Disclaimer: I do not own, nor claim to own, any of J.K. Rowling's
characters, places, ideas, or anything of her own creation. I do, however,
claim my original characters, a great majority of this story line, and my
left shoe if anyone ever finds it.
Note: I will be bouncing between 1979 in Lily and James' points of views, and 1977 in third person. Indeed, it will be confusing, but this is the way I write.
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Did You Find What You Were Looking For?
Chapter 2: School Ahead, Spiders Above
By: Taiyourshoes
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Hogwarts, 1977
Lily Evans walked through Platform Nine and Three-quarters just as the whistle from the train blew. She gave a quick glance around at the straggling students now bustling towards the entrance doors.
And then she spotted him.
James Potter stood at the other end of the platform, laughing with his immature cohorts while showing them his shiny Head Boy badge.
Lily sneered a little before joining the students at the train doors.
Of course, she had known dear little big-head Potter would be Head Boy; she had predicted it for years.
But that didn't lessen the fact that she was furious.
James Potter was a fantastically brilliant, unusually bright, student at Hogwarts.
However, he was also the cruelest, bullying boy she had ever met.
He had always been rather taken with hexing the Slytherins as a sort of twisted sport, and thought messing up his hair was the most dashing thing a boy could do.
Still, Lily knew he would be best for the Head Boy position, with his brains and overall Hogwarts spirit.
"Why, good morning, Miss Evans," James said brightly, walking up behind her with a large smile.
"Hullo, Potter," she replied with an unenthusiastic yawn. It wasn't that she hated James or preferred absolutely no conversation with the boy, but she thought it best that she didn't give him an opportunity to say anything rude to her as he had always done in the past.
She heard him saying something else to her, but a shrill whistle drowned out his voice, and she took this opportunity to shove aside a few fifth years to get away from him.
She stumbled into the front compartment, where James Potter would meet her in a few minutes anyway. She let out a sigh as she took a seat and got out a large piece of parchment.
Ever since she had gotten her letter stating she'd be Head Girl, a sort of furious pride took her and she couldn't help but pre-arrange all the things Hogwarts might do that year. Besides, if she was trusted with such a position, why be unprepared?
A few Prefects from Ravenclaw walked in and gave her a small wave, and, upon noticing her Head Girl badge, congratulated her for her position.
"Any idea who the head boy might be?" asked Abigail O'Brien, a seventh year Ravenclaw Prefect, conversationally.
Lily preferred not to answer that, for fear that saying she'd be working with the bullying toe-rag all year would actually make it true.
She parted her lips to reply anyways, when none other than James Potter himself walked in through the compartment and smiled congenially at them all.
"That would be me, O'Brien," and, noticing their shocked expressions, "but I assure you, this will not disrupt my need to prank."
A few of the rather giggly girls in the compartment laughed as they turned to see Lily's reaction.
She was giving him a rather sarcastic smile as she ruffled through a few of the plans in her lap. With her attention on her pieces of parchment, she said:
"And how fun will it be that, whenever you do anything against the rules, I'll be there to catch your every move, Potter? You're Head Boy now, and with that comes extreme responsibility."
Lily stopped her tiny speech when she heard a few people sniggering at her expense.
"What?" she asked, looking to them with her brows furrowed.
A few students pointed above her head. Not really wanting to see what was there, but figuring the result of the problem must lie somewhere in the mind of James Potter, she turned to him.
Wand pointed directly over her head, eyes glittering with humor, he stood there.
She dared a glance upwards.
Immediately she wished she hadn't.
Lily had always had a ridiculous phobia of spiders of any kind: live ones, stuffed ones, large ones, small ones, black ones, poisonous ones. it mattered not. In any case, she was deathly afraid of any insect with eight legs and a spider-like body.
So, when she saw the large, hairy spider levitating over her head, she screamed like a banshee and ran out of the compartment.
Oh yes, Mr. James Potter was mature indeed, and would be an absolute joy to work with.
Prat.
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Taiyourshoes: Again, short, but you have to get the ball rolling somewhere!
And I'd like to thank the reviewers out there. I'm sorry that my writing style is a bit confusing, and ridiculously choppy at times, but I beg you to bear with me. Stick around for chapter three, and review please!
Note: I will be bouncing between 1979 in Lily and James' points of views, and 1977 in third person. Indeed, it will be confusing, but this is the way I write.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Did You Find What You Were Looking For?
Chapter 2: School Ahead, Spiders Above
By: Taiyourshoes
~*~*~*~*~*~
Hogwarts, 1977
Lily Evans walked through Platform Nine and Three-quarters just as the whistle from the train blew. She gave a quick glance around at the straggling students now bustling towards the entrance doors.
And then she spotted him.
James Potter stood at the other end of the platform, laughing with his immature cohorts while showing them his shiny Head Boy badge.
Lily sneered a little before joining the students at the train doors.
Of course, she had known dear little big-head Potter would be Head Boy; she had predicted it for years.
But that didn't lessen the fact that she was furious.
James Potter was a fantastically brilliant, unusually bright, student at Hogwarts.
However, he was also the cruelest, bullying boy she had ever met.
He had always been rather taken with hexing the Slytherins as a sort of twisted sport, and thought messing up his hair was the most dashing thing a boy could do.
Still, Lily knew he would be best for the Head Boy position, with his brains and overall Hogwarts spirit.
"Why, good morning, Miss Evans," James said brightly, walking up behind her with a large smile.
"Hullo, Potter," she replied with an unenthusiastic yawn. It wasn't that she hated James or preferred absolutely no conversation with the boy, but she thought it best that she didn't give him an opportunity to say anything rude to her as he had always done in the past.
She heard him saying something else to her, but a shrill whistle drowned out his voice, and she took this opportunity to shove aside a few fifth years to get away from him.
She stumbled into the front compartment, where James Potter would meet her in a few minutes anyway. She let out a sigh as she took a seat and got out a large piece of parchment.
Ever since she had gotten her letter stating she'd be Head Girl, a sort of furious pride took her and she couldn't help but pre-arrange all the things Hogwarts might do that year. Besides, if she was trusted with such a position, why be unprepared?
A few Prefects from Ravenclaw walked in and gave her a small wave, and, upon noticing her Head Girl badge, congratulated her for her position.
"Any idea who the head boy might be?" asked Abigail O'Brien, a seventh year Ravenclaw Prefect, conversationally.
Lily preferred not to answer that, for fear that saying she'd be working with the bullying toe-rag all year would actually make it true.
She parted her lips to reply anyways, when none other than James Potter himself walked in through the compartment and smiled congenially at them all.
"That would be me, O'Brien," and, noticing their shocked expressions, "but I assure you, this will not disrupt my need to prank."
A few of the rather giggly girls in the compartment laughed as they turned to see Lily's reaction.
She was giving him a rather sarcastic smile as she ruffled through a few of the plans in her lap. With her attention on her pieces of parchment, she said:
"And how fun will it be that, whenever you do anything against the rules, I'll be there to catch your every move, Potter? You're Head Boy now, and with that comes extreme responsibility."
Lily stopped her tiny speech when she heard a few people sniggering at her expense.
"What?" she asked, looking to them with her brows furrowed.
A few students pointed above her head. Not really wanting to see what was there, but figuring the result of the problem must lie somewhere in the mind of James Potter, she turned to him.
Wand pointed directly over her head, eyes glittering with humor, he stood there.
She dared a glance upwards.
Immediately she wished she hadn't.
Lily had always had a ridiculous phobia of spiders of any kind: live ones, stuffed ones, large ones, small ones, black ones, poisonous ones. it mattered not. In any case, she was deathly afraid of any insect with eight legs and a spider-like body.
So, when she saw the large, hairy spider levitating over her head, she screamed like a banshee and ran out of the compartment.
Oh yes, Mr. James Potter was mature indeed, and would be an absolute joy to work with.
Prat.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Taiyourshoes: Again, short, but you have to get the ball rolling somewhere!
And I'd like to thank the reviewers out there. I'm sorry that my writing style is a bit confusing, and ridiculously choppy at times, but I beg you to bear with me. Stick around for chapter three, and review please!
