A/N-> Yay a new story! I was getting bored with my other ones so I thought I'd spice things up a bit and throw in a completely new chapter story. This fic isn't going to have too many chapters though...unless you guys really love it...lol. This is my new version of the character of Lily Evans. Hopefully you find her more human and more relate-able, (ya I made that up...). I appreciate that you clicked on the link and want to read the words that follow. Thanks to all! Enjoy...
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Ch1. I have a love/hate relationship with life
My life sucks.
Seriously though. If I were an amusement park, no one would want to come. Even if admission were free. And that would just be plain sad, wouldn’t it?
Now you’re probably thinking, ‘oh, my dear, it can’t be all that bad.’ Well get ready for an ‘I-told-you-so’ because I can pretty much clue you into my life in a few paragraphs and then you’ll see what I am referring to.
Now, before I start complaining, I might as well start by telling you some good things about my life. I guess I’m not that unfortunate looking for a sixteen-year-old girl. I mean, I get compliments on my hair and eyes mostly. But then again, those compliments are usually from a boy. And don’t make the mistake of thinking that boys, (as in plural), constantly are complimenting me here and there…because that would not be true. No. You see there’s this one boy from school who seems to be obsessed with me. It’s flattering of course, (I mean what sane teenage girl wouldn’t want a boy drooling over her, right?), but it’s getting out of control. And I mean like no other boys will dare come near me out of control. And this has been happening for years!
Oh look at that, I’ve begun complaining already. Funny how that happens.
Ok, well we’ll save that rant for another time because I haven’t seen the boy for almost a month now meaning he hasn’t been able to annoy me.
So this is me in a paragraph. Take notes.
No matter how much you think you know about me there will always be something you’ll never know. I’m an easy person to talk to. I admire people who live with an -i don’t care what people think about me- attitude. Im scared of commitment and the thought of forever throws me off the edge. I make horrible first impressions. I isolate myself from time to time just to read ‘Witch Weekly’. I wear make up because I want to; not cause I need to. I think too much for my own good. I’ve learned that people come and go, and the ones that have gone don’t always come back. I wish on every star that I could take back certain things. But my past has made me who I am. I guess. I don’t enjoy small talk and I hate when people change. Unless it's for the better. I keep only a few close friends but I love being around others. Nothing should be worth all your tears; pain is inevitable, (I sometimes forget this though). Once in while I'll write something without erasing it, (but only on a good day). I dream of the perfect fairytale but for now I’m taking it day by day. I have a love/hate relationship with life. Oh, and everyone at school pretty much labels me as some perfect prefect. They couldn't be further from the truth.
Pretty intense isn’t it? Well now you know my back-story.
So it’s summer.
Now usually that’s a good thing. Unless you’re trapped at home with the parents.
You’ve heard of the Adams Family, right? Now ok imagine that, add some plaid and sweater vests to the picture and you’ve pretty much got my dear old dad.
Yesterday he came home with a bright yellow and orange swimming suit that said ‘my family thinks I’m bright’ right across the…well, behind area.
Just no.
Needless to say, I offered to personally return it for him.
He laughed.
I mean, where does he get the right to laugh at me? His best daughter? Well, ok, that may not be true but I’m sticking with it. But that’s beside the point anyways. The point is that he laughed at me when I was speaking the God honest truth! Man, if the kids at school could see my father…well let’s just say that I would be eating my meals alone isolated from everyone. Everyone. Not even the boy would be complimenting my hair and eyes anymore. Yes, he is now being referred to as ‘the boy’.
I’m pretty sure you’ve got a pretty good idea of my father figure so I shall now introduce you to the real man of the house.
My mother.
She said the suit was cute.
Enough said.
Now this bathing suit fiasco was yesterday and I hope to God that he disposed of what I can only assume was meant to be some form of clothing.
“Girls! Come down here to the living room. There’s something your father and I need to tell you,” my mother screamed up the stairs.
Oh goody, I can hardly hold in my excitement. Family meetings are what I live for.
“Ok, I’m coming!” I screamed back.
By the way, I like how she referred to my sister and me by the term ‘girls’. We don’t really feel the need to use proper names around here. How individual, eh? That kind of makes me want to go back to school even more.
Yep.
So I’ve entered the living room and there the parents are sitting, smiling. If anyone asks, I am not related to those two. Honestly, they look like they’re posing for those oil paintings from the olden days.
Ah, I make myself smile.
And beside them? Why it’s my beloved older sister. She’s just the sweetest thing to come along since the fruit rollup.
I am of course kidding.
“That was fast,” she said as she saw me enter the room.
Yes well we’ve all got our little talents, don’t we?
“Oh honey, I didn’t notice you enter the room!” my dear old mom chimed up.
How nice.
Well at least she knew now only after my sister announced my arrival to the room. Maybe that girl is good for something. Hmm. You learn something new everyday.
“So what’s the news?” I asked as I fell onto the black couch next to my sister.
Man, it’s hot in here. Have they never heard of air conditioning? If only I were aloud to do magic away from school…
“Well…” my dad started before he just all of a sudden stopped talking entirely.
“Well what?” My sister asked, starting to get impatient.
Ya really Dad, let’s not wait for the grass to grow.
“We’re going on a vacation,” my mom said.
Please, oh please let them be talking about just themselves. And please let it be far away from London.
“Just me and your mother!” M dad said absolutely thrilled at the idea.
Yay. I get to spend the rest of the summer with the evil one, (a.k.a. sister).
“Isn’t this exciting?” Mom said.
No it really, really isn’t.
“Yes,” I lied.
“Where are you going?” My sister asked.
Thank God she asked the question. I wouldn’t want to sound at all interested in this pointless discussion. They leave us pretty much every summer together, so this is nothing new. My sister’s just acting interested because she likes to pretend that she’s the favorite child. But she’s really not.
“Egypt this year, isn’t that great?” My mom said as her face lit up.
Wow, how excite…whoa, wait. What?
“Egypt?” I exclaimed rather loudly. Oh well I’ve never really been known to be the shy type.
I’ve wanted to go to Egypt ever since I was little. Something about those Pharaohs with their power and gold. I swear I’m going to marry rich one day. Or so my father says. But you know how much I hold his opinion into account…
“I’m sorry kid, but we couldn’t bring you this time. We’ll bring back lots of souvenirs though, don’t worry,” dad said.
Gee, thanks.
“Ok. Well can I go back to my room now then? I was reading up on the injustice of werewolf’s in our society and it’s quite interesting…” I started to say before evil cut me off.
“You mean your society. Your freak society.”
Oh how original, sister. Doesn’t she sound like a five year old?
Honestly now. Wit is lost on some people. Tragic, I know.
“No wait, we have to go over what you guys will be doing when we’re away,” dad chimed in.
Oh, so now we’re guys. Lovely. I’ve always wanted to be of the opposite gender.
“Look we know, we’ll take good care of the house. No parties, no magic, no boys…” I started to reassure.
It's not like any boys would come over anyways. Well, except for 'the boy'. But that's never going to happen while I've still got a few good charms left in me. And besides, he would bring his friends along as well. And you don't want to see the things that happen when those boys get together.
“No, no. This time it’s different,” Dad interrupted, “I’ve lined you both up summer jobs! Isn’t that great? Now you’ll have something to do until school starts in a month.”
Whoa.
He didn’t.
My sister’s not saying anything. Maybe I should. Dad obviously thinks that he’s come up with some brilliant idea or something.
“Dad! We don’t want to work during the summer!” I practically yelled as my hair flew into my face as it always does. Unfortunately. When it does that I look like a big red crazy animal or something. Oh, the pleasures of having long hair.
“Well, too bad girls,” my mom added.
Good we’re girls again.
We’re clearly not getting out of this one. Oh well, at least I won’t have to be alone in the house with the evil one. There’s a miracle in itself right there.
“Ok, so where am I working?” my sister asked annoyed.
I feel her pain. Which is a first, believe you me.
“I found these adds in the post the other morning and I called to let them know that you two could do the jobs that they were advertising. Don’t worry, they’re not anywhere near each other,” Dad added with a smirk.
I think he thinks that he’s given us a great present. Oh well, at least the experience will be good enough. And it will keep my mind off the upcoming school year that I’m kind of scared for. Not to mention the thought of having to deal with ‘the boy’ for the seventh and final year now has been getting me restless as well.
“Ok, so where am I working?” I asked this time.
“Well,” my dad started, “this one couple was looking for a ‘nanny’ to watch over their youngest son who is five years old while they go to work everyday. They have an older son as well, but she said something about him not wanting to waste his summer watching his younger brother.”
I wonder why.
“They said that you could go and live with them for the remainder of the holidays…they own a rather large house in the country, you see, so it would just be easier for you if you lived there. The money was good and I know that you like being and meeting with new people.”
That’s true.
But living with a different family?
“So I just have to baby-sit some five year old every day then?” I asked.
He nodded, (in a weird way mind you).
“Ok, sounds good, when do I start?” I finished.
Hey, at least the older brother sounds somewhat like me. I bet we’d get along just grand.
“Is two days good for you? I can drive you out there in the morning with all your stuff. By the way, I got your job from the magic post…”
“You mean the Daily Prophet, Dad?” I interrupted.
“Yes, yes, that. Well anyways, I talked to the couple and they said that they could drive you to the station where you catch your train to school. So make sure to pack all your school belongings as well, all right?”
Fair enough.
“Ok, Dad. I’m going to start packing right now.”
And I pretty much left the room right then and there. I didn’t even really here what my sister’s job consists of. Something about being an assistant I think to some guy named Verne. Or was it Vernon? Doesn’t matter.
Well the two days have passed. I’m not even going to say that they passed slowly or that they past fast. They just passed.
So I’m pretty much packed. Which was not at all fun to do. Do you know how many books I need for my seventh year at Hogwarts? They’re freakin’ heavy. Every last one of them.
“Ready dear?” My mom called down from the kitchen.
Ya. They don’t even help me bring my stuff down the stairs.
“Coming!” I screamed back at her matching her impatient tone. I grabbed a stuffed animal off one of my shelves to give to the five year old.
Let’s hope he still likes stuffed dog toys at his age.
So I managed to get down the stairs without dropping anything, (which is pretty much a record for me by the way). My sister is nowhere in sight.
Ah, the day just keeps getting better and better.
“Honey! What are you wearing? That shirt is so low!”
Oh, mom.
“It’s hot out Mom! And it’s not like I wear low cut shirts ever!” I replied.
No really, that’s actually true. I’m not exactly known at Hogwarts for my…erm…body. More my smarts, (well that’s what I like to think at least).
“Just get in the car, dear,” she said.
With pleasure.
And without a backwards glance, we left for this country home. I didn’t even see my sister. Oh well, what can you do?
I’ll see her at Christmas.
I like how I get pushed into these ‘adventures’ without even asking for it. I mean, it’s not like I need to get punished or something. My marks are fairly high. Ok, I’m tied for the highest average in most of my subjects. Guess who I’m tied with? Ya, the boy. You know, I think about the boy a lot. Must be because he’s been in every single one of my classes for the past six years. I know. Crazy. But that’s not even the worst part.
I suppose there must be something wrong with him for him to be obsessed with me. I mean, there’s nothing really special about me…yet he feels the need to ask me out whenever he gets the chance. And it’s not like he’s unpopular. Or even bad looking. Oh no. Quite the opposite actually. He could get any girl he wants, so why pick me I ask you? I’ve been trying to figure this out for years. But it’s always the same. This boy, James ‘King of Quidditch’ Potter, as he goes by, finds it amusing to ask me on a date every possible time that he sees me.
Yes, every time.
I could make a formula out of this theory and it would always prove to be true.
And I’m not even kidding.
James Potter + me within 10 feet of him = a response in his brain that tells him he must blurt out the first pick up line that comes to mind.
For future reference let’s go with:
JP + 10ft = P.U.L
(P.U.L -> Pick up line)
It’s kind of disturbing if you think about it, isn’t it?
But probably not as disturbing as the fact that I’ve actually made a formula.
And yes, I actually think about these kinds of things. Hey I’ve got to have a well-rounded mind! I am going to be head girl this year.
Sigh. But let’s not think about that until the time comes.
Wow, it’s so hot in this car. I really should come with a portable cooling system or something since I seem to always be hot. I mean, not even this ‘revealing shirt’ as my mother so kindly implied it to be is doing me any good.
Oh well, it seems like we’re here anyways. At the country home.
Oh my. The house is huge. I’d call it a mansion. Ok, maybe not. A Manor is more like it. So I’m going to live at a Manor. This actually excites me. I can pretend to be rich for a month. Hey maybe I’ll meet my future husband here! Just joking of course.
“Ok ready, honey? Do you want us to take you to the door or anything?” My mom asked.
No, that’s really ok. I could do without the embarrassment thank you very much.
“No, I’ll be fine,” I said as I went to hug each of them.
“Ok, well write to us when you arrive at school in a month. We’ll be back from vacation definitely by then. Or send an owl if there’s an emergency,” mom said.
That’s reassuring.
“Ok, I will Mom,” I said as I put my red hair up into a high ponytail on top of my head.
With bags and my school trunks in hand, (not to mention sweat dripping down my face), I left my parents and started walking the huge front lawn up to the French doors that were the Manor’s entrance.
Geez, I’m not even up to the front door yet and they drive off. The parents actually drove off. Guess I’m on my own now.
Deep breath.
Might as well get this over with though. I don’t usually make the best first impressions so I’m really preparing for the worst.
Knock Knock
What if nobody is home and my parents just drove off? I don’t even have a broom or something to fly home if I needed to. Not that I like flying in the first place…
Oh God, the door is opening.
Slowly I might add. Great. Just prolong the torture a little longer, will you?
And the door is open.
Well it’s about time.
Time to put on my innocent schoolgirl smile. I can usually win over any adult with my personality, but smiling doesn’t hurt, (not to sound arrogant or anything).
Ok, she’s walking out.
I don’t believe this…I’m actually nervous.
Well I guess I do like to be good at everything I try to do and I’m trying to tackle this first impressions thing.
Well she looks nice.
Oh wow, she’s got beautiful long black hair. In ringlets. Why can’t my mom wear her hair in ringlets?
And she’s smiling. Well that makes two of us.
“Hello, sweetie!”
How cute.
“Hello, nice to meet you Mrs…,” I replied.
Oh my God, my Dad never told me her name! Well there goes that first impression already.
Quick I need to save myself…
“I like your hair.”
Great.
Of all things to say.
“Thank you! I love the color of yours myself!” she said as she continued to smile.
Oh phew. Saved by the hair.
“Come in, come in! Here I’ll help you with your stuff. Welcome to the Potter Manor!” she said cheerfully enough.
What a nice lady. With nice hair. And nice…wait a minute.
“I’m sorry, what Manor is this?” I asked.
Wow I must have sounded like an idiot. But this was important. I better have heard wrong.
“Potter, my dear. Are you familiar with the family name at all?” she said as she closed the door behind me and I laid my eyes on the huge front entrance.
This would be where I would swear. But I don’t believe in swearing. So we’re going to have to go with…
Crap.
Double crap.
“Erm…ya, I’ve heard the name once or twice before,” I answered completely caught off my guard.
Maybe this was a different Potter house.
But whom am I kidding. Everything is pointing towards the worst.
1. James is rich.
2. He has beautiful black hair. Wait, did I just say that?
Oh, the lady’s going to speak again. Please keep me from my awkward thoughts…
“You may have run into my son at Hogwarts. His name is James…James Potter,” she said.
Suspicions confirmed.
What do I say to that?
I have insulted, slapped, cursed, hexed, and yelled at this kind women’s son.
“I vaguely recall the name,” I said.
Ya.
She smiled again. Great. She believed that.
“That’s good! Then at least you’ll know someone around here!”
That’s the opposite of good. This isn’t fair…I had another month before I had to see the boy again…
And yes, 'the boy' is indeed James Potter.
Oh look, she's going to talk again.
“Well, Lily right?”
Wow, way to forget to introduce myself.
“Yes, it’s Lily. Lily Evans.”
“Ah, wonderful! I’ll let our house elf show you to the wing where your room is. I’m going to need you to start looking after little Dylan tomorrow if that’s all right with you…me and my husband both work and I think that my other son may be having a friend over for the day.”
Crap.
Again.
Three guesses as to who that friend is.
“Sure thing, Mrs. Potter. I’d be happy to start tomorrow,” I said.
I was about to follow the house-elf; in fact I was in mid step, when the lady put her hand on my shoulder to stop me.
I turned to look at her in her eyes.
The same eyes that James had.
It’s a tad scary.
But not as scary as the fact that I can recognize James’ eyes in a second.
“Erm…one more thing Lily…you seem like a very responsible girl and everything…” she started to say.
She seems nervous.
And yes I am a responsible girl thank you very much. Something I can’t say for your son to say the least.
“…and…well… please don’t do anything with my son or I will be forced to let you go and I really don’t want to do that,” she finished.
Did she just say what I think she did?
Did James often fool around with the nanny’s?
“That was the reason that we had to let the last one go you see, and she was really rather lovely. I guess James just has a way with words if you know what I mean,” Mrs. Potter finished with a smirk.
Question answered.
Next fight we have, this is coming up as my blackmail against the boy.
And oh my God! She smirked. The smirk. The infamous smirk. I can’t believe James stole that from his mother...honestly...!
“Don’t worry, Mrs. Potter, you have nothing to worry about. I can…well…resist myself,” I said with a small smile.
“Great Lily! Go and get yourself settled in then. Myself or James will give you a tour of the Manor later on,” she said as she turned and walked down a hall that went God knows where.
How wonderful.
I can hardly wait.
A month at James’ house.
Sirius will never let me hear the end of this.
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