It was never like my dreams.(2)
A L/J fic by Green Eyed Lily
A/N: Normally, I would thank all you guys for reviewing, but I'm writing this chapter right after uploading the first one, so the thank-yous will have to wait. So.I know the first chapter started out kind of slow. It's hard for me to write in First Person Narrative.but that's the way the story started, and that's the way the story will end. Read and review, I hope this part turned out better than the last.
Lily: We were two months into the sixth year, and I was swamped with work. Professor McGonagall was an absolute witch (pardon the pun) - she gave us four-foot long essays to write EVERY SINGLE DAY!!! Can you believe the nerve of her? As if I didn't have enough worries, what Professor Trelawney stifling me with her flimsy Divination strategies, and Professor Vector drowning me in oodles of Arithmancy. The only easy subjects were Potions and Charms. Potions - well, we got lucky this year. Professor Skeletola, from the Gryffindor house, taught potions - and she was WAY better than Professor Wingdum from last year. He was in Slytherin - and was a TOTAL nightmare. First of all, his breath stank. He would stick his face right in front of someone as he told them off. If his fierce attitude wasn't enough to make them pass out, his breath surely was. Back to the topic. I was sitting in the Gryffindor Common room, trying to figure out what Jupiter's moon's position in the Lunar System had to do with my bad hair day. I swear Professor Trelawney makes everything up. She's impossible. I don't even know where to begin with her, the old flake. If only Divination wasn't a requirement. Sigh. I thanked the Sorting Hat for the millionth time in my head, for placing me in Gryffindor. The Common Room itself was enough reason to want to be in this house. Of course, there's the fact that we're the bravest, nicest, most honest people in Hogwarts. But the Common Room was no small detail. It was painted a soft golden color, with comfortable, homey scarlet couches, and graceful lion tapestries adorning the wall. Several low tables decorated a corner by the fire - perfect for playing Exploding Snap or doing your homework. Not a day passed by when I wasn't glad to be in Gryffindor. My eyes traveled around the room, taking in the soft décor and the comely atmosphere. I was going to go back to my homework when I heard a soft swish - the sound of the portrait hole opening. I was surprised. Who'd be around this late at night? I could hear the Fat Lady grumbling, "Not so late, you young whippersnappers!" When I saw who came in, my eyes widened.
James: When I saw who was sitting in the Common Room, my eyes widened. Sirius and I had just returned from the prank on Snape. It had gone of without a hitch. Tomorrow, we'd have the results to display for it. Another day of glory in the life of James Potter and Sirius Black. We were, of course, a bit messy. The prank on Snape had involved a lot of black paint and some cotton. Don't ask. Sirius and I had gotten black paint all over our hands and legs and robes, so we decided to take them off. The robes, not the hands and legs. We were wearing paint-soaked tee shirts and shorts. So of course, the tee-shirts came off as well. We crept into the Common Room under the Invisibility Cloak, figuring that no one would be there to see us half-naked anyway. Except for Lily Evans. She sat on one of the velvet couches, her legs crossed and her hair loose down her back. Her eyes were wide open - I don't blame her. I grabbed my discarded robes and attempted to cover my chest without looking like too much of a fool. Beside me, Sirius was grinning. I could just feel him grinning. There was a moment of complete silence - except for the soft crackling of the fire and the hooting of owls outside. And then Lily Evans started chuckling. She grinned slowly, then laughed. I felt my body relax. Sirius even attempted a feeble grin. Lily - well Lily was laughing silently, her hair flapping against her face as she shook in merriment. Finally, she stopped. With a slight smile on her face, as though she was trying not to burst out in laughter again, she spoke. "What HAPPENED to you guys?!" she asked. Sirius answered for us. "We, er...well. We were out playing a trick on Snape." Immediately, her eyes sobered. I think I understood why - she was one of many people whom Snape liked to call "Mudbloods". I felt angry on her behalf. She stood up silently and walked towards us. "Abluo Lutum", I heard her mutter. I looked down at my hands - they were clean. So were my robes and my legs. We thanked her, wished her goodnight, and went off to our dorm.
Lily: I was elected one of the Prefects. So were 'Bella, James Potter, and Remus Lupin. Sirius was seen walking around for a couple of days with a dopey look on his face - evidently he thought that his best friend's status as Prefect would ensure that he didn't get into any trouble. This situation was quickly remedied as James used his new-fangled power to give Sirius four detentions in a row. Personally, I think Sirius likes detentions. I think he's trying to break the Hogwarts record. Well, good luck to him. I read in Hogwarts, A history, that the record for the most detentions is currently held by Zender Mosgillaith, a boisterous Gryffindor, eighty years ago. Zender received a detention for every day in the school year - except for Christmas and New Year's Day, because the teachers felt sorry for him. Of course, being a Prefect meant that I had to help coordinate a lot of school events - the latest being the annual Yuletide Ball. The Prefects had decided that the repetitive theme of Christmas was getting stale - so we decided on a Fantasy Jungle theme. We were mimicking the Forbidden Forest. The Great Hall would be filled with glittering statues of unicorns, a border of thick foliage, special Jungle Tango Butterbeer, and a couple of howling werewolves. It would take a lot of work - and a lot of Charms. Anyway, there was still time to learn that new Colorizing Spell for the dance - we had a week to go. I wondered what on earth I would wear. Oh my God. Who will I go with? Sigh. Being a teenager is hard.
James: Being a Prefect was kind of boring, I don't mind admitting. It meant I had to make an extra effort to cover up my involvement in any of our pranks. I wish I could resign. The only fun so far was planning the dance - and then that got ruined for me. I was going to take Perinnia Lakeheart to the dance - until she came down with a rare bout of Magical fluctuatio. I now had the added burden of finding another girl to take. Sirius was beside me rattling of names of all eligible girls. I don't mean to sound conceited, but there are a lot of girls who would jump at the chance of going to the ball with me. Frankly, I don't care for most of them. Okay, I don't deny that once in a while I like to date the occasional pretty blonde - but not all the time. Definitely not. I used to date a different girl every week when I was a fourth year - but I quit that. I decided that I didn't like to use girls like toys. It wasn't fair to them. Back to the problem. I had to find a date. And I had only two days to do it. Oh my God.
(A/N: SO SORRY, but I had to write a note. I'm changing to First Person Narrative: Present tense. The past tense was too awkward. Sorry for the discrepancy!!!!) Lily: Well, it's crunch time. It's the night of the dance. I still don't have a date. And I have about forty five minutes to find one, if I can. Three boys asked me. Well...let's just say that they weren't the best choices. Who am I kidding?? One of them was Severus Snape. SNAPE!!! Can you believe it? The guy calls me a Mudblood, then does an about-turn, and asks me to the dance. Weird. I would rather charm my teeth yellow than be seen with that slimy eyed git. The other one was a nervous, short guy named Flucio Xanderville. He started to ask me, but lost his nerve, and ran away. The third was Peter Pettigrew. That's right. I've felt a little sorry for Peter - he's hopeless at studies. He nearly lost his nerve, too. He asked me if I wanted to go, then quickly said that he'd rather not, and walked away. Do I have something on my face that scares of boys? Hmph. I walked up the staircase to the Common Room slowly. I had about half an hour to get dressed and go down. Dateless. I muttered the password ("Arching Lovelies"), and went in. The Common Room was empty, except for a couple of boys who shot me curious looks as I walked towards the dorm. They were probably wondering why I wasn't inside decorating myself. A chorus of screams greeted me as I entered the dorm. Hazel Forthwrite and Melissa Gables grabbed my arms and exclaimed, "Lily!! The ball starts in half an hour!!" I smiled at them, and hopped among the piles of discarded robes and wands to find Bella. I found her near the bathroom, twisting her hair into a small, low-hanging arrangement. She looked very sincere and sweet in a pair of dark yellow robes. She was going with Remus Lupin. I would see them later on the dance floor, because the Prefects had a couple of dances dedicated to them. She gave me a grin, and waved me into the bathroom. I took a short, warm shower, and towelled off my hair. I wore my robes - understated emerald green, slightly shimmering. I left my hair loose down my back, ever so slightly damp, and put on my special lily necklace and a touch of perfume. I was off. Then I thought to myself, why am I decking myself up? I don't even have a date! I shook my head and kept walking. Bella and I went down the stairs to meet Remus. He was waiting with Sirius Black and James Potter. Sirius had his arm around Gina Hawthorne's shoulder. Gina was a snooty sixth year whom I'd never really liked. James was standing alone. As Remus and Bella chatted, James turned to me. "Who're you going with?" he asked. I couldn't help but notice his robes. A deep navy blue that complimented his dark brown eyes. Then I shook my head, and answered, "No. You?" He shook his head too. I must have looked surprised, because he grinned. "Want to go with me, then?" he asked, a little sheepish. I felt my heart squirm a little - I told you I was nervous around boys. I nodded, and gratefully added a "Thanks! You saved me from the perils of going stag." He laughed, and his eyes crinkled, as we made our way down to the Great Hall. I wondered what would happen next.
A/N: The sparks really start flying in the next chapter. I know the formatting got screwed up for the last chapter, so I'm crossing my fingers and hoping that I fare slightly better on this one. SORRY!!!! Read and review, love you all. - Green Eyes
A/N: Normally, I would thank all you guys for reviewing, but I'm writing this chapter right after uploading the first one, so the thank-yous will have to wait. So.I know the first chapter started out kind of slow. It's hard for me to write in First Person Narrative.but that's the way the story started, and that's the way the story will end. Read and review, I hope this part turned out better than the last.
Lily: We were two months into the sixth year, and I was swamped with work. Professor McGonagall was an absolute witch (pardon the pun) - she gave us four-foot long essays to write EVERY SINGLE DAY!!! Can you believe the nerve of her? As if I didn't have enough worries, what Professor Trelawney stifling me with her flimsy Divination strategies, and Professor Vector drowning me in oodles of Arithmancy. The only easy subjects were Potions and Charms. Potions - well, we got lucky this year. Professor Skeletola, from the Gryffindor house, taught potions - and she was WAY better than Professor Wingdum from last year. He was in Slytherin - and was a TOTAL nightmare. First of all, his breath stank. He would stick his face right in front of someone as he told them off. If his fierce attitude wasn't enough to make them pass out, his breath surely was. Back to the topic. I was sitting in the Gryffindor Common room, trying to figure out what Jupiter's moon's position in the Lunar System had to do with my bad hair day. I swear Professor Trelawney makes everything up. She's impossible. I don't even know where to begin with her, the old flake. If only Divination wasn't a requirement. Sigh. I thanked the Sorting Hat for the millionth time in my head, for placing me in Gryffindor. The Common Room itself was enough reason to want to be in this house. Of course, there's the fact that we're the bravest, nicest, most honest people in Hogwarts. But the Common Room was no small detail. It was painted a soft golden color, with comfortable, homey scarlet couches, and graceful lion tapestries adorning the wall. Several low tables decorated a corner by the fire - perfect for playing Exploding Snap or doing your homework. Not a day passed by when I wasn't glad to be in Gryffindor. My eyes traveled around the room, taking in the soft décor and the comely atmosphere. I was going to go back to my homework when I heard a soft swish - the sound of the portrait hole opening. I was surprised. Who'd be around this late at night? I could hear the Fat Lady grumbling, "Not so late, you young whippersnappers!" When I saw who came in, my eyes widened.
James: When I saw who was sitting in the Common Room, my eyes widened. Sirius and I had just returned from the prank on Snape. It had gone of without a hitch. Tomorrow, we'd have the results to display for it. Another day of glory in the life of James Potter and Sirius Black. We were, of course, a bit messy. The prank on Snape had involved a lot of black paint and some cotton. Don't ask. Sirius and I had gotten black paint all over our hands and legs and robes, so we decided to take them off. The robes, not the hands and legs. We were wearing paint-soaked tee shirts and shorts. So of course, the tee-shirts came off as well. We crept into the Common Room under the Invisibility Cloak, figuring that no one would be there to see us half-naked anyway. Except for Lily Evans. She sat on one of the velvet couches, her legs crossed and her hair loose down her back. Her eyes were wide open - I don't blame her. I grabbed my discarded robes and attempted to cover my chest without looking like too much of a fool. Beside me, Sirius was grinning. I could just feel him grinning. There was a moment of complete silence - except for the soft crackling of the fire and the hooting of owls outside. And then Lily Evans started chuckling. She grinned slowly, then laughed. I felt my body relax. Sirius even attempted a feeble grin. Lily - well Lily was laughing silently, her hair flapping against her face as she shook in merriment. Finally, she stopped. With a slight smile on her face, as though she was trying not to burst out in laughter again, she spoke. "What HAPPENED to you guys?!" she asked. Sirius answered for us. "We, er...well. We were out playing a trick on Snape." Immediately, her eyes sobered. I think I understood why - she was one of many people whom Snape liked to call "Mudbloods". I felt angry on her behalf. She stood up silently and walked towards us. "Abluo Lutum", I heard her mutter. I looked down at my hands - they were clean. So were my robes and my legs. We thanked her, wished her goodnight, and went off to our dorm.
Lily: I was elected one of the Prefects. So were 'Bella, James Potter, and Remus Lupin. Sirius was seen walking around for a couple of days with a dopey look on his face - evidently he thought that his best friend's status as Prefect would ensure that he didn't get into any trouble. This situation was quickly remedied as James used his new-fangled power to give Sirius four detentions in a row. Personally, I think Sirius likes detentions. I think he's trying to break the Hogwarts record. Well, good luck to him. I read in Hogwarts, A history, that the record for the most detentions is currently held by Zender Mosgillaith, a boisterous Gryffindor, eighty years ago. Zender received a detention for every day in the school year - except for Christmas and New Year's Day, because the teachers felt sorry for him. Of course, being a Prefect meant that I had to help coordinate a lot of school events - the latest being the annual Yuletide Ball. The Prefects had decided that the repetitive theme of Christmas was getting stale - so we decided on a Fantasy Jungle theme. We were mimicking the Forbidden Forest. The Great Hall would be filled with glittering statues of unicorns, a border of thick foliage, special Jungle Tango Butterbeer, and a couple of howling werewolves. It would take a lot of work - and a lot of Charms. Anyway, there was still time to learn that new Colorizing Spell for the dance - we had a week to go. I wondered what on earth I would wear. Oh my God. Who will I go with? Sigh. Being a teenager is hard.
James: Being a Prefect was kind of boring, I don't mind admitting. It meant I had to make an extra effort to cover up my involvement in any of our pranks. I wish I could resign. The only fun so far was planning the dance - and then that got ruined for me. I was going to take Perinnia Lakeheart to the dance - until she came down with a rare bout of Magical fluctuatio. I now had the added burden of finding another girl to take. Sirius was beside me rattling of names of all eligible girls. I don't mean to sound conceited, but there are a lot of girls who would jump at the chance of going to the ball with me. Frankly, I don't care for most of them. Okay, I don't deny that once in a while I like to date the occasional pretty blonde - but not all the time. Definitely not. I used to date a different girl every week when I was a fourth year - but I quit that. I decided that I didn't like to use girls like toys. It wasn't fair to them. Back to the problem. I had to find a date. And I had only two days to do it. Oh my God.
(A/N: SO SORRY, but I had to write a note. I'm changing to First Person Narrative: Present tense. The past tense was too awkward. Sorry for the discrepancy!!!!) Lily: Well, it's crunch time. It's the night of the dance. I still don't have a date. And I have about forty five minutes to find one, if I can. Three boys asked me. Well...let's just say that they weren't the best choices. Who am I kidding?? One of them was Severus Snape. SNAPE!!! Can you believe it? The guy calls me a Mudblood, then does an about-turn, and asks me to the dance. Weird. I would rather charm my teeth yellow than be seen with that slimy eyed git. The other one was a nervous, short guy named Flucio Xanderville. He started to ask me, but lost his nerve, and ran away. The third was Peter Pettigrew. That's right. I've felt a little sorry for Peter - he's hopeless at studies. He nearly lost his nerve, too. He asked me if I wanted to go, then quickly said that he'd rather not, and walked away. Do I have something on my face that scares of boys? Hmph. I walked up the staircase to the Common Room slowly. I had about half an hour to get dressed and go down. Dateless. I muttered the password ("Arching Lovelies"), and went in. The Common Room was empty, except for a couple of boys who shot me curious looks as I walked towards the dorm. They were probably wondering why I wasn't inside decorating myself. A chorus of screams greeted me as I entered the dorm. Hazel Forthwrite and Melissa Gables grabbed my arms and exclaimed, "Lily!! The ball starts in half an hour!!" I smiled at them, and hopped among the piles of discarded robes and wands to find Bella. I found her near the bathroom, twisting her hair into a small, low-hanging arrangement. She looked very sincere and sweet in a pair of dark yellow robes. She was going with Remus Lupin. I would see them later on the dance floor, because the Prefects had a couple of dances dedicated to them. She gave me a grin, and waved me into the bathroom. I took a short, warm shower, and towelled off my hair. I wore my robes - understated emerald green, slightly shimmering. I left my hair loose down my back, ever so slightly damp, and put on my special lily necklace and a touch of perfume. I was off. Then I thought to myself, why am I decking myself up? I don't even have a date! I shook my head and kept walking. Bella and I went down the stairs to meet Remus. He was waiting with Sirius Black and James Potter. Sirius had his arm around Gina Hawthorne's shoulder. Gina was a snooty sixth year whom I'd never really liked. James was standing alone. As Remus and Bella chatted, James turned to me. "Who're you going with?" he asked. I couldn't help but notice his robes. A deep navy blue that complimented his dark brown eyes. Then I shook my head, and answered, "No. You?" He shook his head too. I must have looked surprised, because he grinned. "Want to go with me, then?" he asked, a little sheepish. I felt my heart squirm a little - I told you I was nervous around boys. I nodded, and gratefully added a "Thanks! You saved me from the perils of going stag." He laughed, and his eyes crinkled, as we made our way down to the Great Hall. I wondered what would happen next.
A/N: The sparks really start flying in the next chapter. I know the formatting got screwed up for the last chapter, so I'm crossing my fingers and hoping that I fare slightly better on this one. SORRY!!!! Read and review, love you all. - Green Eyes