Hey guys! So I have NOT posted for ever and I am sooooo sorry! But, yas, it's the Yuletide Hols (yep, read way to many of those corny, old-timely books my mum gave me) so you know what that means: a festive surprise! Yes, 100% I WILL be posting on Christmas Day (hopefully, if all goes well). Now, guys, Madi, I need a little favour. I need inspo. I will have to share a little bit of the plot line I have written in my diary, but noooo spoilers. I have so much planned but I need some ideas for certain 'things'. Nowwww, what Madi has been demanding, my fanfiction! But really quickly, a disclaimer: I am not JK Rowling, and as much as I want to, I do not own Harry Potter. And if I did, I would solely focus it on James and Lily's love story and getting locked in a cupboard whilst Remus and Sirius work out their feelings and that they are VERY gay.


The last two days were hell for James Potter. He was alone, depressed and, worst of all, on the receiving and of some rather nasty owls from a, suspicious, SlytherKing, hmm...

But today was different, well, James thought so. SlytherKing? Not so much.

"Oh, a letter!" James thought to himself that fine morning after breakfast. He had felt to isolated and was thrilled to have some contact from the outside world. "I wonder what it says."

He opened it with excitement.

To Jamsie-poos,

That was odd, only Sirius called him that, and there was no random smudges of ink everywhere, like any other letter from him.

Aren't you just perfect?

Well, duh!

Then how come you lie your butt off to Lily?

Wait, what? Only Ali knew!

Yeah, I know, and you will PAY, big time. So you better get your lying backside over to the lake at midnight on Friday.

But he was in hospital-

Oh, I'm sorry, are you too ill to come?

Well, erm, yes.

SUCK. IT. UP. You are a snake, and that's coming from me, SlytherKing, and I can keep hissing till you come running to me.
Bye, love you hon!
Keep being my baby, love Kinkerella.
Oops! Wrong letter!
No hard feelings, Jamsie!
Hang on, I'm meant to be blackmailing you.
LOTS of bad feelings, Jamsie.
Love,
SlytherKing
PS. I hope you can be my SlytherQueen, wink, wink.

James was in shock. It was Tuesday, so he had plenty of time, but it still worried him. "I'll keep hissing," was does that mean...?


"Ok, class, take your seats."

"But, professor, mine is covered in blood," Lily waved her hand around feebly.

Ms Fields replied, "Miss Evans! Do not call out in class!"

"I- I'm sorry, professor," her cheeks flushed a deep scarlet.

"But I understand, a pupil recently experienced a, um, struggle at that desk."

Lily's cheeks flushed redder, if that was even possible.

"This desk isn't in use today. Sit here. Now class, turn to page 1567, part 391, section 83b. Oh, silly me, it's book '4: theory' not '44: slaying dangerous creatures'!"

"Awww..." the class moaned.

"Hmm, seems okay," Lily thought, trying out the quill holder. "And it has a fabulous view. Shame about the stains on the pine top." But when she investigated the matter further, it was actually writing. "Seems like a waste of writing it if it isn't going to be read..."

JP + LE
this is sooooooooooooo boring i just wanna jump up and start kissing lil
lils amazing and so damn hot

Urg, they hit a nerve on the last one. It should be L-I-L-APOSTREPHE-S, not L-I-L-S. How dare they!

Honestly for somebody in such a complex class (DADAXXX3239000288beJjoOpDccREjaP ref. code 73763721jhnBGbaGHfuhER) she expected higher of them.

She tied to focus on the lesson, but her mind kept wondering back to the desk graffiti. Who was JP and where were they now?