Authors Note:

Hey people, sorry that I haven't updated in a few days, I've been just having a bad few days. Hopefully, I'll get more reviews for this chapter.

Disclaimer: I don't think I need to tell you, its probably in everyone else's story, why should it be in mine?

On with the story now!

Chapter 2

Did I Ever Tell You That...

Life sucks! You probably already knew that, but I just want to reinforce that opinion. More specifically certain people suck, and today sucks too. You're probably wondering what on Earth am I ranting about, right? Well, this day, I mean night, was made a lot harder than it should have been. Here's why...

It was nice, I got nice presents from the four, Marauders, as they have dubbed themselves now. (I bet that Remy came up with that, because no offense, but the other 3 couldn't think of a good name to save their life. Once, James got a fish, and their, meaning Peter, Sirius, and James, first idea for a name was...Mr. Rainbow Fishy, isn't that stupid? I mean, how lame can you get?)

Thankfully, their naming skills didn't affect their good present buying skills. Remy got me this charm bracelet, it had 2 charms that went with it, a book, and a purse. Isn't that sweet? Peter got me a lot of chocolates, typical Peter, the same gift for all occasions. Its very sad if you think about it... James got me a book of poems by Robert Frost, and he got me a bookmark that said, "Obstacles are those frightful things you see when you take your mind off your goals." Inside was a note that said, "Lily, you've been a great friend, even when we treated you like dirt. I just wanted to say, thanks."(He actually had a gift for me, shocking isn't it?)That was surprisingly nice. I think I might have to go to a mental hospital, James Harold Potter was NICE to me, even if it was just in a note form. Scary, I think he's running a fever. Of course, there always is the other option that he was being nice because he wanted to. Nah! I like the fever one better. Hey, guess what Sirius got me! Guess! He thought I'd love the gift, he told me when he gave me his gift, "Lilikins, don't bother saying thank you, your look will be enough thanks, although if you really wanted to say it, I wouldn't say no..."

I said, "Why don't you let me open it, then I'll see if I need to thank you." Insert my mother's "I'm warning you," look. Ohh... Maybe I shouldn't have said that. Maybe. So, without further ado, I ripped open the present, very ladylike of course. In it was, a FROG!

Hope you liked that chapter, it was awesome wasn't it?

JUST KIDDING!

No, not really, it was actually...A Barbie Princess, I swear on my Granny's grave! Wait a minute...She's still alive...Never mind! I seriously (No pun intended.) swear, he seriously got me a BARBIE PRINCESS! What does he think I am?A6 year old?Don't answer that, I mean, for the love of... Yeah, but can't he see that I'm just a tad bit to old for any kind of Barbie, just maybe. Me, being the kind person I was, just gave him a weird smile and said, "Thank you Sirius, and don't call me Lilikins!"

Him, being blind and stupid, didn't notice my smile, or tone, and said, "I told you not to thank me, you really shouldn't have, but if it'll make you feel better, you're welcome!"

Under my breath I said so quietly, that you'd need to be a werewolf to hear me, "No Sirius, I shouldn't have, I mean, a Barbie?" Louder I said to the rest, since the adults were just kind of standing there and smiling at each other, "Why don't we go into the living room, while Mum and me go check on the dinner." Then I pulled Mum into the kitchen.

Mum asked me, smiling, and bustling around the kitchen, "So, how did you like your gifts from those sweet little boys?"

Giving her a duh! look I told her, "Mum, do you seriously need to ask that? I mean, you know I always like Remy's gifts, and James' gift was nice, and Peter's was fine, it's the same gift he gets me every holiday of the year. Sirius though, a Barbie? Come on Mum! What was he thinking? I'm not 6 years old!"

Mum told me sternly, while frowning, "Young lady, don't you dare say that, he gave you a gift and you should be grateful, no matter if he gave you a Barbie, or a frog. It's the thought that counts, and you of all people should know that by now, you remember Cassidy? How hurt you felt when she said those things about your gift last year? Think about how Sirius would feel if you said those things to him."

I should have known that she'd bring that up! Cassidy was this really popular girl at my school. Last year, she invited me to her birthday party, and she pretended to be my best friend. I got her a diary, it had a lock and a key, and everything. I got her a picture frame too, I made it myself, it had a picture of the 2 of us together. I was so excited, and I thought she'd love it. It turns out, that she was less than pleased with what I got her.

"How could you do this to me Lily Evans? I tried being your best friend, and you repay me by getting me these cheap gifts? I made you popular, and you get me what, a picture frame, a worthless picture, and a Diary? I mean, I knew you were poor, but you didn't have to get me a gift at all if this was what you were going to give me." stormed Cassidy.

"Me? You didn't want to be friends with me, you just pitied me, and you just wanted a new gift to add to your collection. Well, I have news for you, I'm neither poor, nor do I need your friendship, so you take your friendship and give it to some other girl who actually wants it. My gifts aren't worthless, you are, and so are these babbling idiots you call your friends. If being your friend means that I have to do everything you say, and get you expensive gifts, then I don't want to be your friend. You want to know what else? I'm taking my gifts back, because we don't want you to have any worthless gifts in your stupid collection." with that, I walked off, with my head held high, and anger burning in me, but underneath that was a whole lot of pain and hurt. I pushed down the feelings of betrayal, hurt, and pain, but when I got home, I cried and cried. Mum let me stay home from school the next day. Luckily for me, Cassidy got transferred to another school, so I didn't have to deal with her. That was the end of me ever trying to get friends at my school, who needs them? I can live without them, can't I?

Sighing, I said, "Alright Mum, I'm sorry, but at least I didn't tell any of those things to him. I mean, I guess it is better than most things he could have gotten me. It was thoughtful, I mean, he didn't have to get me a gift at all. So, I suppose that what I said was uncalled for, and unjust. Thanks Mum, for showing me that." Hugging her, I walked back out of the kitchen.

Mum shook her head, "I don't know what to do with that girl, honestly."

"Aw Mum! You know you love me!" I yelled over my shoulder.

"Yes, I do, though, God knows why I do." Mum muttered to herself.

"I heard that, Mum!" I shouted through the door.

"That was the point dear!" Mum shouted back.

Smiling, I walked back into the living room, holding a tray of cookies that Mum gave me on my way out of the kitchen. "Does anyone want any coo----?"

The boys interrupted my question by shouting in unison, "FOOD!" They then proceeded to push me over as they desperately scrabbled to get all the cookies from their tray stuffed in their mouth.

Huffing angrily I said, "Boys, stupid people, don't know why they're here. I mean, there's a thing called manners."

Staring at me, James asked me wonderingly, "What are manners?" All of them started laughing. Even Remy! I sense betrayal, and revenge.

If that got me annoyed, what happened next shockedand angeredme to the core.

Insert the doorbell ringing.

"I'll get it!" Tuna yelled, while racing to the door. "Oh hi Vernon, you need a place to stay? Your parents went out of town, and you need a place to crash in? Of course my parents won't mind. Nonsense! Come in, come in!" she said, while ushering him into the living room.

"How did anything that fat get into the house?" asked Peter innocently.

I couldn't help it, I mean, it was FUNNY. Why did Tuna give me death glares? Why was Pig giving me death glares? Why was he turning a ugly puce color? Oh no, he's about to explode, call an ambulance, quick!

Mum and Dad magically appeared out of nowhere and were frowning and looking quite displeased, Mum then said, "Petunia dear, please come into the kitchen, we have something we need to discuss with you." "Privately." she added, as Pig made moves to follow. Now, I don't know what was exactly said, but neither parties were very happy after that discussion.

"Vernon, honey, I'm really sorry, but my PARENTS aren't going to let you stay at my house. I'm sorry." Tuna said, while smothering him with loud kisses. Gagging me again! Insert dirty looks from Tuna and Pig. Gag again, and another gag.

"It's alright dear, I know how parents can be. If you ever need an escape from these, ahem, people you just call okay sweetie?" Pig says while glaring at my parents. Ok, he could insult anyone else, but when he insults my parents, that's too much.

"Hey, Piggy! You're wrong, you don't know how parents can be, because your's are never around. Get out of our house, we don't want you here, well Tuna does, but her opinion doesn't count at the moment. When you come asking to stay at our house, my parents have the absolute right to tell you yes, or no. You however, DON'T have the right to say ANYTHING about my parents, you got that? Get out, you have no right to say that about my parents, you have no right to interrupt my birthday party, and you have no right to be in here. GET LOST!" I screamed at him, letting loose the infamous red-head temper. My emerald eyes had darkened, and my auburn hair shone brightly, or so Remy said when I asked him later on.

"What if I don't? After all, you're just a puny little 5 year old, aren't you? Is this like, your 6th birthday?" Pig asked me, while laughing cruely.

Oh no, he is so NOT getting away with that. All of a sudden he stops laughing, and starts clawing at his throat, as if he can't get any air. His face started turning that puce color again, and suddenly a wind started blowing through the house, pushing Pig backwards, through the door, all the wayto his car. The house started to tremble, and the glass table shattered into pieces, just like my life did that day.

We all kind of stood there, waiting for something to happen. Unfortunately, the fates weren't done with me yet. A cawing sound was all the warning I had, before an owl soared through the window, and gracefully landed on my shoulder for a minute. Hopping off, standing before me on my favorite squishy chair, it thenheld out its leg, which I then saw had a letter attached to it. Getting the drift, I gently untied the letter from its leg, with shaky fingers, since no one else seemed inclined to do anything, but goggle at me. Giving me a quick peck on the fingers, the owl flew off, and I collapsed onto my favorite chair. I read through the letter quickly, but soon read it over to check that I had read it right. It said that I was a...witch?