Disclaimer: see other chapters.
Summary: Lily Evans is a goody-goody at Hogwarts, to anyone who doesn't know her. They think she's nice, innocent and sweet. Their wrong. People may think Lily has no friends in Hogwarts, and knows no-one, but they have never seen her at 'La Rave'. She usually parties all night long, but they don't know that, or do they?
a/n: paws10081: thanks. I can never get tired of you saying that!
*~*~*chapter 5 preview:
'It's no wonder she's not a virgin, anymore.' Thought James looking at Lily one more time.
~*~**~*~*chapter 6
"Lily, that's just gross." Said Billy, in disgust.
Lily, who was currently putting chocolate syrup on her cereal, looked up, startled.
"Don't knock it 'til you try it, then knock it over." Lily said, smiling.
"Whatever." Billy said although he was just to Lily not making any sense.
James watched as Lily continued to pour chocolate syrup. She had more chocolate than milk it her cereal! It was supper time, at 8:00 pm. James, and Billy had an omelet, and Lily had rice crispy squares with almost a pound of sugar, and a lot of chocolate syrup. James was grossed out, to say the least.
"Your not actually going to eat that, are you?" asked James, as Lily was putting sprinkles on it.
"Yeah, why not?" she asked, looking up from her cereal, still pouring on sprinkles.
James shook his head in disgust, as Lily put everything on her spoon and ate it. He winced.
"Is it good?" he asked.
"Yes." Lily said, spitting out cereal as she answered. "Do you want to try some?" she asked James, pushing a spoon close to his face.
"No thanks." James said, trying not to puke.
"Hey, Lily. Are you going to sing tonight?" asked Billy, trying to distract her from spilling her cereal all over James.
"I don't know." Lily said, shrugging. She had given up trying to baby feed James.
James was confused. 'Sing? Where would she sing?'
Lily laughed. "There's a club down the street that hired me to sing, awhile ago. So whenever I want to make some extra cash I just go down there and sing whatever I want. I get free drinks, too." Said Lily, reading his mind.
Lily and James started talking, and Billy just watched, amused. When Adam Potter(James' father) asked him if James could send Christmas with him he was confused. 'Why would a Potter want to be here?' he had thought, but then when Mr. Potter explained to him why, he understood. James was failing muggle studies, and knew almost nothing about them. So Adam needed someone who was muggleborn to show James how muggles live. Why had he come to Billy? Adam needed some who would not baby James, yet wouldn't force him to do anything. Most people would try to suck up to James because of who his father was, but Billy would never do that. He had too much pride to do that.
Lily was an entirely different matter. She was much harder to understand. Her mother threw "fits", as Lily had once called them. During these "fits", she would scream, throw things, and most of the time kick Lily out. Lily would go wherever she wanted, but she usually came to his home. Lily had told him once (when she was drunk) that it was because it was the only home she had ever known. That had warmed his heart, although she had hurled her breakfast all over him, afterward. Billy was the person you should go to if you don't have anywhere else, but was usually the first. He knew almost every witch/wizard in England. His house was open to anyone who needed a place to stay. He had enough money to not work ever again. He was like a salvation army, if you needed it or not.
~*~*~*~**
"Lily, hurry up, will you?" called Billy, as him and James waited for Lily to get ready for the club.
"Never rush a lady." Lily called down.
"I'm not, I'm rushing you." Billy Replied.
"Shut up." Came her faint reply.
Although Lily would never admit it, she cared what she looked like. She would take her time, until she felt her out fit was up to her standards. 'Fuck everyone else; if you like it, it's awesome. It only matters what you think, not anybody else.' Lily recalled her best friends, Marie, words. It was true, and it was what Lily went by. Marie moved away when Lily was 7, and she still missed her. They still kept in touch, by owl.
Lily looked at herself in the mirror. She had a red, flowing dress, with no straps, and put red sparkles in her red curling hair, down. She liked it. It gave her a classy, jazzy, yet sexy look. She walked down stairs, and laughed. James, was on a chair with headphones on, and was singing. Surprisingly enough his voice was not that bad. It had a jazzy, classy, yet sexy ring to it. Billy looked up, and smiled. He was wearing a baggy dark red shirt, and tight jeans. Lily went over to James, and taped him on the shoulder. He fell on the floor, startled. Lily laughed.James was wearing a tight blue, and grey shirt, and baggy brown jeans.
~*~**~*~*
The club was light orange, and had red, yellow and blue glow lights all around the place. There was a bar in the back, and a few tables on the side. There was a slow song playing, and a few couples were dancing. The music was pathetic, in Lily's opinion. What was it, Britney Spears? (A/n: sorry to anyone who likes Britney Spears, but I don't like her. "Honk if you love Britney Spears, then run your car into the nearest tree". Sorry...)Whoever it was, they sucked.
"WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?" screamed Lily to the guy behind the bar.
"Err.Music?" he asked.
"Not while I'm here. "Said Lily.
She grabbed a microphone, and went up on the bar. The music stopped, then a different beat came on.
"I'm truly sorry to anyone who likes this shit, but I got something a little different for you."
She winked at James, before she started singing.
"some days I just wanna up and call it quits
I feel like im surrounded by a wall of bricks
Everytime I go to get up, I just fall in pits
My life's likes one great big ball of sh*t
If I could just, put it all in the all I spit
Instead of always trying to swallow it
Instead of staring at this wall and sh*t
While I sit, writers block, sick of all this sh*t
Cant call it sh*t, all I know is im about to hit the wall
If I have to see another one of mom's alcoholic fits
This is it, last straw, that's all, that's it
I aint dealing with another f*ckin politic
Im like a skillet bubbling until it filters up
im about to kill it, I can feel it building up
blow this building up, I've concealed enough
my cup runneth over, I dun filled it up,
the pen explodes and busts, ink spills my guts
you think all I do is stand here and feel my nuts,
well imma show you what, you gonna feel my rush
you don't feel it, then it must be too real to touch
p, im about to tear sh*t up
goosebumps, yeah, imma make your hairs sit up
yeah sit up, imma tell you who I be
imma make you hate me, cos you aint me
you wait, it aint too late to finally see
what you closed-minded f*cks, what you blind to see
whoever finds me is gonna get a finders fee
out this world, aint no one out there mind as me
u need peace of mind? Here's a piece of mine
all I need's a line,
but sometimes I don't always find the words to rhyme
to express how Im really feeling at that time, yea
sometimes, sometimes, sometimes just sometimes, it's always me
how dark can these hallways be?
The clock strikes midnight, one, two, then half past three
This half-assed rhyme, with this half-assed piece Of paper,
im desperate at my desk
If I could just get the rest of this sh*t off my chest again
Stuck in a slum, can't think of nothing
F*ck im stuck, but wait, here comes something
Nope, not good enough, scribble it out, new pad,
drink a lid up and throw the sh*t out
im fizzling out, thought I figured it out
ball's in my court, but im scared to dribble it out
im afraid, but why am I afraid, why am I a slave to this trade?
Sign that I spit to the grave, real enough to rowl you up
Want me to flip it, I can rip it any style you want
Ima switch, hit a b*tch, jimmy smith aint a quitter
ima sit it here till i get enough of me to finally hit
a f*cking boiling point, put some oil on your joints,
flip the coin b*tch, come get destroyed,
an emcees worst dream, i make em jinx,
they hate me, see me and shake like a changling fence,
by the looks of em you would swear that jaws was comin,
by the screams of him, you would swear im sawwin someone,
by the way they running, you would swear the law was comin,
Its now or never, and tonight its all or nothing,
mama jimmy keeps leaving on us, he said hed be back,
he pinky promised, i dont think hes honest,
ill be back baby, i just gotta beat this clock
f*ck this clock, ima make them eat this watch,
dont believe me watch, ima win this race,
and ima come back and rub my sh*t in your face b*tch,
i found my nitch, you gunna hear my voice,
till ur sick of it, you aint gunna have a choice,
if I gotta scream till I have half a lung,
If I have half a chance ill grab it, Rabbit Run..." she sang. a/n: The song belongs to Eminem. Ok, I didn't do very much to this chapter but I really don't care. I like it.
Summary: Lily Evans is a goody-goody at Hogwarts, to anyone who doesn't know her. They think she's nice, innocent and sweet. Their wrong. People may think Lily has no friends in Hogwarts, and knows no-one, but they have never seen her at 'La Rave'. She usually parties all night long, but they don't know that, or do they?
a/n: paws10081: thanks. I can never get tired of you saying that!
*~*~*chapter 5 preview:
'It's no wonder she's not a virgin, anymore.' Thought James looking at Lily one more time.
~*~**~*~*chapter 6
"Lily, that's just gross." Said Billy, in disgust.
Lily, who was currently putting chocolate syrup on her cereal, looked up, startled.
"Don't knock it 'til you try it, then knock it over." Lily said, smiling.
"Whatever." Billy said although he was just to Lily not making any sense.
James watched as Lily continued to pour chocolate syrup. She had more chocolate than milk it her cereal! It was supper time, at 8:00 pm. James, and Billy had an omelet, and Lily had rice crispy squares with almost a pound of sugar, and a lot of chocolate syrup. James was grossed out, to say the least.
"Your not actually going to eat that, are you?" asked James, as Lily was putting sprinkles on it.
"Yeah, why not?" she asked, looking up from her cereal, still pouring on sprinkles.
James shook his head in disgust, as Lily put everything on her spoon and ate it. He winced.
"Is it good?" he asked.
"Yes." Lily said, spitting out cereal as she answered. "Do you want to try some?" she asked James, pushing a spoon close to his face.
"No thanks." James said, trying not to puke.
"Hey, Lily. Are you going to sing tonight?" asked Billy, trying to distract her from spilling her cereal all over James.
"I don't know." Lily said, shrugging. She had given up trying to baby feed James.
James was confused. 'Sing? Where would she sing?'
Lily laughed. "There's a club down the street that hired me to sing, awhile ago. So whenever I want to make some extra cash I just go down there and sing whatever I want. I get free drinks, too." Said Lily, reading his mind.
Lily and James started talking, and Billy just watched, amused. When Adam Potter(James' father) asked him if James could send Christmas with him he was confused. 'Why would a Potter want to be here?' he had thought, but then when Mr. Potter explained to him why, he understood. James was failing muggle studies, and knew almost nothing about them. So Adam needed someone who was muggleborn to show James how muggles live. Why had he come to Billy? Adam needed some who would not baby James, yet wouldn't force him to do anything. Most people would try to suck up to James because of who his father was, but Billy would never do that. He had too much pride to do that.
Lily was an entirely different matter. She was much harder to understand. Her mother threw "fits", as Lily had once called them. During these "fits", she would scream, throw things, and most of the time kick Lily out. Lily would go wherever she wanted, but she usually came to his home. Lily had told him once (when she was drunk) that it was because it was the only home she had ever known. That had warmed his heart, although she had hurled her breakfast all over him, afterward. Billy was the person you should go to if you don't have anywhere else, but was usually the first. He knew almost every witch/wizard in England. His house was open to anyone who needed a place to stay. He had enough money to not work ever again. He was like a salvation army, if you needed it or not.
~*~*~*~**
"Lily, hurry up, will you?" called Billy, as him and James waited for Lily to get ready for the club.
"Never rush a lady." Lily called down.
"I'm not, I'm rushing you." Billy Replied.
"Shut up." Came her faint reply.
Although Lily would never admit it, she cared what she looked like. She would take her time, until she felt her out fit was up to her standards. 'Fuck everyone else; if you like it, it's awesome. It only matters what you think, not anybody else.' Lily recalled her best friends, Marie, words. It was true, and it was what Lily went by. Marie moved away when Lily was 7, and she still missed her. They still kept in touch, by owl.
Lily looked at herself in the mirror. She had a red, flowing dress, with no straps, and put red sparkles in her red curling hair, down. She liked it. It gave her a classy, jazzy, yet sexy look. She walked down stairs, and laughed. James, was on a chair with headphones on, and was singing. Surprisingly enough his voice was not that bad. It had a jazzy, classy, yet sexy ring to it. Billy looked up, and smiled. He was wearing a baggy dark red shirt, and tight jeans. Lily went over to James, and taped him on the shoulder. He fell on the floor, startled. Lily laughed.James was wearing a tight blue, and grey shirt, and baggy brown jeans.
~*~**~*~*
The club was light orange, and had red, yellow and blue glow lights all around the place. There was a bar in the back, and a few tables on the side. There was a slow song playing, and a few couples were dancing. The music was pathetic, in Lily's opinion. What was it, Britney Spears? (A/n: sorry to anyone who likes Britney Spears, but I don't like her. "Honk if you love Britney Spears, then run your car into the nearest tree". Sorry...)Whoever it was, they sucked.
"WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?" screamed Lily to the guy behind the bar.
"Err.Music?" he asked.
"Not while I'm here. "Said Lily.
She grabbed a microphone, and went up on the bar. The music stopped, then a different beat came on.
"I'm truly sorry to anyone who likes this shit, but I got something a little different for you."
She winked at James, before she started singing.
"some days I just wanna up and call it quits
I feel like im surrounded by a wall of bricks
Everytime I go to get up, I just fall in pits
My life's likes one great big ball of sh*t
If I could just, put it all in the all I spit
Instead of always trying to swallow it
Instead of staring at this wall and sh*t
While I sit, writers block, sick of all this sh*t
Cant call it sh*t, all I know is im about to hit the wall
If I have to see another one of mom's alcoholic fits
This is it, last straw, that's all, that's it
I aint dealing with another f*ckin politic
Im like a skillet bubbling until it filters up
im about to kill it, I can feel it building up
blow this building up, I've concealed enough
my cup runneth over, I dun filled it up,
the pen explodes and busts, ink spills my guts
you think all I do is stand here and feel my nuts,
well imma show you what, you gonna feel my rush
you don't feel it, then it must be too real to touch
p, im about to tear sh*t up
goosebumps, yeah, imma make your hairs sit up
yeah sit up, imma tell you who I be
imma make you hate me, cos you aint me
you wait, it aint too late to finally see
what you closed-minded f*cks, what you blind to see
whoever finds me is gonna get a finders fee
out this world, aint no one out there mind as me
u need peace of mind? Here's a piece of mine
all I need's a line,
but sometimes I don't always find the words to rhyme
to express how Im really feeling at that time, yea
sometimes, sometimes, sometimes just sometimes, it's always me
how dark can these hallways be?
The clock strikes midnight, one, two, then half past three
This half-assed rhyme, with this half-assed piece Of paper,
im desperate at my desk
If I could just get the rest of this sh*t off my chest again
Stuck in a slum, can't think of nothing
F*ck im stuck, but wait, here comes something
Nope, not good enough, scribble it out, new pad,
drink a lid up and throw the sh*t out
im fizzling out, thought I figured it out
ball's in my court, but im scared to dribble it out
im afraid, but why am I afraid, why am I a slave to this trade?
Sign that I spit to the grave, real enough to rowl you up
Want me to flip it, I can rip it any style you want
Ima switch, hit a b*tch, jimmy smith aint a quitter
ima sit it here till i get enough of me to finally hit
a f*cking boiling point, put some oil on your joints,
flip the coin b*tch, come get destroyed,
an emcees worst dream, i make em jinx,
they hate me, see me and shake like a changling fence,
by the looks of em you would swear that jaws was comin,
by the screams of him, you would swear im sawwin someone,
by the way they running, you would swear the law was comin,
Its now or never, and tonight its all or nothing,
mama jimmy keeps leaving on us, he said hed be back,
he pinky promised, i dont think hes honest,
ill be back baby, i just gotta beat this clock
f*ck this clock, ima make them eat this watch,
dont believe me watch, ima win this race,
and ima come back and rub my sh*t in your face b*tch,
i found my nitch, you gunna hear my voice,
till ur sick of it, you aint gunna have a choice,
if I gotta scream till I have half a lung,
If I have half a chance ill grab it, Rabbit Run..." she sang. a/n: The song belongs to Eminem. Ok, I didn't do very much to this chapter but I really don't care. I like it.