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Fiction rated M for some mature themes like violence, gore, sex, language, and all that fun crap.
This is an AU fic about Lily and James. You'll find it's rather different from most fics; it's more of a gothic-romance-horror. I loved the idea; it's the best one I've come up with yet. I have a few chapters written; I will post every week. I need some feedback first, of course. Reviews are greatly appreciated.
A shadow cannot exist without the light.
Chapter One: Shadow
He was the king of Gryffindor. He was smart, talented, handsome, and… oh yeah, he landed himself in detention at least once a month. But girls loved him and guys admired him. He was James Potter. He strode down the halls with his best mate, Sirius Black. The duo was unstoppable and inseparable.
In their 7th year, James was Head Boy. Head Girl was his girlfriend and fellow Gryffindor, Cornelia Taylor. She was very pretty and very popular as well. Cornelia and James did not talk much; in fact, they seemed to enjoy snogging each other more. They were only together because it made them both more popular. If they weren't both Head Boy and Head Girl, they might not even have noticed each other.
James and Sirius got looks from girls as they walked down the hall, which was not uncommon. Sirius smiled at each one of them, but James remained expressionless.
One first year with a lot of freckles on her face got so excited when she saw them, she let her books slip out of her arms.
"Oh my God!" she exclaimed as she rushed to pick up all of her books.
"Here, let me help," said Sirius, bending down to help her pick them up.
"Th-thank you so much!" she said, blushing a deep shade of red.
"Anytime," Sirius said smoothly.
"Padfoot, let's go," said James, annoyed.
"Alright, just trying to be nice, Prongs. You should try it sometime," he said.
"I am nice," James defended himself.
"So I've heard. 'James Potter is a saint!' to quote Madam Barlow. Honestly, what have you done to that poor old woman?" Sirius asked, smirking.
"I didn't do anything! Except maybe compliment her now and then, and ask how her grandchildren are doing, and buy her flowers…"
"Honestly, you are the biggest suck up!" Sirius said. James laughed.
They came to the portrait hole, where the fat lady was sitting, looking bored. She lit up when she saw James.
"Why hello, James," she greeted.
"Hullo. Portkey," he said. The portrait swung open, and James and Sirius stepped inside. Then it closed behind them, leaving them to the safety of their own common room.
So that's it. The first two chapters are just and introduction. Chapters will get much longer, and much more interesting. Please tell me what you think!
Next chapter: Light.