A/N-Hiya! Well, here's a new chappie! I really hope you like it! And thanks for the reviews!

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I started to panic. I had no idea where I was on the main streets in the first place, and now dark and scary passages surrounded me. I took a deep breath and walk down into one of the alleys. I glimpsed a dark shadow behind me. I whimpered but strode on, ignoring the dark silhouette.

I reached the end of the alley quickly, but only to find more of them. I paused for a moment, waiting for the shadow behind me to show itself. But the shadow never came. All was silent.

I shook the thought of the shadow off, forcing myself to move on. As I swept down another passageway, a grungy looking man came towards me from the opposite end. He had a black jacket on, with a dirty tan hat covering his face.

"You look mighty fine, miss," He rasped, "Are you lost from your mansion?"

"No," I snarled, "Are you lost from your garbage can?"

"Why, you little, filthy-" He started, reaching for his pocket.

I immediately regretted saying that. Me and my big mouth. The man approached me, breathing heavily, backing me into a wall. I let out a little shriek as he got closer and closer to me. I had only said one small thing.

"How dare you speak to Brent the Great like that," the man growled, pressing even nearer.

I didn't even have time to laugh at his name when, all of a sudden, the man's eyes grew wide, and his mouth went into a giant 'O'. The man fell to the ground with a heavy 'thunk'.

I stared at the man on the ground so long, confused and still frightened. I hadn't even noticed that a dark outline of a person had come beside me and was tugging on my jacket.

"Come on, Lily!" a voice said that startled me so bad that I almost wet my pants.

I turned my head to look at the black shadow that had been following me.

"How do you know my name?" I asked in a scared voice, inching away from him and the old man.

"Because I know you," the tall figure replied, tucking a long piece of wood into his black cloak.

I peered closely at the hooded person's face. I couldn't tell much in the dark, but the profile seemed familiar.

"What's your name?" I inquired.

The man chuckled, sounding quite young.

"Trust me, you'll know soon enough," he answered, turning swiftly around, "Follow me."

I looked around desperately, but ended up in having no choice but to follow him, leaving the dirt bag old man behind.

"What did you do to that guy, anyway?" I said uncertainly, hoping the answer didn't concern death.

"Stunned him." The cloaked man answered simply, "He needed to calm down."

"I don't think he ever will. He's delusional!" I said, shuddering at the thought of what he could have done to me.

The shadow guy laughed agreeably. In a few minutes, we had arrived near an ice cream stand on a large street. The sun was bright, shining down upon all the happy faces. I gave a sigh of relief as I shielded the light with my hand.

"Thank you, er, POTTER?" I yelled, surprised.

I had just turned to thank the man who had probably save my life to see him take off his hood and smile apprehensively at me.

You have to see that James Potter is just about the worst a person could get. He was arrogant, snobby, mean and egotistical. He was a major heartthrob in Hogwarts and player, breaking and mending girls' hearts. I had hated him since the first day of school, where he had humiliated a boy, Severus Snape, in front of the whole school. I hated him and his messy black hair, and his soft hazel eyes and his muscular body. I hated every part of him.

"Pot-Potter?" I said more calmly, staring into his hazel eyes that were filled with anxiety.

"Yes, Lily?" Potter replied.

"What were you doing? Following me?" I nearly shouted, gathering wandering glances from onlookers.

"I saw you go into the Alleys and figured there'd be trouble."

"And you thought it was FUNNY to scare the living daylights out of me?" I responded, louder than last time.

"Shh! Calm down! I wasn't trying to scare you!" Potter mumbled, looking at his feet.

"Just get away from me!" I shouted, twirling around on my heel, heading in the opposite direction, toward a booth marked 'Newspapers'.

I could hear Potter blow a sigh behind me and follow me carefully down the street. I still had no idea where I was going, but I pretended that I did.

"Don't you want to know where Diagon Alley is?" Potter's deep voice said behind me.

I whirled around and glared at him.

He sighed, "Straight down this road, to the left, and then to the right. You'll find it."

Potter walked away, ruffling up his black hair. I glared at his back for a few moments, and then decided to take his directions.

When I had finally arrived at Diagon Alley, there was no sight of Alvin or Talia. I went to do my errands at once.

I sank into a chair at the ice cream parlor, sore back and hands full of blisters from carrying heavy bags. I dropped the bags to the ground, ignoring the familiar sound of something breaking.

"Lily?" A deep voice bellowed from a distance.

I spun around in my seat to see Alvin and Talia grinning at me. They ran over, sitting down in the chairs across from me.

"Why didn't you come earlier?" Alvin asked at once, looking at me with concerned blue eyes.

"Well, I sorta got lost . . ." I replied sheepishly.

I told them what had happened, including that Potter had saved me from the old, delusional man. I felt like I needed a nice, giant ice cream just for telling it all over again.

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A/N-Okey dokey! I'm in the process of writing the next chappie, so I guess I'll post it next week.

I have a stupid Memorial Day "party" that my mom planned with the most annoying kids ever. AHH! I'll just, er, lock myself in my room? Yah, that'll do. So, if I don't update, then don't be too worried, I'm just probably being tortured by little kids.

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