Until We Came

By: Naeginnie6

A Re-Written Version

Disclaimer: Ummm. Do I look like I own anything? Nada. If I do, I'll let you know by buying a Friendly's and eating all their Orange Crème Ice cream… Mmmm!

A/N: K… Not much to say. Thanks so much for all the reviews! You make my heart flutter…. Like a butterfly. Lol. Anyways, I know it was a bit overdone on the makeup, BUT it was a fancy dinner party. I wanted it to be, well- fancy! Sorry so much for the wait. Thanks for keeping up!! J

Chapter Four:

June 19th, 1968

Dear Journally thing,

          New neighbors just moved in. That was three weeks ago, though. There are two girls and their mother. Lily is my age, and Petunia is two years older, if I remember correctly. Me and Lily are getting to be really good friends! Almost like me and Sirius. Only, she doesn't sleep over my house, obviously. She's a girl, and that might be "awkward". Ha, ha, ha. Anyways, I should be getting my Hogwarts letter any day now! It comes in about a week, I hear Mother say, though I don't know how accurate that one is. She's never home after all. Not that it is really affecting me. Oh well. Anyways, Lily's coming over today and so is Sirius, and I'm going to introduce them. Sirius will really like her, but I don't know if it's true vice versa. Not that there's anything wrong with Sirius, of course, just he takes some getting used to. Well, I've got to go wake up Lily and drag her out of bed!

James Harold Potter

June 20th, 1968

Dear Journal, or whatever you are,

        I just met James's new neighbor today! She's really pretty. Her name is Lily Evans. She's got this extraordinary red hair! And her eyes are green. Not that I was looking closely or anything. It was just an observance. She was very spunky, heheh. Now, you'll know I don't often use that word. She's just like a little puppy! Though I shouldn't say that, she's certainly not a dog. Well, anyways, what I mean is she's just always so full of energy and it never seems to end! She just keeps going, and going, and going and going….

Sirius P. Black

June 21st, 1968

Wow, diary.

          Yesterday I went over James's house. He woke me up at 6 o' clock to get me over there.  He said his friend Sirius Black was coming over. I said that's nice and rolled over and went back to sleep. Then, he said, and I QUOTE, "I like your nightgown, Lillers!" and I said, "Shove off." He took out a camera and took my picture, tousled hair and all. "I'm sure everyone else would like it, too!" he teased. Then he tore down the stairs, and of course I had to chase after him, to get the picture back. I took his camera, asked him if there were any important pictures on it, and after he said no, I took out the whole roll of film and threw it out of my window. A moment later we both heard a deep voice say, "Ow!" And, as it turned out, it was Sirius, who had come here early. He kept telling James and I how it was on his uncle's flying motorcycle. Honestly, boys'll try and get you to believe ANYTHING.

~Lily

As the days went by, James and Lily got even closer. They did everything together. They rode their bikes downtown to see movies every Friday, and Sirius went with them every once in a while. Often they would set off little pranks here and there, and they never got caught, not even once.

On Monday they went out to lunch at a place called McBurgers.

James kept the conversation going with stunts he and Sirius had pulled.

Naturally, Lily got curious after a while. "James?" she asked.

"Ywphm?" he replied through a mouth of cheeseburger.

"How did you meet Sirius?"

James choked a little. He took a gulp of his Coke to wash it down. He knew this question would be coming, and he really couldn't say the answer in front of a Muggle, never mind saying it TO a Muggle. He took a deep breath. By telling Lily this, he would be binding his friendship with her. "Lily. I am about to tell you something very important. This will probably scare you. I'm not trying to. But, I have to tell you this. We've been friends for almost a month now. You're like my sister. So, I feel that in telling you this, you can keep it a secret. Because if you don't I will have to call in the Ministry, and that will be very messy."

Lily often heard him talk about the Ministry and how it "sucked", to quote him. She put down her soda and looked straight at him. "OK," she said.

"Lily, you can't tell a soul. I… I'm a wizard."

Lily took a moment to compose herself. She was shocked. Then she laughed. She laughed very hard.

"No really. I know you think the pictures in my room moved. They do. And you know how it's called 'The Quidditch Shrine'? That's a real sport. I'm not lying. Please believe me."

But Lily kept on laughing. "OK, James," she giggled out. "I mean, flying motorcycles I can take, but," she let out a giggle, "this … this is too much!"

James didn't press the matter. Lily forgot about the question, and James suggested that she and Sirius go out to breakfast with him on Wednesday, which was the day after tomorrow.

"'Kay. Sounds like fun. I'm sure my mum won't mind."

"Oh, hang on," James said. "My father told me to ask if your mum would like to come also."

"Oh. Ok then. Umm, I'm sure she'd love to, but what about Petty? I feel horrible leaving her." Lily said with a sudden frown.

"Sure. She can come. The more the merrier!"

"Great!" said Lily. "I can't wait. What do you want to do after?"

James stammered. "I.. uh… well my dad- he… he's taking me out. To get stuff. For school, you know."

Lily smiled. "Great, then! I haven't gotten my stuff either."

"Sorry Lillers… It's a- um…. A father, son thing. Yeah. So… maybe next time."

~*¤*~

            James and Lily rode their bikes back to James's house. Lily was sprawled out on James's bed reading a book, and James was spread-eagled on the floor playing with action figures of the Hungarian Quidditch team. He kept thinking about earlier. She hadn't even tried to believe him. Muggles! But… Maybe if Lily did come to Diagon Alley with him and his father when they went to get James's school things, maybe then she'd believe him. Maybe then he could prove it. Maybe then… he'd be shunned from the wizzarding world forever. Muggles weren't allowed in Diagon Alley unless it was a Muggle born or halfie's parents. No, it would be too risky. With people from his father's work there and all. No, James decided to wait upon the Lily-bringing. He decided he'd break the news of him going to Hogwarts on another day.

~*¤*~

            Lily lay on James's bed, reading a book. She was thinking, though, really. About James… a sefl-proclaimed wizard. James had pulled a few before, but he seemed pretty convinced about this one. Lily only hoped he wasn't cracking up. However, two days until their big breakfast. She couldn't wait to tell him her final decision of what school she'd be attending. Well… she couldn't in the first place. 'But', she thought, 'he'll be glad to know it isn't Richmond Academy.'

~*¤*~

            Wednesday morning rolled around, and Lily got up and dressed quickly. She put on khaki shorts and a navy blue tank top with thick straps. She woke a groggy Petunia and told her to get ready.

            "Lily. Are you aware of what time it is?" Petunia asked witheringly.

            "Yes, of course I am. That's why you need to get up. It's seven-thirty. We're meeting them at eight-fifteen."

            "Now Lily, you know I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but… it's three o'clock in the morning. Look at the clock."

            Lily looked over in the darkness to the illuminated numbers on Petunia's bedside table.

            "That can't be. My clock says seven-thirty, and it's a whole lot lighter in my room. Petunia… are you sure it's only three?"

            Petunia hauled herself to a sitting position in her bed with a grunt. "Of course I am. I think I know what's wrong with you, Lil. Mum already put in those high-powered lamps didn't she?"

            "Yes, Petunia," Lily said impatiently.

            " You've used them, I saw you reading with them last night, I think. And didn't she say they were different from the ones we had before?"

            "Yes, Petunia," Lily said through gritted teeth.

            "Well guess what, Einstein? They were different powered and shaped. They're around your windows and doors, and the ceiling, too. Smaller so you can't see them easily... They're made to be good like that. You probably just never shut yours off last night."

            "Well, ok. But… but what about my clock? That has nothing to do with the light."

            Petunia looked up at the ceiling. "Ah!" she cried suddenly. "I've got it. You only just finished unpacking your things, right?"

            "Yeah…" Lily trailed off.

            "I know you, Lily. You left I the batteries and never changed the hours. We've moved. We're three-and-a-half hours behind! Dur. Now, If you will let me get back to sleep, I'll do your hair when it's time to get up. The real time."

~*¤*~

            "So, where is Mrs. Potter?" Rachel Evans asked sweetly.

            "Oh, she's out on business," Mr. Potter replied.

            "Oh. What does she do? If you don't mind me asking, that is."

            "Oh, uh, no, no. Not at all. She's in, the ah-"

            "Dentistry," James supplied with a meaningful look at his father that nobody caught.

            "I see!" Petunia said. "Then, she's working?"

            "Ah, yes. Yes, she is," said Mr. Potter.

            A waiter came over. A large green button with white letters spelling out Duke E. Toutte was proudly worn on his green and blue pinstriped uniform. Petunia smiled at him, but Lily knew she was inwardly laughing.

            "Anethin' to eat, lads? How 'bout yoo, lassies?" he said with a Scottish accent.

            Petunia giggled a bit and hid it with a cough into her pink napkin. "How about, ahem, a scone. A Scottish scone. Yes, that sounds nice." She smiled at Lily. Just last night they had been watching a movie called, When the Scotts Attack, You'll Be Ready, Since You Watched This Movie. It was very funny, and Lily and she both had to repeatedly pause the movie so they could relieve their bladders from all the laughing.

            James said, "I think a waffle would be good. Yeah, and could you use chocolate syrup instead of maple syrup? Thanks."

            His father laughed heartily and said, "I'll have the same!"

            Lily asserted, "Me too! And a small bowl of corn flakes, along with that, please."

            Lily's mother snorted with disgust. You people have no taste, whatsoever! No offense, Mr. Potter."

            "Please, call me John!" he laughed.

            "Excuse me, sir, We'll haave two of those also," Petunia said. "Scratch that scone. I'll have a Bavarian crème doughnut with my waffle though. And mum you'll have what, a coffee?"

            "Sure, sure," Rachel said. But she wasn't paying attention to her daughter's food choice for her, she was looking at John Potter with a sort of melted expression.

            Lily saw this, so did James, and they grinned.

            "I thought your parents were fancy?" Lily said.

            "Well, it's really only my mum. My dad just goes along with it so she won't blow a gasket or something."

            "Oh!" They both laughed.

~*¤*~

            Time passed by quickly, with only one dropping of chocolate syrup on someone's pants (Rachel) one accidental spilling of water (Petunia) one knocking over of forks and silverware (John) and one spilt milk (James).

"We're such a wreck!" John laughed.

            "I haven't spilled anything," Lily said pointedly.

            "Don't worry, Lil. There's still time. I'm sure something will happen!" James smirked.

            And so it did.

            Just as Lily plunged her fork into her cereal, there came an odd breeze.

James looked at his father. "That can only mean one thing, Dad. And I think I have to go to the bathroom." He said again.

"Ah, no son. I don't think that will be necessary. I hear two birds," John said with a warm smile.

Just then, a large tawny owl flew straight at Rachel's head. She shrieked, and ducked, and the owl plunged head-on into Lily's cereal.

She jumped and stared at the bird. James stuck his hand into the air, and a large ball of feathers landed in his hand.

"Lily, I think we'll make a witch out of you yet."