“Now Lily are you sure you have everything?” My mum asked.
“Yes mum I’m positive I have everything,” you’d think after asking me 20 times you’d get the message that I do in fact have everything. Not that I don’t love my mum or anything, but sometimes she can get a little too careful.
“Ok, now give me a kiss good-bye,” She said while hugging me.
“Mum, people are staring!” I said, but gave her a kiss anyway. The trains whistle blew.
“Oh Lily,” my mum said while giving me another rib breaking hug, “what am I going to do without you at home!” she said while starting to cry.
“Nothing you need me for everything,” I said with a huge smile.
“Your right, I need you don’t go!” the train’s horn blew again.
“Mum,” I said while struggling to get out of her grip, “the train is leaving I have to go!” I finally broke away from her hug. But my mum gave me the sad face and I had to give her another hug.
“I promise I will see you during Christmas break!” I said while breaking free from the hug.
“I know, but it’s so sad! My baby is growing up!” she said,
“Not quite yet mum,” I said smiling at her. Every time I smiled to my mum, it put a smile on her face, which put a smile on my face. The third whistle blew.
“All right mum this time I really have to go! Love you!” I said while taking my first step onto the train.
“Love you to Lily. I will see you soon; write to me as soon as you get there. We didn’t buy you an owl for nothing!” she yelled.
“I will. Promise! Bye mum,” And with that the train started moving and I walked up the final steps to the train. I walked down the aisle to an empty compartment; I took my trunk and put it on the rack above the seats. I put my owl down next to me and starting playing with him. Chandler, my owl, was tan and white, with a little bit of dark brown around his eyes. His eyes were dark brown. He was beautiful and he was mine.
“Who’s a good owl,” I said out loud and he hooted. Just then someone knocked at the compartment door. It was a boy with sandy blonde hair and blue eyes.
“Can I sit in here? Everywhere else is full,” He said,
“Of course,” I replied.
“Thank you,” he put his trunk on the rack above his seat and sat down.
“I’m Remus by the way, he said while holding his hand out,”
“Lily,” I replied while shaking his hand.
“So is this your first years at Hogwarts?” he asked.
“That’s cool,” It went silent for a minute. I decided to take out one of my schoolbooks called Hogwarts a History to pass the time. Unfortunately I couldn’t really focus on my book because I was still plotting my revenge on that black haired four-eyed kid who shot an exploding rainbow at me. I decided that if I really wanted to get him back, I was better off reading my book of pranks. I got my trunk from the rack above my seat and opened it. I put my Hogwarts a History book in, and switched it with my book of pranks. I lifted my trunk and put it back on the rack above my seat and sat down. I opened to the first page and started reading.
So you want to be a prankster?
If you have answered yes to the following question above, then you are ready to be a prankster. There are just a few things you should no. Being a prankster is not a one-shot deal, to be a prankster you need to be dedicated, give your full concentration to the study of other people’s embarrassment. If you get embarrassed easily, being a prankster is not for you. If you do not intend to be a prankster this book is not for you.
I just want one measly spell! I don’t want to dedicate my life to watching people get embarrassed. I flipped through the pages until I got to a page titled “Simple pranks for simple wizards.” This was exactly what I needed. I started reading, starting with the first spell.
1. Jelly-Legs Jinx – Causes your victim’s leg’s to wobble until they can no longer stand.
This book has turned out to be surprisingly helpful. I only read the first line of the first page and I already found a terrific spell to get that boy back. I started grinning evilly. Another smile came to my lips as I thought of his reaction when I jinxed him. But that smile soon faded when I realized that if I wanted to prank him I would have to search for him on the train. I sighed, if I did that it would look like I liked him, which I didn’t. I didn’t like him one bit; actually I had the opposite effect, which was that I hated him. I would never like him in a million years.
I started thinking of ways I could excuse myself from the compartment without sounding rude, but all of the sudden I heard a loud bang followed by a burst of laughter.
“That was great!” one voice said.
“I know! I see many pranks in our future my friend,” another voice said.
I would know that voice anywhere. It was that boy, I’m sure of it. All of the sudden two boys walked by the compartment door. One had brown hair with grey eyes, while the other had black messy hair with round glasses, and hazel eyes. The black haired boy caught my eye and started smiling.
Why was he so infuriating, he knew that I hated him. Yet he continues to smile like an idiot at me. The boy reached for the compartment door.
“Great,” I said out loud. Remus looked up at me from his book.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
“That,” I said while pointing at the black haired boy and his friend. Just then they opened the compartment door.
“Hey Lily!” he said while taking a seat next to me, and putting an arm around my shoulder. I shoved it off.
“I see, you are still mad about the rainbow,”
“Is it that obvious,” I said in cold tone. He leaned his back up against the seat and sighed.
“I don’t see why you are mad at me. It was an accident!”
“I don’t really care if it was an accident! If I shot a rainbow at you what would you do!”
“Forgive you of course.” He said matter of factly. I started getting angry.
“Liar,” I spat at him.
“Well,” The boy with the brown hair said, probably trying to get out before things got ugly.
“I’d love to see you guys fight like an old married couple…” he paused as he took in my death glare. He started speaking again, cautiously.
“But I think it is time for me to get back to my compartment. Do you want to join me…?” He said while looking questionably at Remus and pointing a finger.
“Sure,” He said and closed his book while grabbing his trunk. He then left the compartment with the brown haired boy. All who was left was me and the black haired boy. I looked at him and gave him my best death glare.
“You know, I bet if you remembered me you wouldn’t be so mad at me,” He said while grinning.
“Yea I don’t think so,”
“Do you want me to tell you how I know you?”
“No,” I said while looking over at him. He looked at me for a second like he was contemplating whether or not to tell me. He began to talk.
“We were seven,”
“I don’t want to know!” I said, but he still talked.
“And we were at a playground…” I listened to his words, and sudden realization came over me.
“That was you!” I yelled.
“Yea… is they’re a problem with that?”
“Yes there is actually a huge problem,” this is the kid that I had a crush on, my first crush to be specific. I looked for him at the playground everyday because I liked him and now we meet again and I absolutely hate him. This is all messed up; I thought I was supposed to always like my first crush.
“Why is that a problem?” he asked taking me away from my thoughts.
“That is none of your business… What’s your name?” I realized I still didn’t know his name.
“Well I guess I might as well tell you now after you’ve waited so many years. The names James Potter,” He said while extending his hand to me.
“Well Potter, I’m leaving,” I said while grabbing my trunk and my owl and brushing by his hand.
“Why did you call me Potter? My name is James,”
“Because ‘Potter’ you don’t deserve to be called by your first name,”
“Where are you going?” he said while walking towards me.
“You don’t need to know, but before I go there is something I need to give you,” I said while getting my wand.
“What is it!” he asked all excited.
“Close your eyes,” I said. He automatically did. I waited a second before saying the final words, “Jelly legs Jinx!”
“Hey! What the?” he said in confusion while falling to the floor of the compartment. His face was priceless.
“That’s for shooting a rainbow at me!” I yelled at him.
“So you only stayed and talked to me just so you could jinx me?”
“Not as dumb as he looks,” I said while turning to leave.
“Hey where are you going un jinx me!” he yelled after me.
I stopped at the door way, turned, and said “What?”
“un jinx you?” I said confused.
“Yea,” he looked at my confused face, “you do know how to un jinx me, don’t you?”
“Of course I do,” I said while thinking. Un jinxing I don’t remember reading that in the book.
“Well,” He said.
“Un jinx me!”
“Stop patronizing me Potter!” I yelled.
“patro- what? Just un jinx me!”
“Umm,” I didn’t have much time before he figured out that I didn’t know how to un jinx him. The best excuse I came up with was.
“You deserved it Potter, now if you will excuse me I have to go change,”
“Your right, but I already forgive you,” He said with love struck eyes.
I sighed frustrated, grabbed my luggage and shut the compartment door.
“Lily wait!” I heard him say, followed by, “Help somebody help, please anyone help!” I walked down the aisle and into the closest bathroom. I rested my luggage against the wall and opened my trunk; I took out my robes and put them on. I began thinking about helping Potter out.
“Well he did apologize for it,” I said to myself while deliberating between going back or walking away.
“No Lily don’t do it!” a voice in the back of my head said.
“Why not?” I said back to it.
“He shot an exploding rainbow at you, he deserved it!” the voice said back. I took in the words. Their right, why should I help Potter when he didn’t help me when I was covered in 6 different colors. No I wouldn’t help him, and I would never help him. Not in a million trillion years.
“But he did help you, in a way, remember?” another sweeter voice said in the back of my head.
“No his mum did, all he did was try not to laugh.” I said back.
“No buts! I’m not going back and that is final!” I walked out of the bathroom angry. I looked up to meet the pair of very worried eyes belonging to a tall brunette.
“Are you ok?”
“Just peachy,” I said back, and started walking down the aisle to another compartment.
“Ok?” she said back. I continued walking until I found another empty compartment. I sat down and began thinking. I couldn’t believe that Potter, the boy I hate, was my first crush! This was completely mental! I’m not sure how crushes are supposed to be, but I thought you were always supposed to like them. I was far from liking him. I sat down on the seat and sighed.
Looks like I’m going to have to be a big girl and just ignore Potter as much as possible. Yes, that was a good plan; I would ignore him all throughout school and all throughout my classes. Hopefully I wouldn’t have him in any of my classes, I read in my book Hogwarts a History, that for first years you have all the same classes as your house. Hopefully I wouldn’t be placed in a house with him. If I were that would mean that I would be on the same brain level as him, and I just don’t think I could take that kind of torture. It’s already torture enough that he can recognize me. But I guess for now, I’m just going to have to enjoy my time alone because I have a feeling when I enter Hogwarts for the first time, I wouldn’t be alone for much longer, and that was not a comforting feeling.
A/N: So here it is my third chapter. I know that these last two chapters have been kind of boring, but I promise the next chapter will be better. Most of my ideas take place at Hogwarts, but these last two chapters were necessary for those ideas to be possible. But as always I hope you enjoyed reading this chapter and I also hope you leave an awesome review with either criticism or good news! Thank you so much reading my story, hope you like it!PS: I usually post the same chapter twice, and I have no idea why...WhatAboutRegulus