?" James asked, pointing to a door.
"My name is not Lilian, it's Lily. Really, after three years I would have expected you to know it," I said cooly.
He motioned to the door. I opened it, and found a long corridor with a door at the end. We walked down it, and out to door. We were standing right in front of McGonagall's classroom.
"We are not lost! We are not lost anymore!" I cried, jumping up in down in happiness, and stepping on James' toe.
"Ah, Mr. Potter, Miss Evans, right on time. Come in, I have something for you to do," McGonagall said.
We walked into the classroom. She handed us a dark quill with ink, and pointed to a stack of papers.
"I want you to write that 'I will not be found in the halls after 9:00' until those papers are gone. Write it small," McGonagall said.
I groaned, and sat down. I got to work, and wrote it quickly. This was horrible.
James was humming a song whil writing. It was getting really annoying while I was trying to write.
"Stop humming, allready," I said.
"No, maybe I don't want to," James answered.
"Be quiet you two!" McGonagall growled from her desk.
But we kept arguing until we had started to throw paper in anger. McGonagall ran over.
"That's it, you two! Go back to your dorms, and come back here tomorrow night," McGonagall ordered.
We stood up. I ran ahead, and went straight to bed.
"This detention will be different. Now, you two go through that door right there," McGonagall said.
She pointed to the door in her classroom. I walked over, ignoring James (I still hated him), and opened the door and stepped in. James followed.
"It's dark in here! Where's the light?" I asked.
"There's a single candle on the floor. You are in a closet, and I am going to lock you in for three hours, so that you will learn to get along. All the teachers seriously think you need this," McGonagall said.
I opened my mouth to protest, but the door was closed, and locked. I groaned, feeling my pockets for my wand. It was gone.
"Oh, great. I don't have my wand, I'm locked in a closet, and I'm with James Potter! Can this day get any worse?" I cried, sitting down, my back leaning against the wall.
Meanwhile, at the teacher's lounge, all the teachers were sitting around.
"Are Evans and Potter in the closet?" one of the teachers asked.
"Yes," McGonagall answered, sitting down in one of the chairs in the room.
"It's about time. Those two need some time together. They fight way to much, they are terrors when their mad at each other," another teacher said.
"Yes, they are. But I think they will end up liking each other, with help of the closet or not," Dumbledore whispered.
"What? What do you mean, like?" another professor said, looking up at Dumbledore.
"We'll all find out one of these days," Dumbledore said.
Back in the closet, James was trying without success to light the candle. I was leaning against the wall still.
"My parents are going to kill me. Getting two detentions in three days," I cried.
"Detentions aren't that bad. I get them a lot," James said, trying to find another match.
"But I don't get detentions a lot! I don't have parents who understand!" I cried, burying my head in my hands.
And I began to cry. I had a detention, with James Potter none the less! I was going to die!
"Lil', is that you? What's the matter? Why are you crying?" James asked, finally lighting the candle.
"Leave me alone, Potter," I cried (literally).
"Look, I'm sorry about getting us in trouble so much. I'm really sorry," James said, putting a hand on my shoulder.
"Leave me alone! You got us in trouble, and we can't get out of it!" I cried, turing on him.
"I said I'm sorry, and I meant it!" James said, nodding his head.
I looked into his eyes. There was a certain shine in them that made me believe him. He was sorry!
"It's just that, I'm a model student, and here I am, in detention. My parents are going to kill me, if I don't kill myself first," I cried.
"You can't kill yourself! That's stuff people do in America, and we aren't America! You have people who care about you," James said.
"It's just that... I can't stand this! I'm not suppose to be in detention," I cried, and the tears burst again, this time harder.
James hugged me, and I cried on his shoulder. It was strange, I would never have done this before, but it felt so nice.
"I hear footsteps!" James hissed.
I looked up and him, and we both looked at the door. It didn't open. The footsteps walked right by it.
"Great. When will they let us out?" James asked.
We ended up sitting next to each other against the wall, facing the candle, talking. Finally, McGonagall opened the door, and found us talking nicely. She nearly gasped, but nodded.
"Ok, you can go back to your Common Room now. I don't want to find you fighting anymore," McGonagall said.
We scrurried back to the Common Room.
"Christmas! Thank goodness," Netta said, sitting back in her seat.
We were on our way home for the holidays. I was going home to my family, and my friends are going to their houses.
I smiled, looking at the letter Violet had sent me. We were all excited, and Mum had gotten the whole family to come to our house so that I would be able to stay home.
"You will all write me, right?" I asked.
"Course, Lil'. Why wouldn't we?" Anya asked.
Andrea sat in the corner, reading a book. She didn't look up at all, not until we reached the station.
"Yea! I'm going home!" I cried, swinging on the handles on the side of the train.
"Not if you don't get moving. We want to get a good place in the line to go meet your parents," Andrea said.
We stood in line. When I walked through the barrier I could see Mum, Dad, and Violet waiting for me. I ran over, and hugged them all.
"Lily! Come on, let's get home. Petunia can't handle dinner by herself," Mum said.
We rode home, where I unpacked.
"Christmas! Yea!" Violet said.
I walked down the stairs Christmas morning. Violet, Petunia, Mum, and Dad were sitting around the tree. I sat down next to them, and we unwrapped gifts.
"Oh, isn't that a cute dress? Why don't you wear that? I'm going to go start dinner," Mum said.
"But Mum..." I started.
"No arguments. Now, go change. The guests will be here soon," Mum said.
I went upstairs. My extended family was coming over, and, of course, the Potters. James' parents had ordered him home this year, so I had to face a day with him.
I changed into the dress Grandma and Grandpa had given me. It was a green dress with a white sash with a bow.
"You look just wonderful, Lily. Now, will you help me by setting this on the table?" Mum asked, handing me a bowl of jello.
I left the kitchen, and went into the dinning room. Then I went back to the kitchen. Mum looked at me.
"Lily! You're hair is a mess! Petunia! Will you take over for a few minutes?" Mum asked.
Petunia, who was sitting in the corner, nodded. Mum took my hand and we went to my room. I was sat in front of my breau. Mum took a comb, and combed my hair.
"So, Lily. What have you been doing at school over these months?" Mum asked.
"Nothing really. I've studied, aced every test, nothing really," I answered, closing my eyes.
"Any boyfriends, yet?" Mum asked.
"Mum! For your information, no. I work on my studies too much," I answered, smiling.
"Ah, you need one. I had met your father by now. Of course, I hated his gutts, but I knew I loved him. Somewhere, deep inside of me, I knew I loved him," Mum said.
"MUM! AUNT LUCY IS HERE!" Violet yelled from downstairs.
"I'll be right down, Vi. Take their coats," Mum said.
She turned to me, and smiled.
"There, you look perfect. Now, come on downstairs and join the rest of us," Mum said.
She left. I waited a moment, before going down the stairs. Aunt Lucy was a huge woman. She had two children, my older cousins, Daniel and Melissa. Her children were nice people, but Melissa had a HUGE ego.
"Hello, Lily!" Aunt Lucy said, wrapping me in a hug.
Violet stood with Mum, having already received her hug. She also wore the dress our grandparents had gotten her. Her's was pretty, a white dress with flowers up the sides.
I went into the living room, sitting down on the couch.
"Hello, Lily. How are you these days?" Melissa asked, sitting down next to me.
"Fine, Melissa. How are you? Still have those three boyfriends?" I asked her, grinning fakily.
"Oh yes. But I had to dump Pete, he was getting annoying. Of course, John, remember him, asked me out. So I excepted," Melissa said.
Wrong question, I told myself. Now I had to listen to Melissa talk about her personal life. Great!
"Do you have a boyfriend yet, Lily? I had two by your age. Of course, I'm just two years older," Melissa said.
"Mellie! Come over here, darling! There are some wonderful chips I want you to taste," Aunt Lucy cried.
I smiled. Aunt Lucy, always thinking about her stomache.
I sat back on the couch, and watched Mum welcome people into our home. Aunt Lucy and Aunt Bella (who had four kids, one older than me, and the rest younger) were Mum's sisters. Dad had an older brother, Uncle Theo. Uncle Theo had 1 kid, my younger cousin Lisa. Mum's parents were dead, leaving only Dad's parents as my grandparents.
Speaking of grandparents...
"Lily! Dearest! How are you?" Grandma cried, embracing me.
I smelt her usual smell of Lilacs, the smell of her hand lotion. Once, I had tried it, and the smell was too much for me. I had been four years old at that time, and Mum had left Petunia and I with our grandparents.
"I'm fine, Grandma," I answered.
She let go of me, and smiled. She went to suffucate Violet with one of her hugs, which I had learned to breathe through.
"Lily, are you still out here?" Mum asked.
I nodded. She walked over to me, and sat down. Her hair was up in a bun with two crystal earings dangling down.
"I was talking with Vicky Potter (my version of James' Mum). She and Luke (my version of James' dad) are going on a second honeymoon, and they need someone to take care of James," Mum said.
I didn't like the way this was going.
"So I volunteered for James to stay here until mid-July. She felt horrible, and said you, Petunia, and Violet could stay over there until August, while your Dad and I go with Aunt Lucy to Scotland. Isn't that nice?" Mum asked.
My heart dropped. Spend an entire summer around James Potter? Wasn't living across the street from him good enough? Sure, he could be sweet sometimes... Lily Evans! You, thinking such thoughts about James Potter!
"Ah, speaking of the Potters, that must be then right now. Why don't you go get the door?" Mum said.
"Do I have to?" I asked.
"Lily Ann Evans! Go open that door right now!" Mum scolded me.
I groaned, and stood up. I walked out of the living room and down the hall to the front door (we usually use the side door into the kitchen).
Sure enough, the Potters were standing outside of the door.
"Hello, Lily. How are you?" Vicky asked.
"Fine, thank you. Everyone's right through that door right there," I said, smiling sweetly but fakely.
"Thank you, dear," Vicky said.
I smiled. James went last, and I walked beside him.
"What are you, the bellhop, Lilian?" James asked.
I stepped on his toe really, really, really hard. He winced in the sudden pain in his toe.
"Oops, sorry," I said sweetly.
"What was that for?" James asked.
"Calling me Lilian, since it is not my name. It is Lily Evans, get it right," I said, and we walked into the room.
I stepped on his toe really, really, really (no, this is not daygauyoo whatever (can't spell it)) hard.
"What was that for?" James asked again.
"Can't think of a reason. There," I said, and stepped on his toe again, "That was for the fun of it."
Lucy, Melissa, and Grandma stood together watching Lily step on his toe.
"Aren't they so cute together? Look, they are flirting," Melissa said.
"That's flirting? Wow, now I have seen everything. I can lie down and die, and I will be happy for seeing everything," Grandma said.
"No, it's an unspoken attraction. It's something from one of those romance novels or a movie," Melissa corrected.
"Whatever you say, Mellie. Whatever you say," Lucy said.
"So, Lily does have a boyfriend. I told you you should, but you already had one," Melissa said, walking up to me.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"You and that boy! Come on, it's easy to see, you like each other!" Melissa cried, motioning to James, who was across the room.
"Really, Melissa. He's like a brother," I said.
"But he's not. See, isn't that the magic of it?" Melissa asked.
"No, not really," I said, and walked back to the couch.
"Hey, Lil', the kids are playing a game outside, even Petunia, and Daniel. Melissa is going out to join them," James said.
Before I knew it, James had dragged me outside. They were playing tag. Lisa ran by and tagged James.
"Better run, Lil', or I'll tag you!" James said.
I laughed in the stupidity of this game, and ran away from him. He chased after me. Soon, we were the only ones running. Everyone else had stopped to watch. I ran in front of him, the end of my sash tailing behind me. James was trying to catch up. But I knew the yard. I knew where all the rocks were, and how to jump them. He didn't, and tripped constantly.
"Ah, the joy of teenage love," Lucy said, looking out the window.
Everyone who was there was looking out the window, watching Lily and James' antics.
"Vicky, it looks like our families might end up closer than we thought, at least our kids will be," Mrs. Evans said.
"You're right. I mean, look at them. We looked like that when we were in love," Vicky said.
"You are yet again right," Mrs. Evans said.
That night, I lay in my bed, remembering the day. What had begun a nice day, turned into a boring one, and then a beautiful one! Even though we had no snow, I didn't need a white Christmas.
(Author's Note- I'm putting a song from Backstreet Boys, Black and Blue in here right...now!)
Remember when we never needed each other
The best of friends like sister and brother
We understood we'd never be alone
Those days are gone
Now I want you so much
The night is long and I need your touch
Don't know what to say
Never meant to feel this way
Don't want to be alone tonight
What can I do to make you mine
Falling so hard, so fast, this time
What did I say, what did you do
How did I fall in love with you
I hear your voice and I start to tremble
Brings back the child I resemble
I can not pretend that we can still be friends
Don't want to be alone tonight
What can I do to make you mine
Falling so hard, so fast, this time
What did I say, what did you do
How did I fall in love with you
I wanna say these lines yet it has to be tonight
Just need you to know
I don't want to live this life I don't want to say goodbye
With you I want to spend the rest of my life
What can I do to make you mine
Falling so hard, so fast, this time
What did I say, what did you do
How did I fall in love with you
What can I do to make you mine
Falling so hard, so fast, this time
Everythings changed we never knew
How... did...I...fall...in...love...with...you?
Author's Notes- Hehe, a itty bit more than I said in the Summary. Hey, life is full of little suprises. Does anyone know the Potter's real first name? Thanks to everyone who reviewed, I really loved them. I smirked the whole time in writing this, but I am the author and am completely qualified to do that. How did you like the closet scene. I promised myself no real love scenes until at least fourth year, so wait up you people. This was a little longer than my other ones, but I am qualified to that. Also, how did you like that ending song? I don't know the name, but it's the last song on the Black and Blue cd (I don't own it!). You will most likely see it again, ok? Not all of it fits right now, but it will (I think). Enough talking. R&R please, and be nice about it.