a/n: I just realized what has been missing from this fic. I realized that I
did not put a disclaimer at the start of every chapter. Silly me! So here
it goes.
I, Kim Fitton do not own Harry Potter or any related characters used in this story. I am not profiting monetarily from this fanfiction in any way, so therefore am not breaching any codes of copyright. That's all I have to say on the matter. I can't even hold the rights to the storyline, cos Joanne R wrote Lily and James' story anyway.
And on with the story.
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"WHAT?" Lily got up and started pacing. "You mean to tell me that James was scared? I can't believe it!" Lily looked like she was going to add something, but she thought better of it and closed her mouth.
"Come on, Evans, how daft are you? He really likes you, so do something about it!" Sirius shot back at her.
"I tried that." Retorted Lily. "I mean, he's liked me for what, two years?"
"Actually, four." Cut in Sirius, "But I don't mean to interrupt. Please continue."
"Four years then." She said, looking at him, "But why was he scared?"
Sirius shook his head. "You'll have to talk to him. I can't play matchmaker. A relationship started by someone outside of the equation never lasts." He got up. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go to the Quidditch match." He walked over to the door.
"Don't mention to James that I told you any of this, Ok?" and he rushed out the door.
So much for Sirius straightening things out, Lily thought to herself. Now I'm even more confused. I need someone to sort me out.
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Bree burst out laughing. "Lily, you have got yourself into one hell of a mess!" she shrieked before falling back onto her bed in fits of giggles.
Lily was frantic. "Look, Bree, I know I haven't been the closest of friends this year, but it's been a bit hard, what with me staying in a different room and taking advanced classes and all. But I came here for your help. I really have no idea what to do."
Bree composed herself (with difficulty, I might add, but she did in the end, cos she's such a great friend), and motioned for Lily to sit down next to her. She looked her friend in the eye and saw what Lily hadn't told her.
"You're in love with him, aren't you?" she said plainly.
Lily was shocked. "I do not love James, Bree! I only have a little crush on him!" she paused, "Well, okay, a big crush then." Bree glared at her.
"Okay! I love James Potter! Big deal! So what?" She glared back at her friend. "I'll never know how you do that to me, but you sure as hell had better not do it again!"
"Well, the way I see it, you have three options." Bree said, skeptically. "Number one." She held up her first finger. "You can tell him." Bree put her hand over Lily's mouth to stop her protests. "Two." She held up her second finger. "You can go off and have an elaborate love affair with another man and wish away your feelings for James. Three. You can just sit there and do nothing, and spend the rest of your lonely life wishing you had done different." She paused. "Now choose."
"Can I phone a friend?" asked Lily. Bree looked at her, confused. "Never mind. Muggle television show."
She thought. And thought. She wanted to tell James, but she was scared it would wreck what they had left of a relationship. Maybe she could just take it slow with him, and tell him later on in the relationship. That might work. But there was always the factor that if she didn't get in soon, she might be too late. James was, after all, the most wanted guy in the school. She couldn't screw up her chance.
"Bree, do you mind if I go? There's some place I have to be." Lily got up and practically ran out of the room.
"I'll take that as number one, then." Said Bree, with a self-satisfied smile.
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James was so out of it that he couldn't stand still. Sirius had to hit him five times on the arm before he got a response.
"What?" demanded James, agitatedly.
"What are you gonna do?" asked Sirius.
"I don't know yet! Leave me alone!" he yelled at the owl that was flapping around his head. He stopped when he recognized the owl as Lily's. She had used it on many occasions to send James hate mail and protests to things that he was doing at the school. This was the first time that he had received a note from Lily that wasn't hexed or cursed or doused in something disgusting. James tore open the envelope to find a disappointingly short note. It read:
James,
Meet me on the Quidditch pitch after the game.
L.E.
L.E. How many times he had mindlessly traced those letters onto whatever notes he was taking. Once a teacher had thought that the essay was Lily's because he had traced it in the top corner. Only the pictures of a snitch and his newest broomstick saved him the humiliation of Lily knowing. The teacher then recognized the work as James', and he got a very embarrassing note at the bottom of his essay when it was handed back to him.
"You'd better start thinking, Prongsie, 'cos you aint got long." And with that, Sirius turned around and started gearing up for the match.
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a/n: I Hope you all liked this chapter. The next one is very on the way, and it will be the longest chapter yet, I promise.
I have had too may reviewers to make a list of them now, but I want you all to know that you are greatly appreciated. I take all of your suggestions into consideration, and I have had many of my ideas prompted by my reviews.
Thankyou to all. Thankyou very much. Next chapter will be very, very happy for my reader who wanted happy.
I will update tomorrow.
Kimberly.
I, Kim Fitton do not own Harry Potter or any related characters used in this story. I am not profiting monetarily from this fanfiction in any way, so therefore am not breaching any codes of copyright. That's all I have to say on the matter. I can't even hold the rights to the storyline, cos Joanne R wrote Lily and James' story anyway.
And on with the story.
******
"WHAT?" Lily got up and started pacing. "You mean to tell me that James was scared? I can't believe it!" Lily looked like she was going to add something, but she thought better of it and closed her mouth.
"Come on, Evans, how daft are you? He really likes you, so do something about it!" Sirius shot back at her.
"I tried that." Retorted Lily. "I mean, he's liked me for what, two years?"
"Actually, four." Cut in Sirius, "But I don't mean to interrupt. Please continue."
"Four years then." She said, looking at him, "But why was he scared?"
Sirius shook his head. "You'll have to talk to him. I can't play matchmaker. A relationship started by someone outside of the equation never lasts." He got up. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go to the Quidditch match." He walked over to the door.
"Don't mention to James that I told you any of this, Ok?" and he rushed out the door.
So much for Sirius straightening things out, Lily thought to herself. Now I'm even more confused. I need someone to sort me out.
******
Bree burst out laughing. "Lily, you have got yourself into one hell of a mess!" she shrieked before falling back onto her bed in fits of giggles.
Lily was frantic. "Look, Bree, I know I haven't been the closest of friends this year, but it's been a bit hard, what with me staying in a different room and taking advanced classes and all. But I came here for your help. I really have no idea what to do."
Bree composed herself (with difficulty, I might add, but she did in the end, cos she's such a great friend), and motioned for Lily to sit down next to her. She looked her friend in the eye and saw what Lily hadn't told her.
"You're in love with him, aren't you?" she said plainly.
Lily was shocked. "I do not love James, Bree! I only have a little crush on him!" she paused, "Well, okay, a big crush then." Bree glared at her.
"Okay! I love James Potter! Big deal! So what?" She glared back at her friend. "I'll never know how you do that to me, but you sure as hell had better not do it again!"
"Well, the way I see it, you have three options." Bree said, skeptically. "Number one." She held up her first finger. "You can tell him." Bree put her hand over Lily's mouth to stop her protests. "Two." She held up her second finger. "You can go off and have an elaborate love affair with another man and wish away your feelings for James. Three. You can just sit there and do nothing, and spend the rest of your lonely life wishing you had done different." She paused. "Now choose."
"Can I phone a friend?" asked Lily. Bree looked at her, confused. "Never mind. Muggle television show."
She thought. And thought. She wanted to tell James, but she was scared it would wreck what they had left of a relationship. Maybe she could just take it slow with him, and tell him later on in the relationship. That might work. But there was always the factor that if she didn't get in soon, she might be too late. James was, after all, the most wanted guy in the school. She couldn't screw up her chance.
"Bree, do you mind if I go? There's some place I have to be." Lily got up and practically ran out of the room.
"I'll take that as number one, then." Said Bree, with a self-satisfied smile.
******
James was so out of it that he couldn't stand still. Sirius had to hit him five times on the arm before he got a response.
"What?" demanded James, agitatedly.
"What are you gonna do?" asked Sirius.
"I don't know yet! Leave me alone!" he yelled at the owl that was flapping around his head. He stopped when he recognized the owl as Lily's. She had used it on many occasions to send James hate mail and protests to things that he was doing at the school. This was the first time that he had received a note from Lily that wasn't hexed or cursed or doused in something disgusting. James tore open the envelope to find a disappointingly short note. It read:
James,
Meet me on the Quidditch pitch after the game.
L.E.
L.E. How many times he had mindlessly traced those letters onto whatever notes he was taking. Once a teacher had thought that the essay was Lily's because he had traced it in the top corner. Only the pictures of a snitch and his newest broomstick saved him the humiliation of Lily knowing. The teacher then recognized the work as James', and he got a very embarrassing note at the bottom of his essay when it was handed back to him.
"You'd better start thinking, Prongsie, 'cos you aint got long." And with that, Sirius turned around and started gearing up for the match.
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a/n: I Hope you all liked this chapter. The next one is very on the way, and it will be the longest chapter yet, I promise.
I have had too may reviewers to make a list of them now, but I want you all to know that you are greatly appreciated. I take all of your suggestions into consideration, and I have had many of my ideas prompted by my reviews.
Thankyou to all. Thankyou very much. Next chapter will be very, very happy for my reader who wanted happy.
I will update tomorrow.
Kimberly.