Author: Cinnamon Sunrise PM
COMPLETE! Lily Evans recalls her life...Basically a memoir of Lily, MWPP, and life. Mostly just Lily and James fluff, but different...? R 'n R please! POST-OOTPRated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Tragedy - Lily Evans P. & James P. - Chapters: 14 - Words: 26,111 - Reviews: 126 - Favs: 70 - Follows: 14 - Updated: 10-01-03 - Published: 07-25-03 - Status: Complete - id: 1444401
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***Note: I've changed a few lines in this chapter to make it flow with the rest of the story better***
Title: Goodnight, Stars
Author: Cinnamon Sunrise
Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns all related to Harry Potter. I own nothing. This little story was created in my head but everything in it is owned by Joanne Kathleen Rowling.
Author's Note: Hm, well this may be confusing at first; the ending will tie it all together. This chapter (1) is just an introduction. The rest of the story is structured a bit different. I wanted to put up the entire thing at once, but I decided to do it with an intro, and then a few chunks of chapters, just to get some reviews and stuff. Be honest with reviews. Nice ones make my day, and criticism makes my story better. I'd really appreciate if you could read and review; and if you like it, tell your friends! =)
They were awful. Dreadfully awful. The absolute worst, most troublesome and annoying boys ever to live in the Gryffindor house. All four of them. Peter, he wasn't like them. He spent every second of his time at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry trying to fit in with the others. And I do give Remus credit for his excellent school work; he was the fellow Gryffindor perfect with me in our year. He could be very nice, and I did have a few meaningful conversations with him during our meeting breaks. However, more often than not, he could be as bad as the others, even worse at times. He was the smart one, the thinker of the group. Instead of focusing his attention on important, school matters, he wasted it developing new pranks for the others. They all were constantly planning and plotting some new "joke," however I didn't find any of their pranks funny. Someone always ended in tears, or fighting them at the least. No, those tricks weren't one bit funny. They'd even tried to pull them on me. Told off the lot, especially Remus. As prefects, we were responsible for upholding the rules, not breaking them. Honestly though, the worst part about the foursome was the flock of ladies they magnetized. They followed them everywhere, and the boys enjoyed every minute. Arrogant bunch of boys, and yet they seemed to attract every girl in the school. I had my issues with them, of course, especially James Potter. He wasn't nearly as good-looking as Sirius Black, his partner in crime and best friend, but he had his fans. Especially when he was on a broomstick. When Gryffindor played, the stands were twice as full. Young ladies who didn't give a hoot about Quidditch would come and cheer for James. Ravenclaws, Hufflepuffs; heck even a few Slytherin girls bought red and gold scarves just to wear to the matches. It was rather scary, actually, but James…he loved every minute of it. Now Sirius, he had quite a reputation at school. He could have any girl he wanted, since nearly every girl wanted him. Never seen a person have as many flings as Sirius. Remus had one girlfriend most of his time at Hogwarts, yet it seems to me they broke up at least once a month. Peter…he wasn't like the others with ladies. Nice, nice boy, but not nearly as handsome as the others. I do believe he finally dated a bit 7th year. And James…James had a strange infatuation with me. We were nothing alike, really. He was a jokester, a prank, a show-off. He put others down for fun. His family, the Potter line, one of the purest blooded families left. And I…I was concerned more with my studies than boys, and I never cared too much that I wasn't as pretty as some of the other girls. Redheads, unfortunately, are not usually the first choice for men. But that never stopped James. He followed me around, messing his unruly black hair up with his hands every time I saw him. I knew it wouldn't work, James and I. I was a muggle-born, middle class, and I didn't care one way or another what people thought of me. I spent my time sticking up for people, he spent his bringing them down. I fought against sexism, he fought for…sex. However, Potter was charming, and I did find him quiet attractive. Any girl in Hogwarts would have liked to be in my shoes, James Potter fighting for my attention. I didn't like my position, but there was nothing I could do. The best years of my life were spent at Hogwarts, and in the presence of James Potter. I guess it's obvious what happened between us, but maybe I should start at the beginning. Yes, I think that would be a good idea. I do hope you're up for a story, because this is a long one indeed.