This could, quite possibly, be the most twisted MWPP story you will read. Maybe not … I know that there are plenty out there. I mean, twisted can get really … bad. But this is one of those twisted stories that aren't written about very often. So I hope you like it.
Warning: This story will eventually include slash, sex, and possibly vulgar language. Suggestive themes, etc. etc. Do not read if you can't handle it.
It's a funny thing, when you spend so much time out of your life doing one particularly similar action that it becomes natural to you. Habit. It's a funny thing when habits form, I suppose I'm saying. Especially when these habits are incredibly ridiculous. Like James Potter's obsession with Lily Evans, and her continuous flow of hatred toward him. Now that is a true tale of funny habits. It's really not a funny story at all; it's actually pretty sad. But the habits were rather funny, indeed.
James Potter; unruly black hair, dazzling hazel eyes, beautiful grin, naturally born Quidditch star, grade A student without having to touch a book. He was the heart and soul of Hogwarts in his day; the sort of walking, talking, breathing, laughing, loveable idol that girls lined up to get a date with and guys wished they could be. He was a true spirit if there ever was.
And then there was Lily.
Lily Evans. Flaming red hair (that happened, coincidentally, to match her temper), bright emerald eyes, flawless skin, petit, bookworm. The teachers loved her because she was a dedicated student – dedicated to rules, learning, and helping others. They didn't love her like they loved James. But they loved her.
Which is a nice thing, you see, because it seemed like few other people did. This is largely due to the aforementioned male James Potter, who happened to be one of the few that did love her. For a while, anyway. Six years, to be exact. For six whole years at Hogwarts, James had discovered Lily and her brilliance … and girls had been glaring at her enviously ever since.
You can imagine that it would all be one big happy story if I told you that they fell in love and had a darling little child that saved the world. Except that that's not exactly what happened. I mean, in a roundabout way I suppose it is, but if I only told you that, it would be leaving out the details that make it the sad story that I already told you it was. It's sort of ironic, in a way, how it all happened.
James Potter was, arguably, the most attractive boy to ever pass through Hogwarts' halls. Arguably, because James' best mate, Sirius Black, was probably just as attractive. Now, that isn't to say that very handsome boys never before, during, nor after their time attended Hogwarts – certainly many did. But James and Sirius were the most attractive because they were loved by all girls (and even some guys), envied by most boys, adored by the teachers, and admired by almost anyone they passed on the street. That is to say, they were not only quite possibly the most physically attractive people at the school, but they were also loved for their personalities.
One girl, however, definitely did not love them. For six years, that is. And of course, this girl was none other than the one and only Lily Evans. You can already see where this is going. James loved Lily. Lily hated James. It was one rather consequential circle of habit.
For six long years, James had chased Lily around the castle in attempt to win her heart. It is very surprising to most people that he even lasted that long. Eventually, though – and that means all in one grandiose moment over the summer before his seventh year – it occurred to James that he had been wasting his time. Try being turned down once after a month's hard work … the feeling of lost time hurts. Now imagine being turned down hundreds of times over a period of six years, and then when you've almost run out of youth, realizing that you've wasted your time.
This is what hit James smack in the face three days before term was supposed to start. Actually, it had been Sirius' broom handle, but the mentioned thought process indeed followed.
But James was not the only one who was regretting the way he had spent the first six years of his time at Hogwarts. Lily was none too proud at the way she had treated James Potter. She used to refer to it as "handling the situation," but James had pretty much changed his entire being by their sixth year, and it had been only after they went home for the summer holidays that Lily really noticed how much this had meant to her.
It didn't help that she had spent the summer with her best friend Alice. Petunia was really getting to be quite unbearable these days, and her boyfriend Vernon, or whatever …, was really not that great either. Alice had always been, to Lily's annoyance, firmly convinced that one day Lily would fall in love with James and they would have lots of little James-Lily babies and Alice would be their godmother and spoil them all like crazy. Of course, Lily was not happy about this – especially when, that fateful summer before their last year, Alice convinced Lily that she was indeed falling for James Potter.
In Lily's mind, all was doomed, and this had to be the first day of a whole year of hell, she was sure.