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The Longing((until the last Rose dies))
The story of Lily Evan's has been told many times and all of them have the same theme. The same plot line over and over again. Why can't they just deal with the fact that maybe for a while Lily and James were friends, that Sirius wasn't a complete tease and James might have not 'loved Lily' but had a measly crush on her? Why do these thoughts never cross anyone's minds? Are there any real hints in the books to show my reasoning unreasonable? I don't think so. So here is my version, and what is most probably the truth.
ChapterOne.FirstYearFirstGlance
"Mum, honestly! How the bloody hell am I supposed to build myself a cool rep with you being...you!" young James Potter wined as widow Lora Potter spat in her hands and tried to press her boy's jet black hair down to normal but as soon as her back was turned he had messed his hair up once more. It usually stuck up in the back, that James had not to do with, but he liked the look his hair formed when he had just gotten off a broom. He usually messed it up but you could tell and when James figured out the way to mess it up just so it looked like he had recently gotten off his FlyingLion260, he vowed to wear his hair like that everyday.
Ahh his broom was his priced possession. The boy has fallen in love with it in his infant age when he saw his father practicing with some friends. Then his father had gotten killed in a duel by accident. How dumb, in a duel by accident. Accident his ass! He was in that duel for money. He came in the tournament in one piece and came out in three. The killer had gotten a year an Azkaban, but it wasn't enough for James. When it had happened he was merely five and couldn't comprehend what had happened. Now he was eleven and could fully understand the situation. No matter what the shrink told him, he knew what his emotions were. James wanted to kill the bastard who had thought he could outsmart his father by putting him to sleep and instead levitating him three different ways!
But now wasn't the time to think about accidents and/or his ass. Now James Potter, pureblood wizard, was going to Hogwarts where he hoped to become the best quiditch player, a quiditch champion even! His father would be proud. Ah, there he went again. Thinking about his father. Well that’s really all you did think about when you didn't have one. Pretty pathetic, right? Well when he grew up his would never leave his son alone. James would stick by him, and alive too.
Now he had to deal with his constantly worrying mother. She was a dear, but got carried away easily and obsessed that everytihng had to be prefect. Well that was a bit far-fetched, but so was his mother.
"Oh dear, I have to get moving. Nearly late for work," she tried to sound sounds ocntent but James could hear the dissapointment in her voice. Right outside the subway and she wouldn't get to wave her own boy goodbye when he was going to Hogwarts:School of Witchcraft and Wizardry for the first time! She put on a small fake smile but James decided to be a good son and hugged his mother.
"I'll write," he assured her. Her face turned a light shade of pink and he could see her holding back tears. They then let go and waved. James peered at his watch, he had a few more minutes left. He rushed in just for fun and bumped into a few people, again just for fun. Then he heard a daughter and her father having a conversation. they sounded lost.
"9 and 3/4? Honey, you can't possibly be seriuos! Thats abserd!" her father complained. The girl, who was facing away from James so all he oculd see were piles and piles of red locks, shrugged and answered, "Daddy, I told you this might be a joke. I told you and mummy!"
"May I be of some asistance?" James asked politely, giving them both a sweet eleven-year-old type of smile. The girl, who was pale but had deep emeerald colored almond-shaped eyes, reutnred the smile. The father just seemed relieved.
"Please, can you tell us where platform 9 and 3/4, young man?" he had moreof a pleading look ong his face. James could tell, he was a muggle.
James held his cart in one hand and took the girl's in the other and started walking until he reached a brick pillar between platform 9 and platform 10. "Just walk through here and you'll get to the Hogwarts Express."
The girl extended her hands. James blushed a little, he had thought she wanted to hold his. But instead she grabbed for the handles and told her father her farewells. Then she carefullywalked through the brick's, just incase this might be a trap, some kind of a joke. Apparently it wasn't, because she was able to get to he train. James then turned around and expected a 'thank you young man'(this guy seemed old fashioned), but the dad was gone as well. So rude, not even a thank you? Oh well. He took a glanced to make sure no one was looking and ran though the pillar.
There he was given a kiss on the cheek. "Hmm, what?"
There was the girl again, blushing. Forget thank you's, he would prefer a kiss anyday. "I just wanted to thank you and say my name is Lily. Lily Evans."
"Nothing to it really. Oh and my name is James," he introduced and looked at his watch. It was nearly bourding time. "We better get on the train. Want to sit with me? I don't knwo anyone here."
"Ok!" Lily agreed. They walked up the train as she started talking. not to much, but enought to make it comfortable. "You know I don't really know anyone either. All ym friends are muggle's. i"m guessing you could tell already, I'm muggle born."
"I thought so," James admitted as he searched for a compartment for them to sit it. They found one at the end and sat down. It was empty except for the two of them, but neither of them took any mind. On the contrary, they enjoyed each other's company. They both found so much to talk about and it wasn't awkward for James or Lily. In no time they had become close friends and then-
The compartment door magically opened as a boy, the same age as James, fell through it. Actually it had looked like he jumped through it, with one of the pumpkin patties. He was very handsome with charming, aristrocratic somewhat haughty looks. His gray eyes looked endless and fathomless, he had dark short hair and was pretty tall. James coudn't help but look over at Lily. Her expression was...impressed. James ont he other hand was a bit frightened.
"Are you alright mate?" James asked him as he helped him up.
"Name's Black, Sirius Black and yeah, thanks. You are?" Sirius had a superior look in him, but didn't exactly flaunt it. More like exposed it.
"James, James Potter. And this bueaitufl yet shy thing in the corner over there is Lily Evans," James introduced, giving Lily a half smile. She blushed and looked down. Sirius laughed, even though it sounded more like a dog barking.
"You two a couple? Or am I allowed to tell her how beautiful her eyes are?" Sirius was obviusoly a tease, but at least not a perverted one. And cunning at that.
"Sorry Black, but Lily and I are madly in love and are expecting to get married next Summer," James laughed. Sirius joined in and Lily laughed nervously. James wasn't sure she knew it was a joke. And just before Sirius oculd respond two more boys jumped into the box. One was skinny in things that looked more like rags then robes. he was pale and graying, even though the same age. Skinny and had dark brownish eyes. The other one had sandy blonde hair and was a bit plump.
"Bloody damn Black, you gave us a bloody scare there!" the rag dressed one exclaimed. The plump one just shrugged. Sirius laughed once more and then inroduced James and Lily to the two boys.
"Remus Lupin and Peter Pettigrew, meet my friends James Potter and Lily Evans." They all said there hi's and what not. Then they started explaining what had happened and why Sirius crached into their compartment.They were playing american football, but James(who is Catholic. Weird, huh?) was ocnvinced it was faith. To himself of course.
Well they soon arrived at Hogwarts and got sorted (duhh). Lily sort of drifted apart from them, but the four males become friends and formed a group. 'The marauders'.
The story of Lily Evan's has been told many times and all of them have the same theme. The same plot line over and over again. Why can't they just deal with the fact that maybe for a while Lily and James were friends, that Sirius wasn't a complete tease and James might have not 'loved Lily' but had a measly crush on her? Why do these thoughts never cross anyone's minds? Are there any real hints in the books to show my reasoning unreasonable? I don't think so. So here is my version, and what is most probably the truth.
ChapterOne.FirstYearFirstGlance
"Mum, honestly! How the bloody hell am I supposed to build myself a cool rep with you being...you!" young James Potter wined as widow Lora Potter spat in her hands and tried to press her boy's jet black hair down to normal but as soon as her back was turned he had messed his hair up once more. It usually stuck up in the back, that James had not to do with, but he liked the look his hair formed when he had just gotten off a broom. He usually messed it up but you could tell and when James figured out the way to mess it up just so it looked like he had recently gotten off his FlyingLion260, he vowed to wear his hair like that everyday.
Ahh his broom was his priced possession. The boy has fallen in love with it in his infant age when he saw his father practicing with some friends. Then his father had gotten killed in a duel by accident. How dumb, in a duel by accident. Accident his ass! He was in that duel for money. He came in the tournament in one piece and came out in three. The killer had gotten a year an Azkaban, but it wasn't enough for James. When it had happened he was merely five and couldn't comprehend what had happened. Now he was eleven and could fully understand the situation. No matter what the shrink told him, he knew what his emotions were. James wanted to kill the bastard who had thought he could outsmart his father by putting him to sleep and instead levitating him three different ways!
But now wasn't the time to think about accidents and/or his ass. Now James Potter, pureblood wizard, was going to Hogwarts where he hoped to become the best quiditch player, a quiditch champion even! His father would be proud. Ah, there he went again. Thinking about his father. Well that’s really all you did think about when you didn't have one. Pretty pathetic, right? Well when he grew up his would never leave his son alone. James would stick by him, and alive too.
Now he had to deal with his constantly worrying mother. She was a dear, but got carried away easily and obsessed that everytihng had to be prefect. Well that was a bit far-fetched, but so was his mother.
"Oh dear, I have to get moving. Nearly late for work," she tried to sound sounds ocntent but James could hear the dissapointment in her voice. Right outside the subway and she wouldn't get to wave her own boy goodbye when he was going to Hogwarts:School of Witchcraft and Wizardry for the first time! She put on a small fake smile but James decided to be a good son and hugged his mother.
"I'll write," he assured her. Her face turned a light shade of pink and he could see her holding back tears. They then let go and waved. James peered at his watch, he had a few more minutes left. He rushed in just for fun and bumped into a few people, again just for fun. Then he heard a daughter and her father having a conversation. they sounded lost.
"9 and 3/4? Honey, you can't possibly be seriuos! Thats abserd!" her father complained. The girl, who was facing away from James so all he oculd see were piles and piles of red locks, shrugged and answered, "Daddy, I told you this might be a joke. I told you and mummy!"
"May I be of some asistance?" James asked politely, giving them both a sweet eleven-year-old type of smile. The girl, who was pale but had deep emeerald colored almond-shaped eyes, reutnred the smile. The father just seemed relieved.
"Please, can you tell us where platform 9 and 3/4, young man?" he had moreof a pleading look ong his face. James could tell, he was a muggle.
James held his cart in one hand and took the girl's in the other and started walking until he reached a brick pillar between platform 9 and platform 10. "Just walk through here and you'll get to the Hogwarts Express."
The girl extended her hands. James blushed a little, he had thought she wanted to hold his. But instead she grabbed for the handles and told her father her farewells. Then she carefullywalked through the brick's, just incase this might be a trap, some kind of a joke. Apparently it wasn't, because she was able to get to he train. James then turned around and expected a 'thank you young man'(this guy seemed old fashioned), but the dad was gone as well. So rude, not even a thank you? Oh well. He took a glanced to make sure no one was looking and ran though the pillar.
There he was given a kiss on the cheek. "Hmm, what?"
There was the girl again, blushing. Forget thank you's, he would prefer a kiss anyday. "I just wanted to thank you and say my name is Lily. Lily Evans."
"Nothing to it really. Oh and my name is James," he introduced and looked at his watch. It was nearly bourding time. "We better get on the train. Want to sit with me? I don't knwo anyone here."
"Ok!" Lily agreed. They walked up the train as she started talking. not to much, but enought to make it comfortable. "You know I don't really know anyone either. All ym friends are muggle's. i"m guessing you could tell already, I'm muggle born."
"I thought so," James admitted as he searched for a compartment for them to sit it. They found one at the end and sat down. It was empty except for the two of them, but neither of them took any mind. On the contrary, they enjoyed each other's company. They both found so much to talk about and it wasn't awkward for James or Lily. In no time they had become close friends and then-
The compartment door magically opened as a boy, the same age as James, fell through it. Actually it had looked like he jumped through it, with one of the pumpkin patties. He was very handsome with charming, aristrocratic somewhat haughty looks. His gray eyes looked endless and fathomless, he had dark short hair and was pretty tall. James coudn't help but look over at Lily. Her expression was...impressed. James ont he other hand was a bit frightened.
"Are you alright mate?" James asked him as he helped him up.
"Name's Black, Sirius Black and yeah, thanks. You are?" Sirius had a superior look in him, but didn't exactly flaunt it. More like exposed it.
"James, James Potter. And this bueaitufl yet shy thing in the corner over there is Lily Evans," James introduced, giving Lily a half smile. She blushed and looked down. Sirius laughed, even though it sounded more like a dog barking.
"You two a couple? Or am I allowed to tell her how beautiful her eyes are?" Sirius was obviusoly a tease, but at least not a perverted one. And cunning at that.
"Sorry Black, but Lily and I are madly in love and are expecting to get married next Summer," James laughed. Sirius joined in and Lily laughed nervously. James wasn't sure she knew it was a joke. And just before Sirius oculd respond two more boys jumped into the box. One was skinny in things that looked more like rags then robes. he was pale and graying, even though the same age. Skinny and had dark brownish eyes. The other one had sandy blonde hair and was a bit plump.
"Bloody damn Black, you gave us a bloody scare there!" the rag dressed one exclaimed. The plump one just shrugged. Sirius laughed once more and then inroduced James and Lily to the two boys.
"Remus Lupin and Peter Pettigrew, meet my friends James Potter and Lily Evans." They all said there hi's and what not. Then they started explaining what had happened and why Sirius crached into their compartment.They were playing american football, but James(who is Catholic. Weird, huh?) was ocnvinced it was faith. To himself of course.
Well they soon arrived at Hogwarts and got sorted (duhh). Lily sort of drifted apart from them, but the four males become friends and formed a group. 'The marauders'.