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Chapter 2:

James Potter,

We are pleased to inform you that a match has been made. Please send us a letter to pass on to your soul mate.

Thank you for your business, The Matthew brothers

James sat at his desk unsure of what to write. "This is stupid," he said crumpling the letter. He sat, bored, waiting for Sirius to get out of bed and gave it another try. He confessed how stupid he was, and told them enough for the first letter. He was skeptical of telling the person who he was. The embarrassment and teasing from his friends would be unbearable if they ratted him out. Sending the letter back to "the brothers", he remained anonymous.

OOOOOOOOO

It was only three days into the summer holiday, and already Lily missed everything. She missed magic, Hogwarts and her friends. Every summer it seemed she had to go through this. Suddenly a large, tawny owl appeared at her windowsill dropping a letter, enclosed in think parchment. Opening the black waxen seal she withdrew a letter addressed to herself, accompanied by another letter. She read the first, puzzled.

Lily Evans,

We are pleased to inform you that a match has been made. Enclosed is the first letter from your soul mate.

Thank you for your business, The Matthew Brothers

So that's what Marlee meant! "Great present Lee," she mumbled. Who would want to be involved by someone stupid enough to do this thing anyway? She wondered. Opening the letter, she fully intended to reply, saying she wasn't interested. Curious she read the letter anyway.

Dear Pen Pal,

Or should I say soul mate? Ha-ha. I really can't believe I am actually doing this, I mean its not really my thing. I kind of took a joke literally from my friend, and I guess it wouldn't hurt to make a new friend this summer. Anyways, I guess I'm just a normal wizard. I'm a pretty good student, third in my year, and I'm on my house team for Quidditch. I've got the best friends I could ask for, and sane parents... well as sane as parents get. So anyway, I was thinking we could keep this anonymous to make it a little more fun and all. I would like to get to know you a little so write me as soon as you can.

Looking forward to hearing from you, your pen pal

Lily thought more about how bored she was this summer, and how nice this guy seemed. "Maybe it wouldn't hurt to make a new friend," she thought. Biting her lip she pulled out her quill and some parchment, but first fed the owl, hoping it would stay to take her letter.

Dear "Soul Mate,"

I can't believe I am doing this either. My friend sent the survey in for me for the birthday present actually, and although I planned to break this off, I guess you are right. It can't hurt to make a new friend. I guess I am also a normal witch, although I don't like to think so. I've got you beat at academics at first in my year, but I can't ride a broomstick for anything. Who knows? Maybe you could teach me someday. All I know is I did not do well in first year, and so have stayed as far away from broom sticks as I can! Although I don't miss broomsticks, I'm missing Hogwarts and magic more than you know. I am a muggle-born witch, so magic isn't exactly part of my summer. I'm not sure what else to write so how about we play 20 questions? I'll start by ending my letter with a question and my answer, and then you do the same thing. Well here is the biggest question EVERYONE needs to know... what is your favorite color? Hehe, mine is yellow. Write back soon, your pen pal

Reading it over and silently commenting on how stupid she sounded, she placed it afterward in an envelope addressed to The Matthew Brothers. After sending it off with the owl, she quickly regretted it. I can have a little fun, right?

OOOOOOOOO

James hid behind the small wall, paintball clasped in his hand. He crept up the wall, seeing Sirius beginning to creep closer to him, heading towards another small wall. This was his opportunity. He whipped the ball, which hit Sirius' shoulder, splattering blue paint everywhere. "AHHH," Sirius screamed running towards James, paintball ready to throw. He looked like a madman, wearing a white jumpsuit that was spotted with paint and goggles. James was so glad the two of them discovered this muggle place, just a 10-minute walk from Godric's Hollow.

Sirius chased James as he ran across the yard, feeling the balls hitting his back in rapid succession. Laughing uncontrollable he somersaulted behind a wall and began to retaliate. Hitting Sirius twice before he found refuge also. The speaker buzzed, telling them their half hour was done. The two friends shook hands, and Sirius put his arm around James as they headed to the changing rooms. "Prongs, Do you know what I think would help that messy hair of yours?" Sirius asked as he pressed a yellow paintball to his head, which exploded, covering the black hair the Potter's was famous for.

"Wha-!" Mrs. Potter exclaimed speechless as the boys walked in. James had gotten Sirius back on the way home. Sirius was covered in mud, while James had yellow paint throughout his hair, and mud pallets over his shoulders and backs. Mr. Potter doubled over in laughter as he ate a sandwich at the kitchen table. Mrs. Potter looked at him, lips pursed and then turned to James with her hands on her hips. "I guess it's to the shower then," James mumbled. "Oh no you don't" she replied with a smile and turned to his father, whispering in his ear. He stood up, brushing crumbs off his pants. "Well then boys, follow me." James and Sirius looked at each other, and cautiously followed, Mrs. Potter taking up the rear.

He led them to the back yard and took out his wand, facing them, his wife soon next to them. "Why should you two have all the fun?" He asked smiling. "Fluvious" he cried in unison with his wife as water shot out of their wands pointed to the boys. James covered his head, but Sirius ahh-ed, turning around in circles. The two parents laughed and soon pointed the wands at each other also, as James noticed a large, tawny owl coming towards the house, and dropped an envelope in his hands addressed to James Potter. He quickly shoved the envelope in his pant pocket, but Sirius snatched it from him. James went to jump at him but slipped on the wet grass and Sirius ripped open the envelope, eyes scanning the letter.

"You actually signed up for that!" He exclaimed, laughing. "Dear Soul Mate," he mimicked. "I'm really am this stupid, I'm just making up a lame excuse so that you don't think I'm not. But I'm really smart I promise I'm actually first in my year and smart enough not to get on a broomstick which I'm going to poison your mind against..."

"OK already" James interrupted grabbing the letter. He read it while walking back to the house, dripping wet, as Sirius followed, still using the high- pitched voice. Finally he stopped laughing and looked over his shoulder. "Well at least her favorite color is yellow and not pink, like every other girl at school." He grabbed and apple and tossed another to James. "Don't tell me you're really gonna reply?"

"Why not? Get a new friend, maybe a girlfriend."

"You're kidding me?"

"What are you making a big deal about this for?"

"What if she's hideous? What if she's lying about all this?"

"Oh my God, You think her favorite color is really... pink?!"

"No I'm serious man."

"You? Serious? Come on Sirius."

"Ha-ha very funny."

OOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Dear Pen Pal,

My favorite color has got to be green. What's up? How is your summer going? Mine is going pretty well. So you say your muggle- born? That's really cool, I've been hanging out at a muggle place lately. Ever heard or paintball? It's really a smashing time. So tell me about your summer. Write back!

Oh yeah, so are you wearing socks? I am

Lily had just gotten up, when she found the envelope sitting on her pillow. The July sun poured through the open windows, and the light breeze played at her red hair. "Lily Renee Evans! Get out of bed already! Do you think just because you're out of that excuse for a school you can sleep all-"Petunia entered her room, not expecting to find Lily already awake. She grabbed the alarm "Sleep all day Petunia? It's only 8:30!"

"Yes, and mom left for treatments... twenty minutes ago. I'm due at work in a half hour and there is a list of chores for you downstairs. Mum and Dad will be home at 5, have a nice day."

Lily donned a dressing gown over her nightgown and a pair of slippers on her feet, a reminder to give herself a pedicure later. She wished she were up when Mum left to say goodbye and good luck. Upon hearing the front door close, she skipped down the stairs and found the list. She dropped her mouth, groaning at the chores that would fill the day. She poured herself a cup of coffee and headed back upstairs. She changed into an old pair of jeans that were cut off just a couple inches above the knee and a snug white tank top. She threw water on her face and her hair in a lousy French braid, not bothering to do much else. She removed the vacuum from the closet and was dragging it to the living room, when her doorbell rang.