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Disclaimer: No, No matter how often I wish I was J.K. Rowling, this particular wish hasn't come true :(
Chapter 2
At breakfast the next day, Professor McGonagall came around handing out timetables. I received mine and saw that I had a free first period. I decided to take advantage of the homework free time in the common room and read my old battered copy of 'Rebecca' by Daphne Du Maurier, I love to read the classics. I reached the common room and gave the password 'Electricity' to the Fat Lady. No sooner had I entered however, when I saw a streak of black and was swept off my feet.
"What?"
"Relax Evans, it's only me!"
"Argh! Potter! Put me down!"
"What? Aren't you pleased to see me?"
"No!"
I jumped out of his arms, put my hands on my hips and glared at him.
"What is this all about? Stop being so stupid! You are so immature Potter!"
Black came up behind Potter.
"Yeah Prongsie, you ARE immature… See, she really gets you! You're making progress!"
I gave them both looks that threw daggers.
"I am going to get my book, and you are going to stop being such prats, get it?"
Remus approached. "No chance Lily- sorry. I'm afraid that nobody can control these two. Believe me, I know." He gave a long suffering sigh then grinned at me.
"I'll baby sit them until you come down."
"Fine. Thanks Remus!
I rushed up the girls' staircase and into my dormitory. I rummaged around in my trunk before coming across a book with a faded blue cover. I went back downstairs and into the sunlit common before curling up in a squashy armchair. I started to read,
'Last night I dreamed I went back to Manderly again…'
CRASH!
I jerked around. There were books all over the floor and two black haired people sitting in the middle of the mess. I was willing to bet every book I owned that it was Potter and Black. I was right. They stood up with sheepish expressions on their faces.
"What the hell are you two doing?"
"We were trying to make the bookcase sing."
"Why would you do that?"
"Lily-Flower, it was for you. Prongs here wanted the bookcase to sing stuff for you. See? Very romantic!"
Potter went bright red. He mumbled something about love stories and then banished all the books back on to the shelf. I decided to go to the library to carry on reading. When the bell rang, I rushed to the Herbology greenhouse number five where all the advanced classes were taken and lined up with the others who were taking it to NEWT level. There were five Ravenclaws, two Hufflepuffs, two Slytherins, Hestia, Pettigrew and I.
Today we were learning the correct way to cultivate Araunt pods. Hestia and I took to a table with Kay Anderson and Selene Clavell, the two Ravenclaws. Peter Pettigrew also sat with us, looking rather uncomfortable. Kay was quite short with red hair that was cut in a jagged bob. Selene however was rather unusual. She was tall with shoulder length white blonde hair and silvery blue eyes. The odd things about her appearance were the dirigible plums she wore as earrings.
I started chatting with Kay, Hestia only putting occasional input into the conversation- she was very focused on the task of doing practical research on cross species combinations.
Pettigrew kept trying to join in the conversation, needless to say it wasn't working. Every time he commented, things became extremely awkward. Selene's idea of saying the word hippogriff to rid the air of tension wasn't exactly helping matters either. Finally, our annoyance at Pettigrew kicked in.
"Seriously Pettigrew, what is your problem?"
Asked Hestia. Her patience was thin because, although she HATED Herbology, it was compulsory to have an NEWT in the subject to pursue her chosen career as a Healer.
"Why didn't you sit with people who you are actually friends with?"
She pointed at the Hufflepuffs, who included Devin Marks and Benjeman Ali, they had a whole table to themselves.
"Argh! You're SO annoying ALL the time!"
Pettigrew cowered.
"Hestia,"
Interjected Selene.
"Don't you think you are just overreacting slightly?"
"I don't need your opinion right now Selene! It's the first class of the year and I'm already stressed out so just shut up!"
Selene didn't look fazed in the slightest. In fact, she simply replied
"That's fine with me Hestia! Do you want a dirigible plum by the way? They guide you on the path to accepting the unthought of and extraordinary."
"I'm fine THANKS"
Snapped Hestia, more irritable than ever. Kay tried to break the tension,
"So, Selene, what about Xeno Lovegood hey? I never thought either of you would be the, er, romantic type?"
"Oh, I don't know. It was love at first sight! I always dreamed that would be what happened to me, this is proof that dreams come true!"
"I always believed in love at first sight."
Contributed Pettigrew, dreamily.
"Honestly Pettigrew, why did you sit over here?"
I asked, genuinely curious. Pettigrew was the Marauder I knew least about. He always followed the others around like a puppy; he would do whatever they asked of him. I bet that if Black and Potter had jumped off a cliff Pettigrew would have followed them.
"I just wanted to… sit with you!"
He replied, blushing. This made me suspicious.
"Potter told you to sit with us didn't he?"
He blushed harder.
"No."
"C'mon Pettigrew, you could never tell a lie convincingly."
Added Kay.
"I, okay, HE, thought I should get to know you better. He thought we would be... Um… friends…?"
I gave a long suffering sigh and turned away from Pettigrew. When was Potter going to stop being so pathetic? He STILL didn't get that there was no WAY I would go out with an arrogant, selfish toe rag like him.
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At the end of the day,I was making my way back from charms (We had been studying the Homorphus Charm- Remus looked slightly green), when I came upon a commotion in the corridor going to break. A crowd surrounded what looked like two figures, one of which's face was covered in tiny blue pustules. It was Severus... No, SNAPE. His face was disfigured even more so by the look of hatred that crossed his features. That hooked nose, and greasy black hair. Potter was ten feet away from him and wore a smirk on that face I hated so much.
"It serves you right Snivellus."
Said Potter.
"How DARE you call Evans a.. You know what... I've never got what she sees in you. Don't ever cross her again or..."
"POTTER!"
I interrupted, having had quite enough. I was tired of him fighting my battles for me. Especially battles in an area he himself was more than biased in.
"Don't you fight my battles, or my enemies in my name."
I was unable to keep a sneer out of my voice at the word enemies.
"But… Evans…"
"JUST STAY OUT OF MY LIFE POTTER!"
"Oh Evans! You break my heart."
He placed his hand on his heart.
"The only way it can be mended is if you go out with m…"
I cast a silencing charm over Potter. What I really wanted to do was hex the pants off but that wouldn't do much for my, already smudged, responsible prefect image. Alice came up behind me and tugged on my arm.
"Lily, we should go.. Pringle is coming,"
But before I could even turn around, a gleeful voice shouted
"What is this?"
The crowd scattered. I tried to get out with everyone else, but kept on being pushed down. It didn't take Pringle long to put a containing charm on the area.
"Well well well, hexing, duelling, in the entrance hall! Let's see now… DETENTION! My office, tomorrow night at nine."
He gave all five of us (who hadn't managed to escape) a leer.
"Aww an' who would've thought? Detention on the first day back!"
He gave a sarcastic smile and walked off.
I turned on Potter and Black who had been with him.
"Well thanks a lot. You are putting the chances of me being Head Girl in serious danger. You are SELFISH Potter, and why anyone would want to go out with you I have no idea!"
I grabbed Alice's hand and stormed off, purposely not lifting the silencing charm.
A long time ago, I found a way to vent my anger (usually directed at James Potter). I would write a note to (X) person, telling them exactly how I felt with regard to them. I never hid anything from myself. So, when I returned to my dormitory with Alice, I sat down at the desk and started writing. Hestia was at Quiddich practice, but Marly was there too. I dipped my quill into the pot of red ink I reserved for when I was angry. (My friends knew not to cross me when I started writing in red ink.) My message to myself went like this:
Argh! Why me? Why is he infatuated with me? James Potter is so annoying (even when he tries not to be), and interfering. Just because I am the only person who has ever refused to go out with him… How is it any of his business who my enemies are, and why can't he take no for an answer? Okay, sometimes his original motives might have been fine, but they always evolve to step over the line! And I've had enough! I need to do something drastic, but what? I know detentions don't work, but what would?
Having sufficiently calmed myself, I scrunched the note up, and threw it into the box. The box was just like a bin, except whenever you put anything in it, the object would be sent to the rubbish pile that was banished at the end of every week. It made it a lot easier for the house
elves when they came in to do the cleaning.
Marly saw I was done, an after a hurried discussion, I agreed to get started on the essay that we had to do for charms: Explain why Charms to reverse the effect of A magical creature do not fall into the category of counter charms. The essay would be relatively easy to write, it was only the start of the year after all.
We sat down in a corner of the common room in padded wooden chairs, and began to write, occasionally asking each other for a fact or reference.
"Lily?"
"Yup?"
"What is the spell used to heal redcap bites?"
"Um... I think it's Loneiskey?"
"Mmm I think that sounds about right."
She scribbled down the word.
"Lily?"
"Uh huh,"
"Why did you overreact with Peter in the greenhouses? What harm was he doing?"
"Argh! He's Potter's spaniel, Marlene! He crawls around taking Potters orders! Who does that? What a stupid decision! Was is Hest who told you? Oh I'm gonna Kill you Hestia Jones!"
"Hey! Calm down Evil Knievel! Don't fly off the handle! Your efforts should be channeled into something more creative, finishing this essay with me perhaps?"
"Argh! Fine, just, don't mention James Potter in front of me."
James Potter's POV
We were down in the rubbish heap thing. Like a muggle tip. I think the smaller stuff must have been got rid of by the House Elves sometimes because there wasn't much of it there. Anyway, Padfoot wanted to come down here, something about 'interesting findings'. There were lots of boxes where the things that were banished by each dorm were put, with name tags on them so people could find their stuff if they accidentally threw it away. That was where they went wrong, no, in our eyes it was amazingly funny. Finding things in people's boxes and knowing that this embarrassing object must have come from one of these people. It was funny to think, for instance, that half the sixth and seventh year boxes had contraceptives in them, and picture halves of ex-lovers covered in black ink and with rough edges.
Sirius had found this room about two weeks before he end of term last year, and found some very funny things. For instance, we found an empty bottle of: A teenage Wizard's potion for greasy hair in the dorm box of Snape. Needless to say, it took a very long time for us to stop laughing. Sirius was on the other side of the room looking in the Slytherins' boxes, but I thought it would be more fun to uncover the dirty little secrets of our fellows in Red and Gold. The first years were unlikely to have anything interesting, in fact, I skipped to the fourth year boxes to start looking. The only thing I found even slightly amusing was a scrap of parchment which looked like it was the home of a battle about who could make up the most creative swear words. I looked over at Sirius, who was riffling through Snivellus' box again.
"Got anything yet mate?"
"Nah, unless you count a scrapbook full of obsessive 'The Knights of Walpurgis-ism.'"
"Hmm, I don't think that counts."
"What about you?"
"Some really useful swears, awesome ones."
"Ha! Maybe I can use some out on ol' 'Cissy when I see her!"
"I can't wait to see the look on her face."
"Neither can I mate, neither can I."
I was about to bend down again, when a new piece of parchment appeared in the box I had just searched. I crouched before picking it up, and smoothing it out. The red ink ran slightly, but not enough to make it illegible. I stared, slightly surprised, at the tiny, rounded letters that made up the hand of one Miss. Lily Evans. The note started:
Argh! Why me? Why is he infatuated with me? James Potter is…
I pondered some words that could fit in this slot, handsome, dashing and fit were among them. But nope.
James Potter is so annoying (even when he tries not to be), and interfering.
So basically, I can't succeed at anything, and am described using two words that were definitely not on my list.
The note proceeded to tell me that not only was I a stupid and idiotic prat, but that The girl I love was only an attractive idea to me. Well thanks a lot piece of paper!
The most interesting bit of information on the paper, was the part about doing something drastic, or in her words 'teaching me a lesson'. At that moment, the only thing I could think of that would 'teach me a lesson' was Lily dying. Or perhaps marrying Snape.
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