Plot: Lily and James' story, based on the chapter Snape's worst memory from the Order of the Phoenix. Lily hates James, James likes Lily, it's all just one big problem. A few small incidents happen, and by the time the Welcoming Feast is over, the Maurders and Lily's gang are friends.
Disclaimer: Well, I know that I'd LOVE to be J.K., but I'm not, so there fore, I don't own anything Harry Potter (sadly). So most of this stuff is hers, but some is mine. Like Lily's friends. They're mine.
Okay! Lets get on with the show!
Where's the Love
By Effa Commander
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I was sitting in a compartment on the Hogwarts express on my way to my school, when two girls came in with excited looks on their faces. Samara Lemberman and Verity Silvian, were their names. Who were they? My very best friends ever since that day, exactly seven years ago. My first ride on the Hogwarts express. I remember like it happened yesterday.
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I was very scared, I mean, it was my first time on this train, heck, it was my first time on any train! Any ways, I was sitting in my own compartment, since I didn't know any one. Then, these two girls (Yep! You guessed right! Those two girls were Samara and Vi!) Ran in and locked the door, not even seeing me. They high-fived each other and sat down. Samara sat on me (and boy, let me tell you, even if she was eleven, she was no light feather!) and screamed. She jumped up again and looked at me.
"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry!" she exclaimed. I just looked at her and gave her a small smile. Hey, I was a shy little bugger, but you can't blame me, I mean, I didn't know any one! Whaddya expect!? But any ways…So, as I was saying, I looked up at her and gave a small smile.
"That's okay…at least you didn't hit me." I said in a small voice. Gosh…do you know how annoying it is to be shy? But back to my story! She just looked at me like I was crazy.
"Why would we hit you? So far, you haven't shown any violence, and even though Vi here," She pointed at Verity, "Is abusive, doesn't mean I am!" she added jokingly, but then by glancing at my face and noticing I wasn't kidding, asked, "But seriously, why would I want to hit you?" Oh, if only she knew, she'd regret ever looking at me. Or so I thought.
"Because," I started, fear creeping out of my throat enlacing with the words I was speaking. "Because I'm a mudblood." I finished.
I looked up at her face. Wanna know what I saw? I saw disgust. Uh oh, I thought, here we go again. I'm gonna get another punch. She turned and looked at Vi and asked,
"Did you just hear what she said she was?" Vi just looked at me like I was crazy. Now I was getting very scared. I mean, when that Lucius Malfoy hit me and called me a mudblood, I thought he was going to be the scariest I'd ever see anyone. Man, was I wrong. Vi nodded, and Samara looked back at me. She moved her arms and I thought she was gonna hit me like Malfoy did. But, she didn't. She placed her hands on my shoulders and shook me.
"Hello! If I ever hear you say that again, I will kill you." She and Vi were mad. Beyond mad, furious. I didn't understand why, which led me to ask. "Why? I don't even know what a-a-a you-know-what is… some boy named Lucius Malfoy asked me who my parents were. Then he found out I was a…" I paused. What was I supposed to say instead of mudblood? " A you-know-what, and he hit me." When I said that, they exchanged another look, but it was more a look of concern.
"Where'd he hit you?" Samara asked. I lifted the hair that was covering my cheek. They gasped.
"I'm gonna kill Malfoy next chance I get." Samara muttered, making it sound like a growl. Then the door burst open. Malfoy walked in with Snape, Crabbe, and Goyle, and said "Well Lemberman, here's your chance." With a smirk on his face, his arms wide open as if he were about to give some one a hug. Ha! If any one would ever wanna hug him! I pity his parents. Vi stood up and came in front of me, as if protecting me from Malfoy. Samara ran into him and knocked him off his feet. She started punching him and yelling,
"How dare you! If you ever, EVER call any one that and I find out about it, you'll wish you were never born!" Crabbe and Goyle started to lunge at her, so Vi ran to her friend and pushed to boys away from her. They were so stupid that they thought the other had hit them, so they started punching each other. Snape ran at Verity, so I jumped up and rammed him into the wall. Vi said, gasping for breath, "Thanks!" I smiled again, but then I felt a hand across my hurt cheek. When Malfoy saw me ram Snape into the wall, he cursed Samara, pushed her off himself and came after me. Crabbe and Goyle were now attempting to hit Vi, but, the smart girl she is, was winning. They couldn't even hit her! They kept missing and looking around thinking some one pushed their arms away from colliding into Samara's head. I gave Malfoy one disgusted look before I punched him. He looked at me in shock before saying,
"How dare you touch me, you filthy little mudblood!" and slapped me again. I fell, but got right back up. He was about to hit me again, when I heard a voice and Malfoy fell back words, as if he was frozen. My cheek had a bleeding scratch across it, from which I later found out was created by a ring Malfoy was wearing.
I looked towards a door and saw a boy with light brown hair standing there. He had stressful Brown eyes, and looked barely any taller than me. He had very pale skin and, I noticed, small bags underneath his eyes. Poor kid, I thought. This kid's name just so happened to be Remus Joseph Lupin. One person I would soon find out was best friends with me almost very worst enemies, (Malfoy and his gang were my worst) James Harold Potter the II, Sirius Alexander Black, and Peter Patrick Pettigrew.
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So, that's how I came to this day and age, sitting for my thirteenth time on the Hogwarts express, with my two best friends, Vi and Sammy (as they like to be known by). But, silly me. I bet you're wondering who I am. I forget to tell you.
I'm Lily Marie Evans, age seventeen, around five foot 9, thick, curly, shoulder length red hair, dazzling green eyes, and, oh yeah, a witch. Yep, you heard, or rather, read right. I'm a witch. And Hogwarts? Yeah, well, it's Hogwarts school of…guess what? Witchcraft and wizardry. And, nope, no jesting. I know. I was pretty shocked when I found out too. I'm there for my seventh and final year. Any way…as I said before, I was sitting in the last compartment with Vi and Sammy, as usual. No surprise there. Yeah, it was easy for our enemies to find us, but, what did we care? We love challenges. And one came running our way just then. Peter Pettigrew rushed into our compartment just as I was telling the girls I had to depart from them to go to the front because I'm a Head Girl. (Yes, because I'm Head Girl!::. does victory dance and starts singing I am the champion!.:: Sorry! Got a bit carried away up there^…) When little Peter comes in…sweating and looking as if he were going to faint. See now, I would have helped him, made sure he was okay, under different circumstances. But this one was a big NO-NO. This is Peter Pettigrew we are talking about! Potter's best friend!! Yeah right! Like hell I was gonna help this dweeb or any of his friends, let alone date any of them. Oh yeah, there was a funny little incident two years ago, right after our O.W.L.s where Potter actually thought I'd go out with him. Ha! Don't hold your breath!
(A/n: this next flashback part was taken from the 5th Harry Potter book, chapter 28, Snape's Worst Memory, starts page 640…only difference is it's from Lily's POV.)
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I looked up from the laughing girls around me and searched the grounds. I had heard some one clapping and was trying to find the owner. Then, I found him. It was that great rat-like prat Pettigrew. And guess who he was clapping for? None other than Potter himself. He was playing with that stupid snitch again. How pathetic! I thought. Oh, sure…you know you like him Lillian! Said my annoying conscious. Oh, I guess you're right. I mean, I love the way he always ruffles his hair so it looks like he just got done flying.
Oh crap! He's looking this way! Oh boy, that was close. Why was he looking at me though? Okay, forget about it!
So I went back to talking to the girls by me. Then, I heard a tremendous amount of laughter. I looked up again and noticed that people were in a circle around Potter, Black, and some one I couldn't quite see. The girls looked over and started laughing. "Oh, I wonder what James and Sirius are up to now?" A girl from Ravenclaw asked. "Let's go over there!" Another Ravenclaw said.
"How does my hair look? My make up?" A blonde bimbo from Hufflepuff asked. As soon as I saw who the boys were tormenting, however, I rushed over.
It was Snape. Okay okay, so I may hate him, but that doesn't give Potter and black the right to destroy him! I ran over and started yelling immediately. How could Lupin be sitting there under that tree like he was, and not even fulfill his prefect duties by telling them to stop. And I bet you my wand they were picking on Snape because either Black or Potter was bored. Now lets get back to my yelling!
"Leave him ALONE!" I yelled as loudly as I could. Potter and Black turned around and looked at me, as did everyone who was circled around them. Potter immediately ran his hand through his hair again.
"Alright Evans?" He asked me. He was speaking with maturity. I chose not to answer him and again, tell him to-
"Leave him alone," I said again, while looking at James as if I hated him, even though that was the exact opposite of what I felt towards him.
"What's he done to you?" I asked with rage in my voice.
"Well," James started. I wasn't at all surprised by his response, which was, "It's more the fact that he exists, if you know what I mean…" the people surrounding us laughed again. The only person who didn't was Lupin…he seemed to be absorbed in his book, but I could tell he wasn't really reading…he hadn't flipped the page in five minutes, and his eyes weren't even moving.
"You think you're so funny," I started, speaking with all the coldness I could muster. "But you're just an arrogant, bullying toerag, Potter. Leave him alone." He suddenly looked excited and said quickly
"I will if you go out with me Evans, Go on…Go out with me, and I'll never lay a wand on old Snivelly again." I then saw that behind him, the spell was wearing off, and Snape was going after his wand again.
"I wouldn't go out with you if it was a choice between you and the giant squid." I said in the most honey-coated, sweet voice I could. Black started to chuckle and said, "Bad luck Prongs." He then turned to look at Snape, noticed he had his wand and yelled "Oy!" but he said it a second too late. Snape took that opportunity to curse Potter. There was a big flash of light and a deep cut appeared on Potter's face. I had to fight with all my might not to go and help him. There was another flash of light and I saw Snape floating upside down. He had the most sickeningly skinny legs, and he was wearing a pair of graying (were they supposed to be gray? Eww!) Underwear.
Every one was laughing again. I started to smile, but then stopped myself. "Let him down!" I yelled, hoping against hope I wouldn't start laughing. Potter then replied with,
"Certainly." He then twitched his wand upward, and Snape fell to a heap on the ground. He jumped up with his wand out, but Black was quicker. "Locomotor Mortis!" and Snape collapsed and became stiff.
I whipped out my wand and yelled, "LEAVE HIM ALONE!" as loud as I could.
I wouldn't have been surprised if any teachers came out wondering what the ruckus was about. Potter and Black looked at my wand. Potter then looked at me and said,
"Ah, Evans, don't make me hex you."
"Take the curse off him, then!" I replied angrily. He did not know who he was messing with. Potter sighed and muttered the countersurse while looking at Snape. As he started to get to his feet, Potter said, "There you go, you're lucky Evans was here, Snivellus-"
"I don't need help from filthy little mudbloods like her!" he replied disgustedly. Ooh boy…the last time I was called a mudblood, the person ended up in the hospital wing for two weeks…that's what happens when you piss a girl off when she's PMSing. He was so dead next time. I looked at him and blinked.
"Fine," I said as coolly as I could, but I could feel a lump in my throat and my eyes begin to prickle. "I won't bother in the future. And I'd wash my pants if I were you, Snivellus." Potter looked as if he was going to kill Snape.
"Apologize to Evans!" he roared as he pointed his wand back and Snape.
"I don't want you to make him apologize," I yelled, looking at Jame- I mean…Potter. "You're as bad as he is…" he looked as if I had just said the biggest insult in the world.
"What!?" he yelled. "I'd never call you a – you-know-what!" he exclaimed. I felt that I needed to let every thing out on him. I needed to try and convince myself I wasn't falling for him, and I thought I could by telling him all his flaws, but I was really telling myself.
"You're always messing up your hair because you think it looks cool to look like you've just got off your broomstick, showing off with that stupid Snitch, walking down corridors and hexing anyone who annoys you just because you can – I'm surprised your broomstick can get off the ground with that fat head on it. You make me SICK." And with that, I turned around and ran to Gryffindor tower, tears leaking out freely now. I heard Potter behind me yell, "Evans! Hey, EVANS!" but I didn't look back.
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I looked at the girls and grinned. Peter was still looking out the glass. He didn't know we were in there. They caught on, and grinned back at me. I took a big breath and barked,
"Pettigrew! What are you doing, running around?" he jumped and turned around. When seeing us, his eyes turned the size of quaffles and he said in a squeaky little voice,
"Please…'' he started. "P-Please…I ju-just cur-cursed J-James…he's...l-looking…for me…he'd…he'd n-never loo-look in here." He said, gasping for breath. Outside I could hear Potter yelling, "Come out come out where ever you are Peter! I'm going to find you, and then make rat stew!" Along with the slamming of compartment doors. Peter gave a small squeak and looked at us pleadingly. I looked at Vi and Sammy and said, "I don't know girls, I mean, he is, after all, Potter's best friend…not to mention, a Maurder, and you we all know the Maurders have pranked us well over 50 times…and we haven't retaliated to any of them…" I said with a grin as Peter was whimpering in the corner.
"But," that did it. Peter looked as if he had just gotten the best seats at the Quidditch World Cup. "You could be useful Peter." I added as I heard black get closer.
"U-useful?" Peter asked.
"Yes Peter, useful, very, very useful." He looked at me, as if he were expecting instructions.
"Peter, if we help you escape Potter, do you promise to do the useful, 'task' I have in mind?" I asked with the sweetest voice I could. He nodded his head very fast. I grinned again and said,
"Good. Peter, your job is to tell us when the Maurders plan to prank us. We need to know what they are planning to do. We need to know when they are. We need to know how. We need to know every detail. You got that? Every single detail." Peter nodded again, and I feared his head would fall off if he didn't stop.
"But," I said. Ha! You should have seen the look on his face. Every trace of fear was etched onto his face.
"If you fail, we will curse you, and make your life a living hell." He nodded vigorously again, just as the compartment door next to us slammed shut. I told Sammy to stand up and pretend her trunk was falling, instructed Vi to stand next to her, but slightly in front, and advised Peter to hide behind them so Potter couldn't see him. As I heard him coming towards our door, I pulled it open.
"Ah, Lily-kins, Peter's in there isn't he?" Potter asked, his eyes roaming around.
"Excuse me, Potter, One, don't you dare call me Lily-kins, two, why would we hide a Maurder in here? That would be like hiding Malfoy or Snape. I think not. Now, if you'll leave my friends and excuse me, I have to be up front. In case you haven't noticed, I am Head Girl, and if I feel necessary, I can take points, and don't think I won't, I've taken points from Gryffindor plenty of times." I said, pushing him slightly with every step I took out of the compartment. He then looked at me, grinned, and, while putting his arm around me, said, "Ah, tiger Lily, you mean you wouldn't miss one of those boring meetings so you could spend time with the most handsome guy in Hogwarts?" I looked up at him and smiled what I must guess was probably the most fake smile in the world.
"Ah, Prongs," as I said that nickname, I knew he was surprised beyond surprised. NO ONE called him that, if they weren't a Maurder, of course, with out being cursed.
"You're right, I would skip a meeting for the most handsome guy in Hogwarts, but you know as well as I do that Amos Diggory graduated last year." He was so shocked he didn't even move when I took his arm off my shoulder, shut the compartment door, and gave him a small kiss on the cheek. I walked away happily, and thankful I'd never have to kiss Potter again. Well, actually, even though it was just the cheek, I wouldn't mind doing it again…WHAT AM I THINKING!? THIS IS POTTER! EEKK!!
I can't believe I just thought that. I turned around a little just in time to see Potter slowly making his way back to his compartment, his head down, while holding his cheek as if it were a prized possession. I was making my way up to the Head Girl/Boy compartment when I heard a door to my right open and felt some one put an arm around my waist and pull me in. Before I could do anything, they put their hand over my mouth so I couldn't scream, or, talk I guess. I then saw Black out of the corner of my eye. I bit his hand and he gave a muffled yell. He let go of my mouth, but not my waist, so I said,
"Black, kindly remove your hand from my waist, right now. Or I will make it impossible for there to be little Blacklettes running around your living room 10 years from now." He let go with a small laugh.
"And what may I ask is so funny?" I asked in my most stern, confused voice.
"Blacklettes." Was his only response as he tried to stop his hand from bleeding. Hey, I've got some pretty sharp teeth.
"What the hell are you Tiger Lily? A Vampire?" he asked while examining his hand with mock concern.
"Duh," I started. Hey, even though I hate him, doesn't mean I can't have a small conversation with him. I mean, this time, it wasn't even of my own free will. I guess you could say I was carried into the discussion.
"Of course I am. You didn't know that? Why do you think Goyle ended up in the Hospital wing for so long? Especially after he insulted me like he did, I thought you of all people would figure that on out!" I said with a small, stifled laugh at the look of shock on his face. That's the second person I've surprised in five minutes. Dang, I'm good at surprises! I should get an award! Ooh boy, now he was starting to piss me off.
"Are you really?" He asked excitedly, but this time he wasn't joking.
"No you dumb ass! You're almost as stupid as Potter! Now why the hell did you pull me in here? I have a meeting that I'm late for!" I whined.
"That's exactly what I want to talk about." He said, and, yet again, I was surprised to see he was being serious (Hardy har har).
"What?" I asked confused.
"You wanna talk about my meeting?"
"No, I want to ask what that was between you and James back there." He said, wiggling his eyebrows. I slapped him across the back of the head and said in my most dignified voice,
"There is most definitely nothing going on between me and James-," After hearing me call him James instead of Potter, Black went ballistic. So, he asked me,
"Oh, so it's not Potter any more, it's James? I wonder what you'd call him if you'd kissed 'im on the lips 'stead of the cheek? Maybe…Jamesie-poo? Hmmm…I wonder…I think Silly-Billy-Lily has a wittale cwush on Jamsie-poo!" that's all it took to make me furious. I slapped him as hard as I could across the face and walked out, my dignity destroyed. I slammed the door so hard the glass broke. I could hear Black's laughter as he yelled after me, "Oh my gawd, it's true! Lily Likes James! I can't wait to tell him!" At that last bit, I froze. Ooh…my…GAWD!! HE COULDN'T TELL JAMES! NO! THAT WOULD RUIN ME! I turned around and went back to his compartment. I gave him the famous "Evans' evil eye", and said in my hardest, coldest, most growl-like voice, "If you tell anyone Black, any one, and I swear, I will attempt to kill you every night for the rest of your life." And with one nod from Black (who was still laughing I might add), I stormed up to the front of the train. When I got up there, I saw Jame- Potter a little closer to the Maurder's compartment.
When I walked into the Head's compartment, I saw a grinning Remus Lupin. He was the easiest to get along with out of all the Maurders. He was actually very nice, nothing you'd expect out of a friend of Black's and Potter's.
"Hey Remus." I said in what I hoped was a calm voice. What if Black told?
"Hey. You do know you missed the meeting, right?" he asked me. I felt like laughing. Right now, that stupid meeting was the least of my worries. But, I thought, I should probably pretend to be worried. I mean, that's exactly what every one would expect. But that's only because they don't know the real me. They all think that I'm a quiet, good, little giddy schoolgirl bookworm. Okay, so maybe it's true. Well…some times it's true. Or maybe most the time…oh skip it, lets just move onwards, shall we? "Shit…was Professor McGonagall mad?" I asked with mock worry.
"Oh yeah, she was furious. So enraged that she actually snapped her wand in half and lived like a muggle." He said sarcastically, his grin fading as if it was a great loss.
"Oh shut up…I don't really care if I missed the meeting, I've got more important things on my mind right now." I replied. At that, his grin reappeared. What the heck was he smiling about?
"Like what?" he asked me. It was odd how he said it, almost as if he already knew the answer.
"It's really none of your business what's been on my mind." I said angrily. He should keep his nose in his own concerns.
"Don't you mean, who's been on your mind?" he asked innocently. Dang! He knew…but how could he have found out?
"Excuse me? I don't believe I know what you're talking about." I replied politely.
"Ooh," he started. "Well, how about I tell you what I know, and then you can enlighten me with the rest." I just stared at him, daring him to continue. He obviously didn't notice my glare, or else, of course, he didn't care, but I don't know if I'd go that far… any ways, so he continued with,
"It seems to me as if you have a thing for my best friend." He said, gleefully.
"And which one would that be?" I asked as if I had no clue what so ever as to what he was talking about.
"The one who happens to have black, messy hair, blue eyes, and glasses. He's pretty tall too." He answered. Dang, how did this kid figure this out?
"And who, may I ask, planted that crazy idea in your tiny little brain?" I asked. Gosh, this is a boring conversation.
"Why, you, of course!" he replied as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"And when, may I ask, did you hear me say that I liked Potter?"
"Ooh, when you were talking to my dear friend Padfoot." He said, with another big stupid grin plastered on his face. And it stretched larger across his face at the look of horror on mine. This guy was in here when I was talking to Black…how did he know? As if reading my mind, he added.
"We have plenty of ways to listen in on conversations." He said happily.
"So, when are ya gonna tell ol' Prongsie that you've got a little crush on him?" he asked. Ooh, that's one thing he will never wanna ask me again.
"Like I told Black, as I'm sure you know, if you tell anyone, anyone, I will attempt to kill you every night for the rest of your life." And, just to get it all cleared up, I added,
"And I won't be telling Potter I like him." Remus had a look of understanding on his face, even though it was half hid by his grin. I glared at him and sat in the corner. The rest of the train ride was quiet; we only talked when he asked the name of the book I was reading. Soon, the train pulled to a stop, and the speaker that only could be heard in our compartment said (it was McGonagall of course),
"Ms. Evans, Mr. Lupin, it is one of your many duties to check the Hogwarts express after all the students have exited. You may stay in your compartment until I call you out." We just looked at each other, then down at our bodies. We never changed into our robes.
"I get the bathroom!" I yelled. I jumped up with my robe in my hand and walked quickly to the door. (That's the nice thing about being head girl, you have a nice compartment, which is perfect compared to the others, and you have your own bathroom. Nice, eh?)
"Um, Lily?" Remus said. I turned to look at him. He looked as if he were about to burst out laughing.
"Yeah, um, don't have a heart attack Lily, I wasn't gonna fight you for the bathroom, I was actually planning on changing out here." He said. Then, he started to laugh.
"Oh," I said while smiling sheepishly.
"Then, uh…I'll just, go, um, change." I said.