Stalker! Letters From a Bighead

Chapter 6: Lily

Written By: Penguin of Doom…doom, doom, doom…. (Echo, echo, echo…)

Disclaimer: The person who owns Harry Potter and co. has initials of JKR…mine are…um…oh, yeah, NOT JKR. Therefore, I don't own any of it.

…………………………………..Lily Marie Evans………………………………….

To: James H. Potter

From: Lily M. Evans

Date: August 9, 1977

Potter.

Look, I don't want you to read anything into this letter. Nothing. But, well, I do realize that some of what I said could be taken harshly. I'm-----sorry. I really am. I'm sorry if I was too ruthless in my last letter, I know I was inconsiderate. It's just that you tend to drive me up a wall and down again. So, before I go on, I have to say that I sincerely hope you haven't taken umbrage at my last letter. Please accept my apology.

Moving on, the issue remains. Potter, you say you like me, and you've been saying it for years. You accuse me of having a thick head when I don't acknowledge it. But Potter, you can say it all you like, but your actions speak otherwise. I don't like you, and I know I've made it clear, especially since my last, rather regrettable letter. But you persist. Potter, if you liked me as much as you say you do, you'd respect my wishes. And it's an undeniable fact that I don't want to go out with you. I just don't feel that way about you.

You're a person. I know that, and I'm sorry if I slighted you, your friends, or your family with my previous letter. I didn't mean what I said. It's just that education is one of my top priorities, and I can't understand how you can have so little interest in it. Your education will turn into your future someday, you know. But in your letter, you made it sound as if education was "a small price to pay" to get to the really important things. I have to disagree.

Potter, there are plenty of girls who are "different." It's not like I'm special here, it's just that the girls you tend to come in contact with are so shallow that you assume they're the only type. Believe me, Potter, there are plenty more like me.

You're more capable how, Potter? I've seen you at King's Cross, and you have trouble making it through one muggle train station without breaking the International Statute of Secrecy. You may be better than many at Quidditch, or Defense Against the Dark Arts, but that doesn't make you more capable. As long as you're at Hogwarts with your friends, you can be "the marauders" and wreak havoc throughout. But there's a life outside of Hogwarts, and it's there that you have trouble. There is reality, you know. And you're not the strongest or the fastest out there.

I'm sure that as soon as I owl this, I'll regret the sentence above. It's true,you know. But it's not meant to hurt, or scare you off. I just want to give you a general bit of advice: it might benefit you to remember what it's like not to be at the top of the food chain, because when the real world hits you, it'll hit you hard.

I apologize for my attitude, asyoufind it so undesirable. We all know that I live for your approval.

Look, Potter, I've read your letters, and you sound sweet. If I didn't know you, I might even like you. But I can't. Because every time I start to, I remember how you act. I remember how you cursed the trousers off that Slytherin third year, last October, when he wouldn't have had a chance to defend himself. I've seen you and your friends gang up on Snape, or any other Slytherins who happen to be around. I've seen you, Sirius, and Peter laughing at people who don't like you, making spectacles of them. Not only Slytherins, either, but others as well. And it makes me sick.

Yes, I know you'll reply saying that "they deserved it" and "they provoked you" and "it was self-defense" and other nonsense. And if I didn't know you, I might believe you. But I was there, and I've seen it. I've seen you curse people just for "existing" (that's a quote from your own lips) and I can't stomach it.

I know I said this before, but one day you'll find out what it's like to be the one being teased, or cursed, or ganged up on. Maybe then you can claim to "care" about people. Not just your friends, Potter, but people. Just plain people, whatever their house, not caring whether they're good at Quidditch, or if they can know a good bat-bogey hex. Maybe then you'll see what I mean.

Alright, I know, I'm getting worked up again. I'll try to keep that under control, but that's my general reaction to you. But I'm working on it.

Um, okay. Wow. I just reread your letter, and I have to say that you overestimate me. I'm not brilliant, beautiful, or striking. I'm just, well, and forgive the cliché in this response, but I'm just Lily Evans. And I do well in school, I stand up for what I believe in, and do care about other people. But that's just me, nothing special. (Oh, and when you say "degrade what's wrong"…I know we can all agree that I degraded you last letter. Does that mean you were wrong? Oh, alright, I'm sorry, I just had to play the devil's advocate there. Personal hobby of mine.)

I don't happen to think that you're "statuesque and rugged" (a direct quote from Lara Sylvan, that sixth year girl), but then again, I think I've made it rather clear that I don't go for your type. And before you attack me for that, I mean I don't like black hair. Blondes are better, and people who've met a comb more than just in passing. And looking up at you cranes my neck. I'm more for the quiet, studious guys.

I can't believe I just told you that.

I admit it, I was wrong. Sometimes, when you're around, and yes, even when it's just the da—the letters you sent, I just kind of lose control. I guess I'm so used to getting pranked and tricked by you that I automatically go into an offensive mode. Even if you're being sincere. I am sorry, and I hope you realize how much. I know that parts of this letter were just as judgmental as my other letter, but I hope that you realize that they were not meant to hurt. I sometimes tend to say things without processing them first.

I'm trying though, I don't know if you noticed. I tried to lighten up this letter a bit. Mel and I are coming August the 17, so I figure that you and I ought to be on speaking terms. It would make things less awkward. And more fun.

In all seriousness, though, James, you've got one chance. It's contradictory, meeting you and speaking to you through letters. I feel like I'm talking to two completely different James Potters, and I don't know which is the real one.

I suppose that what I'm suggesting a kind of—trial friendship. Just to make my visit bearable, you understand. And just to see if people really can change, to see if you've finally grown up. If this letter personality is "you," not just some fun thing you're doing this summer, then maybe we can be friends. (The operative word there being friends. I still will not go out with you.)

Apolgies,

Lily Marie Evans

PS: I've included a picture of Petunia and her fiancée, Vernon Dursley. And yes, he is as solid as the name implies. See the attached picture.

PPS: They're called fairy tales. Not tairy fales. Just for future reference.

…………..Bandaging up the Wounded Pride, and Hoping for Forgiveness………………