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Boys Against Girl-Chapter 10-The Letters

Lily sat on the train, waiting for the others to get there. She hadn't seem Andrea or Andromada since summer break, and now she couldn't even dorm with Andrea since she was a fifth year now. Nobody really knew she'd skipped a year, except the professors of course. She grinned. She couldn't wait to see James' face when she told him. James, she sighed. He had been somewhat nice over the summer. She could actually start to see why people liked him so much.

What are you thinking, Lily? No one would every like him!

Except maybe you.

What? Where did that come from? And why am I talking to myself?

  The other voice in her head shrugged. Luckily the girls walked in with the boys at their heals.

"Hey Evans." James said happily, plopping down next to her.

He's calling me Evans again. She thought sadly.

"Hello." Lily said in a voice like ice. "Potter." She added as an after thought. She had kind of hoped things wouldn't change after the summer. They had stared plotting things against Snape. They were actually a good team!

"Yo tiger!" Sirius chirped. "What's wrong with you?"

"Oh…um…I miss um….Petunia."

Sirius shrugged. James gave her an odd look. He had read enough in her journal to know that would never happen. Plus all the time he'd spent at her house. Something was definitely wrong…

Andrea and Andromada gave her a weird look too.

"Lily!" Andrea shouted, hoping to break the lull.

"And!" Lily leapt off the bench and hugged her. "How are you? Why didn't you write me twenty times a day like you promised? How's the fam? How was your…"

"Woah! One question at a time please."

"Don't I get a hug?" Andromada grinned.

"Why didn't you visit me?" Lily asked skeptically.

"Well…whenever I had time…well…Sirius would come over and he'd tell me James was over at your place." She grinned. "Why would James be over at your house?"

Lily stuck out her tongue. "Why would Sirius be at yours?"

Sirius walked behind Andromada and placed his hands around her waist. "Andromada and I are dating."

The compartment went silent.

"Lil, I know you may still like Siri…but I thought…"

"No that's fine 'Dromada. I honestly don't mind. Siri is too much like a brother."

"Good." Andromada said while smiling. "Plus I thought maybe you and James were dating."

James grinned and stood up. "We are."

"What?" Lily asked.

James placed his arm over Lily's shoulder. "We're dating."

Lily probably wouldn't have minded this over the summer, but this boy had no right to play with her emotions like this. She moved out of James' reach.

"No we're not. You'd be the last person I'd ever date Potter."

"Even over Snape?" James asked, knowing what the answer would be.

"I'd even date Snape before you."

Andrea gasped. "Lily! Don't say things like that!"

"Why not? It's true. I'd rather date Severus Snape over James Potter."

"Really?" An oily voice said behind her. "How awfully delightful."

Lily turned around to be face to face with Severus Snape. "IT's not a compliment Snape." She said coldly.

He grinned. "You may not have meant it as one, but it's a compliment all the same."

Lily groaned. "I'm going to change into my robes."

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James walked into the Great Hall for the sorting.

She couldn't have meant that, could she? He thought. I mean. Severus Snape? Over me?

Andrea's voice broke his thoughts. "Lily, do you think we'll get the same beds as last year."

"Um…I think you will. I'm not sure about me."

"What do you mean?" Andrea asked.

Everybody looked over at Lily. "Well, I'm a fifth year." Lily said very fast.

Everyone looked confused, but Andrea shouted. "You're a fifth year?!"

"Uh…Yeah."

"When did you find out?"Andrea boomed.


Lily looked at James who looked like a fish.

"About May or March…"

"Of last year?" Andrea shouted, getting angrier by the second.

"Uh…yeah." Lily said softly.

Andrea hit her. "Why didn't you tell me, you pooh!" Then she walked off. No, stormed off.

"Oh I'm in trouble." Lily said softly.

"S'ok Lil." Andromada said. "She'll get over it."

Lily looked over at Sirius who nodded, then at James who now looked like a very angry fish.

"You pooh!" He yelled and then followed Andrea, leaving in a huffy.

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James stared at Lily over the table. She was eating as if nothing at all was wrong.

What a brat! I spent most of the summer with her, for who knows why, and she didn't say a thing.

He humphed. Why did he even care? He grinned evilly at Lily across the table. He knew exactly how he was going to get her back.

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Lily fell on her pillow in the fifth year dorm. And she noticed it was her pillow! It was her normal bed she'd had every year so far. She hugged her pillow tightly and something crinkled.

What? Lily got off her pillow and looked at the now crinkled paper with purple ink. She opened carefully. Who would write her? She opened it to an unknown scrawl.

            Lily,

I didn't expect to see you walk up with the fifth years, but I'm really glad you did; because now I can see you more! You'll be in most of my classes I'm guessing, since I think you're interested in the same things I am. That's not the reason I wrote you this letter though. I wanted to tell you that I think you're really pretty. I love the way your eyes twinkle when you're thinking of something to do, and yes I have noticed over the years. Have you ever heard the expression that eyes can betray all emotion? Well, I believe that they can, and I hope that someday you will give me a look with your majestic eyes. That was stupid huh? Anyway, I guess that was all I wanted to say. Maybe sometime I'll gather up enough courage to actually talk to you in person, but until then I think letters are best. By the way, if you'd like to write me back, which I'm hoping you will, there's a lose stone in the fireplace you can slip your letters. I'll be waiting, dear.

                        Hopelessly yours,

                                                Me.

Lily tried not to laugh. Hopelessly yours? Oh dear. She decided to be nice, for once in her life, and respond. She grabbed her blue ink, deciding the green would remind him of her eyes. She shuddered at the thought. She did not want somewhere staring, or even thinking, about her all day.

Except maybe James.

NO! Not James. Never James!

The voice shrugged. See it your way. But what if James wrote the letter?

What? James H. Potter does not write letter. If he likes someone he grabs them in the hall, tells them to meet him in the Astronomy Tower, makes out with them for about an hour, gets sick of them, and goes on with life.

Which is why you won't like him?

No. Just another good reason to add to my first one.

Which is?

NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS? My thoughts should be my own and you're taking away that privilege. Now go away.\

How can I? I'm you?

A very annoying me. Shut up then

Her inner voice humphed. Someone's not very happy.

"SHUT UP!!" Lily yelled.

All the girls started at her and Erin took off her sleeping mask.

"Wha?"

Lily looked at Andromada who was sleeping soundly. "She must be having a nightmare."

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The next morning Lily was looking at every guy she knew. Who would like her? She glanced at James, somewhere very deep inside of her, hoping it was his. He, however, was busy talking to Sirius. Andrea still wasn't talking to her, which was disturbing. She'd never thought that not telling anyone would have this kind of a consequence. But it had and she'd have to live with it. She looked at her class chart. Her first class was Advanced Charms with Hufflepuff, second was Astronomy with Ravenclaw, third was Divination with Hufflepuff, fourth was Potions with Slytherin, and fifth was Transfiguration with Ravenclaw. (I hope I have all those right….sorry if there are too many classes or not enough…)

"So, James…" Lily said nonchalantly, "What's your schedule?"

James looked at her, almost glared but handed it to her. They had every class together except James had an advanced quidditch class that all quidditch members took.

"Looks like we have a lot of classes together."

James still said nothing but Sirius whooped. "Yes! Someone else to tease Prongs!"

Lily forced a laugh out…why was James mad at her…and why was Sirius calling James "Prongs".

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Remus sat across from Andrea, trying not to look at her. She'd become really beautiful over the summer. She was still kind of plump, but she'd become taller and it suited her. Her hair had gone from being a mucky dishwater blonde color to pure honey. Her eyes were still a greenish color and looked gold when the sun hit them. She was like an angel, and maybe he could even gather up enough courage to ask her to the closest dance. As friends of course. He didn't like her more than friends…he hoped.

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Lily walked into her Transfiguration class.  The day was almost out and she couldn't have been happier. James Potter had made every possible way of showing that was upset at her evident. When they chose partners in Charms James chose Sirius, even though he wanted to be partnered up with Andromada. So Lily and Andromada had worked together leaving poor Remus to work with Peter. Then in Divination he's said he'd seen a lying harpy with red hair in his cup and the list could go on and on. Now she was being forced to sit behind them as Ms. McGonagal stared at each of them.

"This class will be unlike any of your other classes. You will no longer be turning quills into porcupines or needles into matches." The class didn't looked to impressed and Minerva humphed. "You will be turning animals into different animals. A skunk into a cat for instance." The class made a few sounds of excitement, at least no more boring things. "For your assignment today I want you to look up different animal transformations and perform one of them in groups of two. I will chose  your groups for you."

The class went from leaps of joy to whining. "Why?" Sirius begged. He did not want to be with Severus Snape like last year.

"Don't ask questions Mr. Black." She pushed her glasses up higher and her nose and got out a roll of parchment.

"Mr. Black and Ms. Figg." Sirius leapt up and grabbed Andromada. "Mr. Diggory with Ms. Lockhart. Mr. Lupin with Ms. Brincock, I mean Ms. Brenstone." Remus tried not to blush. McGonagall said a few more names and waited and waited for her name to be called. "And last, but certainly not least, Mr. Potter and Ms. Evans."

James groaned. "Why her?"

Lily hit him. "Come on, Potter." And started to drag him off to the library.

"Seeya Prongs!" Sirius shouted again. James gave him a hard look and then smirked.

"Seeya Padfoot."

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Lily went to bed and found another note on it.

Lily dear,

            I hope you have good luck on your project. I know that James Potter can be a little difficult to work with, and I could tell he was especially mad today. What did you do to him? I guess that doesn't matter, as long as he won't come between us. I would really appreciate it if you would leave me a reply so that I can write things back to you that won't bore you to death. I wrote you a poem and I hope you like it. Here it is:

                                                                        With eyes that shine like gold,

                                                                        They tell me truths untold.

                                                                        As if a lark that sings to me

                                                                        Her smile is a key.

                                                                        A Key that unlocks a certain door,

                                                                        To my heart, I know not more.

                                                                        But when I see her shimmering hair,

                                                                        I wonder what lies beneath there.

                                                                        An intelligent brain, I know for sure,

                                                                        But what of my love, is there a cure.

                                                                        I think not, for I want you to feel,

                                                                        How deep my love is, my darling Lil.

            You're forever,

                        Me.

Lily sighed and decided she might as well write him.

            I have no idea who you are and I would appreciate it if I did, but I suppose you won't tell me. And I have to say that I think that is a stupid idea. I mean, I hate writing people I don't know. Anyway, I don't know what to tell you only that I don't appreciate the idea of you knowing what's happening to me because of a look in my eyes. Eyes don't' tell that much about a person you know.

            By the way, that was a lovely poem and I really do appreciate it, and I guess in a way I appreciate the fact that you write me—although it is a little freaky. Anyway, I'm very tired and I don't want to write at the moment.

                        Lily Evans

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After about 50 letters back and forth Lily was getting quite aggravated. It was Christmas break and she couldn't get home, since her parents were in France and she'd rather die then see Petunia. She was stuck with the 4 people who were still here, including James Potter. She ran up to her room, actually hoping for a letter. It would be very lonely and if she got one she might get a chance to find out who they were all from.

Her heart leapt as she saw the familiar scrawl and parchment. She ran to the bed and tore the seal. Reading with disbelief.

Lily-

            I might as well tell you since you probably already know. Well, actually, I won't tell you. Please meet me tonight in the Astronomy Tower. It's important. I'd also like to ask you to the dance, and please answer before you see me.

                        J

He wanted to meet with her! And his name started with a "J". Who did she know like that? No one really. She grabbed a parchment and her fancy pen.

YES!

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Lily walked up to the Astronomy Tower and went to open the door. It was locked, or someone was holding it shut.

"Slip your answer under the door." Said a muffled voice.

Lily sighed but slipped under. She thought she heard someone laugh, but then the door opened and there stood James Potter.

"James?" Lily said in disbelief, trying to stop the pounding in her heart.

"Hey Lil. Look, I'm really sorry about all this. It was only a joke. But you still have to go to the dance with me cause—"

Lily started fuming. All a joke? He's played with her emotions. She'd almost fallen in love with the poems she'd received. But they were written by a person who didn't even mean them, and probably got them out of a book! "No James. I don't want to go with you."

James smiled. "You have to though! And it's a theme dance." He started thinking. "We can go as…Romeo and Juliet."

Lily rolled her eyes. "Whatever Potter."

She ran out from the tower and back to her rooms.

How could he do that? Toy with her like as if she was a bean bag to toss around, make her end up liking a person who will never exist, and then tell her "Oh it was just a joke."? The man is cruel!

A tear ran down her cheek and she fell onto her bed. She knew exactly what she was going to do. She grabbed a candle and started burning all the letters, one at a time not reading any of them. She could tell which ones she liked most because they were the most warn. Tears were now almost streaming down her cheeks.

"Why?" She sobbed into her pillow. Not noticing that the candle had knocked over onto her blanket.

Lily smelt something and then felt warmth by her feet and looked to see flames.

"AHHH!!!!!" She screamed. Trying to remember the charm for water, but her head had gone blank.

James ran in. "Lily?" He saw the flames and mumbled a few words, causing water to shower the bed, or what was left of it.

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