A/N: Hey, guys!! This is just a little break from the story when Lily just
explains some stuff. It's really cute. Enjoy!!
Guys are a big part of every teenage girl's life. And the best example of that which I can give you is me.
I've always loved boys, but starting seventh year, I began to love them in a different way. They weren't just put on Earth for any God-given reason. They're not just there for sex. Guys (at least some of them) are people you can trust in a different way than your girlfriends. Guys can also be funnier (no names mentioned). You can depend on talking seriously with some of them (pardon the pun, especially in the way I used it) and you know they won't burst into tears.
Guys have actually shaped my life, as I look back now. Specifically, four of them: James Potter (of course), Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, and Peter Pettigrew. Let me tell you what I mean.
James Potter, obviously, was foremost. I began my life when I started dating him. My life was based on him. My life ended with him. My life WAS him. I loved James Potter so much.
James was different in the way that he could be worse than Sirius, and yet at other times, he could be the person you could tell all your secrets to and you just knew he'd understand, no questions asked. I loved that about him. Sometimes he'd skip doing homework; sometimes he wouldn't leave the couch until he finished the book he was reading, even if it meant staying up the whole night to read by wandlight. I loved that he was so unpredictable.
And, oh my god, it killed my when he tilted his head to the side to look at things. And he just kind of squinted his eyes and it made me want to jump on top of him and KILL him! Well, technically, not kill him. I'd miss him too much.
And sometimes in class he'd just randomly smile, and I knew he was thinking something funny, so I'd whisper, "What?" And he'd just look at me like, "How'd you know I was thinking something?"
And I remember how before we even started going out, he'd mess up his hair to impress me, and instead it'd piss me off. Well, we started dating and he did that again, and I would think, "No one that sexy should be allowed in public." It tortured me because he was too hott for his own good, and plus, I was scared that all the other girls would steal him.
And truly, this guy was meant to be in Gryffindor. He was absolutely to-die- for when he wore a blood-red short-sleeved polo shirt with the two top buttons undone with dark khaki cargos and tennis shoes.
Literally, my worst fear in the whole world was that I'd lose James to a slut. James was sooooo mine and only mine.
James had this way of talking, too. He'd say "arright," not "all right." He did that with lots of words. He'd just change the letters. Sometimes he'd say "tention" instead of "detention," or "kay," instead of "okay," and "bout" instead of "about." I still don't know if he did it on purpose or not, but it was sexy, so who cared?
And his sense of humor was just plain weird. Sometimes he'd be hysterically funny, and I'd be rolling around on the ground laughing; sometimes he'd say something just plain random, and I'd look at him like he was crazy.
And everytime we'd be standing there, he'd put his arm around me- just because I was his girlfriend. And he hugged my like he hadn't seen me for ten years every time he was me, even if he'd seen me five minutes before. He always had a hand I could hold and a shoulder to rest my head on.
I would always catch him looking at me in an oh-so-sexy way, and I blushed as if he were only my crush, not my boyfriend. Then he blushed because I blushed.
He told EVERYONE that I was his girlfriend, even people he didn't know. He asked my opinion before he did anything. He noticed little stuff about me that even Narcissa didn't see, like if I trimmed my hair or painted my nails a new color. And then if we were sitting on the train together or something, he'd fall asleep on my shoulder.
And all of this, plus more, made James absolutely PERFECT. And I loved him to death, literally, for it.
Now Sirius- I don't even know why his parents named him that. Even when he proposed, he couldn't keep a straight face. Whoa, getting ahead of myself. Anyway, he had a witty remark for every situation, and I mean every one. He had some great disses to deal out, too, though he was usually received more insults than he had time to say. But he shrugged them off. I've rarely seen Sirius extremely mad at anyone. Not to be biblical or anything, but he was slow to anger and full of mercy. Sirius resembled the silly side of James.
And that's pretty much a full description of Sirius. He changed me because he taught me how to be loose and take life as it hits you. Plus, he was James's best friend, so he was my best friend, too. He showed the true meaning of friendship. You can't not love Sirius.
Remus- that kid was incomprehensible. Sometimes, he was like Sirius- and that's something you have to see. Remus acting like Sirius is hilarious. He'd be this little clever kid who used his smarts for pranks. But then he'd turn into the bookworm of the century. Now he was smart, but not as much as James and Sirius. This was very unfortunate, as Remus could have put their intelligence to better use. Remus was made a prefect to keep James and Sirius in check. I need hardly say he failed abysmally. It was obvious that as much as Remus tried to be a "good boy," his naughty instincts took over. And around James and Sirius, it was impossible to be- well, serious.
Remus loved chess, but as with anything, whatever James and Sirius picked up, they did excessively well. Remus had yet to win a match against either of them. Remus was like a big brother and a problem-solver. If I was stressed, I had to find Remus. He was light-hearted enough to cheer me up, yet understanding enough to know when not to joke around. This was amazing, especially since he didn't have any siblings himself. Remus was just an overall lovable best friend. Plus, he did a big favor for James and me, but I won't get into that because it would ruin the story line. But Remus always was, and still is, here in heaven, one of my best friends.
I can't say much about Peter Pettigrew. I thought I knew him; it turned out I didn't. He always seemed odd- but innocent all the same. Wrong again. I never liked him much from the beginning. The other Maurauders obviously did, but after that first day in seventh year, things were different among them.
Before that, Peter was always the "little brother" whom they took care of. It was a given that Peter was part of their group because only Peter could take a simple concept and make it confusing. He was really and truly stupid. It was quite cute.
After they saw that Peter was unwilling to trust me, they started to separate from him. I mean, I bet they were furious that he wouldn't trust one of James's own friends. Girlfriend, to be exact. They couldn't quite understand why he would do that.
So that year, Peter officially dropped from his rank as best friend. Peter became like an acquaintance, but he'd never turn enemy to the Maurauders because he knew their secrets, and he would let any of them slip (i.e.: Maurauder's map, Animagus, etc.) because he knew they could come after him. No, he waited until he had a guarantee of personal safety before he betrayed the Maurauders and me.
The rest is history. You had to have read the Harry Potter series, and of course you know what happened, what with Voldemort and all. So, quite simply, Peter Pettigrew changed my life because--- he killed me. Maybe indirectly, but he did, all the same. I've gotten over my anger, but I don't think I'll ever be able to forgive Peter. Some wounds run too deep.
Of course, Lucius Malfoy, and more importantly, Severus Snape, were extremely influencial in my life, but nowhere near the Maurauders. Lucy and Snivellus do indeed play a key part in this story, which you shall soon see.
Thanks for listening to my little spiel and get ready for the second day of school, the next chapter.
A/N: Yup-dee-doo. That's it for now. Will update soon. Toodles!!
Guys are a big part of every teenage girl's life. And the best example of that which I can give you is me.
I've always loved boys, but starting seventh year, I began to love them in a different way. They weren't just put on Earth for any God-given reason. They're not just there for sex. Guys (at least some of them) are people you can trust in a different way than your girlfriends. Guys can also be funnier (no names mentioned). You can depend on talking seriously with some of them (pardon the pun, especially in the way I used it) and you know they won't burst into tears.
Guys have actually shaped my life, as I look back now. Specifically, four of them: James Potter (of course), Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, and Peter Pettigrew. Let me tell you what I mean.
James Potter, obviously, was foremost. I began my life when I started dating him. My life was based on him. My life ended with him. My life WAS him. I loved James Potter so much.
James was different in the way that he could be worse than Sirius, and yet at other times, he could be the person you could tell all your secrets to and you just knew he'd understand, no questions asked. I loved that about him. Sometimes he'd skip doing homework; sometimes he wouldn't leave the couch until he finished the book he was reading, even if it meant staying up the whole night to read by wandlight. I loved that he was so unpredictable.
And, oh my god, it killed my when he tilted his head to the side to look at things. And he just kind of squinted his eyes and it made me want to jump on top of him and KILL him! Well, technically, not kill him. I'd miss him too much.
And sometimes in class he'd just randomly smile, and I knew he was thinking something funny, so I'd whisper, "What?" And he'd just look at me like, "How'd you know I was thinking something?"
And I remember how before we even started going out, he'd mess up his hair to impress me, and instead it'd piss me off. Well, we started dating and he did that again, and I would think, "No one that sexy should be allowed in public." It tortured me because he was too hott for his own good, and plus, I was scared that all the other girls would steal him.
And truly, this guy was meant to be in Gryffindor. He was absolutely to-die- for when he wore a blood-red short-sleeved polo shirt with the two top buttons undone with dark khaki cargos and tennis shoes.
Literally, my worst fear in the whole world was that I'd lose James to a slut. James was sooooo mine and only mine.
James had this way of talking, too. He'd say "arright," not "all right." He did that with lots of words. He'd just change the letters. Sometimes he'd say "tention" instead of "detention," or "kay," instead of "okay," and "bout" instead of "about." I still don't know if he did it on purpose or not, but it was sexy, so who cared?
And his sense of humor was just plain weird. Sometimes he'd be hysterically funny, and I'd be rolling around on the ground laughing; sometimes he'd say something just plain random, and I'd look at him like he was crazy.
And everytime we'd be standing there, he'd put his arm around me- just because I was his girlfriend. And he hugged my like he hadn't seen me for ten years every time he was me, even if he'd seen me five minutes before. He always had a hand I could hold and a shoulder to rest my head on.
I would always catch him looking at me in an oh-so-sexy way, and I blushed as if he were only my crush, not my boyfriend. Then he blushed because I blushed.
He told EVERYONE that I was his girlfriend, even people he didn't know. He asked my opinion before he did anything. He noticed little stuff about me that even Narcissa didn't see, like if I trimmed my hair or painted my nails a new color. And then if we were sitting on the train together or something, he'd fall asleep on my shoulder.
And all of this, plus more, made James absolutely PERFECT. And I loved him to death, literally, for it.
Now Sirius- I don't even know why his parents named him that. Even when he proposed, he couldn't keep a straight face. Whoa, getting ahead of myself. Anyway, he had a witty remark for every situation, and I mean every one. He had some great disses to deal out, too, though he was usually received more insults than he had time to say. But he shrugged them off. I've rarely seen Sirius extremely mad at anyone. Not to be biblical or anything, but he was slow to anger and full of mercy. Sirius resembled the silly side of James.
And that's pretty much a full description of Sirius. He changed me because he taught me how to be loose and take life as it hits you. Plus, he was James's best friend, so he was my best friend, too. He showed the true meaning of friendship. You can't not love Sirius.
Remus- that kid was incomprehensible. Sometimes, he was like Sirius- and that's something you have to see. Remus acting like Sirius is hilarious. He'd be this little clever kid who used his smarts for pranks. But then he'd turn into the bookworm of the century. Now he was smart, but not as much as James and Sirius. This was very unfortunate, as Remus could have put their intelligence to better use. Remus was made a prefect to keep James and Sirius in check. I need hardly say he failed abysmally. It was obvious that as much as Remus tried to be a "good boy," his naughty instincts took over. And around James and Sirius, it was impossible to be- well, serious.
Remus loved chess, but as with anything, whatever James and Sirius picked up, they did excessively well. Remus had yet to win a match against either of them. Remus was like a big brother and a problem-solver. If I was stressed, I had to find Remus. He was light-hearted enough to cheer me up, yet understanding enough to know when not to joke around. This was amazing, especially since he didn't have any siblings himself. Remus was just an overall lovable best friend. Plus, he did a big favor for James and me, but I won't get into that because it would ruin the story line. But Remus always was, and still is, here in heaven, one of my best friends.
I can't say much about Peter Pettigrew. I thought I knew him; it turned out I didn't. He always seemed odd- but innocent all the same. Wrong again. I never liked him much from the beginning. The other Maurauders obviously did, but after that first day in seventh year, things were different among them.
Before that, Peter was always the "little brother" whom they took care of. It was a given that Peter was part of their group because only Peter could take a simple concept and make it confusing. He was really and truly stupid. It was quite cute.
After they saw that Peter was unwilling to trust me, they started to separate from him. I mean, I bet they were furious that he wouldn't trust one of James's own friends. Girlfriend, to be exact. They couldn't quite understand why he would do that.
So that year, Peter officially dropped from his rank as best friend. Peter became like an acquaintance, but he'd never turn enemy to the Maurauders because he knew their secrets, and he would let any of them slip (i.e.: Maurauder's map, Animagus, etc.) because he knew they could come after him. No, he waited until he had a guarantee of personal safety before he betrayed the Maurauders and me.
The rest is history. You had to have read the Harry Potter series, and of course you know what happened, what with Voldemort and all. So, quite simply, Peter Pettigrew changed my life because--- he killed me. Maybe indirectly, but he did, all the same. I've gotten over my anger, but I don't think I'll ever be able to forgive Peter. Some wounds run too deep.
Of course, Lucius Malfoy, and more importantly, Severus Snape, were extremely influencial in my life, but nowhere near the Maurauders. Lucy and Snivellus do indeed play a key part in this story, which you shall soon see.
Thanks for listening to my little spiel and get ready for the second day of school, the next chapter.
A/N: Yup-dee-doo. That's it for now. Will update soon. Toodles!!