Now You See It...
Summary: That spark between Lily Evans and James Potter keeps on flickering, but almost refuses to light...almost. Rated T just in case. Romance/Humour
Disclaimer: Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
I could say this is mine,
But that isn't true!
Chapter One: Windex
Lily Evans screamed. Her mother, a couple of rooms and a set of stairs away, nearly had a heart attack. She dashed to the kitchen, determined to beat off whatever evil was threatening her daughter. She burst through the door and found...Lily doing a victory dance on the table.
"No, Lily!" her mother shouted, as she was unable to protect her daughter from the evils of...Freshly Applied Windex.
Lily Evans' seventeen-year-old frame fell gracelessly to the floor, but she jumped up quickly and began dancing around the kitchen.
"I did it! I did it! I got it!" she screamed at her mother, who looked amazingly happy for (a) someone who'd just had their eardrums blown out, and (b) had no idea what was going on. Indeed, Mrs. Evans was probably suffering from shock.
"I am so proud of you, dear! What exactly is it that you've gotten?" Mrs. Evans inquired of her ecstatically dancing daughter.
"I'm Head Girl!" Lily screamed, dancing straight into her sister, Petunia, who had come into the kitchen to get a snack for her boyfriend, Vernon. "Sorry, Petunia!" Lily told her sister, now dancing into Vernon, who had followed Petunia in. "Sorry, uh, what's-your-name!" Lily apologized again.
Vernon looked distinctly disgruntled at having been danced into and then called "what's-your-name" by a skinny little redhead.
"Lily! If you don't stop soon, you are going to seriously incapacitate someone!" Mrs. Evans said as Lily danced into the street. She was proud of her daughter, to be sure, but there was really no need to terrorize the entire neighborhood if it could be prevented, which was what Lily probably would have ended up doing if left to her own devices.
A train whistle sounded. Lily Evans sped up; it would not do for the Head Girl to miss the train to school.
She shoved her trunk through the entrance and jumped on just as the train began to move, causing her to lose her balance. She gripped the train with one hand while the other flailed helplessly, and suddenly another set of hands was hauling her into the train. She straightened, blushing, and found herself face-to-face with James Potter.
"You're welcome, Evans," he said, smiling at her. She smiled back, wondered why she did that, and said, "Thank you, Potter," then left to put her trunk in a storage area.
Once back at the front of the train, Lily headed for the Heads' compartment. The sliding door was locked, and the window was too dirty for her to see who the Head Boy was. She sighed, conjured up a bottle of Windex, wiped off the door, and found herself, once again, face-to-face with James Potter.
As it hit him who he would be working with all year, he braced himself for yet another infamous screaming match between James Potter and Lily Evans. But she didn't scream at him. Instead, she fainted.