Summary: What if Grindelwald had defeated Dumbledore in 1945? What if, as a result of this, the entire wizarding world was segregated and those who weren't pure of blood were seen as second class citizens? What if a witch and wizard fell in love in a world that would never leave them in peace? Would things have turned out so different? Lily/ James
Rating: R. For swearing and some dark and adult themes.
A/N; This fic is not based on, but has been greatly influenced by the novel "Noughts and Crosses" by Malorie Blackman
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Green eyed monstersLily had woken up early the morning after meeting James in library, alive with a curious energy despite having gone to bed late the night before. Giving up on sleep she decide to go and do a bit of research before the day began.
It was still dark out, and she crept catlike and silent out of the portrait hole and into the hushed corridor, which was filled with a supernatural icy blue light as dawn approached. She crept the familiar path to the Library and, whispering an unlocking spell on the door, slipped inside and settled herself at her the same isolated alcove she had sat at last night. She sighed, putting her face into her hands for a few moments, trying to collect her thoughts.
What James had told her about the current purism issue in the wizarding world had gripped her, and she found herself wanting to know more, especially as it would most defiantly directly affect her someday. Someday soon.
She had learnt from other pupils when she had first started attending Hogwarts the distinction between Whites and Greys. A White was any witch or wizard who had a last six-generations worth of pure wizard blood behind them. And a Grey was everyone else.
She had been slightly put off at the time to learn that she was pre-labelled as indistinct and grimy by the wizarding world before she had even properly entered it, but had been reassured at the opening feast when the Headmistress, Professor McGonagoll, and told the school that purist remarks, attacks and attitudes were totally unacceptable and that anyone pupil found guilty of these would face immediate expulsion. She had hardly considered the matter since and, while purist incidents were not unheard of, they were extremely rare compared to inter-house rivalry incidents, which seemed to spurt up every week.
She picked up a book titled "The Triumphs and Failures of Grindelwald the Great" and began to flick through it, pausing now and then to read sections before continuing to leaf through. She tossed it aside. It was, no doubt, a very interesting book and one she'd have to take out sometime, but it wasn't telling her what she wanted to know. She picked up another book from her pile, and then another, and then another. Becoming increasingly aware of the fact that, while all of the books covered the History of the great triumph of Grindelwald over someone called Dumbledore and then the segregation of the wizarding world from that point onwards, they were directly avoiding discussing current issues. After searching through several more books, she decided she must be looking in the wrong places and made a mental note to ask Madame Pince next time she was in here.
Not feeling like going back to the common room, Lily settled herself more comfortably in her chair and gazed out of the window, into the stony courtyard below. It was breathtaking outside. The sky was a constant frosty milk-grey disturbed only by the distant rays of the rising sun, which pierced the air like steely arrows of light. Lily had always found there to be something magical about dawn. And she didn't mean magical in the wizarding sense either.
Letting her mind wander slightly she thought back to her parting with James.
He had asked her out.
She really didn't know what to make of that. She had had a great time in his company; there was no denying that. And he was very attractive, gorgeous even. And they did get on. Why then had she not even considered him before rejecting him? She guessed it was just the prospect of a relationship with James Potter. It was too hard to fathom, they were barely even friends.
Exhausted by all the intense thinking she had done in the past hour, she heaved a huge sigh, looking once more into the still, waiting air before heading down to treat herself to a large breakfast.
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"Hey sexy," James said in a deep melodic voice as he slipped into his seat in the great hall.
"Hi,"
Natalie Markwood: current target. He flashed his heart melting lop-sided grin at her,
"So how have you been?" she asked, flipping her long hair over her shoulder
"Good, good. Just up to the usual you know. Quidditch, chilling, parties,"
"Hmmmmm yeah, it seems I haven't spoken to you much lately," she smiled seductively as she spoke, edging further along the bench so they were almost touching. He laughed to himself. They hardly ever spoke.
Only Natalie Markwood could conduct a flirtatious conversation with the James Potter without falling to pieces. She was the most popular Gryffindor in the school, and as for looks...well, lets just say she was practically a female equivalent of Sirius Black.
She was everything a guy wanted. Fair skin, long, poker straight sunlight blonde hair, baby blue eyes, candyfloss pink lips, a petite nose. She reached about 5'6, and despite being very slim she was a DD cup (well according to Sirius anyway). It was rumoured that her great-great grandma had been a veela. This was of little interest to James, the fact was she was hot.
And she was going to be his.
She should be an easy enough target. They'd slept together before...last year (or was it the beginning of this year?) and made out a good few times at various parties and clubs. They were both very popular, very good looking (if he said so himself), party animals. Ok, so she wasn't quite up to his level intellectually but that was no matter. She was perfect girlfriend material.
More like perfect make Lily see what she's missing material.
Ok, so maybe he didn't have the purest of intentions in mind. But still.....
I know, I was just thinking that. But I guess great minds think alike don't they?" again he grinned running a handful of silky butter-pat hair through his fingers attempting to make it seem unconscious. She edged closer.
Oh this was working out perfectly.
"So, how about me and you have a little get together. A reunion, if you will,"
"Sounds like fun, I guess I could try find time. Maybe. But I am very busy," Nice try, Nat you know as well as I do you're gagging for it.
"So how about we catch up in Hogsmead sometime this week?" he was smirking at her, purposefully surveying her uniform clad body approvingly.
"I'm going for a makeover this Hogsmead weekend Jamie and the next ones over a month away. We may have to find a shorter term solution....If you know what I mean," she laid her hand on the top of his thigh as she spoke.
James chuckled inwardly. He admired the nerve of this girl. Most have them would have fallen to bits by now. He leant forwards so his lips were right up against her ear.
"Oh I'm not talking about a weekend," he whispered , "I'm talking you and me baby, on the town,"
He knew it was cheesy, but he also knew it would work. And he was right. He saw Natalie try to regain her composure and try to appear totally unaffected at the same time. It was actually quite amusing to watch.
"And what makes you assume I'm not involved with someone?"
He had to stop himself snorting out loud. Yeah, like being "involved" had ever been a problem for Natalie Markwood.
Choosing to avoid the question he leant forward once more, his lips tickling her ear,
"I want you," he whispered, in his huskiest voice revelling in the shudder he felt reverberate down her spine as he spoke.
"Can't say it isn't reciprocal," she replied breathlessly. He moved away from her and smirked smugly.
They were then both distracted by the flurry of morning owls carrying post to their owners. James untied his copy of "The Daily Prophet" from his owls leg and stroked her beak with practised, almost robot like movements. He chucked his copy straight into his school bag. Now was hardly the time to be reading the paper.
"Meet me by the entrance to the Transfiguration department at 8:30 tonight," he winked and turned away, intending to go and join his friends and see how Moony was doing after his transformation last night. He had just got up, however when something nearby caught his eye.
Lily was heading over to the Gryffindor table with a couple of her girlfriends, laughing and chatting animatedly.
James felt a deep resentment burning dully in his stomach at the sight of her. He didn't like her. Not one bit. She'd rejected him. Again. When all he'd done is be nice and make an effort.
Bitch.
The more logical side of him argued that it wasn't exactly her fault, you were either attracted to someone or you weren't, and no amount of persuasion could change your mind. He knew that much from personal experience.
But he didn't want to listen to his logical side right now. His instinct told him to hurt her, cause her pain, make her jealous. Damage her as much as she had him.
She caught his eye, and even from this far away he could tell her eyes were green. She smiled at him, a gorgeous warm smile that illuminated her eyes and face, and he felt the flame of resentment flare suddenly within him. He turned back to Natalie,
"See, you soon beautiful,"
He hurriedly lent down and crushed his mouth on hers, kissing her slowly and very deliberately, with a passion he hoped appeared sincere at the very least. He was barely put of by the plasticy taste of her lip-gloss as his tongue explored her somewhat familiar mouth ruthlessly. It was at least a couple of minutes before he broke away.
And he knew Lily had been watching the entire time.
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Lily felt as though a bludger had just slammed into her stomach. She stared as James Potter, who just last night had asked her out to Hogsmead, making out with that slut Natalie Markwood for the entire world to see.
"What's up Lil?" One of her companions, Rebecca, asked concernedly.
"Nothing," she dismissed, though she kept stealing glances at the couple as she took her seat, "Nothing, it's nothing,"
"Riiiiight," Maria, her second companion, said, voice thick with sarcasm
"Well, Ok it is but I'd rather not talk about it,"
"Are you sure?"
"Yes!" she snapped, regretting her tone instantly,
"Ok...just as long as you are,"
"Yeah you know we're always here for you Lils,"
She smiled warmly at the pair of them, "thanks you guys,"
"No problemo," grinned Maria and quickly engaged in converstion with the newly arrived Clara, Dana and Nicky.
Taking a chance lily looked back at where James and Natalie had been a minute before and saw to her relief that James was no longer there and Natalie was instead chatting to three girls with blonde highlights.
Probably hysterical about the new season stock in Miss Witch thought Lily disgustedly, or perhaps they're all going to get a manicure.
She made a "hmph" sound. She was in such a good mood earlier and now, for some reason, she hated the world. Might have to do with some people going a little overboard with the PDAs.
But why do you even care? She heard her conscious ask her. So what if James Potter's snogging some bimbo? I mean, what's new?
She didn't know. She didn't seem to know anything at the moment. Everything was so god damn confusing. Especially him. Why the hell did he have to be nice to her? It just made everything worse...
And she despised Natalie, the stupid dumb bitch with her shiny blonde hair and blue eyes and stupid (fake) big boobs
"Lily! Oh My God! Look at this!" Lily was still brooding as Dana thrust a copy of The Daily Prophet under her eyes.
But what she read next took her mind clean off Natalie Markwood.
A/N: I SERIOUSLY NEED FEEDBACK!!!! I haven't enjoyed writing this fic as much as I thought I would so I'm thinking of abandoning it. I have another story planned so unless I get 10 more reviews soonish ill put it on hiatus at the very least. Bad feedback is appreciated as much as good feedback. I just need 2 know what u think and whether or not you think I should continue. JUST WRITE CONTINUE OR DON'T CONTINUE IT'LL ONLY TAKE 2 SECONDS PLZPLZPLZ!! Thank you ï