Copyright 2003 Rena McGivney
We Wish You a Happy Christmas
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The Story of Lily Evans and James Potter
Disclaimer: All original characters (i.e. anyone you recognize) belong to J.K. Rowling, the true crafty craftsman of the universe. However, the characters you DO NOT RECOGNIZE belong to me. I also own the plot. Don't touch it.
Author's Note: Hi everyone out there! This is my first FanFic on this account, and my first ever past fic. I might make some errors and stuff as I write, so feel free to email me (silentwarrior4244@yahoo.com) with your corrections. I also hope for reviews.and just drop me a line if you want to talk. Now, I won't bore you any longer.I'll start off with the story!
"Erlack! Really, Lucia, I don't know how you do it."
Lily Evans was propped up on one elbow, lying in bed and facing her best friend, Lucia Mandarino, who was recounting her latest snogging session with her boyfriend and in the bed next to hers.
"It's easy.although the tongues tickle at first. Really, Lil, you need a boyfriend!" Lucia said. She was reclining back on her pillows looking at the underside of the high canopy over her bed.
"And just who would I go out with?" Lily said, rolling her eyes and flopping back onto her bed.
"Uh.well."
"DON'T SAY IT!!!" Lily hissed. "I DON'T WANT TO KNOW." And with that she drew her hangings shut rather hard and pulled the covers up to her chin, hearing an outcry of "OUCH!" and some curses from Lucia's bed as she banged her head on the headboard.
Lily Evans closed her eyes, her dark red hair spread out slightly on her downy pillow. When Lily's eyes were open they would be a bright, sparkling green. The skin on her face was pretty clear and fair, except for a few freckles, which came naturally with such fair skin. When Lily stood she would be about five feet ten inches; tall for a sixteen-year-old.
Lucia was the complete opposite of Lily. She looked as Hispanic as her name was: dark hair and eyes, kind of tanned skin, short and slightly stocky. She was pretty in her own way, with a certain kind of grace about her that Lily would never be able to achieve.
As sleep came like a warm blanket over Lily, her last thoughts were about her friends. She had a lot: Lucia Mandarino, Molly O'Reilly, Laura Arthur, Hope Schafter.about all the Gryffindor girls and some boys from other houses. Most people thought it was odd that Lily wasn't friendly with many of the Gryffindor boys, but there was only one boy who wasn't a Marauder.
What's a Marauder? Most people ask this question when they first hear the word. The Marauders were James Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, and Peter Pettigrew. They called themselves "the Marauders" and were some of the biggest pranksters (and prats, in Lily's opinion) in Hogwarts history. She also thought they were the most annoying and arrogant people on the face of the planet. The only exception was Lupin, whom she pretty much trusted. Lupin was always absorbed in a book and was the least rowdy and stupid of the four.
"Yes.he's a nice boy.." she murmured in her sleep as dreams finally came to her.
Lily walked down a corridor on the seventh floor of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Looking around her, she thought she knew the passageway well but the portraits on the wall were different. Instead of a tiny knight with a fat dappled pony there was a giant chess piece, with a key next to it and some bottles and a club. She continued to wander until she came to the end of the hall. She had reached a dead end and the only painting on the wall was a new portrait( one of her and James Potter. He had his arm around her shoulders and she was looking up rather adoringly at him, her hand holding his. They were sitting on the ground and next to them was a basinet with a little baby in it.
Lily jerked awake. Sun hit her face and temporarily blinded her.
"Ah!" she cried out softly in pain. Rubbing her forehead, she climbed out of bed and opened the door leading down to the common room. It was empty except for the Marauders. The minute she came onto the steps Sirius burst out laughing at her hair, which was madly askew, and puffy eyes.
"Oh, shut it, Black," she said groggily.
"What? Did Ickle Evvykins have a bad dweam?" he whined, acting like he was talking to a two-year-old.
"Didn't I tell you to shut it?"
"Who was it about?"
"Go away."
She plopped down on a couch and took out a book, beginning to read it. Or at least, she looked like she was reading it. But her eyes weren't moving.
"Hey Evans, the book's upside-down!" James Potter called across the Common Room to her.
Lily glared at him but righted the book and really did read, although she wasn't taking in a single word. She was thinking about her dream and what it could have meant.
And why did it have to be JAMES POTTER, of all people? she thought angrily. He's the most arrogant and annoying.not man.er.THING on the face of the earth!
"Want to go down and get some breakfast, Lily?" a voice whispered in her ear.
She whirled to her side and saw James sitting next to her.
"Don't DO that, Potter. Er.why? It's only around six, probably."
"Well, no one else wants to go. Sirius would rather girl-watch and Remus is absorbed in 'Silence of the Lambs' or whatever. Ruddy Muggle book, anyway, but you're the only other person I can think of. And no one will be down there since it's so early, so no one can make fun of you or tease you."
"Er.well, when you put it that way.okay. I guess so. But no one sees this. Understood?" Lily said, getting up.
"All right." James replied, rising as well and opening the portrait hole for her.
"Er.thanks," she said awkwardly, not used to this kind attention.
"I heard you mumbling in your sleep last night," James told her. "What were you dreaming about?"
"Oh.uh, it was nothing." Lily exclaimed hastily, looking away and not wanting to tell James she had had a dream that they were sitting in the grass with their child.
"You were practically shrieking. It wasn't nothing."
"Oh.well.fine. I had a dream I was looking at all these paintings and I found one of the two of us.you had your arm around my shoulders and I was holding your hand. And.in the grass next to us.there was a basinet with a little baby in it. Our baby." Lily finished by looking at the ground with flushed cheeks.
James cracked a wide grin. "So you had a dream that someday you'll be in love with me? And that was OUR little baby thing in the grass?"
"Yes."
"Is it ever going to happen?"
"No.probably not.well, I don't think so."
"Want to make it?"
"JAMES POTTER!!" she bellowed. "YOU ARE THE MOST.MOST."
"Handsome, charming, and sexy man you have ever met?"
"NO!!! THE MOST ARROGANT LITTLE FREAK ON THE FACE OF THE PLANET!! YOU'RE A BUFFOON MOST OF THE TIME, AND THEN WHEN YOU'RE FINALLY NORMAL YOU RUIN IT! I WILL NEVER LOVE YOU! Now, if you'll excuse me, I probably WON'T be having breakfast with you." Lily finished coolly.
"Wait.Lily, I." he said softly, but she had already turned and disappeared around the corner.
"Hard luck.again.just when you were making progress." Sirius said, as James turned to face him, trying to look unfazed.
"Oh well.I mean, she's just a girl, right?"
"Prongs, old boy, I can see the heartbreak on your face. You need a new approach, my dear.come on, we'll go work on it."
Sirius grabbed James' shoulders and steered him off towards an empty classroom, talking all the while.
Well, what did you think? REVIEW, REVIEW, REVIEW pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease! I really want to continue with this story and would like your input.or just saying 'Hi,".you know. Sorry if it was a little short, but it's 11:22 and I'm REALLY tired. Nighty night..
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Lots of love, ~*Rena*~
We Wish You a Happy Christmas
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The Story of Lily Evans and James Potter
Disclaimer: All original characters (i.e. anyone you recognize) belong to J.K. Rowling, the true crafty craftsman of the universe. However, the characters you DO NOT RECOGNIZE belong to me. I also own the plot. Don't touch it.
Author's Note: Hi everyone out there! This is my first FanFic on this account, and my first ever past fic. I might make some errors and stuff as I write, so feel free to email me (silentwarrior4244@yahoo.com) with your corrections. I also hope for reviews.and just drop me a line if you want to talk. Now, I won't bore you any longer.I'll start off with the story!
"Erlack! Really, Lucia, I don't know how you do it."
Lily Evans was propped up on one elbow, lying in bed and facing her best friend, Lucia Mandarino, who was recounting her latest snogging session with her boyfriend and in the bed next to hers.
"It's easy.although the tongues tickle at first. Really, Lil, you need a boyfriend!" Lucia said. She was reclining back on her pillows looking at the underside of the high canopy over her bed.
"And just who would I go out with?" Lily said, rolling her eyes and flopping back onto her bed.
"Uh.well."
"DON'T SAY IT!!!" Lily hissed. "I DON'T WANT TO KNOW." And with that she drew her hangings shut rather hard and pulled the covers up to her chin, hearing an outcry of "OUCH!" and some curses from Lucia's bed as she banged her head on the headboard.
Lily Evans closed her eyes, her dark red hair spread out slightly on her downy pillow. When Lily's eyes were open they would be a bright, sparkling green. The skin on her face was pretty clear and fair, except for a few freckles, which came naturally with such fair skin. When Lily stood she would be about five feet ten inches; tall for a sixteen-year-old.
Lucia was the complete opposite of Lily. She looked as Hispanic as her name was: dark hair and eyes, kind of tanned skin, short and slightly stocky. She was pretty in her own way, with a certain kind of grace about her that Lily would never be able to achieve.
As sleep came like a warm blanket over Lily, her last thoughts were about her friends. She had a lot: Lucia Mandarino, Molly O'Reilly, Laura Arthur, Hope Schafter.about all the Gryffindor girls and some boys from other houses. Most people thought it was odd that Lily wasn't friendly with many of the Gryffindor boys, but there was only one boy who wasn't a Marauder.
What's a Marauder? Most people ask this question when they first hear the word. The Marauders were James Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, and Peter Pettigrew. They called themselves "the Marauders" and were some of the biggest pranksters (and prats, in Lily's opinion) in Hogwarts history. She also thought they were the most annoying and arrogant people on the face of the planet. The only exception was Lupin, whom she pretty much trusted. Lupin was always absorbed in a book and was the least rowdy and stupid of the four.
"Yes.he's a nice boy.." she murmured in her sleep as dreams finally came to her.
Lily walked down a corridor on the seventh floor of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Looking around her, she thought she knew the passageway well but the portraits on the wall were different. Instead of a tiny knight with a fat dappled pony there was a giant chess piece, with a key next to it and some bottles and a club. She continued to wander until she came to the end of the hall. She had reached a dead end and the only painting on the wall was a new portrait( one of her and James Potter. He had his arm around her shoulders and she was looking up rather adoringly at him, her hand holding his. They were sitting on the ground and next to them was a basinet with a little baby in it.
Lily jerked awake. Sun hit her face and temporarily blinded her.
"Ah!" she cried out softly in pain. Rubbing her forehead, she climbed out of bed and opened the door leading down to the common room. It was empty except for the Marauders. The minute she came onto the steps Sirius burst out laughing at her hair, which was madly askew, and puffy eyes.
"Oh, shut it, Black," she said groggily.
"What? Did Ickle Evvykins have a bad dweam?" he whined, acting like he was talking to a two-year-old.
"Didn't I tell you to shut it?"
"Who was it about?"
"Go away."
She plopped down on a couch and took out a book, beginning to read it. Or at least, she looked like she was reading it. But her eyes weren't moving.
"Hey Evans, the book's upside-down!" James Potter called across the Common Room to her.
Lily glared at him but righted the book and really did read, although she wasn't taking in a single word. She was thinking about her dream and what it could have meant.
And why did it have to be JAMES POTTER, of all people? she thought angrily. He's the most arrogant and annoying.not man.er.THING on the face of the earth!
"Want to go down and get some breakfast, Lily?" a voice whispered in her ear.
She whirled to her side and saw James sitting next to her.
"Don't DO that, Potter. Er.why? It's only around six, probably."
"Well, no one else wants to go. Sirius would rather girl-watch and Remus is absorbed in 'Silence of the Lambs' or whatever. Ruddy Muggle book, anyway, but you're the only other person I can think of. And no one will be down there since it's so early, so no one can make fun of you or tease you."
"Er.well, when you put it that way.okay. I guess so. But no one sees this. Understood?" Lily said, getting up.
"All right." James replied, rising as well and opening the portrait hole for her.
"Er.thanks," she said awkwardly, not used to this kind attention.
"I heard you mumbling in your sleep last night," James told her. "What were you dreaming about?"
"Oh.uh, it was nothing." Lily exclaimed hastily, looking away and not wanting to tell James she had had a dream that they were sitting in the grass with their child.
"You were practically shrieking. It wasn't nothing."
"Oh.well.fine. I had a dream I was looking at all these paintings and I found one of the two of us.you had your arm around my shoulders and I was holding your hand. And.in the grass next to us.there was a basinet with a little baby in it. Our baby." Lily finished by looking at the ground with flushed cheeks.
James cracked a wide grin. "So you had a dream that someday you'll be in love with me? And that was OUR little baby thing in the grass?"
"Yes."
"Is it ever going to happen?"
"No.probably not.well, I don't think so."
"Want to make it?"
"JAMES POTTER!!" she bellowed. "YOU ARE THE MOST.MOST."
"Handsome, charming, and sexy man you have ever met?"
"NO!!! THE MOST ARROGANT LITTLE FREAK ON THE FACE OF THE PLANET!! YOU'RE A BUFFOON MOST OF THE TIME, AND THEN WHEN YOU'RE FINALLY NORMAL YOU RUIN IT! I WILL NEVER LOVE YOU! Now, if you'll excuse me, I probably WON'T be having breakfast with you." Lily finished coolly.
"Wait.Lily, I." he said softly, but she had already turned and disappeared around the corner.
"Hard luck.again.just when you were making progress." Sirius said, as James turned to face him, trying to look unfazed.
"Oh well.I mean, she's just a girl, right?"
"Prongs, old boy, I can see the heartbreak on your face. You need a new approach, my dear.come on, we'll go work on it."
Sirius grabbed James' shoulders and steered him off towards an empty classroom, talking all the while.
Well, what did you think? REVIEW, REVIEW, REVIEW pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease! I really want to continue with this story and would like your input.or just saying 'Hi,".you know. Sorry if it was a little short, but it's 11:22 and I'm REALLY tired. Nighty night..
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Lots of love, ~*Rena*~
