The Hot-Headed Chronicles

By J-R-S CRAzY

Summary: Meet Lily Evans...She's a normal ten year old girl living in Lakenheath, London. She has loving parents, a spastic older sister, a dog named Mr. Tuna, and a cat named Flippy Beans. But when Lily turns eleven...her world turns upside down. As Lily enters her first year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry she makes friends, enemies, and memories. Like I said, Lily's just an average little girl, with sarcastic comments, wierd friends, a hot-head, red flaming hair and electric green eyes...and a wand. ENJOY!

Disclaimer: I own nothing...I barely own the plot. Yes, I realise this has been done before, but...I like these stories too much. I'm sorry for any authors out there who claim I stole something from them. If you have evidence please bring it to my attention. Fact is, I probably read your fic, but could not find it again to give you credit.

Chapter One: Meet Lily Evans

Evil boys.

Nothing more to say about it!

They are horrible...Yorkshire Pudding in the hair...I could have thought of something more original when I was eight...

Urgh! I hate them, all of them! Boys will be the downfall of everyone!

So, to help the world...I'm going to eliminate them one by one.

Afterall, Mum says I'll be a heartbreaker when I get older...why not start now? I could collapse all of their future dreams and then take over the world! MWUAHAHAHA!

"Lily?" called the voice Lily Evans' mother, as her daughter made her way up the walkway to the house.

"Yes, Mum?" she asked, simply as if nothing was wrong.

"Why is there pudding all over your head?" her mother, Rose, asked as if dreading the answer.

"Well, it's a long story actually." smiled Lily, while she nodded.

"Trust me. I have the time for it." her mother said, taking a step back to allow Lily to enter the threshold.

Lily was ten, going on eleven in about a week, and had vibrant red hair and shocking, green, almond shaped eyes. Boys often picked on her because some days she was wierd. Most of the time they picked on her because that's how younger boys flirted. Lily didn't appreciate the way they expressed themselves.

Her mother, Rose, was very beautiful with blonde hair and blue eyes. She had the same almond shaped eyes and her smile was exactly like Lily's. Rose had two daughters.

Petunia (the other daughter) was older than Lily by one year and was always saying she was older than her by 457 days, 12 hours and 32 minutes, precisely. Petunia had the same blonde hair as her mother and shared her blue eyes. Petunia had a rather long neck, similar to her fathers.

Michael Evans was a strong, burly man with blue eyes and brown scruffy hair, with red tint. He looked intimidating if you didn't know him. The only dangerous thing he ever did was give his two daughters bone crushing hugs when they were 5 and 6. He learned not to hold as tight.

Lily threw her bag over into the corner of the small entry room and spun around to face her mom when she spoke.

"So...Derrick and Zach?" asked her mother, spot on.

"Yes." Lily turned around after petting her dog, Mr. Tuna, when he came to greet her and lick some of the pudding off her hair. Lily took a seat down on the steps and cocked her head to one side to help Mr. Tuna get some of the harder to reach pudding. She looked on the walls and near the door and just plain ANYWHERE to avoid the subject her mom was persuing.

"When?" Her mother asked walking over to the wall Lily had found herself staring at. Tons upon tons of pictures lined the wall, some crooked and some straight, of Petunia and Lily being very close and sisterly. Others were of them goofing around and with their animals, or on family trips with their parents.

"While I was walking home from school." Lily answered. She was so casual about this, it scared her mother.

"What did you do to them?" asked her mother, a knowing look creeping onto her gorgeous face.

"Uh...I just...stuffedthemintotrashcansandsockedthemacoupletotheheadtheyreperfectlyfineIswear!" she practically screamed.

"Oh, Lily. Lily, Lily, Lily..." her mother shook her head.

"Do not 'Lily' me, Rose!" she protested to the laughter escaping from her mother.

"I love you so much, Lily. Some day you're going to have to fend off boys with a stick."

"Can't I just use my fists?" Lily asked hopefully, as her mother enveloped her into a pudding-ish hug and gave her a kiss on her hairline.

"Unfortunately, not." her mother tickled her. "Go take a shower. Dinner will be ready in an hour."

"Okay...come on Flippy Beans!" called the young girl to her cat. Flippy Beans, or Flibe (flee bee) her black cat, gave a 'meow' and pranced along her side up to the bathroom.

"Mum?" came the uncertain voice of Petunia Evans, as the older daughter cautiously trudged through the den to the entry/coat room. (Understand?)

"Yes, dearest?" Rose asked.

"Why do the boys always do stuff to Lily?" Petunia asked, scared for her sister.

"Oh, lovely...it's nothing to worry about. Boys just...flirt in odd ways." her mother reassured her, while grasping her hands and looking into her eyes to make sure she understood.

"Alright." Petunia took her word and headed up to her room to do her homework.

"Ah...such wonderful girls..." Rose sighed contently, making her way to the kitchen to prepare dinner.

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"So, Pudding Head? How was your day?" asked Michael Evans.

"Haha, very funny." Lily said as her father grabbed her arm and pulled her in for a kiss on the forehead.

"No seriously. People at the business were talking about you today. You know, Derrick and Zach's fathers." he said, letting her sit back in her chair.

"How would they know about it!" Lily shrieked outraged. "It happened after school!"

"Relax, Lils. I was only joking...and keep your voice down while you're inside."

"All right and DON'T JOKE ABOUT THIS SORT OF THINGS. You recall what happened when Thomas pushed me into Mrs. Delapo's freshly fertilized garden. Everyone knew about it! It was...embarrassing." Lily said, turning red.

"Embarrassing!" asked Petunia in a loud, obnoxious voice."Not even I could go to school without being made fun of! AND, you are absolutely clumsy, Elephant!"

"You don't need to tell me that, Giraffe!" Lily retorted.

"Girls! Calm down! Michael, look what you started! You're all acting like animals." Rose said looking at her family in turns.

"Your mothers right...calm down you little zoo-inhabiters!" Michael snickered.

"That was hilarious, Dad." Lily said sarcastically, glaring at him.

"I thought so." he chuckled.

Petunia threw a carrot at him which got her and Lily sent to there rooms.

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The next week was perfect without any incident until Lily's birthday. She was once again walking home alone, when Derrick came up behind her.

"Hey, Lily." he said smiling, shifting his bag over his shoulder.

"Hi." she said uncertainly.

"Happy Birthday." he said shyly.

"Uh, thanks." she smiled.

"I made you a present." he said, as he turned red. (HAHA! THIS IS ALMOST EXACTLY WHAT I PICTURE DERRICK DOING!)

"Er...thanks again." she answered.

"Here." he reached inside his bag and pulled out a small box that looked like it contained a neclace. Lily looked at it cautiously. Derrick wasn't one to be this nice. They weren't even friends.

Lily opened up the box and immeditately screamed. She had had enough of all of this. "Ah! BUGS! DERRICK, YOU SLIME BALL!" she yelled. Inside, were dozens of creepy, crawly bugs. Lily outraged pretended to throw the box at Derrick, but instead the insects flew out and landed on his head...exactly the way Lily imagined they would. Lily dropped the box and stalked off...and then it happened...well more than just 'it' happened...a couple things happened, actually.

An owl swooped down and pecked at the bugs in Derrick's head. He screamed and ran away swooping at the owl, clumsily tripping off the cracked sidewalk. Then, the wind blew forcefully, crashing some branches from the nearby lining bushes to fly into the street. The leaves around Lily blew in a circle, surrounding her. She just stood mesmerized at the owl and at the next sight in front of her. Thousands, upon thousands of bugs came crawling up from any means possible. The trees, cracks in the sidewalks, lamp posts, bushes, trashcans, the sky...and Lily laughed in an "I can't believe that happened" way.

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Lily skipped home that day, humming. She was as happy as a little girl could get on her birthday.

As she opened the fence to her front garden, her mother called to her from the backyard.

"Lily? Is that you, honey?" she called.

"Yes!" Lily continued skipping to where her mother, father, and sister were. She looked up to see a few presents on their picnic table that was on their porch.

"Happy Birthday!" they all chanted.

"Thanks!"

"Cake or presents first?" her father asked from the chair farthest to the right.

"PRESENTS! PARCELS! GIFTS!" Lily said loudly, as Petunia laughed.

"Alright, alright. Calm down, child!" Michael said.

Lily grabbed the nearest present and tore it open. This continued for about 5 minutes, until she was done opening the 10 gifts that had been there. Then her mother said, "Here, Lily. I just found this...I don't know who it's from." She handed Lily a letter addressed to her exact location, written on a yellowed piece of parchment, in green ink.

Lily Evans

Backyard, Porch

Lakenheath, London (Okay, I know that Lakenheath is a real place somewhere in London or somewhere over there...if you know...can you tell me? Thanks)

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Swanky