Hi! I have decided to skip 5 years ahead, although I may go back and do
previous ones later. The characters are J.K. Rowling's mostly, but the rest
is mine. Mwahahahaha!
Lily groaned and rolled over when her friend Lyssa tried to wake her up. She sat bolt upright when something landed on the floor next to her with a loud THUD! "What in the world?" Lily mumbled. Lyssa reached down and handed her the present that had fallen.
"Merry Christmas!" Lyssa giggled. Then she sat down on her own bed and began unwrapping gifts. Lily reached for her first present.
"Funny, there's no card." she murmured. The gift turned out to be a small, fiery stress-ball. Lily laughed, knowing it was meant to be a joke on her short temper. Examining closer, she found her name stitched in bright green letters. Of all her gifts, Lily's favorite was a small red tabby cat from James. "I'll call you Ivvi." She whispered. Ivvi purred and rubbed her head against Lily's hand. She smiled.
(**)**(^**^)**(V**V)**(**) Over in the boy's dorms, James, Sirius and Remus all received mysterious presents like Lily's. James received a silver hairbrush that screeched for him to brush it each morning. Remus got a small bracelet with stone that looked like wolf fangs and eyes, and Sirius got a huge, flying motorcycle.
"Awesome!" Sirius cried as he circled his bike. Remus just grimaced and stuffed the bracelet under his pillow. James smiled at first, but followed Remus's example when he heard the brush's banshee-like voice.
Breakfast that morning was a simple affair, much like lunch. At dinner, the only difference was the change in appetites. Lily, bored with the 'feast' made her excuses, and she hurried up to bed.
That night, Lily dreamed it was her wedding day. Everything seemed somewhat blurry. Only two things were clear: it was her wedding, and Dumbledore, the transfiguration teacher, was beaming at her from the end of the isle. Lily walked towards him,forgetting her unknown groom and the fuzzy crowds watching her. Dumbledore reached out and handed her a gift. Lily smiled, but was unable to speak any words with which to thank him. Upon opening the present, Lily found a stress-ball exactly like the one she had received earlier, except for the name. In large, green letters, it spelled out H-A-R-R-Y. She gave it an experimental squeeze and gasped silently. When she held it tightly, a pair of green eyes and a jagged scar stared up at her.
Lily woke up sweating. She didn't know why, for her dream wasn't scary. She went back to sleep, puzzling over the dreams events. Green eyes and a lightning bolt scar.
**(**)**(V**V)**(^**^)**(**)**
Lyssa listened to the dream carefully. "Tuh! Don't ask me to be a fortuneteller. Ask Ms.Oonwami, she's the divination teacher." Then she walked away.
Lyssa hadn't told Lily anything of what she really knew. She also had a dream.
(**)**(^**^)**(V**V)**(**)
"Lyssa!" a faraway voice called urgently. "Lyssa, help me!" Lyssa ran as fast as she could towards the building it seemed to be coming from.
When Lyssa reached it she noticed it was a house. "Faster, Lyssa! There's not much time! He's coming!" Lyssa sped down a long hallway. "In here, Lyssa!" The voice cried.
Lyssa burst into the room, breathing heavily.only to have it taken away. This area wasn't at all like the rest of the house. The walls seemed to sag, and the roof was coming down in bits and pieces. Smoldering remains of furniture lay scattered about.
But the worst was yet to come. Lying on the floor in a puddle of blood, Lily and James lay, lifeless. Between the sat a squalling baby with brig, ht green eyes and a jagged scar across it's forehead. "God, I would anything not to of had that dream.or better for it not to be true." Lyssa whispered to herself
**(**)*(^**^)*(v**v)*(**)**
James sat, fiddling with a small gold chain on his wrist. 'Does she like me? Or did she just send this to be polite? God knows I like her. Anyway, she's acted like she hates me for years. And I've always gotten a present.' he thought.
"Hey James!" A loud, bouncy, horribly cheerful Sirius was standing behind him. "Isn't that the locket a certain Lily Evans gave you for Christmas? Why are you fondling it?" He asked, so loud that the whole common room quieted to listen. James leapt up.
"God, Sirius! Can't you keep your mouth shut? I holding-not fondling!- it because I'm bored and it feels smooth. Sirius grinned.
"No. I can't keep my mouth shut. After five years of literally sleeping in the bed next to mine you should understand that. However, I'm quite sure you have the brain of a dusty toadstool, sooo." Sirius was forced to halt in his rambling escapade as a viselike hand chose to firmly fasten itself over his mouth.
James glared at him. "If you say another word, I will.EWWWW! You LICKED me!" Yanking his hand away, James rubbed on Sirius's shirt sleeve.
"Barf! That's what you taste like!" Sirius laughed.
"Sirius, you are the most digusting creature ever to be thought of, much less born and able to survive however many days you have managed to survive with a brain the size of and maimed toothpick. You."James stopped. "Sirius.why are you hyperventilating?" He asked. In reply, Sirius fainted.
Cool, you say? Well, it's mine, so don't you dare take any of it! I have given one person permission to use a few ideas. Many thanks to Amelia. Read the stor(ies)y of sneef53 and sneef22. That's two separate names, by the way. Reviews most certainly welcome!
Lily groaned and rolled over when her friend Lyssa tried to wake her up. She sat bolt upright when something landed on the floor next to her with a loud THUD! "What in the world?" Lily mumbled. Lyssa reached down and handed her the present that had fallen.
"Merry Christmas!" Lyssa giggled. Then she sat down on her own bed and began unwrapping gifts. Lily reached for her first present.
"Funny, there's no card." she murmured. The gift turned out to be a small, fiery stress-ball. Lily laughed, knowing it was meant to be a joke on her short temper. Examining closer, she found her name stitched in bright green letters. Of all her gifts, Lily's favorite was a small red tabby cat from James. "I'll call you Ivvi." She whispered. Ivvi purred and rubbed her head against Lily's hand. She smiled.
(**)**(^**^)**(V**V)**(**) Over in the boy's dorms, James, Sirius and Remus all received mysterious presents like Lily's. James received a silver hairbrush that screeched for him to brush it each morning. Remus got a small bracelet with stone that looked like wolf fangs and eyes, and Sirius got a huge, flying motorcycle.
"Awesome!" Sirius cried as he circled his bike. Remus just grimaced and stuffed the bracelet under his pillow. James smiled at first, but followed Remus's example when he heard the brush's banshee-like voice.
Breakfast that morning was a simple affair, much like lunch. At dinner, the only difference was the change in appetites. Lily, bored with the 'feast' made her excuses, and she hurried up to bed.
That night, Lily dreamed it was her wedding day. Everything seemed somewhat blurry. Only two things were clear: it was her wedding, and Dumbledore, the transfiguration teacher, was beaming at her from the end of the isle. Lily walked towards him,forgetting her unknown groom and the fuzzy crowds watching her. Dumbledore reached out and handed her a gift. Lily smiled, but was unable to speak any words with which to thank him. Upon opening the present, Lily found a stress-ball exactly like the one she had received earlier, except for the name. In large, green letters, it spelled out H-A-R-R-Y. She gave it an experimental squeeze and gasped silently. When she held it tightly, a pair of green eyes and a jagged scar stared up at her.
Lily woke up sweating. She didn't know why, for her dream wasn't scary. She went back to sleep, puzzling over the dreams events. Green eyes and a lightning bolt scar.
**(**)**(V**V)**(^**^)**(**)**
Lyssa listened to the dream carefully. "Tuh! Don't ask me to be a fortuneteller. Ask Ms.Oonwami, she's the divination teacher." Then she walked away.
Lyssa hadn't told Lily anything of what she really knew. She also had a dream.
(**)**(^**^)**(V**V)**(**)
"Lyssa!" a faraway voice called urgently. "Lyssa, help me!" Lyssa ran as fast as she could towards the building it seemed to be coming from.
When Lyssa reached it she noticed it was a house. "Faster, Lyssa! There's not much time! He's coming!" Lyssa sped down a long hallway. "In here, Lyssa!" The voice cried.
Lyssa burst into the room, breathing heavily.only to have it taken away. This area wasn't at all like the rest of the house. The walls seemed to sag, and the roof was coming down in bits and pieces. Smoldering remains of furniture lay scattered about.
But the worst was yet to come. Lying on the floor in a puddle of blood, Lily and James lay, lifeless. Between the sat a squalling baby with brig, ht green eyes and a jagged scar across it's forehead. "God, I would anything not to of had that dream.or better for it not to be true." Lyssa whispered to herself
**(**)*(^**^)*(v**v)*(**)**
James sat, fiddling with a small gold chain on his wrist. 'Does she like me? Or did she just send this to be polite? God knows I like her. Anyway, she's acted like she hates me for years. And I've always gotten a present.' he thought.
"Hey James!" A loud, bouncy, horribly cheerful Sirius was standing behind him. "Isn't that the locket a certain Lily Evans gave you for Christmas? Why are you fondling it?" He asked, so loud that the whole common room quieted to listen. James leapt up.
"God, Sirius! Can't you keep your mouth shut? I holding-not fondling!- it because I'm bored and it feels smooth. Sirius grinned.
"No. I can't keep my mouth shut. After five years of literally sleeping in the bed next to mine you should understand that. However, I'm quite sure you have the brain of a dusty toadstool, sooo." Sirius was forced to halt in his rambling escapade as a viselike hand chose to firmly fasten itself over his mouth.
James glared at him. "If you say another word, I will.EWWWW! You LICKED me!" Yanking his hand away, James rubbed on Sirius's shirt sleeve.
"Barf! That's what you taste like!" Sirius laughed.
"Sirius, you are the most digusting creature ever to be thought of, much less born and able to survive however many days you have managed to survive with a brain the size of and maimed toothpick. You."James stopped. "Sirius.why are you hyperventilating?" He asked. In reply, Sirius fainted.
Cool, you say? Well, it's mine, so don't you dare take any of it! I have given one person permission to use a few ideas. Many thanks to Amelia. Read the stor(ies)y of sneef53 and sneef22. That's two separate names, by the way. Reviews most certainly welcome!
