Disclaimer: Me?! Own Harry Potter? Now, that's just silly.
It was a beautiful autumn day as I took a morning walk around the Black Lake. As the orange, yellow, and red fall leaves drifted onto my coat, they seemed to blend in with my fiery red hair. I loved my morning walks. It was such a relief to be alone, especially without the company of—
“Potter! What are you doing here?” I know you’re probably thinking, ‘Jeez, she’s quite the snappy one. What reason does she have to be inclined to yell at that perfectly innocent boy sitting under a beech tree?’ Well I have plenty reasons, my friend. So many reasons, they’re coming out my ears. Reasons-a-plenty. Reasons galore! Okay, ‘reasons’ doesn’t sound like a word anymore…but that’s beside the point! This ‘innocent boy’ is not so innocent. Far from it. James Potter is the reason I lost faith in the male species. Alright, I’ll explain my reasoning before you start pulling your hair out.
James Potter just started off on the wrong foot with me from day one. Well, it wasn’t actually our first day at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, it was probably our…I don’t know, maybe the second week, but you see what I—it’s a figure of speech, okay?! Anyways, I was leaving Transfiguration one day when I noticed some people from my year gathered in a circle. Not interested in whatever that was happening, I was about to just walk around the crowd to my next class, Charms. That’s when I noticed that my friend Severus Snape was one of the kids in the middle of the circle. Two other black-haired boys were opposite him, pointing and laughing.
The boy with glasses nudged his friend. “Sirius, look at his hair. Do you think he knows what shampoo is?” Both kids doubled over in fits of laughter. Severus glared at Bespectacled Boy, both nostrils fully flared.
Then the boy named Sirius, wiping tears from his eyes, said “Jeez! He sure has a nose on him, doesn’t he, James?” Sirius left James to his cackling and turned to Severus. “Don’tcha, Snivellus?”
This made James fall all the way to the floor. “HA! Snivellus! That’s a good one! I think that one’s a keeper, Sirius!”
I couldn’t handle this anymore. I wasn’t going to watch these two sadistic bullies humiliate my friend any longer. I pushed my way through the crowd until I was also in the opening. I attempted an authoritative voice like Professor McGonagall’s. Obviously, I forgot I was no good with crowds. “Hey!” Crap. That was far from authoritative. That sounded like…a mouse. A mouse with throat cancer. Even so, it did catch their attention. James finally regained his dignity and got off the floor and cleared his throat. “Um…hi?”
They both looked confused as to why I was addressing them. Suddenly, I lost the tiny bit of courage I already had. I just wanted to flee to Gryffindor Tower and never show my face again. Okay, that was a little dramatic. But then I took one look at Sev’s face. There was a mixture of emotions displayed there: humility, misery, but most of all, anger. I assumed the angry female pose: Hands on hips, thumbs pointed outward, and one leg cocked to the side. “Leave him alone! Who gives you the right to treat him like that?!” This time, there was nothing I could do to stop my voice from echoing off the walls.
They were definitely caught off guard. Sirius was the first to recover. “Well, no one. But someone has to do it, right?” He glanced around at the crowd for back up. Some people chortled, a few nodded. Then I noticed that the boy named James was still staring at me as if he’d never seen anything like me in his entire life.
“What are you staring at?” I growled the question.
“Who are you?” The query sounded more curious than demanding.
“Lily Evans, will you go out with me?” A wide smirk spread across his face and lit up his hazel eyes.
So there you have it. Ever since that day, I have hated every bone, organ, and tendon in James Potter’s body. He makes it his life’s goal to be noticed by everyone either by messing up his hair every five minutes to make it look like he just got off his broom, or by hexing Slytherins in the corridors. Yes, I know, no one likes the Slytherins, but still, they don’t deserve that. Most of the time. Okay, some of the time.
Alright, back to the present. You may be thinking, ‘Huh? What’s going on?’ Here’s a little recap. “Potter! What are you doing here?”
He looked up at me from the shade of his beech tree. “I believe I have every right to be here, thank you very much.”
“That’s what I thou—” Okay, he got me there. I guess I did jump his case a little. Then I noticed a small book in his hands. My heart leapt to my throat, the blood pounded in my ears. This wasn’t the first time this happened. A deep growl rose in my chest. I swear, sometimes people probably think I’m half lion or something. “POTTER! WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH MY DIARY?!” In a fit of rage, I dove forward and tackled him to the ground. Potter, not used to this, became dazed and his hold on the book was slackened. I snatched it from him and flipped it open furiously. Wait a second—since when do I draw pictures in my diary? And even if I would draw pictures in my diary, why would they be of me? I started to examine them closer. One of me by the Gryffindor fireplace. Me in History of Magic. Me studying at the library. Me walking along the Black Lake.
“Care to explain yourself?”
He answered me in a sort of sing-song voice. This confused me. Shouldn’t he be fearing my wrath right now? “Can I tell you something?”
“I think you’ll understand.”
“Oh, you better hope I do.”
“I want to hold your hand.”
“Ugh, when don’t you?”
“And when I touch you I feel happy inside…”
“Sick! Potter, what is your problem?!” I looked down and noticed I was still on top of him, almost straddling him. “Ugh!” I immediately rolled off of him—and onto my bedroom floor. I laid there and groaned for a while, while the Beatles blared from my alarm clock.
“Unnh…owww.” I didn’t feel like getting up to turn the alarm off, so I just yanked on the cord and unplugged it. “Freaking Beatles…turning my dreams into nightmares…” Lately I had been having a lot of dreams about Hogwarts. But none of them, until now, featured James Potter. That was just unexpected. Oh well. At least the Beatles woke me up before Dream-James could pull a fast one. Deciding lying on my hard wooden floor wasn’t supposed to be on my agenda for today, I dragged myself up and navigated my way through what seemed like hundreds of boxes to my bathroom. It was a miracle I hadn’t landed on any when I fell off my bed. Sorry, you’re probably thinking, ‘What? Does she have some weird fascination with cardboard or something? What a fruitcake…’ No, my family and I are actually getting ready to move out of our house. You see, my dad was transferred. He was offered a better job in a town called Godric’s Hollow. I’m actually quite excited for the move, because there are some wizarding families that live in Godric’s Hollow, including my best friend Joanna Abaline.
Joanna is the best. I don’t know what I’d do without her. First of all, my rotted body would be decaying on the bottom of the Black Lake right about now. Maybe even being defiled by the giant squid, who knows? As we crossed the lake to Hogwarts in little (unsafe) boats, I thought I saw some huge sea monster swimming underneath us. And yes, I am aware that the Black Lake is indeed a lake, not the sea. But ‘sea monster’ sounds better than ‘lake monster’. You can’t argue that. So, I decided to take a closer look at this sea monster and leaned farther over the side of the boat and fell out. Joanna, being the brave psycho she is, went in after me and released me from the determined clutches of the Giant Squid. So, naturally, we’ve been best friends ever since.
After I got done taking a shower and eating breakfast, I went back to my room to finish packing all of my stuff. When I was finally about done, I heard a knock at my door.
“Come in,” I called.
My mum poked her head into my room. “Almost done packing?”
“Yeah, pretty much.”
“You got all your magical stuff? Got your broom thingy?”
“Mum, I don’t have a ‘broom thingy’. I despise flying. You know I hate heights.”
She nodded vaguely. “Well, finish up; we’re leaving in about five minutes.” She heaved a deep sigh and ran a hand down my doorframe. “Oh, I’m going to miss this house…”
I sighed too. I’d been trying not to think about never seeing this house again. I’ve lived here my whole life. It almost felt like we were leaving so many memories behind that were attached to this house. “Yeah, I will too…but it’s for the better. Just think, soon Dad’ll be rakin’ in the dough.”
“Yeah, you’re right. I’ll stop depressing you and let you pack.” She gave me one last sad look, turned, and left.
As I zipped up my very last suitcase, I heard a horde of rhinos stampede up the stairs. Well, that’s what it sounded like. It was obviously my older sister Petunia. I knew this because this happens on many occasions.
“Freak, would you hurry up? We’ve been waiting for like ten minutes.” Total exaggeration. Mum just told me we were leaving in five minutes.
I’ve gotten used to taking my sister’s crap. Ever since I got my acceptance letter to Hogwarts when I was eleven, she has hated me and everything associated with me. It wasn’t always like this though. Before I found out I was a witch, we were the best of friends. We did everything together: play at the park, Barbies, cops and robbers…all that kid stuff. I’m not sure if her hate originates from fear or humiliation of having an unnatural sister…but sometimes I wonder if jealousy is the root.
“Tuney, I’m done packing. Calm down, you’ll get wrinkles.” I somehow managed to pick up my three suitcases and made my way for the door.
Petunia was practically snarling. “Don’t call me that.” ‘Tuney’ was always my nickname for her, but these days she wasn’t very fond of it.
“Whatever,” I sighed. “Let’s just go.” We both headed downstairs, and out of the house where our parents were waiting. They were staring up at the house, as if they were trying to engrave it in their memories. Okay, this was starting to get ridiculous. “Mum, dad…if this is really affecting you so much, just buy the friggin’ house back. Jeez.”
They shook themselves out of their reverie, looked at each other, and got into the car. After securing my luggage in the trunk, I did the same. With that, we left our old home behind, and started towards Godric’s Hollow.
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