Ch. 1 "New Beginnings"
A tall girl with long, beautiful hair stepped out of her shiny silver sports car, which her father had bought her once he got that pay raise he deserved for the past ten years at the law firm he worked at. Still, the girl thought, better late then never. She looked down at her car admiringly, then set off for the Leaky Cauldron.
She got many stares as she set off for the busy street. She even got a wolf-whistle. A stranger looked the girl up and down, then rolled her eyes. The girl rolled her eyes, too. Jealous, she thought. The girl had never been too conceited, but it was obvious to anyone that looked that she had indeed grown up over the past year.
The girl had just finished her Easter holiday with her family at their new summer home in Ireland, where she tanned, slept, and just relaxed. She felt she needed a break, and boy did she get one. Her new summer home had three floors, a total of eleven bedrooms, twelve servants, five butlers, and their own personal chef. "Not bad," she commented once she first lay eyes on the mansion. "Could be a bit bigger, though."
She entered the Leaky Cauldron and did her best not to smile at all the stares she felt follow her. She felt she needed the attention, too. She walked up to the bar and ordered a dry martini with two olives. She felt like she could afford anything now that she was one of the richest people she knew. She took her drink, thanked the bartender, batted her eyelashes for humor, and set off through the back door. The bartender mumbled, "Wow," and didn't take his eyes off her until she was out of sight. She smirked as she closed the door. "Men," she muttered. She thanked God every day for letting her be a woman. She would much rather receive all the attention rather than being the one giving it.
The girl took out her wand and twiddled it between her fingers, staring at the brick wall that would soon be the entrance to Diagon Alley. She sighed. Great, she thought, even more men to look at me. She did her best not to smirk, but even she couldn't fool herself. She just couldn't get enough of the attention she's been getting from the opposite sex ever since she "developed". She tapped the bricks above the trash can, stood back as she watched the portal open up before her, then set off. She looked with little interest at the small shops ahead of her. First she needed to go to the bank. She felt someone hit her butt and turned around. She saw no one. She grimaced. She hated when people did that. At least they could show their faces.
Something caught her eye down an empty alley. She saw a flash of light brown hair and heard someone giggle. "Nikki?" the girl called. She saw Nicole Kay, her best friend emerge from behind a large bag of garbage, her shirt halfway off and a smile covered her entire face. "Shh!" Nicole mock-whispered. "I'm busy!" she laughed like a maniac. The girl raised an eyebrow. "Are you drunk?"
A boy emerged next to Nicole and pulled on her arm. "Come on, baby," he mumbled, apparently also drunk as he didn't seem able to correctly focus on her face. Nicole giggled again, this time very loudly and seemed unable to stop.
"Only you would ever fuck a guy next to a pile of shit, Nic," the girl muttered. She flashed the guy a smile and flipped her hair. His mouth dropped and didn't look like he was about to close it. "I'll see you on the train ride," she said to Nicole. She flashed the guy another smile and set off again, her hips swaying as she turned the corner.
She decided to skip the bank and head straight for Madame Malkin's robe store. She looked over several people's heads and saw the store. Just as she was about to approach it, someone grabbed her arm and swung her around. The girl's head knocked hard against her shoulder, and her eyes watered in pain. She blinked back the tears and looked up into the person's face. Her tears suddenly vanished, and any sign of sadness was instantly extinct. "Well, well, well," she said. "None other than the heir of the Black fortune himself. And what might I do for you today?" She flashed him a smile and tilted her chin up just a little and looked straight in his eyes.
Sirius Black looked her up and down, just as the stranger had. The girl watched intently as his jet-black hair falling neatly in place over his gray eyes. He still said nothing. "Sirius?" she said. Sirius looked up, smiled and said, "Not too shabby." He let go of her arm, winked while tipping an invisible hat, and walked away. The girl watched him walked away, complimenting him mainly in the lower backside area. The corners of her mouth turned up. Not too bad yourself, she thought as she walked into the store.
The girl walked up to the front desk and, realizing there was nobody there, ringed the bell. She tapped her fingers on the desk as she waited for someone to come. A frantic, skinny witch with her hair in a loose bun hurried out of a room with a tape measurer around her neck. New, the girl figured. "How may I help you, miss?" the woman said with a bit of a southern accent.
"Yes," the girl said, "I need some new robes."
The woman nodded her head. "And what house would you be in?"
"Gryffindor."
The woman nodded again. "Come with me." She led the girl to a back room and led her up on a small stool that was about two feet off the ground. The girl looked before her. There were three different mirrors so she could see her new robes from almost any angle. The girl instead peered in and looked at her face. She turned her head to the left slightly and looked at the mirror to her right, admiring her profile. She looked down to her long, slender legs with bleach0blonde hairs so light that she didn't have to shave. She looked at her new shoes, which cost about 80 pound notes each. She looked at her new hairstyle that accentuated perfectly with her long face and high cheek bones.
"You are a sight to see, eh?" said a voice from her right. She looked and saw that James Potter was looking at her with a grin on his face and a cocked eyebrow.
She blushed as she realized that he had caught her admiring her newly developed features. "Indeed," was the only response she could think of.
James, she realized, had a piece of black cloth draped across his back that trailed down to the floor and had his arms out to his sides. "I'm getting fitted," he explained.
"I figured that," the girl said, and smiled. She'd never really noticed how handsome he was. Her innocent smile turned into a flirtatious smirk. James noticed the flirting and smiled charmingly at her. "Hey, once we're done in here you want -"
"Here you go, miss," said the lady from the front desk as she draped a piece of black cloth identical to the one James bore on her back. She took out some pins, oblivious to the conversation of which she just interrupted. James, however didn't seem to find. He watched in amusement as the girl held up her arms as the woman pinned the sides of the cloth around her. "Wait here," she said, and she left the room.
"As if I can go anywhere," the girl mumbled. James laughed. She looked at him. "You were saying?" she asked and flipped her hair over her shoulder.
"Oh right," said James. "Anyway, I was wondering if that maybe after this we can go get an ice cream of something."
The girl's stomach raced. "Of course," she answered and flipped her hair again. There was a pause, and the girl noticed that she was getting tired of standing there, and her arms started to hurt. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other. Her arms were really starting to hurt. "Oh, for the love of -" she started to yell but at that very moment the woman entered again and started to take measurements of her. "Sorry, sorry," the woman mumbled. James bit back a laugh and waited patiently until they both had their robes.
"So," James said once they walked out of the ice cream shop with one large sundae that they were about to share. They took a table near the patio and sat down. "So?" the girl repeated. James took one of her hands. "Listen, I really like you, do you want to go steady?"
"But you barely know me," she pouted. She knew the answer was yes, she just wanted to make him suffer.
James shrugged. "I know, but I've been watching you for awhile now, and I really like you." He looked up into her eyes and his lip quivered. "Please?" he whined.
That made her laugh. "Yes," Tanya Huggins said. "Yes," she repeated. "I would love to go out with you." James smiled and leaned into kiss her. She grinned back and took on the kiss full blast.
Thirty miles away, in her little house in Surrey, Lily Evans, who was having one of the worst days of her life, was completely oblivious to the happenings of James Potter and Tanya Huggins.
I don't know if i should continue this, so you gotta tell me. Just so you know, this IS about J and L. Not Tanya.