My Message- Ahead is like Diagon Alley and a little encounter with
Lillykins and Jamesy. Hoep you like!!! Sorry I know I know this chapter has
taken agggesss but guess what—I found my inspiration!!! Argh shut up ppl
talking on msn because im devoting my time to this story! It DOES sound a
bit like the part in book 5 but somewhat different. Read ahead if you dare
lol.
Lily and her parents stepped into the dingy bar named the Leaky Cauldron, like it had said to do on the 2nd piece of parchment, underneath the list of books. It was situated in London between the many shops which Lily had only seen a few times in her short life. Everything was hard to see, a layer of dust covered everything.
"Are you sure you don't want us to come with you Lily dear?" Mrs. Evans asked timidly. Ever since Petunia had moved out that night, they had been especially nice to her, but a bit subdued on the whole proudness thing.
"I'm sure Mum," she replied. This was something she wanted to do by herself. Lily wasn't sure why. It was just all her life she had been taunted for "being a freak'. She wanted to discover people like herself and about her world by herself.
"Okay," Mr. Evans said while Mrs. Evans eyes glinted with tears. They handed her some money and wished her luck before
The bartender led her out back. There was something abut his rough appearance and dingy alley behind that made her a little bit nervous, but as the brick wall dissolved into nothing, revealing Diagon Alley and its many surprises, she forgot about everything.
James Potter sat at Florean Fortescues Ice-cream Parlour with his friend Sirius Black, going through their shopping.
"Hey James, look at this ink, it changes colour when you're right and wrong!" Sirius began to write. "James Potter is a prick…"
"Gimme that!" James snatched the quill from him and scrawled Sirius Black Iis really a woma……
Sirius and James had been friends since they were kids, even though their parents despised each other. Sirius's parents were involved deeply with the Dark Arts and James's parents were pure and fully against anything evil. Lately, a young boy, Tom Riddle had been slowly gaining power, titling himself as Lord Voldemort to his close friends, it had been rumored that he had even killed someone using the deadly Avada Kedrava curse!! Sirius's parents were eager to hear more, something of which deepened the Potters disapproval. They urged James not to associate with 'that boy' but that only made them more determined to be the best of buddies. Sirius was of course nothing like his parents but James and himself had a common love of mischief.
When the novelty of the ink had worn off, both searched hungrily for something else to do. As the tinkle of the bell indicated someone entering, they both looked up and….spotted none other than Severus Snape, alone as usual .
Severus's parents were friends of Sirius's and that was saying something. But Severus, unlike Sirius, seemed to take after his somewhat. Whenever they saw him, which was common with pure blood wizarding families, he was buried in some grotesque book of Dark Arts, his greasy hair coving his face, nose protruding the layers of it. In fact, the boys had given him the nickname Snivelly, which suited his runny nose and daggy appearance.
James and Sirius exchanged a grin.
"Hey Snivelly," James taunted. Snape spun round quickly, with a trace of a snarl, muttered Potter under his breath, glaring at James. "Why don't you come sit with us?"
Everyone in the parlour had turned to watch the situation with interest. Everyone knew James and Sirius, even though they were only first years and knew fun and mischief was always lurking around them. And everyone knew Snape and were eager to see insults shoved up his behind! Some of them were refilling drinks like this was a play or movie theatre!
"Oh no James, I'm afraid that as much as I'd like our buddy Snivelly to come join us, he just can not!" Sirius drawled. "You see I don't think Florean would be pleased to see grease marks all over his clean tablecloth."
The whole parlour erupted in laughter; a few were pointing and bellowing amusement. Snape scowled.
"You be careful Potter, Black, or I might…"
"You might what Snape," James laughed. "Attack me with your grease laden hair?" He mimed a shocked face. "Oh no! You might cast a little spell on me from one of your lil' scary bookies! That's if you could read them through the grease marks---"
While James was still taunting, he was interrupted by Snape outstretching his wand hand with a grotesquely angry face and shouting -
"Slitherio Serp--"
But now, Severus was interrupted in turn by Sirius who flicked his wand and muttered casually (but still loud enough for everyone to hear and admire)-
"Tapendo Hardencia"
Snape looked in horror at the pair for a few seconds before the spell began to work. His legs spun out of control, engrossed in a complicated pattern of tap dancing movements, some were very ridiculous. Everyone was on the floor laughing as James took control over Sirius wand and waved it about. To the left- Snape twiddled his legs to the left and to the right- Snape twinkled his toes to the right. Up down, all around. Some of the crowd was having trouble breathing from all the laughter!
Only one person was not laughing, which made her obvious to spot by James. Even Florean Fortescue was laughing! She was a fair girl with auburn hair and bright green eyes. Freckles splattered around her nose in a graceful way. She sat in the corner, away from everyone else, slowly eating her strawberry sundae and staring at the wall, seeming unaware of the commotion beside her.
James heart seemed to stop. She was so beautiful, sitting there quietly. He paused his wand waving and Snape's feet lay still for a moment. The crowds stared at him..waiting. He looked a little resentful that she wasn't paying attention but made it his mission to engross her like the rest.
James twirled his wand in a complicated movement, still glancing at the lonely girl. Snape twirled in a ballerina-like pirouette. Everyone roared laughter.
'Finally,' James thought as the girl looked upwards. Their eyes locked and James grinned at her. She did not return the smile, instead staring icily up at him. 'The girl of my dreams, and she hates me.' James sighed, flicking his wand once again. Snape turn upside down and did a handstand. His robes swung about his head.
"Potter, let me out of this and fight me like a man!" Snape forced his mouth open, which ordinarily under the spell, he would not be able to do. Everyone muttered in awe.
"Well look at that. Snape talked under Tapendo. Don't be fooled, he's not strong- its just all the grease has let Snape open his mouth." Sirius drawled and everyone stopped muttering and started laughing again. Snape's robes continued to swirl around his own face.
"LEAVE HIM ALONE!" James looked up. The lonely girl was now standing, glaring right at him, her face flushed. "Put your wand down. What did he ever do to you, you showoff. If these people weren't here then you'd be being a lot nicer to him!"
James was speechless. Is that really what she thought of him? After all first impressions did count…He decided to try harder; try to make her laugh. That'd break the ice.
"What did he ever do to me?" he laughed. "Well just look at his face! Isn't that enough?" Everyone cracked up and some were pointing at Snape's face, his long curved nose like a vulture's. "James Potter," he said extending his hand and taking hers, kissing it softly, his eyes never leaving hers.
She did not return her name but snatched her hand away from his. "Leave him alone," she muttered, once more.
"Anything for you m'lady," James half smiled. He wanted to impress her so much and this seemed to be the way to do it. With a swish of his wand, Snape fell to the ground, a limp, exhausted huddle. "Now may I be granted with the pleasure of your name?"
"And why would even you want to know it Potter?" Snape snarled, on his feet again. "A filthy Mudblood like her.I don't need help from a Mudblood."
"Fine then," Lily said coldly. "And no, you may not know my name. You two deserve each other. You're both as selfish and cruel as each other." And with that, she turned and marched out of the door, tears streaming down her face. "Me? Lily Potter? What is wrong with being a Muggle born, I don't know. If all wizarding families are as pathetic as that then I'm glad to be who I am," she said softly as the bell tinkled her exit.
James overheard. In fact, he had been listening for anything she had to say, to drink it in and to make himself worthy of her. "Lily Potter…" he whispered to himself, thinking about himself. Maybe she was right. Maybe she could make him a better person… "You will see soon that I'm not a bit like Snape. We're meant to be…You'll see on September 1st. Just wait."
Lily and her parents stepped into the dingy bar named the Leaky Cauldron, like it had said to do on the 2nd piece of parchment, underneath the list of books. It was situated in London between the many shops which Lily had only seen a few times in her short life. Everything was hard to see, a layer of dust covered everything.
"Are you sure you don't want us to come with you Lily dear?" Mrs. Evans asked timidly. Ever since Petunia had moved out that night, they had been especially nice to her, but a bit subdued on the whole proudness thing.
"I'm sure Mum," she replied. This was something she wanted to do by herself. Lily wasn't sure why. It was just all her life she had been taunted for "being a freak'. She wanted to discover people like herself and about her world by herself.
"Okay," Mr. Evans said while Mrs. Evans eyes glinted with tears. They handed her some money and wished her luck before
The bartender led her out back. There was something abut his rough appearance and dingy alley behind that made her a little bit nervous, but as the brick wall dissolved into nothing, revealing Diagon Alley and its many surprises, she forgot about everything.
James Potter sat at Florean Fortescues Ice-cream Parlour with his friend Sirius Black, going through their shopping.
"Hey James, look at this ink, it changes colour when you're right and wrong!" Sirius began to write. "James Potter is a prick…"
"Gimme that!" James snatched the quill from him and scrawled Sirius Black Iis really a woma……
Sirius and James had been friends since they were kids, even though their parents despised each other. Sirius's parents were involved deeply with the Dark Arts and James's parents were pure and fully against anything evil. Lately, a young boy, Tom Riddle had been slowly gaining power, titling himself as Lord Voldemort to his close friends, it had been rumored that he had even killed someone using the deadly Avada Kedrava curse!! Sirius's parents were eager to hear more, something of which deepened the Potters disapproval. They urged James not to associate with 'that boy' but that only made them more determined to be the best of buddies. Sirius was of course nothing like his parents but James and himself had a common love of mischief.
When the novelty of the ink had worn off, both searched hungrily for something else to do. As the tinkle of the bell indicated someone entering, they both looked up and….spotted none other than Severus Snape, alone as usual .
Severus's parents were friends of Sirius's and that was saying something. But Severus, unlike Sirius, seemed to take after his somewhat. Whenever they saw him, which was common with pure blood wizarding families, he was buried in some grotesque book of Dark Arts, his greasy hair coving his face, nose protruding the layers of it. In fact, the boys had given him the nickname Snivelly, which suited his runny nose and daggy appearance.
James and Sirius exchanged a grin.
"Hey Snivelly," James taunted. Snape spun round quickly, with a trace of a snarl, muttered Potter under his breath, glaring at James. "Why don't you come sit with us?"
Everyone in the parlour had turned to watch the situation with interest. Everyone knew James and Sirius, even though they were only first years and knew fun and mischief was always lurking around them. And everyone knew Snape and were eager to see insults shoved up his behind! Some of them were refilling drinks like this was a play or movie theatre!
"Oh no James, I'm afraid that as much as I'd like our buddy Snivelly to come join us, he just can not!" Sirius drawled. "You see I don't think Florean would be pleased to see grease marks all over his clean tablecloth."
The whole parlour erupted in laughter; a few were pointing and bellowing amusement. Snape scowled.
"You be careful Potter, Black, or I might…"
"You might what Snape," James laughed. "Attack me with your grease laden hair?" He mimed a shocked face. "Oh no! You might cast a little spell on me from one of your lil' scary bookies! That's if you could read them through the grease marks---"
While James was still taunting, he was interrupted by Snape outstretching his wand hand with a grotesquely angry face and shouting -
"Slitherio Serp--"
But now, Severus was interrupted in turn by Sirius who flicked his wand and muttered casually (but still loud enough for everyone to hear and admire)-
"Tapendo Hardencia"
Snape looked in horror at the pair for a few seconds before the spell began to work. His legs spun out of control, engrossed in a complicated pattern of tap dancing movements, some were very ridiculous. Everyone was on the floor laughing as James took control over Sirius wand and waved it about. To the left- Snape twiddled his legs to the left and to the right- Snape twinkled his toes to the right. Up down, all around. Some of the crowd was having trouble breathing from all the laughter!
Only one person was not laughing, which made her obvious to spot by James. Even Florean Fortescue was laughing! She was a fair girl with auburn hair and bright green eyes. Freckles splattered around her nose in a graceful way. She sat in the corner, away from everyone else, slowly eating her strawberry sundae and staring at the wall, seeming unaware of the commotion beside her.
James heart seemed to stop. She was so beautiful, sitting there quietly. He paused his wand waving and Snape's feet lay still for a moment. The crowds stared at him..waiting. He looked a little resentful that she wasn't paying attention but made it his mission to engross her like the rest.
James twirled his wand in a complicated movement, still glancing at the lonely girl. Snape twirled in a ballerina-like pirouette. Everyone roared laughter.
'Finally,' James thought as the girl looked upwards. Their eyes locked and James grinned at her. She did not return the smile, instead staring icily up at him. 'The girl of my dreams, and she hates me.' James sighed, flicking his wand once again. Snape turn upside down and did a handstand. His robes swung about his head.
"Potter, let me out of this and fight me like a man!" Snape forced his mouth open, which ordinarily under the spell, he would not be able to do. Everyone muttered in awe.
"Well look at that. Snape talked under Tapendo. Don't be fooled, he's not strong- its just all the grease has let Snape open his mouth." Sirius drawled and everyone stopped muttering and started laughing again. Snape's robes continued to swirl around his own face.
"LEAVE HIM ALONE!" James looked up. The lonely girl was now standing, glaring right at him, her face flushed. "Put your wand down. What did he ever do to you, you showoff. If these people weren't here then you'd be being a lot nicer to him!"
James was speechless. Is that really what she thought of him? After all first impressions did count…He decided to try harder; try to make her laugh. That'd break the ice.
"What did he ever do to me?" he laughed. "Well just look at his face! Isn't that enough?" Everyone cracked up and some were pointing at Snape's face, his long curved nose like a vulture's. "James Potter," he said extending his hand and taking hers, kissing it softly, his eyes never leaving hers.
She did not return her name but snatched her hand away from his. "Leave him alone," she muttered, once more.
"Anything for you m'lady," James half smiled. He wanted to impress her so much and this seemed to be the way to do it. With a swish of his wand, Snape fell to the ground, a limp, exhausted huddle. "Now may I be granted with the pleasure of your name?"
"And why would even you want to know it Potter?" Snape snarled, on his feet again. "A filthy Mudblood like her.I don't need help from a Mudblood."
"Fine then," Lily said coldly. "And no, you may not know my name. You two deserve each other. You're both as selfish and cruel as each other." And with that, she turned and marched out of the door, tears streaming down her face. "Me? Lily Potter? What is wrong with being a Muggle born, I don't know. If all wizarding families are as pathetic as that then I'm glad to be who I am," she said softly as the bell tinkled her exit.
James overheard. In fact, he had been listening for anything she had to say, to drink it in and to make himself worthy of her. "Lily Potter…" he whispered to himself, thinking about himself. Maybe she was right. Maybe she could make him a better person… "You will see soon that I'm not a bit like Snape. We're meant to be…You'll see on September 1st. Just wait."