Before Lily
By: Aaliyah-Charity
A/N: Hey you guys! Here's the second chapter! Thank you for the kind reviews! Please keep them coming!
Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling totally owns 'Harry Potter'
Chapter 2: James
You went merrily on to your room and splayed out the big garment bag. The girls around you squealed in excitement as you opened it carefully. Inside it was an incandescent pure white uniform. It was to symbolize the unity of the three schools. The drum major sash to put across the drum major's chest was silver, glittered in sequins and sparkles. The shoes next to it were also coruscating and everyone was in awe of it. A girl to your left opened your shako box and in it contained a headgear that was also pure white with a silver stripe across it, with the three schools' crests. The plume that went on top of that was also lucent silver, and everyone was excited.
"Wait 'til everyone sees you in this!" one of the girls squealed.
"We're going to shake the foundations of this school!" another cried, and you guys went back downstairs for classes in an excellent mood. The girls had already bragged about your uniform to the boys, and they too were galvanized.
"The competition is in three weeks! Do you think we're going to be able to pull it off?" a mellophone first year asked.
"Of course we are," you told her, "but I think the Hogwarts branch needs to practice a little bit more on our own time. I might schedule some extra practices."
You smiled at the groans emitted from them, but you knew it was necessary.
When you went to your next class, Potions, you sat down contentedly. Nothing could ruin your good day. Nothing could touch your good mood. Nothing.
"Hey!" Sirius said loudly to you. Somehow, you felt as though your good day was going to get slashed.
"Hello," you say quietly to him. He was a very popular boy and Quidditch players aren't so nice to measly band wizards. At least not at this school.
"So, tell me, what did Professor Dippet give you earlier?" Sirius asked, hoping to get a clue as to what you had received. He didn't know how difficult you would be, so he was very careful.
"Well, Sirius, if you'd like to know, it's my drum major uniform," you say as proudly as you can. Sirius looked surprised.
'Well, that was easy,' Sirius said to himself.
"Drum major....so you play percussion?" he asked.
"Oh no," you laugh softly, "I conduct the band."
"Conduct? What?" Sirius asked, a mixed face of confusion and disgust on his handsome face.
"That means I stand in front of the band and I direct them into playing the show in time," you say, "I'm not the only one though. There are two drum majors. The other one is a nice boy from Beauxbatons."
"Oh," he said, "Are you dating anyone from this band?"
"Oh no," you say shyly, "Everyone else is either paired off or too old or too young." Why was he asking you this? This was odd.
"Are you interested in Quidditch players?" he asked, his face getting too close for your liking.
"Well, I never thought of it," you say, feeling strangely uncomfortable, "Quidditch players only like the popular people in school, since they are, and I've never been very popular, so no. I'm popular in band, but that's because I have the highest student authority, but I'm afraid that in school, I am just too shy for popularity."
He thought to himself for a moment, smirked at you, and then turned around to talk to his best friend. You were so confused after that, your alacrity gone and your head full of what might happen. You had forgotten that they were the school pranksters, and they were probably going to do something horrible to you. For a frightful moment, you were scared that they could do something to your new drum major uniform, but they couldn't be that heartless. Right?
You were so worried about it, you couldn't really concentrate on what was going on around you. If anything happened to it, not only would you get into a lot of trouble, but also the entire Triwizard Marching Band wouldn't be able to go to competitions. That would absolutely kill you!
You heard someone call your name, and you looked up to see James Potter, tall and confident, calling for you.
"Yes?" you ask, clutching your books. What would such a popular guy want with you, especially after Sirius had already interrogated you with the drum major thing?
"Would you like to have a drink with me at the next Hogsmeade trip?" he asked you, his hand scratching the back of his head. You were very startled. Could this be why Sirius was asking all of those questions to you? Could someone actually like you?
"Why, sure, I guess," you say, quite shy at the moment. You remember quite some time ago when your sister said you were so ugly you would never get a date. You were extremely beautiful, but you were also very shy.
"Okay," he smiled, all of his teeth shining, and he turned away to join his friends again. Now you very confused. And why was he so loud about asking you? Why were you thinking about this? You just figured it was because you were so inexperienced with guys that you were just nervous and paranoid.
Later on, all of your band girl friends kept squealing about how THE James Potter asked you on a date. They were all shocked that you were asked on a date, but you took no offense to it. After all, you couldn't believe it yourself. Where would this all lead to?
Lily Evans came up to you a little before bedtime, and she looked at you with pity. She was so beautiful, with the most striking red hair you had ever seen. She was someone who James would want to out with. Why you? You groaned to yourself mentally. A drum major is supposed to be confident to the point of egotism, not questioning every single good thing that happened to him or her.
"(Insert name), you know you can do much better than James Potter," she said with disgust.
"I know it's strange for a girl like me to be asked out by a guy like him," you say, unsure of what to say.
"I'm not saying that," she said, looking at your face, "It's just that James Potter is the most vile creature that ever walked this school." The way she said his name made him sound like a nasty bug who murders.
"I know," you say softly.
"I'll be here for you if he does anything remotely retarded," she said, and squeezed your arm. She gave you a small smile and left for her own dormitories.
You were so confused!
A/N: Here's another chapter! Thank you all SO much for your kind reviews! I appreciate every single one of them! Thank you! (Keep them coming lol!)
By: Aaliyah-Charity
A/N: Hey you guys! Here's the second chapter! Thank you for the kind reviews! Please keep them coming!
Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling totally owns 'Harry Potter'
Chapter 2: James
You went merrily on to your room and splayed out the big garment bag. The girls around you squealed in excitement as you opened it carefully. Inside it was an incandescent pure white uniform. It was to symbolize the unity of the three schools. The drum major sash to put across the drum major's chest was silver, glittered in sequins and sparkles. The shoes next to it were also coruscating and everyone was in awe of it. A girl to your left opened your shako box and in it contained a headgear that was also pure white with a silver stripe across it, with the three schools' crests. The plume that went on top of that was also lucent silver, and everyone was excited.
"Wait 'til everyone sees you in this!" one of the girls squealed.
"We're going to shake the foundations of this school!" another cried, and you guys went back downstairs for classes in an excellent mood. The girls had already bragged about your uniform to the boys, and they too were galvanized.
"The competition is in three weeks! Do you think we're going to be able to pull it off?" a mellophone first year asked.
"Of course we are," you told her, "but I think the Hogwarts branch needs to practice a little bit more on our own time. I might schedule some extra practices."
You smiled at the groans emitted from them, but you knew it was necessary.
When you went to your next class, Potions, you sat down contentedly. Nothing could ruin your good day. Nothing could touch your good mood. Nothing.
"Hey!" Sirius said loudly to you. Somehow, you felt as though your good day was going to get slashed.
"Hello," you say quietly to him. He was a very popular boy and Quidditch players aren't so nice to measly band wizards. At least not at this school.
"So, tell me, what did Professor Dippet give you earlier?" Sirius asked, hoping to get a clue as to what you had received. He didn't know how difficult you would be, so he was very careful.
"Well, Sirius, if you'd like to know, it's my drum major uniform," you say as proudly as you can. Sirius looked surprised.
'Well, that was easy,' Sirius said to himself.
"Drum major....so you play percussion?" he asked.
"Oh no," you laugh softly, "I conduct the band."
"Conduct? What?" Sirius asked, a mixed face of confusion and disgust on his handsome face.
"That means I stand in front of the band and I direct them into playing the show in time," you say, "I'm not the only one though. There are two drum majors. The other one is a nice boy from Beauxbatons."
"Oh," he said, "Are you dating anyone from this band?"
"Oh no," you say shyly, "Everyone else is either paired off or too old or too young." Why was he asking you this? This was odd.
"Are you interested in Quidditch players?" he asked, his face getting too close for your liking.
"Well, I never thought of it," you say, feeling strangely uncomfortable, "Quidditch players only like the popular people in school, since they are, and I've never been very popular, so no. I'm popular in band, but that's because I have the highest student authority, but I'm afraid that in school, I am just too shy for popularity."
He thought to himself for a moment, smirked at you, and then turned around to talk to his best friend. You were so confused after that, your alacrity gone and your head full of what might happen. You had forgotten that they were the school pranksters, and they were probably going to do something horrible to you. For a frightful moment, you were scared that they could do something to your new drum major uniform, but they couldn't be that heartless. Right?
You were so worried about it, you couldn't really concentrate on what was going on around you. If anything happened to it, not only would you get into a lot of trouble, but also the entire Triwizard Marching Band wouldn't be able to go to competitions. That would absolutely kill you!
You heard someone call your name, and you looked up to see James Potter, tall and confident, calling for you.
"Yes?" you ask, clutching your books. What would such a popular guy want with you, especially after Sirius had already interrogated you with the drum major thing?
"Would you like to have a drink with me at the next Hogsmeade trip?" he asked you, his hand scratching the back of his head. You were very startled. Could this be why Sirius was asking all of those questions to you? Could someone actually like you?
"Why, sure, I guess," you say, quite shy at the moment. You remember quite some time ago when your sister said you were so ugly you would never get a date. You were extremely beautiful, but you were also very shy.
"Okay," he smiled, all of his teeth shining, and he turned away to join his friends again. Now you very confused. And why was he so loud about asking you? Why were you thinking about this? You just figured it was because you were so inexperienced with guys that you were just nervous and paranoid.
Later on, all of your band girl friends kept squealing about how THE James Potter asked you on a date. They were all shocked that you were asked on a date, but you took no offense to it. After all, you couldn't believe it yourself. Where would this all lead to?
Lily Evans came up to you a little before bedtime, and she looked at you with pity. She was so beautiful, with the most striking red hair you had ever seen. She was someone who James would want to out with. Why you? You groaned to yourself mentally. A drum major is supposed to be confident to the point of egotism, not questioning every single good thing that happened to him or her.
"(Insert name), you know you can do much better than James Potter," she said with disgust.
"I know it's strange for a girl like me to be asked out by a guy like him," you say, unsure of what to say.
"I'm not saying that," she said, looking at your face, "It's just that James Potter is the most vile creature that ever walked this school." The way she said his name made him sound like a nasty bug who murders.
"I know," you say softly.
"I'll be here for you if he does anything remotely retarded," she said, and squeezed your arm. She gave you a small smile and left for her own dormitories.
You were so confused!
A/N: Here's another chapter! Thank you all SO much for your kind reviews! I appreciate every single one of them! Thank you! (Keep them coming lol!)