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Chapter Six: An Eventful Easter

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Number 24:

The best part of my parents' house used to be the fact that Potter wasn't here. Well, that just went out the window. He's not here in person, (I'd kill myself if he ever came to my house) but he's been sending me owls everyday.

I was sitting at my desk in my room today, reading Sites of Historical History, when a heard a tapping sound on my window. A snowy owl was hovering outside with a letter in its beak. At first, I thought it was a letter from a friend, but then I remembered that none of my friends own snowy owls.

As you can probably guess, the letter was from Potter.

Dear Evans,

I hope you're having a good holiday. Life here is rather boring without you. I miss being able to glance across the classroom and see your pretty face. I would feel much less lonely if I knew that I could call you my girlfriend.

Yours always,

James Potter

"I miss being able to glance across the classroom and see your pretty face?" How cliché does he get? Merlin man! Think of some better lines that that!

I sent the owl back without a reply.

Number 25:

Can I just read my book in peace? Is that really too much to ask? Apparently.

The same owl just arrived back at window with another letter.

Dear Lily-Flower,

I'm saddened that you didn't reply to my letter. Arrow likes carrying mail. He actually gets quite upset if you don't have anything for him to carry.

I still miss you Flower. Please, please, please, please, please go out with me? It would make me really, really, really happy.

Yours always,

James Potter

Lily-Flower? Where is he getting this rubbish? I'd expect lines like that from second years.

I suppose I should send a reply so his owl (Arrow?) doesn't get in a snit.

How's this:

Potter: The answer is still no.

Good, eh?

Number 26:

I am so incredibly embarrassed. Last night, my family and I were seated around the table in our dinning room enjoying our meal when the doorbell rang. No one thought anything it, and my mum went to answer the door. We heard the door open, and then she screamed.

I mean screamed bloody murder. After all, who expects an owl to fly in and dive-bomb you the moment the door is opened?

That stupid bird flew down the hallway and found us in the dining room. Then, it swooped over the dinner table a couple of times before dropping the letter into the potatoes. Petunia, my sister, covered her face with her arms and screamed that "the monster" was going to kill her. (Seriously, now.)

I reached for the letter, but my dad got to it before I could. Of course, the letter was from James Potter and it was filled with his usual drivel.

Dad read the piece of parchment to himself, and then handed it over to my mum. She read the letter with a very amused smile and immediately wanted to know if I was seeing someone. Before I could assure her that under no circumstances would I date Potter, my dad launched into a lengthy speech about how I had not asked permission to see anyone. Furthermore, as my father, he had the right to deicide when I could start dating.

Of course, Mum had to have her say. She felt that if I wanted to start dating, I could do so, but I should choose wisely and to remember that I'm only fifteen.

I tried to assure her, as calmly as I could under the circumstances, that I was about as interested in dating Potter as I was about jumping off of Big Ben without a parachute. She didn't seem to believe me.

Petunia just had to add her two cents and say that from the contents of the letter, Potter and I seemed to be on very friendly terms with one another. We would probably end up getting married and have children who were abnormal just like me.

Mum told her to refrain from saying such things to me; they were hurtful. Then she said, and I quote, "This James seems like a very nice young man. I'm sure I'd like to meet him sometime." He's got my mum on his side. Oh bugger. My list of allies is dwindling by the day.

This is the part where I finally got to read my letter.

Dear Lily,

I'm doing fine, thanks. I hope you're having a good holiday. Personally, I can't wait to get back to Hogwarts and see you again. I can only hope that you miss me the way that I miss you.

To answer your question, I named my owl Arrow after the Silver Arrow broomstick. It was the first broomstick that I ever rode on and since Arrow is a pretty fast flyer, I thought it was fitting. I was also ten at the time.

Well, I'm sorry this letter is so short, but I have to go, my mum is calling.

Yours always,

James Potter

That git! He made it sound as though he were on friendly terms with each other. He planned that. I just know it! He's going to pay once we get back to school.

Number 27:

Yesterday, Potter sent me Easter Eggs. He has thing for holidays doesn't he?

I'll say this for Potter, he's …learning's not the right word... gaining knowledge. He guessed that I would throw them, break them, etc. and he was right.

I tried to break them by throwing them onto the pavement in front of our house, but when they hit the cement, they just bounced off. After the third egg, I decided to stop, just in case the neighbors would look out their windows and see eggs bouncing around.

I set them on the kitchen counter, which was a mistake. Petunia found them and tried to open them. Strangely enough, they opened on a magical hinge and nothing terrible (for her) happened. What was inside was the bad part. As fate would have it, the first egg she opened contained a piece of parchment with the words, "Lily and James Potter", and "James and Lily Potter" scribbled all over it.

Naturally, Petunia gave it to mum, who got all misty eyed as though I were going to marry Potter. (That's a disturbing thought) Of course, she just had to show it to dad, who was less than thrilled with the whole thing. He's now decided to send a letter to Potter's parents to ask them to please restrain their son. I'm going to die of embarrassment the next time I have to face Potter or any of his friends. But perhaps it will knock some sense into him?

On a better note, the rest of the eggs, except for one, contained Honeydukes chocolate or Bertie Botts Every Flavor Beans. The exception egg was a note from Potter asking me out. Because why not.

I kept the chocolate for myself, but left the jellybeans where Petunia found them and ate them thinking that they were real jellybeans. Revenge has never tasted so sweet.