Summer Surprise

Disclaimer – I own nothing. It's all JK Rowling's. I should have added this earlier, but as pointed out by someone, this story has been greatly inspired by Molly Raesly's Boyfriend. The plot idea is similar, as you can tell by the summary, but as the story progresses, it becomes completely different. So I request you give this story a chance because apart from a few of the first chapters, the story is nothing alike to Molly Raesly's amazing work.

Oh and another thing, the writing in the first few chapters is really just…bleh. I've gone back and tried to improve it as much as I could, but I don't know. And you can clearly tell the improvement by the time the story ends. So really, it's not just a huge blob of grammatical errors. You've been warned. Now you can go ahead.

The Wake-up Call

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What the hell is that–?

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Whatever, maybe it'll stop on its own and I can go back to sleep.

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Never mind. Bad Idea. I'll just have to shut it.


"Bloody Freaking Ow!" I shriek and sit up, grumpily frowning at the rapidly forming bruise on my palm.

I, Lily Marie Evans, 17 years old, attending Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, am not a morning person! And since I've always made sure everyone knows that fact...

"Who on earth put this monster of an alarm clock in my room?" I bellow out loud, making sure all the neighbors hear me because no one has a right to sleep while I have been awoken so cruelly.

Knock! Knock!

"What?" I scream at whoever is outside my room.

The door opens and reveals my horse-like sister, Petunia, who looks like she has just swallowed something extremely bitter. Petunia Evans is the most control-freak, annoying, rude, and thick-headed sister one could have.

I mean, seriously, who breaks off their friendship with the most smart, charming, funny, caring, incredibly talented….Sorry, got a bit carried away there. Anyway, as I was saying, who in their right mind would break off their friendship with a lovely sister as me just because they found out that said sister was a talented witch?

Petunia crosses her arms across her chest and look down at me like dirt under shoes. She wrinkles her nose - she doesn't know it makes her look like a horse even more - and says, "God, Lily. Will you stop screaming? I am sure the entire street has heard you by now."

I narrow my eyes at her suspiciously. "You put this bloody alarm clock in here, didn't you?"

"So what if I did?"


"What? Lily, its eight in the morning and everyone else is up. Why the hell shouldn't you be?"

"Eight?" I splutter disbelievingly. "Why did you wake me up at bloody eight o'clock?"

Petunia smirks at me evilly and replies, "Mum asked me to wake you up, so I did."

Feeling my blood boiling inside me, I stare at my mentally challenged sister incredulously. It is bad enough that I have to wake up at seven every morning when I am at Hogwarts. But having to wake up at any time before eleven at my own house is something I won't tolerate.

I mean its summer, for Merlin's sake! Why wake up so early?

"Mum asked you put this bleeding alarm clock in my room? Are you serious?" I ask her shrilly.

"Not directly, no. She just asked me to wake you up. It's better to let the alarm-clock do the job rather than getting kicked by your fat legs." Petunia replies, pretending to examine her shocking pink fingernails in a bored manner.

"Well, it's doing nothing other ruining my morning! And I do not have fat legs! It's you who looks malnourished, Petunia." I shout hysterically.

"You're so rude in the morning, you know that right?" She asks calmly.

I don't know why, but her saying this makes me feel a little guilty for shouting. Gah! I'm too nice for my own good...

"Well you're the reason for it," I retort, albeit a bit more gently.

"Let me tell you something, freak; I am not dying to see your face early in the morning every day." Petunia says, going slightly red in the face.

There you go. That's what you get for being gentle. Ugh. My headache, bruised palm and boiling anger are not helping my frustration.

"Why did you wake me up then?" I ask with an attempt to keep my voice steady.

"'Cause Mum asked me to. Didn't I tell you that already? You have a horrible memory."

I bite my lip so hard to control my anger that moments later, I feel blood pool into my mouth. Great, let's add that to the list of reasons for why this is turning out to be a horrible morning, shall we?

"Listen Tuney, just tell me why Mum wanted you to wake me up," I ask her, resisting the urge of whipping out my wand and hexing her off the planet.

"Because she is going to one of her kitty-parties and Dad's not home. She wants us both to be up while she is gone so that we can take care of the house. And do not call me Tuney; I am not ten anymore, Lily!" Petunia says, stomping her foot like a child. Merlin, the irony of her statement and action is incredible!

"Petunia? Is Lily up, honey?" Mum calls from the kitchen, "I have to leave now. Lily, are you up?"

"Yeah Mum, you go on." I reply lazily.

After hearing the front door close shut, Petunia glares at me one last time before turning on her heels and stomping out of my room, haughtily. I snort at her retreating figure. I wasn't craving your presence either, you know!

Slowly and grumpily, I rise from my bed and enter the bathroom. But definitely not before taking revenge on the alarm clock by breaking it. That serves you right, you little monster!

The reflection I find in the mirror requires everything I have to not scream at. My back-length crimson hair looks like a bundle of rope that has been knotted wherever possible and then left on my head. My face looks as pale as porcelain and my hideous alien green eyes are still groggy with sleep.

Splendid, I look like a five foot six inch poodle with red hair, a sleepy mind and a bad temper. Just great! Exactly what I need right now to make me feel better.

As I continue staring at the mirror, I start wondering why people argue and try to convince me that I am a gorgeous girl with everything a guy wants and a girl envies. 'Cause honestly, I really don't think that they see me properly. In the name of Merlin, which girl that has her genetics attacked by Christmas looks gorgeous? Certainly not me. In fact, I've always believed that if you think something is ugly, then you should say it outright. Otherwise, it can lead to a lot of misconceptions. Take my darling sister's boyfriend for example; I'm sure no one's ever told him exactly how much he resembles a walrus. And look how conceited and arrogant it has turned him.

Uh...on second thoughts, it's Vernon Dursley. So I can't be certain that he wasn't born with that pride and that horrifying mustache.

Any who, I am pretty convinced that when people say that my green eyes are entrancing and my red hair is captivating, it's all just a huge load of bull shit they come up with on the spot. Because after living with myself for seventeen years, there is only one conclusion I've reached; my eyes are like ones of an alien and my hair looks like one of a poodle's, just red. End of story. No more discussion.

Releasing a huge sigh at my scary reflection one last time, I brush my teeth and step into the shower. After scrubbing my body for half an hour, excluding the bruised palm, I wash my hair with my lilac-scented shampoo for another fifteen minutes before finally turning off the water. Wrapping myself in a towel, I magically dry my hair - thank Merlin I can use magic outside school now - and carefully brush it to get rid of the knots before tying it into a high and neat ponytail.

After stepping out of the bathroom, I make my way across the hall and into my room. Opening the wardrobe and scanning it quickly, I fish out a pair of shorts and one of my dad's old t-shirts - loose, baggy and comfortable. Perfect! - and put them on.

After I check myself in the mirror and apply very light make-up so that my abnormal red eyelashes turn black, I skip down the stairs, acutely aware of the fact that my shirt is hiding my denim shorts, making it look like I am not wearing anything under it. Ah! Who gives a damn? It's not as if someone's gonna barge in the house right?

As I notice the greenish-blue bruise in my palm while pouring the cereal, I make a mental note to apply first-aid later and make sure that the world is free from alarm clocks when I am an adult who is capable of bringing a change in the world. I carry my bowl of cereal and a glass of orange juice to the counter and peacefully enjoy my breakfast.


"Lily, I am going to meet Vernon at his house and won't be back till evening. Mum will return by afternoon though. And why the hell are you wearing that? It makes you look half-naked!" Petunia says, wrinkling her nose in distaste.

I roll my eyes at her before setting down my glass of juice and replying, "No one's here other than us, Petunia. Who cares what I wear? Anyway it's none of your business what I - "

Wait...what did she say before that? She can't just leave the house to go and have fun with the Walrus. Though I doubt they know what fun is. But that's beside the point.

"No, wait wait wait. What else did you say? How can you just leave?" I ask her. "I thought you said Mum wants us both to take care of the house?"

"Oh c'mon, Lily, just because you don't have a boyfriend, and will never have one, may I add, doesn't mean no one else is supposed to enjoy their time." Petunia says with an impatient expression on her face.

"What makes you think I don't have a boyfriend?" I retort, crossing my arms across my chest and getting up from the chair. I don'thave a boyfriend. But Petunia doesn't know that so how can she just assume, right?

"Really? So do you have one then?" She asks with wide eyes as if she can't possibly believe the fact.

Who does she think I am? Her walrus of a boyfriend's female version? Of course I can have a boyfriend.

"Yeah I do," I answer without realizing what I am doing. "In fact, practically the whole female population of our school swoons over him."

As soon as the words are out of my mouth, the image of two jerks instantly pop into my head without warning;

1. Sirius 'Ladies man' Black, as he likes to call himself, has long and perfect hair that falls over his eyes, giving him a bad-boy look. Girls practically worship the ground he walks on. I won't deny that he is extraordinarily hot and cute and that his grey, mysterious eyes give him a mischievous look to go with his attitude. But attitude; that's exactly the problem. He is play boy number one and is known for not having a girlfriend that lasts more than two weeks. Not to mention that his 'I-am-so-great-and-mighty-nature' doesn't really put him on a high level of respect in my mind. Pompous, Prankster, Pig-headed prat who helps his best-mate ruin the life of yours truly. That's who Sirius Black is.

Ah...that brings me to the next person on my list -

2. James 'Arrogant' Potter, as I like to call him, has an infuriating mop of unruly hair that never knows how to lie flat. He has pair of hazel eyes that are - Ugh, Fine! I'll admit it - gorgeous and dreamy that are hidden under wire-rimmed glasses. I'll also admit that he is not that bad-looking...Oh, alright! he's pretty cute. But the day I admit that publicly will never come 'cause I'll be dead. I don't even know where to start with his problems - he's an arrogant, conceited, annoying toerag who has an ego the size of an ocean. The boy is a complete git who doesn't get the simple message that a girl doesn't want to go out with him. Now that I'm finally on the point, I'll tell you the rest of it as well; James Potter has been chasing after me for the past four years and won't bloody get the message that I could never go out with a prick like him. I mean, why should I? I haven't had a boyfriend since third year that lasted more than a week. I know, I know - It's worse than Black's record. But the only reason I haven't had one is because of James Bloody Potter. You see, he thinks that it's oh-so-amusing to hunt down and prank the life out of anyone who dares to make a move on me other than him. So please excuse me while I don't fall at his feet like the other bints at Hogwarts.

Anyway, back to the matter at hand - I'd rather die than date either one of those conceited prats.

"God Lily, you're such a liar," Petunia's voice breaks me out of my train of thoughts. I snap my attention back to my sister to find her eyes narrowed in an accusing glare and her lips pursed tightly.

"And why would you say that?" I ask with a raised eyebrow.

"Because…because you never told us about him and you never brought him home."

Oh, shit...she can actually think.

"Well, we recently got together and I didn't get time to tell as I just came yesterday." I reply, inwardly praising myself for my ability to lie smoothly.

"Well, then, what's his name?" Petunia persists, pressuring me to no end.

Oh hell. Okay, Lily...don't panic. There are thousands of blokes at Hogwarts. Just give her any's not like she's gonna find out anyway.

"James Potter." I say before my brain even processes what my mouth utters.

Holy Crap! So much for going with any name.

To be continued...

AN - Hey guys...this is my first fanfic so I am hoping that everyone can write reviews and tell me how to improve my writing. I will keep updating every chance I get and I am gonna try and make the story as interesting as possible. Thanks. Love you guys