Hehe... Sorry to keep you waiting for this chapter. I've been really busy, and I'm running out of ideas. Sorry!
To:
Moldly: Yep. This is going to be a long one, but stick around because I can ALMOST promise that this won't get boring. I do update weekly unless I get the required amount of reviews somewhere before the next Saturday.
Jemi Fal: I'll start using more magic from now on. I'm just not good at making words up for the spells, so I just refer to it. My mom said something about the spells being related to Latin. I don't know any, so I can't really use the origin J. K. Rowling did. I like stuff being authentic.
(No name): Do I limit my writing? I guess I do... I write for other people as well as for myself. This story has been a big venting thing for me, better than a journal. And just to let you know, I happen to be a short little kid, so that might add to the problem. ^_^ In future reviews, could you write a name or something? I like to address people by names.
Frankie: Sorry about that... How could I forget the pink elephants? Darn... Remus is sane... Have to work on that... I'll get to reading your story!
Aileron: Thank you for saying this is original! I love being weird and not the same. I appreciate your comment.
Just to clarify things, James is supposed to be an ass! Modeled after my friend... *hint, hint* You know, James can be nice to... I guess... Just wait and see. Turns out James can be really sweet too! *Sniff* Awwwwww.... *masked someone comes out*
"Shut up!" Dun ask...
I'm addicted to the fanfic by Vanilla Blood, Get Mine, Get Yours. Tell me when it's updated!
More Than Just Harry
Chapter 9: A Lilith Thing
"He who dies with the most toys is, nonetheless, still dead."
-Anon.
"Once the game is over, the king and the pawn go back in the same box."
-Italian Proverb
"What we have done for ourselves alone dies with us; what we have done for others and the world remains and is immortal."
-Albert Pike
"A man who won't die for something is not to live."
-Martin Luther King, Jr.
Once James was on the broom, he wondered how he was going to get anywhere in this storm. Now James might have been book smart, having held second place to Lily for top marks for exams and such, but otherwise he was quite dense. If Bella hadn't poked her head out from the front double doors in the storm and reminded him, he would have forgotten he could either floo or apparate over to the ministry. Quite dense isn't he?
So James had to get off his broom and scurry back into the warmth of the house.
"I swear, James, you can be so damn idiotic sometimes," said Bella.
"Where's Remus?" asked James while peeling off his raincoat for the third time that day.
"He is taking care of Lily now. We're going to take thirty minute shifts, then switch. So are you going to floo or apparate?"
"I'll take the chance of apparating." James had talent when transfiguring things, but apparating could be dangerous for him. It had taken him a total of sixteen times to get his license. The first four times half of him ended up halfway there, and then the other half of him ended up thirteen miles east of the apparation point. The next eight times, he ended up in the Gobi Desert, Dead Sea, Tokyo Tower, Mediterranean Sea, Sydney Opera House, Empire State Building, Great Wall of China, and then Big Ben in London. That was a big improvement considering all of him made it to each place. The last four times he had appeared twenty miles away from the destination, then fourteen, then ten, then he made it! Lily on the other hand made it on her first try, much to the dismay of James and the others. The three remaining wizards and witch made it on their third try. Not bad compared to James's record.
Bella handed James the letter he had received. Thanks to a straightening spell, it was not crumpled anymore.
Taking out his one-inch short of a foot mahogany wand out, James swished it down from high above his head to right below his waist making a semi-circle. With a pop, James had disappeared.
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Sky scraping silver buildings stood before James. A tremendous red tower loomed before him, casting dark shadows across other buildings.
"Damn!" screamed James. "I ended up in Tokyo!"
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After several tries, three continents, a dozen countries, twenty tourist attractions, and thirty minutes, James arrived outside his destination; a wide, tall tan brick building concealed by many charms so that it couldn't be seen by muggles. He hurried through the double glass doors and past the blond secretary behind a enormous oak desk stacked high with papers. He entered the silver elevator leaving the buttermilk yellow room behind.
James tapped his shoe against the silver tiling of the elevator floor as he pressed the button and waited impatiently for the bats to take him up to the thirtieth floor. This was no regular muggle elevator. Bats specifically trained for this task were even stronger than your average human child. Using their sound waves, pictures on the backs of buttons were matched up with pictures for each floor. For example, all the bats shoot high pitched sound waves from their mouths which hit the top of the elevator. A warp charm would make the pictures on the backs of the button appear on the outside ceiling of the elevator. Sound waves bounced off the engraved picture and the bats would match the picture up with one on a certain floor.
(The warp charm makes a side appear on top, the top to show on a side, ect.)
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After several minutes of waiting, James arrived to his destination. The thirtieth floor of the Ministry wasn't divided up into many separate rooms with one winding hallway, but was one mammoth dark gray room. A fifteen feet tall, half mile wide wall was covered with nothing but silver drawers no doubt filled with dead corpses. Coffins along another wall were magically sawing themselves to fit the body next to them perfectly. Across from the coffins was a colossal graying wood desk that seemed to have moss and termites creeping across its surface.
Tentatively, James walked across dark, shimmering marble. Incense burned his nostrils as he breathed. "Hello? Anyone here? Alive?"
James laughed at his own corny joke.
"Nope, no one here," replied a voice behind James right next to his ear. Since the voice was unexpected, James jumped about a foot into the air.
The voice itself was creepy. Even if it wasn't a surprise, James would have jumped anyway since the face accompanying the voice belonged to a pearly transparent ghost.
"Am I that scary? Jeez! You kids don't get scared of Professor Binns at Hogwarts! Not even Headless Nick!" scoffed the ghost. "Although I at least got into the Headless Hunt Club. Name's Headless. Forgot what my name was somewhere along the way when I lost my head back when Henry chopped it off. Stupid jackass..."
James just stared at the female cursing the King of England back in the 1500s. Clearly she was one of his eight wives.
"Really, why did he need a son to rule? Look at Elizabeth! Of course my dear Mary was better. Much prettier too. At least she was married. To a Spanish man too!"
James didn't bother pointing out that her daughter had been overthrown by her own people about 400 years ago. Instead he asked, "Where's Matilda?"
"Oh sure, ask where she is, but forget all about her assistance. She's in the corner behind that particularly big coffin in the last row. Some stupid person wanted their husband mummified."
James thanked the former Queen of England and excused himself to walk down a row of self making coffins and past different shaped and sized urns.
Upon reaching the back, James found the woman, Matilda, waving her wand around a naked body which was currently having his Horus-eye shaped incision on his right flank sown together. "People these days... See a funky exhibit with mummies and want their own fucking husbands to be mummified..."
James chuckled to himself nervously. Matilda Colfer was still the same vain, ugly, anorexic, cursing woman from school. They had graduated in the same year, and when James found that the former Slytherin was working in the same building as him, he had seriously considered quitting. Not only would it be uncomfortable, he didn't like having a woman hitting on him in public. Even after about a half a decade, Matilda still like James. She was still hitting on him, but it wasn't as bad as it would be if she didn't think he had a girlfriend. However, the first time she had confessed her 'love' for him, he had to get the help of Lily to get Matilda from shagging him in front of the whole Great Hall.
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A sixteen year old James Potter strutted into the Great Hall for dinner one cold February 14 with his friends in tow. He was a bachelor. This also gave many hopeful girls the chance to snag the most popular guy's heart. However, there was always Lily Evans to contend with. Not too popular or anything, but James's closest and beloved best gal pal, made Lily a formidable opponent for James's heart. All girls either went up to her for advice knowing that she had no interest in James or despised her in case she did secretly like him.
One particular girl with long blond hair and watery, cold blue eyes stared at James from the Slytherin table. Matilda Colfer. Her face was scarred from many cat fights with other girls, lips were thin, and face was gaunt. Bags hung underneath her eyes and horrible breath could be smelled from her mouth which was the result of smoking.
Matilda got up from the Slytherin table, her anorexic body swaying since she had no hips. (A. N. Speaking of hips, my mom comes into the bathroom while I'm brushing my hair, and she goes, "You have big hips because you have a big..." She means my ass! Remember, fat is good! Who wants to be anorexic and skinny as a stick? How can you resist chocolate?)
Sauntering up to James who was nearing the Gryffindor table, Matilda latched onto his arms toned from Quidditch. She batted her short-transfigured to be long eyelashes at James and flirted shyly, "I'm so glad you're single now. It's Valentine's Day too. I've had my eye on you for a while, James." She licked her lips to get James to understand what she was implying. Her body rubbed against James's.
Eyes wide and body shifting uncomfortably to get away from the girl, James glared at Peter, Sirius, and Remus behind him who were shaking with silent laughter and not helping him. James looked wildly around for help of any kind, but didn't push her away, so he wouldn't hurt the poor girl's feelings. Suddenly, James spotted a light among a room of dimness. A red light.
"Damn, this place is freezing!" complained Lily. Her long red hair reached her mid-back, and her green eyes accompanied by thick, long, natural lashes could be seen from miles away since she stood out being the only red head in all of Hogwarts. She took her time shuffling into the Great Hall and to the Gryffindor table. Even with six layers of clothes on, Lily was cold. Not that she wasn't attractive, her intelligence, top of the year every year marks, beauty, and girlie tomboyish perverted personality just plain intimidated guys.
"Lily! You look cold, baby," James drawled with a wink. Lily didn't catch this however.
"No shit, Sherlock! I only look like this every hour of the day complaining that I'm cold!"
James wriggled from Matilda's grasp and quickly grabbed Lily into his embrace so that he hugged her from behind.
"What the fuck?" protested Lily swiveling her neck around uncomfortably and glaring at James. He winked again, and she understood.
"I'm sorry. I know we're not supposed to make this public, but I really wanted to warm you up!" lied James with yet another wink. Lily caught on.
"It's okay." she agreed. Matilda however, seemed unconvinced.
Knowing that Lily was saving her first kiss for someone and sometime special, James started planting wet kisses on her neck, occasionally sucking on it and leaving a mark.
Matilda glared at the scene in front of her. "Slut!" she screamed. She looked at James with disgust as he continued to neck Lily. "Just know what you're missing." When they didn't stop, Matilda threw up her hands and declared, "You two just get a room!"
Just to get a laugh, James turned Lily around, continuing to go up and down the smooth, pale skin of her neck. Once again reading James's mind, Lily jumped and straddled James around his waist. Without James having to do anything, Lily started to mock moan, "Oh James!" Her voice was unusually high and clearly fake, but it pissed Matilda off. "Don't stop! Hump me harder!" When Matilda still didn't budge or leave, Lily moaned, "Faster! Just because we're not in bed doesn't mean you have to hold back!"
James sucked on Lily's neck harder to keep from laughing. Lily bit her lip, pretending to be in ecstasy when in reality she was trying to not giggle.
Hearing this, Matilda stormed out of the Great Hall. Once she was gone, Lily unstraddled James and landed on the floor. Her face was pink and flustered.
"You're a good kisser," Lily proclaimed keeping her laughter in. Not able to keep it in anymore, Lily and James high-fived and burst into laughter and giggles. Peter, Remus, and Sirius in the background were on the floor rolling around, clutching their stomachs, and laughing almost to tears.
"I hope you guys get married. It would be really funny since you make such a great couple in crime," chirped the guys in between laughs. James and Lily just glared.
Bella appeared out of breath running into the Great Hall. "Only ten minutes until my date with Mungdungus! I took too long getting ready! What did I miss?" she inquired seeing everyone shaking in laughter. "Lily, I didn't know you were making out with someone! What's with all those hickeys?"
"James Potter!" raged Lily pulling out her compact mirror and examining over fifty purple bruises along her neck.
Knowing what Lily could do, James bolted out the Great Hall with Lily hot behind him. At least she wasn't cold anymore.
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Back in the present, James cleared his throat to get the attention of the still scar-faced woman. When she turned around, James was reminded of Mad-Eye Moody, his and Lily's superior.
"James!" she exclaimed enthusiastically. "What are you doing here?"
James held up the letter. "I need to fill in the forms for my family."
"Oh," blurted Matilda disappointedly. "Right this way."
She led James to the large, rotting desk, and looked up Potter. She took out two files, handed them to James, and gave him a pen and form.
Carefully reading the form over, James wrote the name Harold Potter under the name of the deceased person. Under the type of coffin, he checked off gold and ebony, his brother's favorite things. Under the second deceased person, James wrote neatly, "Bitch." However, he scribbled it out, and he wrote, "Vivian Potter." Under the burying option, James chose cremate.
In the wizarding world, wood was considered beauty and didn't rot due to charms. Cremating, however, is considered a sign of disgrace and being hated but the person who chose the option for you.
James handed the files to Matilda who placed them in a different set of files for the dead. She read over the form and asked, "Are you sure about the option? She is your mother after all..."
Matilda strutted over to the wall of drawers full of bodies with James trailing her. "Accio dead Potter bodies!" she chanted and two steel drawers landed at her feet.
One of the drawers had a man in it. He was clearly a Potter with unruly chestnut hair. He looked like he was in his late twenties, early thirties. James could clearly remember his brother's eyes. Usually, male Potters' hair always looked black and unruly, eyes taking the color of the mother who married into the family. Also the eyes were always warm, face never taking on the usual square face that a man usually has. Instead, it always was long and round.
James and Harry's' eyes were different. They were only warm to those they loved. Harry's eyes were once blue against a manly squared face. Now he was lifeless. James's face was long, coming to a rounded point chin. They were the oddball Potters, as their father had affectionately called them.
In the other drawer was a brunette woman. Vain, greedy, selfish, and bulimic. These were the things that described Vivian. Even in her death she struggled to be perfect in appearance, but no matter what, something was always wrong with her face. It was too pale for her complexion right now. Sometimes it was the shape of her nose. Or maybe there would be too many wrinkles. While Vivian had been alive, a large chunk of the Potters' fortune had been wasted on her charm surgeries that they had to pay others for to perform complicated charms on her face. No matter what, her face would always be imperfect to James. Even with makeup. Why? It's because it is all fake.
"Just because she doesn't look like you doesn't mean you have to cremate her," muttered Matilda.
James laughed bitterly in his mind. No one knew that Vivian was the worst mother ever. They all thought the lives of the beyond rich family was perfect.
"Here is the will to everything that your dad wrote."
James took the paper. His dad's writing was one the parchment stating his wife would get the manor and seventy-five percent of the fortune when he died. Twenty percent would go to Harry Potter, and the last five would go to James. However, if Vivian died, James got when was left of her fortune. If Harry died, James got that too. If James had died, Harry would have gotten it.
James paid one hundred galleons for a ceremony and coffin for Harry and two galleons for Vivian's scattering of ashes. Afterward, he left.
When he reached the pale yellow lobby with squashy red arm chairs of the English Ministry Building, James saw the rain was over. At 4:00 in the afternoon, James decided to walk and reminisce before apparating home. "This is my story of my crappy life..." he thought as he walked aimlessly.
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There was once a time when James Potter's life was actually perfect. It had been from the moment he was born to the moment when he turned seven. Lord Voldermort, the most feared wizard of James's time, had taken his mother's life, Lilith Potter. Perhaps he liked Lily partially for her real name being Lilith also. Or maybe he had a thing for Liliths. He would never know, but he does remember loving his mom. She had showered him with love and affection along with her husband. They had been a happy family, but it all shattered that night. His dad made it. However, it would have been better for him to die since some of his soul died that night along with his beloved wife. He was never the same.
Thomas Potter was not stupid. He knew his son lacked and needed a mother. He married a woman by the name of Vivian three years after James's birth mother died thinking she would make a kind, caring mother. She was a woman who worked for him. One night before Lilith had gotten pregnant, Thomas had gotten drunk and in the process, conceived Harold Potter, nicknamed Harry, with Vivian. His wife knew, but she forgave him. He trusted Vivian though. He didn't know she had decieved him and married him for his money.
So Thomas Potter had two sons. One legitimate and one that wasn't. Being older, Harry took James under his wing. Those two were closer than real brothers usually were. They bothed hated Vivian with a passion. Even if she was his mother, she had gotten Thomas drunk all those years ago wanting to marry him for his money from the start. She didn't know he was already married. Her plan backfired, and she was saddled with a burden who she loved to abuse getting only a small amount for support. She didn't love anyone except herself. When she married Thomas, she treated the boys nice in front of her husband, but was bitch otherwise. All money that was supposed to go to the boys were taken from them. Their father then had to give them their money directly instead of through Vivian.
Both boys went to Hogwarts, a sanctuary to get away from Vivian. They never trusted or dated a girl believing all of them were cruel like Vivian. Lily was an exeption to them both since even her aura seemed to be different. She was like the sister they never had.
Then, in James's fifth year, Harold's seventh, Thomas, their only salvation, was murdered by Voldermort. Vivian wanted to keep all the money for herself, but was forced to give the amount of fortune to the boys that were allotted to them. Harry gave James five percent of his own. This five percent was over four hundred billion galleons, but still, Harry was kind.
After graduations, both boys lived separately, but corresponded often. They were still close along with Lily. Many people thought that if James didn't ask Lily out soon, Harry would.
Now the last of James's family was dead. His loved brother too.
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A. N. - I was going to give you an even longer chapter, but it's 10:30 now and I'm sleepy. I'm sorry I haven't updated in so long! I had a really long writer's block! Please forgive me and review! I'll update soon since I have lots of ideas again. I need 162 reviews for a faster update! Chao!
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To:
Moldly: Yep. This is going to be a long one, but stick around because I can ALMOST promise that this won't get boring. I do update weekly unless I get the required amount of reviews somewhere before the next Saturday.
Jemi Fal: I'll start using more magic from now on. I'm just not good at making words up for the spells, so I just refer to it. My mom said something about the spells being related to Latin. I don't know any, so I can't really use the origin J. K. Rowling did. I like stuff being authentic.
(No name): Do I limit my writing? I guess I do... I write for other people as well as for myself. This story has been a big venting thing for me, better than a journal. And just to let you know, I happen to be a short little kid, so that might add to the problem. ^_^ In future reviews, could you write a name or something? I like to address people by names.
Frankie: Sorry about that... How could I forget the pink elephants? Darn... Remus is sane... Have to work on that... I'll get to reading your story!
Aileron: Thank you for saying this is original! I love being weird and not the same. I appreciate your comment.
Just to clarify things, James is supposed to be an ass! Modeled after my friend... *hint, hint* You know, James can be nice to... I guess... Just wait and see. Turns out James can be really sweet too! *Sniff* Awwwwww.... *masked someone comes out*
"Shut up!" Dun ask...
I'm addicted to the fanfic by Vanilla Blood, Get Mine, Get Yours. Tell me when it's updated!
More Than Just Harry
Chapter 9: A Lilith Thing
"He who dies with the most toys is, nonetheless, still dead."
-Anon.
"Once the game is over, the king and the pawn go back in the same box."
-Italian Proverb
"What we have done for ourselves alone dies with us; what we have done for others and the world remains and is immortal."
-Albert Pike
"A man who won't die for something is not to live."
-Martin Luther King, Jr.
Once James was on the broom, he wondered how he was going to get anywhere in this storm. Now James might have been book smart, having held second place to Lily for top marks for exams and such, but otherwise he was quite dense. If Bella hadn't poked her head out from the front double doors in the storm and reminded him, he would have forgotten he could either floo or apparate over to the ministry. Quite dense isn't he?
So James had to get off his broom and scurry back into the warmth of the house.
"I swear, James, you can be so damn idiotic sometimes," said Bella.
"Where's Remus?" asked James while peeling off his raincoat for the third time that day.
"He is taking care of Lily now. We're going to take thirty minute shifts, then switch. So are you going to floo or apparate?"
"I'll take the chance of apparating." James had talent when transfiguring things, but apparating could be dangerous for him. It had taken him a total of sixteen times to get his license. The first four times half of him ended up halfway there, and then the other half of him ended up thirteen miles east of the apparation point. The next eight times, he ended up in the Gobi Desert, Dead Sea, Tokyo Tower, Mediterranean Sea, Sydney Opera House, Empire State Building, Great Wall of China, and then Big Ben in London. That was a big improvement considering all of him made it to each place. The last four times he had appeared twenty miles away from the destination, then fourteen, then ten, then he made it! Lily on the other hand made it on her first try, much to the dismay of James and the others. The three remaining wizards and witch made it on their third try. Not bad compared to James's record.
Bella handed James the letter he had received. Thanks to a straightening spell, it was not crumpled anymore.
Taking out his one-inch short of a foot mahogany wand out, James swished it down from high above his head to right below his waist making a semi-circle. With a pop, James had disappeared.
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Sky scraping silver buildings stood before James. A tremendous red tower loomed before him, casting dark shadows across other buildings.
"Damn!" screamed James. "I ended up in Tokyo!"
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After several tries, three continents, a dozen countries, twenty tourist attractions, and thirty minutes, James arrived outside his destination; a wide, tall tan brick building concealed by many charms so that it couldn't be seen by muggles. He hurried through the double glass doors and past the blond secretary behind a enormous oak desk stacked high with papers. He entered the silver elevator leaving the buttermilk yellow room behind.
James tapped his shoe against the silver tiling of the elevator floor as he pressed the button and waited impatiently for the bats to take him up to the thirtieth floor. This was no regular muggle elevator. Bats specifically trained for this task were even stronger than your average human child. Using their sound waves, pictures on the backs of buttons were matched up with pictures for each floor. For example, all the bats shoot high pitched sound waves from their mouths which hit the top of the elevator. A warp charm would make the pictures on the backs of the button appear on the outside ceiling of the elevator. Sound waves bounced off the engraved picture and the bats would match the picture up with one on a certain floor.
(The warp charm makes a side appear on top, the top to show on a side, ect.)
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After several minutes of waiting, James arrived to his destination. The thirtieth floor of the Ministry wasn't divided up into many separate rooms with one winding hallway, but was one mammoth dark gray room. A fifteen feet tall, half mile wide wall was covered with nothing but silver drawers no doubt filled with dead corpses. Coffins along another wall were magically sawing themselves to fit the body next to them perfectly. Across from the coffins was a colossal graying wood desk that seemed to have moss and termites creeping across its surface.
Tentatively, James walked across dark, shimmering marble. Incense burned his nostrils as he breathed. "Hello? Anyone here? Alive?"
James laughed at his own corny joke.
"Nope, no one here," replied a voice behind James right next to his ear. Since the voice was unexpected, James jumped about a foot into the air.
The voice itself was creepy. Even if it wasn't a surprise, James would have jumped anyway since the face accompanying the voice belonged to a pearly transparent ghost.
"Am I that scary? Jeez! You kids don't get scared of Professor Binns at Hogwarts! Not even Headless Nick!" scoffed the ghost. "Although I at least got into the Headless Hunt Club. Name's Headless. Forgot what my name was somewhere along the way when I lost my head back when Henry chopped it off. Stupid jackass..."
James just stared at the female cursing the King of England back in the 1500s. Clearly she was one of his eight wives.
"Really, why did he need a son to rule? Look at Elizabeth! Of course my dear Mary was better. Much prettier too. At least she was married. To a Spanish man too!"
James didn't bother pointing out that her daughter had been overthrown by her own people about 400 years ago. Instead he asked, "Where's Matilda?"
"Oh sure, ask where she is, but forget all about her assistance. She's in the corner behind that particularly big coffin in the last row. Some stupid person wanted their husband mummified."
James thanked the former Queen of England and excused himself to walk down a row of self making coffins and past different shaped and sized urns.
Upon reaching the back, James found the woman, Matilda, waving her wand around a naked body which was currently having his Horus-eye shaped incision on his right flank sown together. "People these days... See a funky exhibit with mummies and want their own fucking husbands to be mummified..."
James chuckled to himself nervously. Matilda Colfer was still the same vain, ugly, anorexic, cursing woman from school. They had graduated in the same year, and when James found that the former Slytherin was working in the same building as him, he had seriously considered quitting. Not only would it be uncomfortable, he didn't like having a woman hitting on him in public. Even after about a half a decade, Matilda still like James. She was still hitting on him, but it wasn't as bad as it would be if she didn't think he had a girlfriend. However, the first time she had confessed her 'love' for him, he had to get the help of Lily to get Matilda from shagging him in front of the whole Great Hall.
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A sixteen year old James Potter strutted into the Great Hall for dinner one cold February 14 with his friends in tow. He was a bachelor. This also gave many hopeful girls the chance to snag the most popular guy's heart. However, there was always Lily Evans to contend with. Not too popular or anything, but James's closest and beloved best gal pal, made Lily a formidable opponent for James's heart. All girls either went up to her for advice knowing that she had no interest in James or despised her in case she did secretly like him.
One particular girl with long blond hair and watery, cold blue eyes stared at James from the Slytherin table. Matilda Colfer. Her face was scarred from many cat fights with other girls, lips were thin, and face was gaunt. Bags hung underneath her eyes and horrible breath could be smelled from her mouth which was the result of smoking.
Matilda got up from the Slytherin table, her anorexic body swaying since she had no hips. (A. N. Speaking of hips, my mom comes into the bathroom while I'm brushing my hair, and she goes, "You have big hips because you have a big..." She means my ass! Remember, fat is good! Who wants to be anorexic and skinny as a stick? How can you resist chocolate?)
Sauntering up to James who was nearing the Gryffindor table, Matilda latched onto his arms toned from Quidditch. She batted her short-transfigured to be long eyelashes at James and flirted shyly, "I'm so glad you're single now. It's Valentine's Day too. I've had my eye on you for a while, James." She licked her lips to get James to understand what she was implying. Her body rubbed against James's.
Eyes wide and body shifting uncomfortably to get away from the girl, James glared at Peter, Sirius, and Remus behind him who were shaking with silent laughter and not helping him. James looked wildly around for help of any kind, but didn't push her away, so he wouldn't hurt the poor girl's feelings. Suddenly, James spotted a light among a room of dimness. A red light.
"Damn, this place is freezing!" complained Lily. Her long red hair reached her mid-back, and her green eyes accompanied by thick, long, natural lashes could be seen from miles away since she stood out being the only red head in all of Hogwarts. She took her time shuffling into the Great Hall and to the Gryffindor table. Even with six layers of clothes on, Lily was cold. Not that she wasn't attractive, her intelligence, top of the year every year marks, beauty, and girlie tomboyish perverted personality just plain intimidated guys.
"Lily! You look cold, baby," James drawled with a wink. Lily didn't catch this however.
"No shit, Sherlock! I only look like this every hour of the day complaining that I'm cold!"
James wriggled from Matilda's grasp and quickly grabbed Lily into his embrace so that he hugged her from behind.
"What the fuck?" protested Lily swiveling her neck around uncomfortably and glaring at James. He winked again, and she understood.
"I'm sorry. I know we're not supposed to make this public, but I really wanted to warm you up!" lied James with yet another wink. Lily caught on.
"It's okay." she agreed. Matilda however, seemed unconvinced.
Knowing that Lily was saving her first kiss for someone and sometime special, James started planting wet kisses on her neck, occasionally sucking on it and leaving a mark.
Matilda glared at the scene in front of her. "Slut!" she screamed. She looked at James with disgust as he continued to neck Lily. "Just know what you're missing." When they didn't stop, Matilda threw up her hands and declared, "You two just get a room!"
Just to get a laugh, James turned Lily around, continuing to go up and down the smooth, pale skin of her neck. Once again reading James's mind, Lily jumped and straddled James around his waist. Without James having to do anything, Lily started to mock moan, "Oh James!" Her voice was unusually high and clearly fake, but it pissed Matilda off. "Don't stop! Hump me harder!" When Matilda still didn't budge or leave, Lily moaned, "Faster! Just because we're not in bed doesn't mean you have to hold back!"
James sucked on Lily's neck harder to keep from laughing. Lily bit her lip, pretending to be in ecstasy when in reality she was trying to not giggle.
Hearing this, Matilda stormed out of the Great Hall. Once she was gone, Lily unstraddled James and landed on the floor. Her face was pink and flustered.
"You're a good kisser," Lily proclaimed keeping her laughter in. Not able to keep it in anymore, Lily and James high-fived and burst into laughter and giggles. Peter, Remus, and Sirius in the background were on the floor rolling around, clutching their stomachs, and laughing almost to tears.
"I hope you guys get married. It would be really funny since you make such a great couple in crime," chirped the guys in between laughs. James and Lily just glared.
Bella appeared out of breath running into the Great Hall. "Only ten minutes until my date with Mungdungus! I took too long getting ready! What did I miss?" she inquired seeing everyone shaking in laughter. "Lily, I didn't know you were making out with someone! What's with all those hickeys?"
"James Potter!" raged Lily pulling out her compact mirror and examining over fifty purple bruises along her neck.
Knowing what Lily could do, James bolted out the Great Hall with Lily hot behind him. At least she wasn't cold anymore.
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Back in the present, James cleared his throat to get the attention of the still scar-faced woman. When she turned around, James was reminded of Mad-Eye Moody, his and Lily's superior.
"James!" she exclaimed enthusiastically. "What are you doing here?"
James held up the letter. "I need to fill in the forms for my family."
"Oh," blurted Matilda disappointedly. "Right this way."
She led James to the large, rotting desk, and looked up Potter. She took out two files, handed them to James, and gave him a pen and form.
Carefully reading the form over, James wrote the name Harold Potter under the name of the deceased person. Under the type of coffin, he checked off gold and ebony, his brother's favorite things. Under the second deceased person, James wrote neatly, "Bitch." However, he scribbled it out, and he wrote, "Vivian Potter." Under the burying option, James chose cremate.
In the wizarding world, wood was considered beauty and didn't rot due to charms. Cremating, however, is considered a sign of disgrace and being hated but the person who chose the option for you.
James handed the files to Matilda who placed them in a different set of files for the dead. She read over the form and asked, "Are you sure about the option? She is your mother after all..."
Matilda strutted over to the wall of drawers full of bodies with James trailing her. "Accio dead Potter bodies!" she chanted and two steel drawers landed at her feet.
One of the drawers had a man in it. He was clearly a Potter with unruly chestnut hair. He looked like he was in his late twenties, early thirties. James could clearly remember his brother's eyes. Usually, male Potters' hair always looked black and unruly, eyes taking the color of the mother who married into the family. Also the eyes were always warm, face never taking on the usual square face that a man usually has. Instead, it always was long and round.
James and Harry's' eyes were different. They were only warm to those they loved. Harry's eyes were once blue against a manly squared face. Now he was lifeless. James's face was long, coming to a rounded point chin. They were the oddball Potters, as their father had affectionately called them.
In the other drawer was a brunette woman. Vain, greedy, selfish, and bulimic. These were the things that described Vivian. Even in her death she struggled to be perfect in appearance, but no matter what, something was always wrong with her face. It was too pale for her complexion right now. Sometimes it was the shape of her nose. Or maybe there would be too many wrinkles. While Vivian had been alive, a large chunk of the Potters' fortune had been wasted on her charm surgeries that they had to pay others for to perform complicated charms on her face. No matter what, her face would always be imperfect to James. Even with makeup. Why? It's because it is all fake.
"Just because she doesn't look like you doesn't mean you have to cremate her," muttered Matilda.
James laughed bitterly in his mind. No one knew that Vivian was the worst mother ever. They all thought the lives of the beyond rich family was perfect.
"Here is the will to everything that your dad wrote."
James took the paper. His dad's writing was one the parchment stating his wife would get the manor and seventy-five percent of the fortune when he died. Twenty percent would go to Harry Potter, and the last five would go to James. However, if Vivian died, James got when was left of her fortune. If Harry died, James got that too. If James had died, Harry would have gotten it.
James paid one hundred galleons for a ceremony and coffin for Harry and two galleons for Vivian's scattering of ashes. Afterward, he left.
When he reached the pale yellow lobby with squashy red arm chairs of the English Ministry Building, James saw the rain was over. At 4:00 in the afternoon, James decided to walk and reminisce before apparating home. "This is my story of my crappy life..." he thought as he walked aimlessly.
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There was once a time when James Potter's life was actually perfect. It had been from the moment he was born to the moment when he turned seven. Lord Voldermort, the most feared wizard of James's time, had taken his mother's life, Lilith Potter. Perhaps he liked Lily partially for her real name being Lilith also. Or maybe he had a thing for Liliths. He would never know, but he does remember loving his mom. She had showered him with love and affection along with her husband. They had been a happy family, but it all shattered that night. His dad made it. However, it would have been better for him to die since some of his soul died that night along with his beloved wife. He was never the same.
Thomas Potter was not stupid. He knew his son lacked and needed a mother. He married a woman by the name of Vivian three years after James's birth mother died thinking she would make a kind, caring mother. She was a woman who worked for him. One night before Lilith had gotten pregnant, Thomas had gotten drunk and in the process, conceived Harold Potter, nicknamed Harry, with Vivian. His wife knew, but she forgave him. He trusted Vivian though. He didn't know she had decieved him and married him for his money.
So Thomas Potter had two sons. One legitimate and one that wasn't. Being older, Harry took James under his wing. Those two were closer than real brothers usually were. They bothed hated Vivian with a passion. Even if she was his mother, she had gotten Thomas drunk all those years ago wanting to marry him for his money from the start. She didn't know he was already married. Her plan backfired, and she was saddled with a burden who she loved to abuse getting only a small amount for support. She didn't love anyone except herself. When she married Thomas, she treated the boys nice in front of her husband, but was bitch otherwise. All money that was supposed to go to the boys were taken from them. Their father then had to give them their money directly instead of through Vivian.
Both boys went to Hogwarts, a sanctuary to get away from Vivian. They never trusted or dated a girl believing all of them were cruel like Vivian. Lily was an exeption to them both since even her aura seemed to be different. She was like the sister they never had.
Then, in James's fifth year, Harold's seventh, Thomas, their only salvation, was murdered by Voldermort. Vivian wanted to keep all the money for herself, but was forced to give the amount of fortune to the boys that were allotted to them. Harry gave James five percent of his own. This five percent was over four hundred billion galleons, but still, Harry was kind.
After graduations, both boys lived separately, but corresponded often. They were still close along with Lily. Many people thought that if James didn't ask Lily out soon, Harry would.
Now the last of James's family was dead. His loved brother too.
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A. N. - I was going to give you an even longer chapter, but it's 10:30 now and I'm sleepy. I'm sorry I haven't updated in so long! I had a really long writer's block! Please forgive me and review! I'll update soon since I have lots of ideas again. I need 162 reviews for a faster update! Chao!
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