Star-chan: Hello! You might know me from "Karoke!", which I'm
writing with my friend, Evil Willow. This is my first solo Harry Potter
fic, though Neko (from Karoke! Dumbledore) might turn up later. I hope not
though.
Title: Un-titled
Chapter 1: The Meeting
DISCLAIMER: Me no own Harry Potter people. Me sad. ;_;
Lily Evans walked down a busy street filled with window shoppers who often stopped to look into bakeries, thrift and antique shops, and clothing stores. The read head walked with her bright green eyes looking at the gray sidewalk, dragging her feet slightly. Once again, she had gotten a report sent home because she supposedly "did" something. This time, Kelly Schiltman's desk, the desk that was next to Lily's, was filled with profanities written in permanent ink. Normally, Kelly would have gotten the blame, but she and Lily had a...disagreement earlier and Kelly was very much a stuck-up teacher's pet and could do no wrong. According to the teacher, that is. Lily sighed. Her parents would *not* be happy. They had gotten a lot of strange reports, considering they knew that Lily didn't do those things. She was an excellent student that would never paint the teacher's desk red. Life decided to wake Lily out of her musings by slamming into a dark haired boy around her way. Lily fell, the boy didn't. Bright blue eyes glared down at her. "Watch where you're going," he said in a gruff voice. "Sorry," Lily replied, and stood. "You had better be." Lily felt a ripple of anger at the boy's superior tone of voice. She said sarcastically, "Oh, I am sooooo sorry, Your highness." "Shut up, little girl," the boy said in an angry voice. "Little! You can't be any older than me!" The boy waved his hand aside, as if dismissing the comment. He told her, again using that horrible tone of superiority, "I have better things to do than argue with a little girl like you." Before Lily could answer, the boy entered a nearby thrift store. Now steaming with anger, she stomped home, all thoughts of her report pushed back into a small corner of her mind.
James Potter saw the girl who bumped into him stomp away in a rush. 'Silly muggle' he thought, searching for his dad. He found his dad looking at a variety of old lamps with a flowered pattern and fringes on the shade. "Dad, you ready yet?" James asked. "Almost, son," Thomas Potter said. "You know how many of these things your mother has. I have to make sure it's not one she already has." Rebecca Potter, Thomas's wife and James's mother, collected lamps, a muggle item she loved since first seeing one in her Muggle Studies class at Hogwarts. James did what he did every time he had a hard time deciding something: a muggle thing called Enny, Mini, Miney, Moe. "I don't think Mum has that one, Dad," he said, pointing at the game's selection, a light green with a pink rose decoration and silver trim. "Ok, we'll take that one then," Thomas said, relieved that he could find one. "You know, Dad, you should *really* start remembering your anniversary before the day before of the actual day."
Christina and Mathew Evans had other troubles. They had been upset that Lily had done such a thing, but when they showed the words written on Kelly's desk, Lily barely knew any of them. Petunia, Lily's older sister that would bee prettier if she had larger eyes and a neck that wasn't two times the length of a normal neck, had teased her sister about having another report sent home. Lily had to be punished, even though her parents were reluctant to do so. Her punishment was to go to her room without dinner. Lily stared at her ceiling that was growing ever darker, wondering why *she* seemed to be so strange. 'I must be cursed' she decided and turned over to go to sleep.
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Star-chan: Well, I typed this up in about an hour, partly because I wanted to get a story posted. Please review. If you like it, I'll continue. So please review. Bye-bye!
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Title: Un-titled
Chapter 1: The Meeting
DISCLAIMER: Me no own Harry Potter people. Me sad. ;_;
Lily Evans walked down a busy street filled with window shoppers who often stopped to look into bakeries, thrift and antique shops, and clothing stores. The read head walked with her bright green eyes looking at the gray sidewalk, dragging her feet slightly. Once again, she had gotten a report sent home because she supposedly "did" something. This time, Kelly Schiltman's desk, the desk that was next to Lily's, was filled with profanities written in permanent ink. Normally, Kelly would have gotten the blame, but she and Lily had a...disagreement earlier and Kelly was very much a stuck-up teacher's pet and could do no wrong. According to the teacher, that is. Lily sighed. Her parents would *not* be happy. They had gotten a lot of strange reports, considering they knew that Lily didn't do those things. She was an excellent student that would never paint the teacher's desk red. Life decided to wake Lily out of her musings by slamming into a dark haired boy around her way. Lily fell, the boy didn't. Bright blue eyes glared down at her. "Watch where you're going," he said in a gruff voice. "Sorry," Lily replied, and stood. "You had better be." Lily felt a ripple of anger at the boy's superior tone of voice. She said sarcastically, "Oh, I am sooooo sorry, Your highness." "Shut up, little girl," the boy said in an angry voice. "Little! You can't be any older than me!" The boy waved his hand aside, as if dismissing the comment. He told her, again using that horrible tone of superiority, "I have better things to do than argue with a little girl like you." Before Lily could answer, the boy entered a nearby thrift store. Now steaming with anger, she stomped home, all thoughts of her report pushed back into a small corner of her mind.
James Potter saw the girl who bumped into him stomp away in a rush. 'Silly muggle' he thought, searching for his dad. He found his dad looking at a variety of old lamps with a flowered pattern and fringes on the shade. "Dad, you ready yet?" James asked. "Almost, son," Thomas Potter said. "You know how many of these things your mother has. I have to make sure it's not one she already has." Rebecca Potter, Thomas's wife and James's mother, collected lamps, a muggle item she loved since first seeing one in her Muggle Studies class at Hogwarts. James did what he did every time he had a hard time deciding something: a muggle thing called Enny, Mini, Miney, Moe. "I don't think Mum has that one, Dad," he said, pointing at the game's selection, a light green with a pink rose decoration and silver trim. "Ok, we'll take that one then," Thomas said, relieved that he could find one. "You know, Dad, you should *really* start remembering your anniversary before the day before of the actual day."
Christina and Mathew Evans had other troubles. They had been upset that Lily had done such a thing, but when they showed the words written on Kelly's desk, Lily barely knew any of them. Petunia, Lily's older sister that would bee prettier if she had larger eyes and a neck that wasn't two times the length of a normal neck, had teased her sister about having another report sent home. Lily had to be punished, even though her parents were reluctant to do so. Her punishment was to go to her room without dinner. Lily stared at her ceiling that was growing ever darker, wondering why *she* seemed to be so strange. 'I must be cursed' she decided and turned over to go to sleep.
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Star-chan: Well, I typed this up in about an hour, partly because I wanted to get a story posted. Please review. If you like it, I'll continue. So please review. Bye-bye!
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