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Author's Note: I have never written a Lily/James fic before so I decided to try my hand at it. Please let me know what you think.
The basic summary is as follows and may not follow the information provided in the Harry Potter series:
The story is set when Lily is in her seventh year at Hogwarts. James is a year older and has returned to Hogwarts as a professor. They have been sworn enemies from as far back as when Lily was a fourth year and since then nothing has changed…hope you like!
Why me? That's what I always ask myself when anything goes wrong. And right now, something is definitely wrong. Did I do something in a previous life that means everything bad has to happen to me? Did Severus Snape place some curse on me? It could certainly explain why I, Lily Evans, upon embarking the Hogwarts Express at the start of my seventh year at Hogwarts, discovered that arrogant and ex-fellow Gryffindor, James Potter, was indeed back at Hogwarts after graduating the previous year.
You may ask why this was such a terrible thing. I mean James Potter is not that bad looking, even I will admit to that. With unruly black hair, charming hazel eyes and at times a winsome smile, there is nothing really objectionable about his appearance.
No, you have to look past that façade and at the real Potter, the real person lurking beneath the surface to understand what he really is. This James is rude, conceited, arrogant and bent on making my life hell.
Well I can certainly tell you something…it's working!
Ever since I was in fourth year and he was in fifth, we have hated each other with a passion. It's the only thing we ever agree on – disagreeing. Oh, and also the reason it all started…we never discuss that too…
But anyway, back to when I boarded the Hogwarts Express.
It was a sunny day, the birds were chirping and there was not a single dark cloud in the sky. I was feeling great. I was looking forward to being reunited with my two closest friends (both Gryffindors like me) Rose Banks and Trina Lyons. I was certainly relieved that I would not have to spend any more time with my dreadful sister Petunia (she's almost as bad as James, if that could be possible).
I was running late that day and ran along the station, huffing as I boarded the train and thrust my ticket at the inspector who examined it and after what seemed like an eternity, let me go and find a compartment.
I was looking for my friends and opened a few compartments, seeing if they were in any of them.
I had no idea that what I would find in the first compartment that I looked in would cause such horror as I have never known.
I turned the golden knob of the door and poked my head through, surveying the room. Nobody was there except for James Potter. I went back out but then realised what I had just seen and ran back to the door, checking that I was not hallucinating.
Much to my dismay, that is.
James Potter, former Hogwarts Quidditch Captain and Head Boy, was looking back up at me from where he was comfortably seated with a huge grin on his face.
"Hello Evans, long time no see. Why the long face?" he smirked wickedly and I had to restrain myself from punching him.
"I think you know very well that you are the reason for my 'long face', you arrogant jerk. I thought that you had left Hogwarts last year. Or did you fail too many classes and you now have to stay back a year?" I taunted, my green eyes flashing.
I was so mad, though I knew that what I was saying was ridiculous. All of Hogwarts had attended the graduating ceremony, including me, and I had seen Potter graduate so I knew that he had to have passed all his classes. Also, Potter, I will grudgingly admit, is smart (unlike a few numbskull males such as his friend Sirius Black).
James's face darkened. "You know Evans, you haven't changed one bit. Still the grouchy, ugly and above all, dateless, girl from last year. And for your information, I passed all my classes last year."
I inwardly fumed. "Potter, you're a real bastard you know that. I wouldn't talk about me that way, you should look at yourself. I have never seen anybody so- moody- and-and so- um-ugly-"
Potter threw back his head and laughed. It was an irritatingly musical sound that gave me the urge to wrap my hands around his neck and throttle him.
"See, you can't even say it because you know its not true." He taunted and continued laughing.
I stamped my foot on the red-carpeted floor and let out a cry of frustration. This caused the git to laugh even harder.
"Oh you do make me laugh Evans, you really do."
I clenched my fists and stalked out of the compartment, unwilling to be tormented anymore, and slammed the door shut behind me.
It was only then that I realised I had not discovered the reason as to Potter going back to Hogwarts.
I soon found my friends, Rose and Trina, in another compartment. Both of them noticed my flushed face and my red hair in disarray from having pulled at it in my anger.
"Are you okay?" Rose, a petite brunette, asked with concern evident in her eyes.
"Oh fine. Just peachy." I snapped, causing both my friends to look at me startled.
I sighed. "I'm sorry guys, I didn't mean to be so bitchy. I'm usually not, it's just that I had a little encounter with the big bad wolf a few minutes ago and he managed to stir me up as usual." I apologised.
"Big bad wolf?" Trina, a robust blonde, asked in confusion.
"Potter. He's back at Hogwarts." I informed them almost reluctantly. Honestly, why me? Why did this have to happen to me?
"Potter? But why? He may be a complete prat but he certainly wasn't stupid." Trina commented.
"I know. I have no idea." I told them of my encounter with him and then said, "Him and his friends always pulled pranks on us. And now that we thought they were gone, one of the Marauders has now come back so we cannot even have a year of peace."
I nervously tapped my glasses. How many times had James and Co. teased me about having to wear them? Four eyes. Geek. Loser. Nerd. How many times had they called me those names? Too many times to count.
The Hogwarts Express travelled speedily along to Hogwarts, where I would then discover the horrifying truth of James's return.
"NO!" I wailed. "I can't believe it. I simply can't." I sat there on the bench, stunned, unwilling to believe what I had just heard. It was just after the sorting ceremony and an announcement had just been made that James Potter had returned to Hogwarts as a Professor. What was even more disturbing was that he was teaching charms – a subject of mine.
I was so distressed that I wouldn't have been surprised if the whole Hall could have heard me. Luckily, it was only the Gryffindor table that did.
Rose looked at me with pity. "At least you're good at charms." She tried to comfort me. It was no use.
I placed my head in my hands.
What was I going to do?
I could see James sitting there at the Head Table, looking pleased with himself as he surveyed the commotion of the students.
We unfortunately made eye contact. I glared at him. He smirked and raised his goblet to me in response. I prayed that he would choke and die.
I also prayed that I would be able to survive the year with Potter now that he was back at Hogwarts and as one of my teachers no less.
It's funny how on the whole, none of my wishes ever seem to come true.
A/N: So what do you think? I know its short but this is just to give you all a little taste of what the story is going to be like – next chapter will be at least twice as long. There will be more character and plot development next chapter. Please review and let me know what your thoughts are and any advice that you may have!