The Makings of Destiny
By: NM Rizzuto aka Gremlin15
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, therefore, Lily, James, Sirius, Emmeline, Dorcas,Remus, Hestia, Peter, and many last names are not mine. Some characters, such Paula, Kerina, and McClaggen are mine. No events in this story were created solely off of my imagaination. In other words, everything that seems familiar was written by, or is related to the world created by, one JK Rowling, and I do not wish to infirm on any copyrights by creating this story for my sole enjoyent. All chapter names and any quotes found in chapters were said from either Napoleon or Winston Churchill.
Summary: Before there was Harry, there was Lily and James. Lily never expected to do anythign great in life. She just wanted to live her life. To have some fun. But sometimes, just sometimes, the most unsuspecting person is the main character in the shaping of the Destiny of the world. Sometimes the world's fate really is in the palm of your hand. Lily is about to find all this out. LilyJames MWPP fic.
Chapter Two: Impossible
Impossible is a word to be found only in the dictionnary of fools.
A week later, the funeral service was held. I had been invited, and I had gone. If James could go to my parents' funeral, than I could return the favor. After the funeral, the four of us had gone down to a Wizarding pub nearby. It was an enjoyable experience, and I had even flirted a bit with James, hoping that would make him feel better. It did, and by the end of my visit, he was smiling again.
The second week of August found James, Sirius, Emma, Remus Lupin and Peter Pettigrew, James and Sirius' other best friends, Hestia Jones and Dorcas Meadows, my other best friends, and I in Diagon Alley. James was grinning from ear to ear for some reason, and I was determined to find out what it was.
"Oh, come on, just tell me!" I begged as we sat in front of the ice-cream parlor. Hestia was absently twirling one of her bouncy brown curls, her green-hazel eyes filled with excitement. Dorcas looked deep in thought, her brown eyes portraying a look of a dreamer while her dark hair fell limply at her sides. Emma and Sirius were caught up in a conversation about Quidditch. Peter was talking to Remus about something that seemed to interest the both of them, so James and I were left to amuse each other.
"Why do you want to know, huh Evans?" he asked amusement evident in his eyes.
"Because I do!" I cried, not able to think up a better reason without telling him my feelings for him.
"I'm not going to tell you," he taunted; I smacked him on the head for his childishness, laughing all the while.
"Tell you what, I tell you a secret and you tell me yours," I compromised.
"Alright, on the count of three," James agreed.
"One."
"Two."
"Three."
"I'm Head Girl," I stated in a rush.
"I'm Head Boy," he said at the same time.
"No way in hell," I stated, looking at him in disbelief.
"Yep, you're stuck with me all year," James admitted.
"What the...how thick can Dumbledore be? What the bloody hell has that man been smoking?" I asked, after a few failed attempts at forming words.
James simply smiled and held out the badge, "I have no idea. I owled him asking if he made a mistake but he said he was positive I could do the job. I swear, that old man's off his rocker."
"I agree," I stated. This stopped the whole table in mid conversation, something that always happened when James and I agree, which was rarely.
"Did Lily Evans just agree with James Potter?" Remus asked as if it were the scariest thing in the world. He pushed a strand of his grayish-brown hair out of his gray-nutmeg colored eyes and smiled knowingly. I always knew that man knew a bit too much.
"Oh My Lord, that's impossible!" Hestia commented as she slurped her shake.
"The Apocalypse," Sirius concurred.
"Amazing," Peter agreed.
"Hell's frozen over, everyone grab their ice skates," Dorcas stated, a smile planted on her face. I was glad she had decided to join us back here on earth; she had always been a bit of a dreamer.
"That was interesting," Emma finished, sarcastically. Emma may seem sweet and innocent, but she could be just as sarcastic as I sometimes, many times even worse.
"Yes, I agreed, only because he said Dumbledore's crazy, which anyone with half a brain could have told you," I admitted. The whole table started laughing at the looks James and I were given them. We had something between a death glare and an embarrassed smile planted on our faces.
Just then, we were greeted by the oh so lovely, note the sarcasm, Slytherins. I didn't hate all Slytherins; Cathy McClaggan was actually quite sweet. I've heard that she became an Order of the Phoenix member right after Graduation, but more on that later.
"Potter, what are you and your mudblood loving friends doing in our seats?" a cold, icy voice belonging to Bellatrix Black asked James.
"Is your name written on here some where?" James asked, drawing out his wand just as the Slytherins took out theirs. It was nice being of age, we could actually defend ourselves now.
"Engravo Bellatrix Black," Bellatrix said, her name instantly appeared on my chair, "Now move mudblood or else I'm going to have to use force."
"You are not going to hurt Lily," Emma stated, standing up with James. It's funny, she would only protect me and James, anyone of our other friends were on their own in fights. She used to tell me it was because I was like her little sister and James her younger brother. Emma was the oldest of our little group, and she had a habit of using her age to get what she wanted.
"And what are you going to do about it, Emmi?" Malfoy, the son of a bitch he was, asked. There are two things you never do when in front of Emma, one being call her Emmi. Only her father, who was dead at the present time, was allowed to call her that. The other was asking how she was going to do something, especially if it was a negative towards you.
"Malfoy, leave and take your future sister-in-law and your lapdogs with you, I don't want to see you get hurt," Emma warned turning her wand in her hand.
"And how, may I ask, are you going to hurt me?" Malfoy asked, doesn't he ever know when to shut up?
"James..." Emma said, allowing James to do what he wanted. Emma had always been able to control James, not always Sirius, but definitely James. James wasn't going to do anything until Emma had given him the okay, which she had just done.
"Accio milk shake," James called, summoning his dairy product, "Expello Milk shake," he said, pointing his wand at Malfoy, the milkshake landed squarely in the blonde's face, thus ruining his robes.
"Shit!" Malfoy exclaimed, trying to wipe off the shake, I'm positive he would have done more had not Hagrid been walking towards us. Instead, he just glared at us and apparated, he was followed by Bellatrix, Severus Snape, Nott, Goyle, the Lestrange boys, and Crabbe.
Hagrid reached us just as Crabbe had apparated away. "Ello Lily, James, evryun. Glad tuh see ya. Congrats on being Head Boy and Girl."
"Thank you Hagrid," I replied, smiling.
"Yeah, thanks Hagrid," James agreed, smiling that dazzling smile of his.
"You ere to getcher books?" Hagrid asked. We nodded.
"Right then, have fun," Hagrid said, and then he smiled and continued on his walk to Gringotts.
Never cry unless the tears will solve your problems. That was the absolute best advice anyone had every given me and, of course, it had been James who had said it. It was the night before we left for Hogwarts and Sirius, James, Remus, Peter, Hestia, Dorcas, and I were bunking at Emma's house. Emma and everyone else had gone upstairs to order pizza, leaving James and I alone downstairs. I don't really remember why we didn't follow; maybe we just didn't want to. Whatever the case, James and I were talking about how pitiful our summers were, and I had just finished telling him how much it hurt and how most nights I cried myself to sleep.
"It just hurts so much James," I said, I hadn't been calling him Potter since his father's death. We seemed to be growing closer, if just slightly, and I figured using his first name would make him more at ease.
"My father once told me never to cry unless the tears will solve your problem. I haven't cried since he told me that, I've done worse. You see, crying lets the emotions out, when you don't cry the emotions sort of build up inside of you," James explained. I smiled at him and he blushed. I knew he couldn't have matured that quickly.
The next day, we got on the Hogwarts express and took the compartments next to each other. James and I left right after everything was settled so we could get to the Head's compartment. This was going to be interesting.
Hermione DB Granger: I would like to thank you for being my first reviewer and forn inviting me to join your RP group. My main focus of this fic was to explain alot of unanswered questions. I'm also happy you like my style of writing, first person descriptive has always been my favorite.
Mind on Sleave: Hopefully this chapter has enough dialog to suficeto your standards. I'm glad you think this fic has potential.
Please review everyone
-Gremlin-