WOW! MY VERY FIRST HARRY POTTER FAN FIC!
I really don't know what you may think of it but I hope in the end you will like it.
Anyway, here's some things I'd like you to know before reading:
FIRST: I am nowhere near being British so I won't even TRY sounding British;
SECOND: I know Voldemort was supposedly creating havoc or something displeasing during this time but I chose not to include him in this fan fic. I WANT WORLD PEACE! He he… Nah, actually, I think a mean ol' heir-of-Slytherin-who-opened-the-Chamber-of-Secrets don't really have a place in my fan fic;
THIRD: What I'm gonna do with Lucius Malfoy's character in the future might not be pleasing to everyone but look at it this way… he's still gonna end up as a 'git' and James and Lily will still end up together; and
FOURTH: I hope you're really familiar with Harry Potter because I'm not really good with back-stories.
Okay, so, everything you recognize in this fan fic belongs to what's her name? Oh yeah, JK Rowling? I think.
Seriously, they all belong to JK Rowling and I'm just a fan who wanted to write my own twist.
However, everything else you don't recognize belongs to me.
So, I hope you read and review.
the words that we say... doesn't come out as we planned... sometimes they're just in the way... -- meja, "invisible"
i recommend sticking your foot in your mouth at anytime... -- alanis morissette, "you learn"
CHAPTER ONE: Strike One
The Great Hall ceiling reflected the sky of a typical day of autumn closely coming to a close to give way to the cold of winter. The hall was peaceful for most part. With the usual buzzing of students talking about the day ahead.
Just then, as the students were in the middle of their breakfast, a seventeen-year-old boy banged the door of the hall open. The students, startled by the sudden noise he made, all turned to look at him.
It was Lucius Malfoy. He looked like he came straight from the shower, as his white blond hair was still damp, brushed behind his head. His gray eyes were as cold as ever and even angrier than the usual as he searched the entirety of the hall.
The students started cackling, altering the quiet atmosphere of the hall into boisterous mirth. Lucius always had that absolutely pale complexion. But that day, his skin was perfectly colored red. So red, it would seem to be that his skin was poured over and covered with blood.
He fixed his eyes at the people sitting by the front end of the Gryffindor table, who were completely ignoring the fiasco that was currently happening. He marched furiously towards them, disregarding the students' fits of laughter; however, occasionally glaring at some of those he passed by.
He stood sternly by the front end of the table looking at James Potter and Remus Lupin by his left and Sirius Black and Peter Pettigrew by his right. They were talking animatedly about nonsense when he, finally aggravated by their perfect demonstration of lack of awareness of his presence, leaned over the table, his head blocked James' and Sirius' views of each other. With this, the hall returned to its quiet surroundings. Only this time, even more silent than from the start.
He looked straight into James' eyes. "Potter…" he hissed furiously.
The four Gryffindors leaned back… then started to laugh. Lucius stood back up, his face still perfectly indifferent.
"Good morning, Malfoy!" James greeted Lucius rather cheerily, complete with a wide grin plastered across his face. He looked at Malfoy for a couple of seconds from head to toe. "What's the matter? You look a little…" he pursed his lips in mock pity "…flushed."
James' friends sniggered in amusement.
"Oh, you think you're so funny, eh?" Lucius retaliated, smirking annoyingly at the four of them. He shot back at James with narrow threatening eyes. "Well, let me tell you that right at this very moment, you just dug up your own grave a little more deeper."
James snorted. The look of Lucius' face was making more impact on him than the look on Lucius' face. "You know what they say…" he shrugged. "…it's never too early to think of your future." Lucius narrowed his eyes even more on him. "Too bad I won't be able to see myself using it."
This time, it was Sirius' turn to laugh boisterously. "What?"
"Shut up, you piece of scum!" Lucius hollered at Sirius in a split second after Sirius opened his mouth. His gaze turned back to James, who he was pretty sure put the curse on him. "Reverse this bloody curse right now or I'll make sure that you will regret this for the rest of your life."
James stood up commandingly before Lucius, towering him. He looked at his red complexion rather analytically. Then he sighed audibly as if all hope had faded. "As much as I want to," he started, "because looking at you right now is like a preview of HELL," he continued with so much emphasis on the word 'hell' like he was casting him back to where he supposedly came from, "I did not cast any bloody curse on you," he finished with a laugh.
* * * * *
While all of these were going on, Lily Evans was eating breakfast with her friends, Kiara, Toni, and Vince. They were sitting far enough from James and his cohorts to keep from overhearing their conversation but not too far enough to ignore what was going on by that end of the Gryffindor table.
"I don't believe this." Kiara suddenly spoke out of nowhere making her friends look at her with puzzled expressions on their faces.
"What?" Toni asked lazily as if reading Kiara's mind saying 'ask me what I don't believe.'
Kiara's eyes were fixed on James who was arguing with Lucius. "Does James look any… different to any of you? He looks… cuter," she said turning to her friends for approval.
Toni rolled her eyes. "Or maybe that's because you haven't eaten enough breakfast."
Kiara sighed audibly, taking no satisfaction from her friend's remark. She then turned to Vince, who was sitting in front of her. "Vince—?"
"Alright, leave me out of this," Vince did not even let Kiara finish her sentence. He raised his hands to stop her and more of to shield himself. "I am not talking with you about a guy's cute piercing eyes, wide shoulders, or" he looked at her in the eyes "cute ass. I'm a guy. I don't talk about another guy… that way."
"All I'm saying…"
Vince ignored her and turned to Lily, who was sitting beside him, instead. "Lily…" he groaned for help.
Lily, who was quietly eating her breakfast, trying to stay out of the conversation as much as possible, raised an eyebrow at Vince. She rolled her eyes and then took a glance at James' direction just to suit Kiara. "He's same old James," she concluded casually, complete with a shrug of 'I don't really care.'
Kiara looked at Lily funny. "Same old James that you used to be in love with since the day you first stepped onto the floors of Hogwarts?" she teased, smiling mischievously at her friend.
Lily's eyes widened at Kiara. She looked around her to see if anyone heard her. Even Vince stopped minding his own business to watch at and to listen to Lily's reaction.
Lily forced out a fake laugh. "Used to," she said with a tone of finality. "The keywords are 'used to' and it wasn't love. Besides, everybody knows that, Kiara. And everybody knows that's not true anymore."
But Kiara looked at her with eyes saying, 'I don't think so.'
Lily Evans, that pretty redhead from a Muggle family who was consistently in the honor roll, became the subject of teasing when everybody found out about her petty attraction on James Potter, that cute boy with the unruly brown hair, chocolate colored eyes and those round glasses.
The attraction died even before their first year in Hogwarts had ended. James found out about it and his head swelled like an oversized Quaffle – always smiling mischievously at her, batting his eyes like he caught some dirt in them, and most of all, annoyingly tugging strands of her hair or the sleeves of her robes every time he got near her – which turned off Lily like a lamp light. After which, she was just plain ticked off so easily by James.
"I dunno about you but the last thing I am is in love with James," Lily insisted, an eyebrow raised at Kiara.
"How come?" Kiara said, disappointedly. She looked intently back at James.
* * * * *
The heat between James and Lucius had accelerated that Sirius had to confess his share in Malfoy's bloody complexion.
"Alright!" Sirius exclaimed, standing up. He walked to them then, quite proudly, he declared, "I! Own the grave!"
Lucius stopped arguing with James, aiming an evil glare at Sirius.
Sirius stood in between the two of them, facing Lucius. An amused smile was plastered on his face. "Look," he started, trying to sound reasonable. "It was only a practical joke…" he batted his eyes to annoy Malfoy even more "it didn't mean to cause any harm…"
Lucius, feeling defeated but still fighting, looked at Sirius grimly from head to feet. "You're PATHETIC," he said conclusively, before he marched off to the Slytherin table.
"Well, at least I don't look like a lowly creature raised from hell!" Sirius hollered at Lucius' back.
Everyone in the hall started laughing again.
* * * * *
Lily watched as all of it happened. She, then, turned to Kiara and answered how come she was the last person to be attracted to James Potter. "Because James and his twin are like the two most immature living creatures ever placed on the face of the earth?"
Kiara shrugged. "Well, that's about the most mature you can get out of a seventeen-year-old guy who leads the pack of trouble-makers in school."
* * * * *
It was quiet in the Head Prefects Room. For Lily, it was the best place to do her schoolwork, study for exams, or even just read a book. As Head Girl, she was frequent in the room, loving every minute that she spent there because most of the time it was… James-less – that meant that the flickering of the fire in the hearth, the flipping of the pages of the books and her breathing are the only sounds to be heard in the room.
Although James was made Head Boy, for God knows what reason, as Lily thought, he was never frequent in the Head Prefects Room since he was always busy exploring the 'great outdoors' – in ordinary human language, the girls.
The room was furnished simply with two couches in front of the fireplace, with a coffee table in between; a small, four-person round table near the window, to the right of the fireplace; and loads of shelves where boxes and boxes of old things, like decorations or props, were stored.
Lily was quietly doing an assignment by the round table. Her back was at the door so the only thing she could see were the table, the books and parchment, and the wall. Time after time, she would look out the window to her left to think about the assignment.
While she was busy finishing her work, James entered the room, noiselessly, and crept up to her. He greeted her by tickling her at the waist and a, "Hi ya, there, Lily!"
Lily, startled, straightened up in her seat and flashed an irritated look on her face that was exclusively for-James Potter-only. "James, what the hell?!"
James pulled up a chair and sat close to her. "What's the matter? You seem a little… jumpy," he said, smiling a smile that he always used to charm the girls of Hogwarts – unfortunately, never worked on Lily Evans. She did not respond but shot him a get-out-of-my-sight look. He, then, tugged a strand of her hair that got free from the tuck behind her ears. "Why are you so cross every time you see me?"
Lily, rolled her eyes and looked at him, annoyed. "Oh, I dunno. Maybe it's because you're just so darn adorable," she said sarcastically. James smirked at her but was still not going anywhere. He started playing with the sleeve of her shirt. She pulled away, now completely exasperated. "Stop touching me!" she snapped. "What are you doing here anyway? Aren't you supposed to be out there looking for a girl to fall helplessly in love with you?"
James let go of her and his face lit up. "That is not such a bad idea!" he said, flashing another one of those smiles at Lily. "Anyway, that reminds me I have a date tonight." He paused, then his tone became rather somber. "So, what are you doing tonight?"
Lily took a sudden look at James, curious. "W-why w-what w-why is that any of your business?"
"Nothing," James answered with a shrug. "It's just like everyone has been pairing up and you… well… frankly, it's really a pity seeing you alone in here every Friday night."
Lily raised an eyebrow, suddenly remembering what a complete insensitive creature that person sitting next to her was. "You think I can't get a date," she said, more of conclusive than a question.
James straightened up, suddenly aware of what he had just done. "I did not say that."
"You think I'm so pathetic that I can't get a date?" Lily said, her tone hurt.
"I did not say that," James said, now panicking on Lily's reaction. He knew that he annoyed her all the time, but the one thing he did not know was where to stop. And, apparently, the damage was done.
Lily gathered her things, stood up, and looked menacingly at James. "James Potter, you are such a prick!" she declared firmly, before she turned her heel and walked out the door, leaving a regretful James behind.
* * * * *
After classes, James looked for Lily around the school. She never talked to him all day even when they were paired in Potions class earlier. He tried looking for her in the Head Prefects Room again but there was no sign of her. His last option was to go to her friends and tell them that – she was mad with him because of him… again. He hurried inside the Common Room where Toni and Vince were doing their homework.
"Have you seen Lily?" he asked them, trying to sound casual. "I've been looking for her all afternoon."
"Try the head prefects room," Toni answered.
"She's not there."
"But she said she's going to be stuck there all night doing her essay for Potions."
"Anyway, James," uttered Vince. "She doesn't need any of your pranks right now. She doesn't even want to talk to us when she needs to concentrate."
James suddenly became defensive. "I-I do… NOT… play practical jokes on her!" he exclaimed, more of convincing himself than them. He sat beside Toni and said, "Besides, even when I do she's a real sport about it."
Toni rolled her eyes. "James… why don't you just go and… do things people like you do?" she said, sounding annoyed by his presence.
James looked at her with his puppy-dog eyes, apparently an introduction to say 'poor me' because of what he was about to say. "Lily's angry with me."
Toni raised her eyebrows, a reaction James least expected. "Aah… figures," she said to Vince.
"What did you do?" Vince suddenly said, warningly.
"Nothing!" James instantly cried out, defensively. "She just walked out on me."
Toni, possessing that streak of sarcasm with her just like her friend, looked at James and said, "Yeah… you know what? She does that a lot. Walking out on people without any reason at all."
Vince shot another warning look at James. "James, what happened?"
"Nothing," James sighed. "Anyway, Vince, you're a good man. Knowing that, I wouldn't do anything to your dear Lily." And without saying another word, he departed the common room, leaving Toni and Vince puzzled by what he just said.
Toni, still flashing a look of confusion, turned to look suspiciously at Vince and asked for an answer.
"I dunno what he's talking about," Vince automatically said.
* * * * *
James still tried to look for Lily after he looked in the common room but she seemed to have disappeared that he could not find her anywhere. Until night came and he finally gave up – because he was going to shower some mischief around the school with his friends.
In one of the halls of the school, he pretended to be making rounds as part of Head Boy duty, when he heard Filch coming toward him.
"'Evening, Filch," James said, with a salute, apparently trying to hide something.
Filch raised his gaslight to look at the loiterer more clearly. And though he recognized it as James Potter, he said, "Seems to be too late at night to be strolling around the castle."
"Just ordered two Slytherins to sleep a second ago," James lied like a professional liar he was to Filch. However, Filch narrowed his eyes at him suspiciously. "Look, I'm Head Boy," James said, showing his badge to Filch.
But Filch would not listen. "You should be all tucked up in your tower right now, or I'd have you in detention for sneaking around."
"James Potter, eh?"
Just when Filch was about to say something again, a soft rush of cold breeze ran through the back of his neck. He turned around, waving his gaslight in front of him. "Who's there?"
"You can't see me…" answered an eerie voice. Then it laughed menacingly.
With that, Filch forgot all about James and walked into the dark yelling the name of Hogwart's resident poltergeist, "Peeves!"
When Filch was nowhere to be found anymore, Sirius emerged from under James' Invisibility Cloak laughing hysterically. "Ladies and gentlemen, the astounding Sirius Black," he declared quite proudly, bowing to an imagined audience. "Thank you. Thank you."
* * * * *
James and Sirius ran into the empty common room, laughing. Peter and Remus had apparently been waiting for them for quite some time.
"What took you so long?" Peter asked as the two came into the portrait hole. "Where have you been?"
"Sorry," Sirius began. "Filch caught James when he slid off the Cloak. You should've seen Filch's face. It was so contorted with anger," he narrated, while laughing in between.
Sirius was still busy narrating their little adventure with much gusto, when just then, Lily walked into the room quietly. She was carrying a couple of books, under some parchment, and her inkbottle and pen at the top – looking tired.
Remus was the first one to see her come in. "Lily," he greeted. And it sent the other three Gryffindor boys to silence.
Lily looked up and smiled at him. "Hi."
James, the moment he heard her name spoken, then her voice, spun around and spread his arms as if to give her a hug. "Lily!" he called out, cheerily. "I've been looking all over for you!" But Lily just smirked at him, apparently still angry. And still, he had to ask, "You're still not mad with me, are you?"
Lily did not say a word, she continued walking and glared at him angrily.
Sirius shook his head, realizing that James could not get a clue on Lily even to save his life. He sat down on the couch beside the fire and uttered, "James. James. James. Tsk tsk tsk."
James got confused. "What?" he asked Sirius, who only looked at him then to Remus, "What?" who only shrugged.
"Say…" Lily finally said, looking at James with narrow eyes. "Don't you have any dungbombs to plant? Or skin to turn into green?"
She looked at him, who for once was actually out of words to say. "Maybe," she continued, "apologies to ask or better yet—get yourself a huge cauldron and boil yourself in it," she finally erupted, with eyes wide with annoyance.
James looked at her with doll-like eyes, which she only smirked at. "What? Do you have something in your eyes?" she said.
Finally, James got the point and turned serious. "Alright," he began. "Look, I'm sorry—"
"You didn't mean it?" Lily finished for him, gnashing her teeth, complete with a raised eyebrow.
James groaned. "I swear—"
"James…" Lily interrupted him again and then brought out her last unforgiving remarks in the calmest manner as possible. "Good night. Have a nice dream… pray that you'll wake up tomorrow," she said, her voice commanding the end of the conversation. And quite satisfied with the expression of hopelessness on James' face, she spun around and left the room straight up to the girls' dormitories.
i'm not trying to avoid you... just don't wanna hear your voice... -- lene marlin, "sitting down here"
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