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That Girl	By : Asereje Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 2425 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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~That Girl~

Summery: Lily Evans made it to her last and final year, she thinks its just going to fly by like the rest.. or so she hoped it will. James has a new personality, and its quite.. addictive. So whats a girl to do but slowly, inch-by-inch, let James Potter warm her up. Of course when Lily's boyfriend finds the two snogging in the corridors.. what will he do? Will he spread the word of Lily's cheating, with the boy who she said she 'loathed' during all those seven years of Hogwarts? Or will she do something.. no one ever predicted? Should she define love? Or should love define her problem? LE/JP

A/N: Well, I dunno, I sorta got inspiration from my boyfriend. He too writes, horror fics on fanfiction. Anyhoo, I guess I was just sitting in my bed, not able to sleep and I just finished re-reading Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets.. so I was in a HP mood. Of course one idea leo ano another and ta da. I hope you enjoy this one, I�m going to make it long chapters and many chapters, but get it done fast, so I can finish up my other stories too. Please read, rate and review, it means so much to me to know what you think about this story! And I�m trying to at least get 5 reviews before I put up the next chapter, and it might be late! Enjoy chapter one!

Chapter 1: Black Magic

Miles across the valley's and fields, where the wildflowers and tall trees hid, was a set of coal black train tracks. The sky was cloudy and releasing rain onto the hills, clenching onto leaves and grasses on its journey down. Gusts of wind hit the trees, making them shudder in response to the weather. The metal rails started to shake, downing the summer rain on its tracks. Fast as a heartbeat, a train flashed by on the railway.

Speeding along the valleys of the strong mountains, the train holding thousands of students were quieter then the wind. Students were sleeping on their long journey, tired of the day�s previous acts. A ten-hour train ride would seem boring, now wouldn�t it? Steam poured from atop the engine outside, leaving a trail of mist behind it.

The old fashioned train zipped by cabin hidden by tree�s, leaving the spectaculars of the house to turn around and look out the window in wonder at what they just heard.

Not that they muggles would find it interesting to see a magic train go by as if floating on clouds.. But the wizards and witches inside would find it interesting to see a poorly crafted muggle-made house.

Maybe not one witch.. a muggle-born at that.

Lily Evans.

Clear nail polish layered on the nails of her right hand, tapped repeatedly on the rain-stained window: the witch�s glistening emerald green eyes looking blankly out into the scenery before her. The first ride to her school was the most magical she had ever experienced. She had met new friends, new teachers, a new life.. and new enemies.

James Potter.

Lily snorted to herself at the name, and then turned herself to look in her compartment.

A blonde teen had stretched herself out on the long bench across form her, her head of shiny locks visible under a white and blue starry blanket. A small book bag was beside her feet at one edge of the seat, wizard novels peaking through the top. The witch�s breathing was soft and fluttery, and her hand twitched from the heat from her nose.

Ombre Hillestad was a pureblood witch, came from a mid-way rich family with a loving mother, father, older graduated brother and sister. She had chocolate milk brown eyes, despite that her mother and sister had blue eyes. And to some up the rest, she had the rough and sweetest personality and was Lily�s Evans best friend from day one.

Lily smiled from her seat; Ombre and her had hit it off right away on the first Charms lessons. They had many things in common, from the fact they hated suntan lotion to loving the muggle game Monopoly.

Grinning at another thing they had in common, Lily pondered about him.

James Harry Potter, that is.

He had been very.. Full-fledged? Last year, her sixth year, he had changed so dramatically over the summer, Lily had a hard time recognizing what things he usually did. For one, bragging was gone. His snitch talents were only used on the pitch or during games and practices. The Marauders pranks were kept to �professional preferences� as Sirius Black was heard whispering to a Hufflepuff second year. Mostly everything that Lily Evans detested about that man was slowly slipping away.. but one thing did stay.

He still liked to run his hands through his hair.

Lily had to agreed sickly to herself: without the messy hair.. he just wouldn�t be Potter.

Then again, she didn�t know Potter.

Huffing to herself, Lily wondered when they�d get to Hogwarts. Of course she wanted to get to Hogwarts School of Witch craft and Wizardry because it was like a second home, but she was also now the HeadGirl of Gryffindor. HeadBoy was not at the quick meeting for the Prefects for some odd reason. So poor Lily had to give a poor reason at why he wasn�t there.

�Maybe he missed the train, or is sleeping.. he better bloody not. This position is serious and is important in our files to get wizard or witch jobs.�

It had to be Remus Lupin or some other bookworm, but they�d be serious about the job they�d be there.. right?

Last years Prefect was Sedey Partgins and Migin Paslifer, and it was like a jolt of lightning struck Lily when she opened her seventh year school letter and the HeadGirl badge fell out.

Pondering this all, her fingers had started to trace the small golden pin above her left breast. The deep letters �H.G.� patterning on her milky smooth fingers.

Groaning softly to herself, she took notice that her black buckled shoes were pounding her feet into a state of soreness. Slipping the shoes off and pacing them down on the floor with a soft �thud�, the teen stretched her legs on her bare bench.

�That�s so much better..�

Reclining, her head of deep red long curls pressed into her arm. Staying on her side for a few moments, small thoughts going in and out of her mind. Lily soon found herself dipping into a peaceful slumber..

Outside compartment 421, a shadow of a teenager boy lingered, his palm and fingers pressed against the foggy glass panel doors. A smile softly played on his lips, and they reached to his timeless hazel eyes. Thin-rimmed black glasses were tightly pushed to the bridge of his nose, making the magnificent eyes stand more out.

Blowing softly, his peppermint breath reaching his ears, his jet-black hair twitched in the breeze then settled into its normal wrinkles and untidiness.

Walking away from the compartment of two sleepy and beautiful girls, his sweaty handprint stayed on the glass until it faded away from the air-conditioning..

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Again, she stared out the window into the damp streets of London. She couldn�t look away. She couldn�t turn or even flutter her eyelashes closed. She was completely frozen in place; it was so frustrating, she just couldn�t stand it. Lily needed to get away from the window. She needed to scream for her husband..

She needed to get away from the window!

Sweat began to trickle down her face, running down from her forehead to her shaking chin. Lily couldn�t move.

It was the eyes again: Nothing else outside in the dark: just the haunting eyes.

Her heart sounding in her ears suddenly skipped a beat.

Just the eyes.

Blackness surrounded everything else.

Another beat missed.

Her body shook as if a doll shaken by an angry child, who wasn�t getting their way.

Just the eyes.

The room enclosed around her, her lungs tightening with it. Lily�s heart started away, just like a set of drums in a rock concert.

Just the eyes.

Just the horrid red eyes..

Just the red eyes that held her soul.

Just the red eyes and her twitching on the floor.

Dead, before she even hit the floor�

The rain above poured harshly on the train, the pounding of its torture sounding in traveler�s ears. The throbbing of the weather pounded Lily�s ears, making her slightly wince as she sat up with a yawn. Looking around her, she noticed Ombre was out and about in the train, the empty seat telling the tale.

Her hand reached up and covered her mouth as she yawned again, her eyes squinting and water forming slightly. The warm and fresh smell of rain filled the dark compartment, the window opened a crack for a breeze to come in. Getting up, Lily closed the top of the window and erased the fog from the surface with her hand quickly, to see out into the rain where she was.

The forest had closed in, close to the train, and it was still downpour.

Sighing in comfort that the witch would reach Hogwarts soon, Lily sat on the cool floor and spread her legs out, balancing her head on the bench all the while.

That dream felt so real, so real and strange, but it was just a dream. And dreams didn�t make sense.

Closing her eyes for a split second, a pair of bloody red eyes flashed and a green skull-

�Hey Lils, you� re awake. I got a pack of fags from Roger and I smoked one outside while you were sleeping.�

Ombre opened the compartment door, and then slid it shut as she walked in the dark and over to the bench she had been occupying earlier. A silver tin, square shaped, rested in her left hand as she flattened out her Gryffindor skirt.

�Did you want one now before we get to Hogwarts?� She asked, flashing her brown eyes on her best friend.

Lily, still numb from the quick lurch of her dream, sat up and shook her head. Her body leaned against the wall of the bench, and her arms crossed over her chest, trying to hide her heaving.

�Oh,� Ombre frowned quickly. �Alright then, I�ll just put them in the bag. You don�t have to keep asking if you want one next time, just remember their in there.� She shoved the tin inside the open book bag that had jean imprints on it.

�So, you still guessing who�s the Head Boy?�

Lily�s eyebrows furrowed, �No, I guess I�ll just have to wait.�

�You�re going to have a fit when you find out who it is-�

�You know?!�

Ombre blinked at her friend, did she want to tell her friend it was her worst enemy.. Well, in her eyes at least?

Ombre grinned, �nahh�.

�Nopes.�

�Then why did you say that?� Lily frustratingly asked, curling her feet under her bum.

�Crap..�, �Because I was just- just- say! Did you have another nightmare?�

Lily squinted her eyes, trying to see any flaws in her friends giddy smile.. was her lips shaking? Hmm.. weird.

�Yes, I did.� Lily said softly, her eyes now downed to the floor.

Ombre, whose hands had been placed neatly on her lap, clamped onto her gray woolly school skirt. She knew everybody had nightmares.. but Lily had constant nightmares ever since fifth year. The schoolgirl had been quite curious if it had to do something with Potter. But wouldn�t that have happened earlier?

�Lils, you wanna talk about it?�

Her green eyes flashed with pain quickly, but she blinked it away.

�No, it�s alright. They�re just silly nightmares, nothing to big.� Lily said, waving her hand at the matter with a small smile.

�I hope so..�

Loud laughter echoed in the hallways, disturbing the girl�s thoughts. Standing up, Lily placed her hand on the compartment door handle�when the train�s shrieking whistle sounded through her ears, making them ring after the affect.

�Oh well,� she muttered, sliding the door open.

Suspecting to see Potter and his little followers, Lily gazed at the group of Slytherin girls..

The Black sisters..

Andromeda, Narcissa, and Bellatrix.

Narcissa turned around while elbowing Bellatrix, who looked in her sister�s direction. Smoothing her black glossy hair to the side, she gave a terrorizing grin, something that made you get nightmares in the first place..

�Well isn�t it a mud-blood. What is your worthless dirty hide doing in the hallways?� She sneered.

Lily growled, �Touch� bitch.�

Narcissa, standing in front of Andromeda who was trying to get past her, sneered as well and then started laughing; High cruel laughter. Her long blonde, almost white Barbie doll hair was curled around her high cheekbones. Her lips were layered in rose lipstick, and it made them stand out too much.

Bellatrix soon started to laugh with her sister, and then look sideways before pulling out her black wand, aiming it at Lily who was clutching the corridor wall in anger.

�You want to hear some dirty spells, Evans?� She glared, her wand tip glowing with green mist.

�You�re not allowed to do such things to the Head Girl, or you will lose house points. And I don�t think your house would like that.� Lily said back, with a sly smile on her gorgeous face.

Narcissa snarled and pulled her wand out in a flash as well, muttering curses under her breath as she slowly walked forward towards Lily.

Bellatrix too followed in pursuit.

�Lily, stop this, it�s getting out of control!� Cried Ombre; fidgeting behind her with dread.

The two Black sisters advanced, wands stretched out and glowing a bright green shaking mist around their hands. Lily, who was cross outside and distressed inside, let her hand slip into her skirt pocket for her wan�

Oh god.. it was gone.

�Narcissa, Bellatrix! Stop this now before someone gets hurt!�

Andromeda called, standing in a wizard duel position, her wand out and her knee�s bend. Her coal black fuzzy mane that reached her shoulders was suddenly pulled into a magic ponytail so she could move quickly. Something, strong or maybe painful flashed through her gray eyes, and then became dull.

Narcissa turned around to face her as Bellatrix kept her wand focused at the two Gryffindor seventh year girls. The two Black sisters grinned and then got ready to lunge at their prey-

�300 POINTS TAKEN FROM SLYTHERIN!�

All the girls spun around to the left hallway, where the booming voice came from. Four tall boys stood strong with wands stretched out as far as they would go, faces set into fury. Behind them stood many other students with their bags and such, waiting to pass and be let out of the train.

James Potter stood in front, his long black robe loose from running; his chest slightly heaving gave away the evidence. And on that heaving chest was a small golden badge..

�POTTER IS HEAD BOY?!�
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�Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hoggy Warty Hogwarts,

Teach us something please,

Whether we be old and bald,

Or young with scabby knees,

Our heads could do with filling,

With some interesting stuff,

For now they�re bare and full of air,

Dead flies and bits of fluff,

So teach us things worth knowing,

Bring back what we�ve forgot,

Just do your best, we�ll do the rest,

And learn until our brains all rot!�

Lily watched as Dumbledore conducted the lines of the song, people laughing and singing through it all. Smiling to herself, she knew she would always have a place in her heart for her school. Everyone in the hall was smiling and chatting away as they waited for people to hurry up and finish singing.

Looking down the Gryffindor table, golden plates shimmering in the light from the sky-magic ceiling, along with forks spoons and napkin-ring holders. Something else gold caught her attention, James Potter�s Head Boy badge; his Marauders, his best friends, and his family surrounded him. His face had a wonderful million Gallon smile smothered on, his eyes twinkled in the light along with his glasses, and his white perfect teeth appeared when he laughed at something his friends said.

Gasping in shock, Lily put a hand over her stomach.

Was she getting butterflies by looking at Potter?

Her cheeks felt hot as she touched them too, and then looked back to James.

He was looking at something Remus was showing them pressed on the table, and then suddenly looked away.. in her direction. Their eyes met for a spilt second, and she nearly lost count of her breaths. James smiled softly at her and then turned back towards his friends.

Sitting straight again, Lily gazed at her friends from Ravenclaw and Gryffindor laugh about something. Joining in the conversation, Lily started to forget the eye contact she just had with James.. but the butterflies flying in her stomach wouldn�t have such nonsense.

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A/N: The dream was a part of my boyfriends horror story, so I give that part full credit to him, I just added it because it fit *shrugs* And �touch� bitch� is from a story my friend read, which I don�t know what its called. So if you know it, can you tell me and I�ll give them credit? I hoped you enjoyed the first chapter! Please review!

Asereje~
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