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Chapter 1 : To Every Guy who knew which Girl he wanted / To Every Guy that said "You're Beautiful"
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Mandatory Disclaimer: Everything Harry Potter, including the characters and settings do not belong to me, rather to the wonderful JK Rowling and her affiliates
**Quick Backgrounds on personally created characters:
Amia Simmerin is the daughter of the Wizarding World’s Sultan in India, but society is still a little backwards in that daughters are not revered as greatly as sons.
Ammie Malfoy – twin to Lucius, and I know that’s hardly cannon, but we actually have it all schemed our in our minds. ^_^ Anyways- he and her brothers for the most part disowned her on the bases of being in Gryffindor of course.
Kristy Storms – Is the daughter of Ammie Malfoy, was housed in Slytherin, based on asking the hat to put her there in a last attempt to please the man who she believes is her father, please note the last name. Anyhow, she is part Vampire, because of an accident when she was six, she attended Beauxbatons, at the request of her grandmother, and was then transferred to Hogwarts to “keep an eye” on her cousin Draco. (She is a year and a half older then Harry)
Luck Snape – is the daughter of who else? Her mom was a muggle, long story there, to make it short Luck’s mother and Snape are now divorced (after finding out about the whole magic thing that happens) She some how winds up in Gryffindor, after transferring to Hogwarts from Durmstrang,
Arrian – Arrian is a vampire, in fact he is the nest in line for the throne in the Vamperic House of Night, the ruling House at present, he was human once being turned by the King to save the boys life after he was attacked at age Twenty –five, he remains that age eternally.
If you wish to know any more about theses characters – by all means e-mail me at Silverblackstorm21@yahoo.com. I love answering questions, and do have this whole alternate characters schemed out. My friend and I have spent a lot of time on them, please do not take them from us.
~ Lily and James~
James sat on his bed, intently staring at the Marauder’s Map that lay unfolded in front of him. His hazel eyes were focused on one name as it paced the length of the Gryffindor common room. Just one name made him watch and argue with himself to go and find its owner. Only one name could make him turn his head, and lose his power of intelligent speech. That name was Lily Marie Evans, or just Evans as he was accustomed to calling her out loud, and Lily as he called her in his mind. He was in his sixth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and he had yet to secure himself a date with the elusive Miss Evans. He had, however, managed to get her to talk to him this year. That at least was an improvement. His friends had left him long ago this evening. They were all down in the common room, wanting no part in his brooding. The three of them were the best friends he could ever ask for and he knew that. He would have gone with them too, if he weren’t so wrapped up in Lily at the moment.
There was a Hogsmead trip tomorrow, and he wanted more then anything for her to go with him. But every time he had asked her she had turned him down. After talking to one of her friends, his cousin, Ammie, James had found that Lily’s patience might be wearing thin. Ammie had warned him against asking again, but James only saw this as opportunity. An opportunity for success.
James had been told on many occasions by various people, including but not limited to Sirius, Remus, Ammie, Amia, Peter, and even the potion’s instructor Professor Slughorn, that he was obsessed. But he wasn’t. He knew he wasn’t. James liked to call his “more then just a crush” with Lily Evans a strategic endeavor. He knew whom he wanted, and had in fact refused dates from no less then twenty girls this year. He was trying, trying very hard to impress her. He wanted her to see that he had changed and that he wanted her and no other. And he’d be damned if in the end she didn’t crack, and grant him the pleasure of just one ruddy date. He could handle things from there. Yes, James knew that after one date Lily would be head over heels for him. Or, at least agree to a second date, and a third, and a fourth, and fifth, and so on and so forth until she really was head over heels for him.
James sighed and removed his glasses. It’s now or never, he thought to himself. Placing his glasses back onto the bridge of his nose, James stood from his bed and whispered ‘mischief managed’ to the map. On his way towards the door he stopped upon seeing his refection in the mirror. In his personal opinion, he looked like crap. His clothes were wrinkled, his gray sweater un-tucked, and his hair was a right mess.
“Bloody Hell,” he swore aloud. And then he swore a second time. Even his voice sounded horrible! James let out a moan, pressing his forehead against the cool glass of the mirror. But just as he was ready to give up and go to bed for the evening, the little voice in the back of his head kicked in.
“Potter,” it said to him. “You can not give up on this. You’ve wanted her for the past six years of your life.” James nodded in agreement to the voice in his head. Never once did he stop to think about all the trouble that voice in his head had gotten him in to. It didn’t matter. He was James Potter; he was not going to give up, not tonight, and not ever.
Another glance in the mirror led him to tuck in his charcoal gray woolen sweater and make an attempt, how ever fruitless it was, at taming his wild hair. He nodded to his reflection that winked in response, before he departed through the door.
As he was descending the stairs he saw her. She was no longer pacing the room. No, now she was sitting in a circle on the floor with her two closest friends Amia and Ammie. The three of them were deep in conversation about Merlin knew what. That frightened James a great deal. Whenever women, especially these three, got together and talked as they were doing now, it normally meant there was trouble a foot. He spotted Sirius, Remus and Peter on the opposite side of the room playing a game of exploding snaps. With a heavy sigh he went towards his friends instead of towards his red haired goddess and her dark and light colored counter parts. That trifecta was not to be taken lightly. Alone they were dangerous, but together they were deadly.
“What ate your dog?” Sirius asked the second he saw James’s face. His comment earned him an odd look from Remus. James however just plopped himself down on the couch next to Peter who had already been eliminated from that round of play.
“Moony?” James asked with a slight whine in his voice. “Why do girls have to be so challenging? And why must they travel in packs!” Remus looked up at his spectacled friend.
“Why on Earth are you asking me that?”
“You seem to have a better understanding of that species then most.” James replied with a shrug.
“Prongs,” Peter said with a frown, “Why not just ask some other girl out, there are tons of them that would say yes.” James looked at Peter as if he had grown an extra head. Ask another girl to go out with him? Why, the very idea was preposterous!
“Wormtail,” Sirius said interrupting James’s mental rant, “You have to understand, James has a very one track mind and when he gets it set on something, he won’t stop until he achieves it.” Remus stared at Sirius awestricken.
“Padfoot, I do believe you just said something quite intelligent,” he said with a grin. “Congratulations.” Sirius glared at him.
“Moony I say intellectual things all the time. You just don’t listen,” Sirius retorted crossing his arms over his chest in defiance.
“Would you two stop fighting, I have more important things on my mind right now,” James nearly yelled just as Remus was opening his mouth. All three of them turned to him.
“Oh for the love of Merlin, Prongs,” Remus said exasperatedly. “You like her don’t you?
“Yes,” James said with a nod.
“And you’re sure she’s the one you want?” Sirius asked doing his best not to smile at James’s fidgety nature.
“Well then go tell her.” Peter added in his squeaky voice. James could not believe this. Had he really gotten so bad that it took Peter’s help to give him advice and guidance on women? He needed to do this, and he needed to do it now.
James stood up confidently and began walking over to the other corner of the room. When he came to the group of three, they immediately stopped their conversation and turned to look at him.
“Can we help you, Potter?” Lily asked, an air of annoyance surrounding her. Well that certainly hadn’t been what he was hoping for. But he was all ready for her to turn him down, at this point he always was.
“Lily, look,” he started. He was looking directly at her trying his best to block the other two from his subconscious. With a deep breath he was ready to continue.
I haven’t gone on a date in the past eight months, yes that goes back to last school year. And here’s why. I want the chance to be with you Lily Evans. You and no one else, understand? And I can’t keep going on like this. One date is all I’m asking you for, an hour of your time tomorrow. Then after that, if you don’t have a good time I swear I will never ask you for another date, may I never ride a broomstick again.”
Lily stared at him, her emerald green eyes wide. No guy had ever said that to her before. True she had dated other boys before even had one or two somewhat serious boyfriends. Even James had asked her out hundreds of times before now. So why was it now, now with James Potter and his messy hair and hazel eyes begging her to spend just an hour of her Saturday afternoon with him that her stomach began doing flips? She blinked, once, twice, three times before she found her voice again.
“Alright,” she said, what did she have to lose really? Just an hour’s worth of time. James’s head, which had been previously hanging down examining the laces on his shoes shot up in surprise.
“Did, did you just say yes?” He stammered, his eyes still looking unsure.
“I believe she did James.” Amia supplied, as Lily seemed incapable of speech at the moment.
“Th…th...then…” James continued to stutter.
“Then you’ll meet her here at noon?” Ammie offered, trying her best to help her cousin not make a complete arse out of his self. James and Lily both nodded. James turned to go back to his friends. The whole time he walked he wore an _expression of absolute bewilderment.
“What’s the deal then mate?” Sirius asked the moment James sat down. James looked at him with a grin, for the first time regaining the use of his brain and vocal cords.
“She said yes.”
AN: Welcome to the end of the first chapter. Please keep scrolling to the second chapter. As I was stupid enough to delete the first I just combined the chapters.
AN: This is between Harry and Luck Snape. I’ll re post Luck’s quick bio. If you want a little more on her – read Harry Potter and the Potion Master’s Daughter (another one of my stories) But you don’t have to have read it to appreciate this story. Please take time to review.
Mandatory Disclaimer: Everything Harry Potter, including the characters and settings do not belong to me, rather to the wonderful JK Rowling and her affiliates
Quick Backgrounds on personally created characters
Luck Snape – is the daughter of who else? Her mom was a muggle, long story there, to make it short Luck’s mother and Snape are now divorced (after finding out about the whole magic thing that happens) She some how winds up in Gryffindor, after transferring to Hogwarts from Durmstrang, Luck and Harry became friends during their fifth year.
~Harry and Luck~
Luck sat huddled in the corner of the room. She was wrapped up so tightly in her dark blue blanket, all that could be seen were her matching sapphire eyes. Her breathing was heavy and her eyes were puffy from a lack of sleep. After both Harry and Kristy had left that morning, Luck had flooed in sick to the office. She could barely move the aching muscles in her body, let alone spend the day sifting through highly classified documents, pretending to have no idea what they were about.
“Accrio tissues,” she wheezed helplessly. The box lifted itself off the floor and then limply fell back to the dingy planks of the hardwood floor. Luck groaned miserably as she watched the tissues stumble about, four feet in front her, just out of arms reach. With a sniffle she slumped back against the wall. She began debating the pros and cons of moving from the stability of her corner, when she heard the sound of a key in the lock.
Panicking Luck shot up from the floor. She had no need for anyone to see her in this state. However she soon regretted the sudden movement when her head began spinning and the room grew fuzzy. Luck was sure she could feel her knees buckling and her body beginning to crumple sending her back towards the cold floor. She braced herself, mentally cursing her stupidity, and waited for her body to hit. But it never did. After a moment of being suspended in mid air Luck opened her watery eyes. Sapphires soon met concerned emeralds.
“Luck?” Harry asked, now that he was next to her, he slowly removed his wingardum livosa and lowered the girl to her feet, never leaving her side. Luck coughed lightly, bracing herself against both Harry and the wall before inking back down into a sitting position on the floor.
“Potter,” she whispered. Harry frowned at the hoarseness of her voice, and suddenly felt stupid for not realizing she was sick this morning.
“Alright Luck Ann Snape, you’re lying down, and I’m going to take care of you.” The certainty in his voice amazed Luck. Had he ever taken care of a person before? But she complied, her head hurt far too much to argue with him right now. Harry was amazingly gentle as he brought over his own blanket and pillow, transfiguring them both into larger, fluffier, warmer additions. He smiled when he saw Luck snuggle herself down further into the blankets.
“Do you need anything?” He asked. Luck noticed that he was tenderly stroking the side of her face, a sign of affection she rarely tolerated, even if she did love the still slightly scruffy black haired boy crouching next to her. She blamed it on the fever she was sure she had, but she leaned into his hand. Limply she pointed her had to the tissue box. Harry nodded and with a wave of his hand, the pretty purple flowered box was in her hands. Luck scrunched her noise up in frustration before taking a tissue. Harry really had gotten good with wandless wordless spells.
Harry placed a feather light kiss on the top of her forehead before standing and heading towards the kitchen. Luck could see him moving purposefully about the cabinets and sink. It slowly dawned on her that he was making her tea. She giggled a little to herself, which, she also blamed on the fever. The boy stopped to look at her, he was smiling. Luck loved his smile, the way the left side of his mouth curled up higher then the right; and the way the light danced in his eyes, even with the glasses he had just exchanged for the new contacts. That was one thing, Luck mused, that Harry had never gotten used to, the contacts.
“What’s so funny?” He asked, just as he was filling to mugs with steaming hot tea, one lemon, one wild berry. But Luck just shook her head, sitting up very slowly so that she’d be able to take her tea. Harry was still smiling when he sat next to her, handing her the tea, temperature perfect for drinking.
The hot berry taste slipped easily down Luck’s swollen throat, and she relished the soothing feeling it left. It was a little too soothing she realized as she found her head drifting to lay on Harry’s strong shoulder.
“You put something in it?” she asked her eyes fluttering to stay open and her voice drowsy. She felt more then saw Harry’s head nodding in agreement.
“Cold medicine,” he admitted with out a hint of remorse. “I knew you wouldn’t take it other wise.” Luck heard the amusement in his voice. She had done the same thing to him only few months ago, ah the irony of it all.
“You’re so beautiful,” she heard him whisper. But why he would say something like that was beyond her, especially while she was sitting here, leaning against his muscular frame for support. After all her eyes were puffy and outlined in gray and her face was white, and her hair was a mess and…and… She couldn’t think any more, not with his lips laying light kisses to her warm forehead. And right before she drifted off to sleep she heard him whisper it again:
AN: Hey thanks for reading again. The Next Story is going to be an Sirius and Ammie story called “To Every Guy Who Brings Her Flowers When She’s Sick” Please review ^_^
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