A/N: Here is the second addition to my story "Dream Catcher". I know that the last chapter was really short but Hopefully this one will be longer, it is in my notebook. If not they will get longer, promise! Please leave a review! It helps alot and just makes me so darn happy. If you like it...tell me! Even if you don't like it, tell me. Im not saying flame me but constructive critism is welcome.

Disclaimer: Ok, you all know the drill. I own NOTHING. Well besides the plot and a few characters.

Chapter 2:

"So tell me Snape, does your Mummy make you wash your hair when you go home, or is it always this slimy and disgusting?" James Potter, prankster and all-around trouble maker extrodinair, taunted the sixth year Slytherin standing opposite him.

"Shut it Potter!" he said through gritted teeth, "Or I swear I'll--"

"You'll what? Gag us to death with your stench?" Bestfriend to James and second most popular guy in Hogwarts, Sirius Black asked, his voice seeping with mirth and sarcasm.

I sat watching the exchange from my place near the castle. Fury was raging inside of me at the way James and Sirius always taunted and teased Snape. Sure I can't stand the Slytherin either, but just because he is a slimy git doesn't mean that they could make his life hell on a daily basis.

James Potter is, in my oppinion, a egotistical prat. Sure I don't really know him, but that much is evident. He is the most popular guy in all of Hogwarts, has a fan club consisting of most of the Hogwarts female population, and has, along with the rest of his "group" a certain talent for trouble. But even with my low oppinion of him, I can't deny that he is quite easy on the eyes. Messy dark brown hair, intense grey eyes covered by small wire rimmed glasses, and the tanned body of a quiditch star, are just some of his many attributes. But, don't get me wrong, I'm not some ditzy "Oh I love James Potter" clone. Not even close, infact I refuse to think he is hot and take back everything I just said about him, save for the egotistical part anyway. As you can tell, I don't very much like him. But of course, what's the point of likeing someone who doesn't even know you are alive?

Sirius Black, as I said earlier, is James' best friend and the second most popular guy at school. He has shaggy black locks and deep blue eyes. He also has a fan club, of which the population matches James', maybe even passes it. He too has a talent for trouble and is the leader of their group. He isn't bad looking himself, actually I could safely say that most girls here at this fine wizardry school have pictures of him adorning their walls, and not just one either, tons. I've seen it, and its scary.

Then there is Remus, I have often considered taking him off of my dislike list, he is sweet and studious, the quiet one of the bunch. But the fact that he keeps company with such people as he does always nags at me. He has longish sandy blonde hair and baby blue eyes, quite hot actually. He was a prefect with me in fifth year and still is today, in our sixth year. One of the top students in all of our classes. But of course so are the rest of their group, somehow, except for Petter Pettigrew.

Petter Pettigrew is a small rat like of a boy. He has light brown hair and his eyes are always so squinty that I could never even tell their color. Not like I care anyway. I never really cared much for him, not many did. He kind of gives me the creeps. I, for the life of me, can't even figure out why they are friends with him. He is nothing like the rest of them.

They collectively call themselves the Mauruders. A name that they picked for themselves, but is fitting all the same. That's what they do after all. They maurude around the school pulling pranks and the like. They are never out of trouble for even a day I don't believe.

Me? I am a nobody at this school. A nerd, a bookworm I have been labeled. Most don't even know that I exsist and those who do only know me as the "know-it-all" girl who takes all the notes in class and raises my hand to every question.

In class, I rise to the top, but oustide of class, I fade drastically into the background. Forgotten by all. Unnoticed and passed by.

I don't fit in in the world of lipgloss and flirtations. I never have. I don't spend hours stareing endlessly into the mirror.

I am not a beauty queen and have never claimed such. I am simply me, Lily Anna Evans, take me or leave me.

Now I'm not saying that I am ugly. I'm not. I just dont embellish myself with tons of makeup and too tight clothing. Infact the only makeup I wear is my smudged black eyeliner, which I constantly wear.

I have naturally wavy dark red hair and emerald almond shapped eyes. My looks have always been a mystery in my family, no one knows where my red hair or green eyes came from, they dont resemble anything anyone in my family had ever had. Which had kind of always made me wonder if I were adopted. And I might believe I were if it weren't for the many traits that I have of my parents.

Like the few little freckles that spot my nose, the pouty shape of my lips, or my small upturned nose. All of these things make me greatly resemble my Mum.

Then of course there is my poetic "writers" mind. The fact that I am constantly writing and reading the ingenious words of others prove that I am definitly my Fathers daughter.

These thoughts of my parents brought a fresh wave of tears to my eyes. It seemed like I had been crying alot lately, all the time. But I quickly wiped them away, not wanting anyone to see them.

About ten minutes past with me just thinking about my life when I heard someone next to me.

"Lily, Lily...earth to Lily? Hello!" My bestfriend Zoe lane was saying, snapping me out of my thoughts.

"Hmm..yeah?"

"I have been sitting here for like three whole minutes and you haven't even noticed me." She said laughing. This isn't the first time that this had happened. Not even close.

"Oh...sorry," I grinned " I was thinking."

"Well, sorry for the interruption, but are you going to the big " Gryffinder won once again" party tonight?"

"Me? Go to a party, surrounded by Potter and his mindless stalkers? I think I'll pass.

"Oh come on! You never go anywhere like this with me! It'll be fun, we can sit around laughing at them behind their backs and thinking up funny things to do to them while they sleep. It will be like old times!" She begged.

I laughed.

"As fun as that sounds, I still don't really wanna go. Go on without me, you will have a blast. You know I would rather be by myself writting than at a party anyway."

"Ok, fine..." she sighed "but if you change your mind you had better tell me."

"Promise" I said with a grin.

Zoe, though I wouldn't call her a party girl, definitly enjoyed one. Which was one thing in which we differred drastically. Sometimes I wondered why she even chose to be my friend. With her sleek black hair, bright blue eyes, and glowing tan skin she had more than a few boys attention, including the Mauruders.

"Well, I think that I am going to go take a nap before dinner, I'm a bit tired. I'll see you later okay?" I said.

"Yeah, see you."

A/N: Okay, well what did you think? Please let me know! I need to know what people think so that I will know if its worth posting. Otherwise I will just keep it in my notebook.

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