A/N: Hello and thank you very much for bothering to read this fan fiction (If any one is here, that is)! Thank you soooo much! This is the first story I've ever posted so I am very excited about it! I'm Spanish so I'm not a native speaker, however, I'm goint to give it my best shot! (I appologise in advance for any spelling mistakes or wrongly used vocabulary…¬¬. Please, I'd appreciate it if you helped me point them out! ) Thank you once again, please enjoy and, if you liked it Review, Review Review Review!... Please? Oh, I'm fan of Jane Austen, so you might find senteces similar to the one she uses in pride and prejudice (I L.O.V.E that book... o)
Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own Harry Potter nor do I own any of the characters you associate with J.K's fabulous master piece. I would also like to add that I wrote this story as a fan fiction of another fan fiction, the name of which I don't remember… Sniff … (I'd like to read it again…)
Full summary: James Potter is a preppy, self-centered prat and Lily Evans is a total tomboy. Gosh! Not even suppermagiglue can stick those two opposites together! So how come they ended up being our most loved couple? Read and find out! Magic, love, friendship and the story of a flower and her stag!See the changes our two favourite characters undergo (willingly or unwillingly)to finally suit each other!
-INTRODUCTION-
Lily Evans
Since as far as she could remember, Lily Evans had always been surrounded by boys. But not because of the fact that she was a girl. No. Actuallly, quite the opposite. If there was a word that would suit Lily Rose Evans the best, this would be total tomboy. Boys her age admired her, not because of her beauty, as she didn't posses much of that at the early age of 11, but because Lily was stronger, faster, more sportish and more masculine than the whole lot of them put toghether. They all loved her because she rocked, she kicked ass, she was damn bananas. She was, to their eyes, the undeniable incarnation of the word cool. A total, utter, absolute, and despicable lost case, as her sister would usually define her.
Why had Lily Evans become so boyish? In the years to come, many theories would be formulated trying to answer that same one question. XXY genes? She had been bitten by a boy and had consequently become a boygirl like spiderman wiht spiders? Genetic alterations? Leave all that to the marauders... However, the truth might be that her masculine tendency came from the family business which was a Marcial arts gym where she had been training since she had learned to walk. It might have also been that she was freaked out by the way Petunia, Lily's older sister, and her friends were and acted. Lily swore that the day she put on those horrible things called miniskirts, the day she read all those idiotic gossip magazines and spent the whole afternoon discussing which boys' ass was cuter, THAT would be the day pigs grew wings. Well... little did she know that winged pigs did already exist…. very cute by the way.
James Potter
James Potter could've very well been the most spoiled brat in the whole world and, I dare say, universe too. On the one hand, his father was the head of the aurors' department in the Ministry of Magic, which meant he was never at home. On the other hand, his mother was the head of St.Mugo's hospital which also meant she was practically never at home. As a result of this, James was in charge of the Godric's Manor, a HUGE mansion in which worked about 50 house elves all of which were under James' command. His parents loved him to no end, but having been trusted with such responsible jobs, they felt in debt with the magic society and therefore could not coo over their beloved child as much as they would've wished. To compensate the fact that they were never at home, James's parents always bought him whatever he wanted and let him do whatever he pleased. Having been raised in said manner for over eleven years, we could perfectly state, without any trace of hesitation, that James Harold Potter was officially the most self-centred, bossy and concieted brat walking on the Earth's crust. To worsen thing, at the age of eleven, James was already quite a handsome boy with absolutely perfect manners as all the big Bosses of the Ministry didn't forget to remark every single time an important dinner was hold at the Potter's. This, of course, did nothing but help build his ego the size of a cathedral. His proudness, arrogance and selfimportance made him the last boy on Earth one could ever feel preveiled upon to befriend. That is, as long as you were not as arrogant as him, you were a werewolf or just a plain idiot. (Try guessing who... yep, you got it right.)
End of the Chapter! This is a short, but I promise the followings will be muuuuuuuch longer!
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Monooboe.