Yes! It's the long long long long awaited brand spankin new third chapter!
Disclaimer is in the first chapter.
A week after the last described escapade, Sirius and his fellow marauders were tinkering and snickering in the Gryffindor Common Room over a mysterious plot. Unbeknownst to our heroine, Lily Evans, they were not just gabbing over new names for their beloved Severus Snape, but were actually contemplating the best way to pull of a prank the very next day.
The group had an odd look about them. Remus was missing from the party. Good-hearted Remus was never the one to become excited over the losses of his fellow students. At the same time, juvenile and mischievous, not to mention foolhardy, James and Sirius were taking command of the opportunity, inserting every possible low shot and stab directed at Severus behind his back. What stuck out, though, was the timid Peter, with his follower attitude and quivering lip. His home life hadn't been exactly pleasant, leading him to believe that he had never really had a place there and making the marauders a sort of untraditional home for him. Sometimes James and Sirius were cruel to him and treated him like he was just some tag-along.
Then in a flash of auburn, came the only person who had ever treated Peter, frankly as Peter. It was, of course, the young Lily Evans. He gazed longingly at that soft and shimmering hair of hers, those striking eyes, that pale but smooth and iridescent skin.
Peter knew that he was never the only one who admired this beauty. He had seen the revealing way James had watched her during class and the way his hand twitched with nervousness in her presence. Never, just never though, could he feel as deeply for her as he did, or at least that's what Peter thought.
Lily glanced at the boys, not taking much heed to their conniving. Instead, she merely flopped down on an archaic and worn in couch, before curling up and drifting off to sleep. The cozy fire that the house elves had prepared glowed magnificently on her skin and enlivened her already stunning hair.
Lily's mind drifted into the deepest corners of it's subconscious. Something was nagging her, something unforeseen. A misty vision appeared in her mind. She was swimming, surrounded by water on all sides. There was not a solid object in sight, besides herself. She kept going though, always swimming. The very fear of letting go kept her afloat. A ledge appeared. Finally, her persistence had paid off. She grasped the corner of the ledge and attempted to pull up, but as soon as she tried to escape, the ledge became impossible to hold and she fell into oblivion again. Again and again she tried to climb up. The ledge was even more exhausting and discouraging than the water itself. Every last bit of energy was sucked from her body, even her soul was void of energy. At last, she gave up. She stopped the struggle, the kicking, the frantic grasping for the ledge and just drifted down. She fell away from it all, but the more she fell the more it surrounded her. She was just diving deeper and deeper into the turbulent sea. There seemed to be no hope of salvation from this prison, but then a hand reached down to her. It was strong and seemed to have a glow surrounding it. It gripped her arm and gently pulled her to the surface, she was practically floating to the surface, lifted on the wings of this angel. It soared her onto the very ledge that before had frustrated her so, but now she stood on top of it. The radiant hand became attached to an equally radiant arm and body, but this very radiance made it near impossible to see. Lily squinted and tilted her head as the creature took her into it's arms. She could begin to see the facial features, the glow was fading. It was a man, a young man, about her age, she knew it. In one last flash, the glow disappeared.
With the glow however, Lily's vision left and she awoke from her slumber to find that it was already nine-thirty in the morning. The common room looked so vast when it was empty.
"Wait.empty?" she thought, putting the dream into the back of her mind. "Everyone must be in class already," she exclaimed outside her mind this time. She rocketed off from the alluring red velour couch and, without changing, rushed out of the common room wearing the same robes she had worn the day before and without so much as a glimpse into a mirror. She was never one to obsess over her appearance anyways.
The hallways seemed especially slippery today, perhaps because Lily was soaring down the corridors at a rather unsafe speed. Various portraits called out to her, but it was in vain. She didn't have time to pay attention to the rambling nonsense of long since forgotten subjects. She sliced around a bend towards her first class, History of Magic. The halls were so lonely. The patter of her feet echoed through the castle, not that Lily would notice anyways. She had never been late for class, and she had never slept in before. She was beginning to slip, not in the hallways or on the staircases, but in her studies. She was no longer the perfect student with the indescribably high standards and ideals, but normal. Normal was almost an ungraspable concept for her.
Some velvety green mass suddenly exploded in front of her eyes, interrupting her thoughts. She was thrown back a few feet, but for once kept her balance. The collision had been with one of her younger teachers, Professor McGonnagall.
"Oh dear, Miss Evans, you're going to have to be more careful when you roam these halls. What are you doing up so early anyways? Most students are still snoozing in their beds at this hour," said the chatty Professor. In the years to come, her chattiness would develop into a sharp tongue and an aptitude for scolding young delinquents . Sharp brown hues scanned Lily, wondering where she could be going that so important.
"But, Professor, why would everyone still be asleep? Is it some so-" It clicked in Lily's mind. Saturday, that's what it was. "Oh bugger, sorry professor seems I'm suffering from short term memory loss. I'll be getting back to the common room now."
"You do that. Miss Evans," she muttered before scurrying off in the opposite direction.
"Good God Lily, you are daft. Saturday! Of course." she sighed exasperatedly at herself.
Upon her return to the portrait covering the Gryffindor Common Room, she whispered to the pleasantly plump woman in front of her, "Boggart's wart." Then slipped into the common room through the open portal.
"Well, what a present surprise. Hello, Tiger Lily. Sneaking off in the wee hours of the morning are we?"
Lily was facing the portrait, closing the door when this voice rang out from behind her. She didn't need to turn to identify it. There was only ever one person who called her and, amazingly enough, got away with it, that name.
"James, why must you stalk me? I have to admit your devotion is flattering, but it's also a bit.disturbing," she said casually. Her arm had dropped to her side, but she did not face her "stalker" until she finished her sentence. Her eyes landed on James, sitting so confidently on the couch in front of the fire, his head and upper body facing her and a spark of playful teasing in his eye.
"Come on, Evans, you know if I ever did stalk you, you would be smirking the entire time."
"You're especially boastful today. Whatever happened to the humble boy who need tutoring for Potions?" Lily stepped forward cautiously towards him.
"He came up with a smashing plan."
Lily stopped mid-step and apprehensively raised her eyebrows.
"James Potter, what are you plotting?"
A group of giggly third year girls came downstairs, not even noticing their presence.
"Monika, Thomas totally likes you! Didn't you see him blush?"
The girl who was, assumingly, Monika was doing a bit of blushing herself, while the other two young teens let out yet another obnoxious giggle.
"Nevermind.I'm off to breakfast, see you later James," she muttered. "Hopefully, later is when you finally learn not to be such an idiot at times."
James opened is mouth, ready with another retort, but she was gone before he could get out a single syllable.
The rest of the day at Hogwarts passed uneventfully. Then, about an hour before dinner, a peculiar sound could be heard echoing through the hallowed halls. The sound was coming ever closer. It grew louder to the ears of the dining students, until, after a few minutes and much gossiping on the part of the pupils, the intriguing sound finally became defined.
It was similar, identical actually, to the quacking of ducks. Several tables of girls giggled at the thought that maybe someone had turned their headmaster into a mallard, but they soon were corrected. In strode Severus Snape with a small flock of ducks streaming behind him. Instantly, there came an uproar that could be heard throughout the school. Almost every student present at that moment roared with laughter, turning Severus's already perturbed face into a mess of a wrinkled brow and severely blushed cheeks.
One of the roguish little mallards hopped up onto Ravenclaw table and exclaimed in a clear tone, "Ugly." Another duck followed suit, this time saying, "Git." and they went back and forth like this for several excruciating minutes for Severus, and several delightful minutes for the crowd.
"Why did I have to get hungry and decide to come to the most crowded place in all of Hogwarts? Why do I always do this to myself?" he thought to himself. He just stood there, petrified.
Eventually, the two original ducks stepped down and two more flopped on to the table, uttering a song with the simple lyrics of "Snivelly" and "kins."
This broke Severus's trance. Her darted to te entrance, but ended up running right into an enormous tapestry covering the entire portal. Weaved into the tapestry were the words, "Greasy Snivellykins." Severus switched his eyes over to the other portal where another tapestry proclaimed, "Needs a shower."
Severus only had time to mumble these words to himself before a glob of floral fragranced shampoo smacked down onto his head followed by a sprinkle of ice cold water, still in a state of shock, Severus got down and lifted up the tapestry the best he could and slid under. He raced to the nearest boys' bathroom and used a charm to seal the door behind him. There he finally let his emotions go. Tears flooded from his eyes, turning him into a sight quite similar to the renowned Moaning Myrtle, who at that time was only a few years dead.
Back at the Great Hall, Lily had witnessed everything and was scanning the Gryffindor table viciously for the culprits. There they were, at the very end of the table, congratulating each other on a prank well done.
She stormed over and in an overly enraged tone blurted out, "Sirius Black and James Potter don't either one of you ever think of speaking a word to me again! And, James, if you think that doesn't mean that you're on your own for potions, well then I'll let you know that I'd rather pay a visit to the deep of the Forbidden Forest than help improve your grades. You'd probably just use what I taught you to give Severus boils or something." She spoke so rapidly she barely had time to breath. "You two are so infuriating!" She whipped around, leaving behind her a snorting Sirius and a very lonely looking James.
"Well, that's it Lily," she told herself, "the last few people in the school you could actually get along with are gone. But who bloody needs those insolent jerks anyways.a few more years and I'll be gone from this forsaken school forever."
All the while she was mumbling to herself, she was trudging outside in the snow and brisk morning air. She slumped down into the crisp snow against a corner in the castle wall and glared angrily up at the heavens wondering why she was stuck in the body of a sixteen year old when she felt that she had a much older soul than that of her peers.
A tear leaked from her eye and strolled down her cheek that was now flushed with red from the cold winter. She could survive this way, somehow she would. Friends were so overrated and the boys in her school were far too juvenile to have a serious relationship. Lily would live as a loner for the rest of her years here, or at least until the rest of the school caught up with her.
Woo! New chapter three is done! Aren't the chapter lengths a lot better than before???? Ok well I'll be working on the fourth chapter soon, probably right after I finish the second chapter for Cocoa Puffs: The Sirius Black Story (Formerly titled Sex drugs and cocoa puffs even though it doesn't include any of the first two. ) Remember, cookies for all reviewers! XD ok so anyways, when I was first writing this chapter I really didn't like it but I changed a lot and I think it's a bit better now, but don't be afraid to flame me, trust me I can take it and I know I can improve a lot with my writing. But this chapter just renewed my interest in this story so I'll probably be writing a lot more frequently, well that is until I get back into that mood, you know? Wait.I'm babbling.just review ok????
A week after the last described escapade, Sirius and his fellow marauders were tinkering and snickering in the Gryffindor Common Room over a mysterious plot. Unbeknownst to our heroine, Lily Evans, they were not just gabbing over new names for their beloved Severus Snape, but were actually contemplating the best way to pull of a prank the very next day.
The group had an odd look about them. Remus was missing from the party. Good-hearted Remus was never the one to become excited over the losses of his fellow students. At the same time, juvenile and mischievous, not to mention foolhardy, James and Sirius were taking command of the opportunity, inserting every possible low shot and stab directed at Severus behind his back. What stuck out, though, was the timid Peter, with his follower attitude and quivering lip. His home life hadn't been exactly pleasant, leading him to believe that he had never really had a place there and making the marauders a sort of untraditional home for him. Sometimes James and Sirius were cruel to him and treated him like he was just some tag-along.
Then in a flash of auburn, came the only person who had ever treated Peter, frankly as Peter. It was, of course, the young Lily Evans. He gazed longingly at that soft and shimmering hair of hers, those striking eyes, that pale but smooth and iridescent skin.
Peter knew that he was never the only one who admired this beauty. He had seen the revealing way James had watched her during class and the way his hand twitched with nervousness in her presence. Never, just never though, could he feel as deeply for her as he did, or at least that's what Peter thought.
Lily glanced at the boys, not taking much heed to their conniving. Instead, she merely flopped down on an archaic and worn in couch, before curling up and drifting off to sleep. The cozy fire that the house elves had prepared glowed magnificently on her skin and enlivened her already stunning hair.
Lily's mind drifted into the deepest corners of it's subconscious. Something was nagging her, something unforeseen. A misty vision appeared in her mind. She was swimming, surrounded by water on all sides. There was not a solid object in sight, besides herself. She kept going though, always swimming. The very fear of letting go kept her afloat. A ledge appeared. Finally, her persistence had paid off. She grasped the corner of the ledge and attempted to pull up, but as soon as she tried to escape, the ledge became impossible to hold and she fell into oblivion again. Again and again she tried to climb up. The ledge was even more exhausting and discouraging than the water itself. Every last bit of energy was sucked from her body, even her soul was void of energy. At last, she gave up. She stopped the struggle, the kicking, the frantic grasping for the ledge and just drifted down. She fell away from it all, but the more she fell the more it surrounded her. She was just diving deeper and deeper into the turbulent sea. There seemed to be no hope of salvation from this prison, but then a hand reached down to her. It was strong and seemed to have a glow surrounding it. It gripped her arm and gently pulled her to the surface, she was practically floating to the surface, lifted on the wings of this angel. It soared her onto the very ledge that before had frustrated her so, but now she stood on top of it. The radiant hand became attached to an equally radiant arm and body, but this very radiance made it near impossible to see. Lily squinted and tilted her head as the creature took her into it's arms. She could begin to see the facial features, the glow was fading. It was a man, a young man, about her age, she knew it. In one last flash, the glow disappeared.
With the glow however, Lily's vision left and she awoke from her slumber to find that it was already nine-thirty in the morning. The common room looked so vast when it was empty.
"Wait.empty?" she thought, putting the dream into the back of her mind. "Everyone must be in class already," she exclaimed outside her mind this time. She rocketed off from the alluring red velour couch and, without changing, rushed out of the common room wearing the same robes she had worn the day before and without so much as a glimpse into a mirror. She was never one to obsess over her appearance anyways.
The hallways seemed especially slippery today, perhaps because Lily was soaring down the corridors at a rather unsafe speed. Various portraits called out to her, but it was in vain. She didn't have time to pay attention to the rambling nonsense of long since forgotten subjects. She sliced around a bend towards her first class, History of Magic. The halls were so lonely. The patter of her feet echoed through the castle, not that Lily would notice anyways. She had never been late for class, and she had never slept in before. She was beginning to slip, not in the hallways or on the staircases, but in her studies. She was no longer the perfect student with the indescribably high standards and ideals, but normal. Normal was almost an ungraspable concept for her.
Some velvety green mass suddenly exploded in front of her eyes, interrupting her thoughts. She was thrown back a few feet, but for once kept her balance. The collision had been with one of her younger teachers, Professor McGonnagall.
"Oh dear, Miss Evans, you're going to have to be more careful when you roam these halls. What are you doing up so early anyways? Most students are still snoozing in their beds at this hour," said the chatty Professor. In the years to come, her chattiness would develop into a sharp tongue and an aptitude for scolding young delinquents . Sharp brown hues scanned Lily, wondering where she could be going that so important.
"But, Professor, why would everyone still be asleep? Is it some so-" It clicked in Lily's mind. Saturday, that's what it was. "Oh bugger, sorry professor seems I'm suffering from short term memory loss. I'll be getting back to the common room now."
"You do that. Miss Evans," she muttered before scurrying off in the opposite direction.
"Good God Lily, you are daft. Saturday! Of course." she sighed exasperatedly at herself.
Upon her return to the portrait covering the Gryffindor Common Room, she whispered to the pleasantly plump woman in front of her, "Boggart's wart." Then slipped into the common room through the open portal.
"Well, what a present surprise. Hello, Tiger Lily. Sneaking off in the wee hours of the morning are we?"
Lily was facing the portrait, closing the door when this voice rang out from behind her. She didn't need to turn to identify it. There was only ever one person who called her and, amazingly enough, got away with it, that name.
"James, why must you stalk me? I have to admit your devotion is flattering, but it's also a bit.disturbing," she said casually. Her arm had dropped to her side, but she did not face her "stalker" until she finished her sentence. Her eyes landed on James, sitting so confidently on the couch in front of the fire, his head and upper body facing her and a spark of playful teasing in his eye.
"Come on, Evans, you know if I ever did stalk you, you would be smirking the entire time."
"You're especially boastful today. Whatever happened to the humble boy who need tutoring for Potions?" Lily stepped forward cautiously towards him.
"He came up with a smashing plan."
Lily stopped mid-step and apprehensively raised her eyebrows.
"James Potter, what are you plotting?"
A group of giggly third year girls came downstairs, not even noticing their presence.
"Monika, Thomas totally likes you! Didn't you see him blush?"
The girl who was, assumingly, Monika was doing a bit of blushing herself, while the other two young teens let out yet another obnoxious giggle.
"Nevermind.I'm off to breakfast, see you later James," she muttered. "Hopefully, later is when you finally learn not to be such an idiot at times."
James opened is mouth, ready with another retort, but she was gone before he could get out a single syllable.
The rest of the day at Hogwarts passed uneventfully. Then, about an hour before dinner, a peculiar sound could be heard echoing through the hallowed halls. The sound was coming ever closer. It grew louder to the ears of the dining students, until, after a few minutes and much gossiping on the part of the pupils, the intriguing sound finally became defined.
It was similar, identical actually, to the quacking of ducks. Several tables of girls giggled at the thought that maybe someone had turned their headmaster into a mallard, but they soon were corrected. In strode Severus Snape with a small flock of ducks streaming behind him. Instantly, there came an uproar that could be heard throughout the school. Almost every student present at that moment roared with laughter, turning Severus's already perturbed face into a mess of a wrinkled brow and severely blushed cheeks.
One of the roguish little mallards hopped up onto Ravenclaw table and exclaimed in a clear tone, "Ugly." Another duck followed suit, this time saying, "Git." and they went back and forth like this for several excruciating minutes for Severus, and several delightful minutes for the crowd.
"Why did I have to get hungry and decide to come to the most crowded place in all of Hogwarts? Why do I always do this to myself?" he thought to himself. He just stood there, petrified.
Eventually, the two original ducks stepped down and two more flopped on to the table, uttering a song with the simple lyrics of "Snivelly" and "kins."
This broke Severus's trance. Her darted to te entrance, but ended up running right into an enormous tapestry covering the entire portal. Weaved into the tapestry were the words, "Greasy Snivellykins." Severus switched his eyes over to the other portal where another tapestry proclaimed, "Needs a shower."
Severus only had time to mumble these words to himself before a glob of floral fragranced shampoo smacked down onto his head followed by a sprinkle of ice cold water, still in a state of shock, Severus got down and lifted up the tapestry the best he could and slid under. He raced to the nearest boys' bathroom and used a charm to seal the door behind him. There he finally let his emotions go. Tears flooded from his eyes, turning him into a sight quite similar to the renowned Moaning Myrtle, who at that time was only a few years dead.
Back at the Great Hall, Lily had witnessed everything and was scanning the Gryffindor table viciously for the culprits. There they were, at the very end of the table, congratulating each other on a prank well done.
She stormed over and in an overly enraged tone blurted out, "Sirius Black and James Potter don't either one of you ever think of speaking a word to me again! And, James, if you think that doesn't mean that you're on your own for potions, well then I'll let you know that I'd rather pay a visit to the deep of the Forbidden Forest than help improve your grades. You'd probably just use what I taught you to give Severus boils or something." She spoke so rapidly she barely had time to breath. "You two are so infuriating!" She whipped around, leaving behind her a snorting Sirius and a very lonely looking James.
"Well, that's it Lily," she told herself, "the last few people in the school you could actually get along with are gone. But who bloody needs those insolent jerks anyways.a few more years and I'll be gone from this forsaken school forever."
All the while she was mumbling to herself, she was trudging outside in the snow and brisk morning air. She slumped down into the crisp snow against a corner in the castle wall and glared angrily up at the heavens wondering why she was stuck in the body of a sixteen year old when she felt that she had a much older soul than that of her peers.
A tear leaked from her eye and strolled down her cheek that was now flushed with red from the cold winter. She could survive this way, somehow she would. Friends were so overrated and the boys in her school were far too juvenile to have a serious relationship. Lily would live as a loner for the rest of her years here, or at least until the rest of the school caught up with her.
Woo! New chapter three is done! Aren't the chapter lengths a lot better than before???? Ok well I'll be working on the fourth chapter soon, probably right after I finish the second chapter for Cocoa Puffs: The Sirius Black Story (Formerly titled Sex drugs and cocoa puffs even though it doesn't include any of the first two. ) Remember, cookies for all reviewers! XD ok so anyways, when I was first writing this chapter I really didn't like it but I changed a lot and I think it's a bit better now, but don't be afraid to flame me, trust me I can take it and I know I can improve a lot with my writing. But this chapter just renewed my interest in this story so I'll probably be writing a lot more frequently, well that is until I get back into that mood, you know? Wait.I'm babbling.just review ok????