Shadows of Fond Memories
A Short Little Fic
Discalimer: No, I'm not J. K. Rowling. So none of this stuff I going to write about belongs to me. Only thing that's mine is the plot, well most of it.
This is my third fanfiction, in "point-of-view" style. Read if you please, but I won't force you to. Oh, and please review, because I love to hear what you're thinking.
Chapter One: An Interesting Beginning
Sirius
They first met at the Grffindor Halloween Party. It was a masked affair, since we had to wear costumes. It's kind of funny how it happen really. At first Lily was hitting on me, and that was fun. Originally, I wondered if someone might've spiked her punch to make her so social. She's usually very straight-laced, if you know what I mean.
But then I realized that if anyone would go and spike the punch, it'd be me. But since I hadn't, obviously it couldn't have been spiked.
Had I spiked the damn punch, I could have called Lily and James' meeting "punch-drunk love," or something to that extent. What an amazing opportunity I missed!
I could have hung it over their heads for all eternity! Damn it!
I hung it over their heads anyway.
Well, anyway, Lily was hitting on me. That's where I was, right?
So, just to be funny, James and I switched costumes. I was great. Lily didn't suspect a thing. Neither did James, as a matter a fact. Or…at least…he didn't expect Lily to start flirting with him!
It was actually quite hilarious to watch. A baffled Batman. Hey, Remus and I were laughing. So I'm not the only one who committed the "crime." Moony was guilty too! And so was Peter! Peter was giggling like a little girl when he decided to appear after a failed attempt to chat it up with Renee Michaels. It's not my fault others don't think it's funny. Like James, who was shooting me dirty looks.
You're the one who agreed to switch costumes, mate. Get over it, already.
Lily didn't seem to notice though, and made conversation with him.
Now that I think about it, it's kind of odd how Lily and James had never met before then. I mean, they were both very much sought after in the dating world (next to me). And they were basically the prince and princess of Hogwarts (after me, the King). Plus the fact that they were in the same house. For heaven's sake, you would think their paths might have crossed a least once, but of course that's not how it happened.
Of course, they had heard about each other. I happened to talk to Lily occasionally, so James' name probably slipped out at some point. And I clearly spoke with James an awful lot. Bloody hell, I talked with James just about as many times as we played pranks on Snape.
So, James only knew Lily as the uptight prefect who loved homework (how can someone love homework!?), and was always handing out those nasty detentions.
In respects, Lily only knew James as a pompous, good-for-nothing quidditch player (her words not mine).
Okay?
Okay.
So…at the dance, James and Lily are now sitting down in two armchairs across from each other.
Suddenly, I realize that James isn't glaring at me anymore. Remus realizes this too, and turns to me. Do you know what he says?
"James has got a plan."
As if I couldn't figure that out on my own.
And, of course, I groan. Even though James' plans are blood brilliant, they are usually fairly insane (Remus' words, not mine).
So Remus, Peter, and I watched as James whispered something into Lily's ear. Then he smirked at her.
I found out later that he apparently asked her if she carried a book with her everywhere she went because she was so boring. Come'on mate! Even I wouldn't say that. And there is a lot of things I will say.
Now, the next thing Lily did, I think was "bloody brilliant," to steal Remus' words.
She looked him right in the eye, and slapped him dead across the face.
That's when I started laughing.
Did you really expect me not to?
I mean, as much as James is my friend, I had to say that that girl had guts.
James just sort of staggered back, as Lily began to yell.
"I can't believe you, Sirius!"
She thought James was me! That was definitely not good. I did not want a fiery red-head aiming punches and hexes at my head tomorrow morning the minute I stepped into the Common room. And since now that there was an audience, all the girls would take her side! The girls! I needed those girls!
I was just about to say something to defend myself when James finally spoke up. Took him long enough, don't you think?
"The name's not Sirius, it's James. Potter," he said with a grin.
Poor Lily. She looked so confused. But it sure was funny.
"Well, you're the biggest prat I ever met!" She replied, recovering her anger.
Then she turned around and stomped up the stairs to the girls dormitory. With her friends flocking behind her, of course.
"Thanks, Evans!" James called up after her, laughing.
But I could tell he was kind of miffed.
Afterward, he walked over to Remus, Peter, and I, standing near the punch bowl. He grabbed some punch, took a sip, and then glanced at us, staring at him.
"Way to go, James," Remus said sarcastically, "Now you'll be the only Potter dead before your sixteenth birthday."
James just rolled his eyes, and rubbed his cheek, as the four of us walked up to our dormitory. I chuckled to myself silently.
"Hey, all I have to say is 'Go Evans!'" I laughed. As we strolled through the door of our room.
James just glared at me and chucked his pillow at my head.