On Random Notes of Parchment
Chapter 4: Curses!
A/N: Lily's Christmas is a lot like mine. I'm not Christian; I'm Hindu so I made her kind of non-religious. I hope it doesn't offend anyone. I'm not against Christianity or anything. I just have no idea what a Christmas service would be like.
Rating for this chapter: R. Lily's got quite a tongue, you know.
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The the feelin' that
I feel is so good
He makes me feel so in la-la-la-la-love
If he only knew what he does to me
My man, my man, my baby
Oh he makes me feel so lovely, so sexy
I'm so in la-la-la-la-love
Destiny's Child, Eight Days of Christmas
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I went home for Christmas that year, just like I always do. I can't imagine not being with my family at Christmastime. The whole way back I sang a little song to myself. James likes me and I like him, we're so happy, happy from limb to limb. It was a bit stupid, but it rhymed.
I don't know if you can quite understand the feeling of ecstasy coursing through my veins, but it was definitely there. More so…it was almost Christmas! I love Christmastime. It's not the presents. I could care less about them. It's my family. I love my family.
Every year, my aunt, uncle, their two daughters, and my cousin in law come over. So does my dad and my uncle's best friend. He's practically my uncle, too. Our family is…crazy would be the appropriate word. It's insane and hysterical. Plus, my cousins are completely awesome. Unfortunately, this story isn't about them, is it? It's about James and me, and the people at Hogwarts.
So, we'll drop the subject of my extremely odd family (of which I am the oddest; don't let my calmness here fool you), and suffice it to say that I had an extremely enjoyable Christmas break. Then I got back to school. Hell may be an appropriate word.
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Life is hard
Life is stress
Life is such a pain in the ass
Saturday night, I'm not dressed how can I go on
I hate my life
I hate my life
Your life's so bad they're gonna take it take it all away
Complain, complain life sucks anyway
It, it's all so hard let them take it all away
Why the competition
Why stress to death
Be happy with what you have
Most have so much less
I hope some day we realize how good it really is
Yeah, I may hate my life at times but I always try to live
Youth Brigade, I Hate My Life
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It started the very first day of school, as soon as I got back. Goofing off with my friends, I leaned up and over the table to put something in Morgan's hair…paper, I think it was. In doing so, my butt was high in the air. So, of course, the wonderful James Potter had to yell out "Ugh! God, Evans, no one wants to see that!" and everyone who heard (save my friends) had to laugh at me.
Little things like that didn't matter much by themselves, but they added up. One day, I was walking to Herbology, admiring the snow fresh on the ground. All of a sudden, I was showered with snow. "Potter! What the fuck is wrong with you?! Asshole!" I said, as Maddie cast the drying spell on me. I had assumed that was it for the rest of the day. I was wrong. As we left Herbology, I felt snowballs attacking my back. Every time I turned around, there was no one there. But I knew, I knew it must have been James. Worst yet, we had History of Magic next, and Binns wouldn't have noticed my predicament if the snowballs where smacking him in the face…not that they could. So, I was forced to wait until after that to see Flitwick about getting the Modified Levitating/Locomotor Charm they used off of me.
James Potter was part of the Marauders, the leader of the coolest gang in school. The guys in our year turned against me. The girls rarely ever spoke rudely or unkindly to (not about, they did a lot of talking about me, none of it good) but often had parties in which the whole year but Maddie and I were invited. Things were spiraling down hill very fast.
By March, I had given up. The last straw was my beads. My favorite Uncle Eddie lived in America. He sent me some Mardi Gras beads, and I loved them. I had them tied loosely to my bag, and I was forever taking them off to play with them. I had gotten up to throw something away and Martin had tripped me. Using what I had in my hands (the beads) I whipped him. But I had forgotten. Martin was the seeker for the Gryffindor team, and a good one at that. He caught the beads out of the air and it became a horrible came of keep away. It was when James Potter had them that I finally caught on. "Game over, Potter. I caught them, they're mine. I won," I said, silently adding a for once.
"No you didn't," he said. He gave a gigantic pull and they snapped, broken. So I was I. I just couldn't take it anymore. Why? Why did everybody hate me?! What was wrong with them! What was wrong with me? I ran out of the room. I hated it. I hated school. I hated life. I hated the fact I had to face everyone in school for another week until Easter hols. I hated the fact I would have to see my sister again soon. I hated everything. But I loved my friends.
They were the ones that found me in the back of the library. They made me laugh. I loved them to pieces, as I told them that day. They gave me advice. "Don't let them get to you, Lils. They're not worth it." "James wants you Lily. He's mad you didn't want him."
"But I did want him," I protested.
"Why would you want him? Look at what he did to you! If you want mine – our- advice, keep on going. Don't let them see your pain. You're Lily Evans. You're cool. You're invincible." "Of course she is. She's friends with us isn't she?"
So I didn't. I laughed, I smiled. I was nice to the bitches that made fun of my hair. I flirted with guys in the year above me. I put effort into my appearance every day. I got good grades. I visited Hagrid. I grew. I ate junk food. I gossiped. I was a completely normal eleven-year-old. Completely normal, except when I cried myself to sleep at night.
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I feel so bad for Lily. Yes, I pity my own characters. And myself. I have horrible hair. So, I got myself depressed when I wrote the hair line. Crap monkies! Well, let's read the reviews, shall we? Ego boost, that's it.
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The author would like to thank:
SaM: Thanks a bundle!
Lil lily: A lesson I have yet to learn. Woe is me. Anyway, thanks for the compliment. It really meant a lot to me. I try to think back to that age, what we would have said or done.
Trina Casey: I actually did that once. GAH! Of course Sirius is a good singer. How can he not be? ::Sniffles:: Order of the Phoenix!
Nicola: Short and sweet…just like me! Okay, maybe short and bitter/cynical. Moving on, Thanks for the compliment. The style for this story is VERY different then how I normally write. I was so worried about it!