A/N: Hey guys! This is my first fanfiction and I hope you like it! I'm writing chapter 7 now but I keep having to go back and change things on chapter 2 as its not working well. I know this is a bit of a dull chapter and im sorry to say the next one is a bit too, but after that, it gets better! It's one of the best stories I've written as my sisters keep reminding me, so I really hope you like it as much as they do! Keep on reading guys!
A person like James Potter is hard to avoid, especially at a place like Hogwarts where he was considered to be the controller of the student population. And I alike many people from the student population, developed a bit of an obsession with the boy, in fact, when I noticed James Potter for the first time, I developed an immediate crush.
There were many reasons to the obsessive crush of mine at the small age of twelve, but just the factor of how perfect and popular he was sent my mind twirling. He was the most beautiful boy had ever seen.
I remember in my second year, when I was a complete nobody who was able to live as an invisible human being, seeing James and his pack of followers walk by, I couldn’t take my eyes off him. The way his dark hair was stood artistically in every direction, how his eyes were so gold that it was like you could fall into them and get lost in the pools of molten gold.
But the real problem with this boy at the time was that I had absolutely no idea for who he was. It was strange to not be able to recognise the Chosen One’s son, the first born of a legendary family, now that I think back about it.
So sneakily over the next few days, my eyes and mind were alert in trying find out who the gorgeous boy in the hall had been. The down side of being invisible to the entire school population was that I had no one to ask, no friends or even an acquaintance, I spent most of my time surrounding myself with homework to distract myself for the pains of being alone in this horrible castle.
Finally, one lunch the break through came. Albus Potter, a fellow Gryffindor second year had been sitting with a group of friends at the Gryffindor table when the same stunning boy had approached Albus and asked him where his owl was.
That was when I finally figured it out.
This boy was James Potter. The James Potter. Stories about James spread around school like wild fire, anything from even that he preferred muggle fizzy drinks to Butterbeer was considered golden information. The stories that surrounded James ranged from the amount of girls he had stood up in his Hogsmeade trips to the amount of alcohol he was able to smuggle into the castle for the parties he held for the ‘elite’ students of the school. And of course we can’t forget all the pranks he had pulled around the school, so it seemed that James had developed the same knack for trouble his grandfather had while he was at school. But of course James Sirius Potter was famous because of his parentage, Harry and Ginny Potter, and his uncle and auntie, Ron and Hermione Weasley. The Golden Trio who defeated You-Know-Who. James Potter was the top of the school, and this was only in his second year.
By the end of my second year, my crush on James had grown. All I thought about was James Potter, Lessons, Homework and James, James, James. I watched him in the Gryffindor common room, the Great Hall, Quidditch and when I was saw him in the corridors. When his younger brother Albus, who was in my year, talked about his family or mentioned James I was listening. Thinking back, it was quite stalker-ish but I blame these tendencies on my lack of social skills back in second year.
But not once this whole time had I uttered a single word to James. I realised though, if I didn’t talk or introduce myself to him, how will he know I exist? I knew that I had to somehow pluck up the courage to talk to him, even just say hi would be enough. I spent weeks planning on talking to him when I came with the idea to ‘accidentally’ bump into him in the common room, then I’d say sorry, introduce myself and leave. Then I would have actually talked to James Potter and he would know that I exist, that little Mae Flick was a human being that walked and talked around Hogwarts just like him.
But, my self-conscious wasn’t letting me. Sometimes I’d be within feet of James when I’d walk in the opposite direction, being too nervous to bump into him. Why?
I blamed it on my lack of social skills yet again.
One day, I was studying late in the common room, writing an essay for Professor Binns on the International Warlock Convention, when someone lightly tapped me on the shoulder saying,
I turned around expecting to find someone like Lucinda Grey, a first year that was incredibly shy, much like myself, and had come into the habit of asking me for help on all types of her homework, I was practically her tutor. Hell, I should be getting payed for the hours I was putting in with her. But it wasn’t Lucinda when I turned around, it wasn’t even a girl.
It was James Potter.
The boy I had been obsessed with all year was standing behind me in all his glory. A quiet gasp escaped my lips as I looked up at the perfection of his face, the angles of his cheekbones and the thickness of his eyelashes. I was completely breath taken. Quickly, I realised that James was talking to me and I hoped that I wasn’t making a fool of myself, so I took a deep breath and mustered my courage to say,
“Hi I’m James Potter, Albus’ brother,” he said leaning against the back of my chair and offering me his hand casually.
“Oh, hi! I’m Mae, Mae Flick,” I squeaked out taking his hand and trying not to blush as the warm and smoothness of his skin met mine.
“Nice to meet you Mae, I was just wondering, have you seen my brother, Albus? He borrowed my parchment but I gave him my Defence essay instead.” He explained.
Albus? Why would I know where Albus is? I’ve talked to him like 3 times, I guess the older kids seem to think that people in my year actually talked to me and treated me as if I existed.
“Uh… no sorry,” I muttered sourly. I wish I had bloody well known where they were, I could have actually been a help for someone that wasn’t to do with homework and James wouldn’t leave here let down by me.
“Ok, sorry to bother you then Mae,” he nodded, turning around.
I felt like slapping myself in the face, I should have said something else. Mustering the courage, I quickly jumped up, knocking over the contents of my desk as I ran over to James and poked his shoulder.
“James!” I said to his back. Turning around, James’ face showed a mix of surprised and confusion, obviously shocked that I had scrambled after him from my beloved homework.
“Yeah?” he replied, looking me up and down.
“Check the library, him and his friends are pretty much always there,” I whispered to him, his eyes sending me blushing uncomfortably.
“Oh, thanks Mae!” he smiled, scrambling towards the portrait hole.
Eventually, I got my legs to slowly walk back to my homework, wondering why he had looked at me with that surprised expression. I tried to push it from my mind, but eventually, it grew too much, so I packed up and ran up to the dormitory. I chucked my books down on the bed, still full of curiosity on James’ expression.
Oh no, I suddenly thought as I remembered what happened, please, please no!
Rushing towards the full length mirror in the bathroom, I realise my worst nightmares really had come true. I had split ink all over my skirt, and not just ink, but red ink that I used to proof read my essays.
But it was right in the centre, dripping down the material, giving the illusion as if I had received my period and it had somehow gone through to the front of my skirt.
To make matters worse, today I had left my ugly brown hair in its overnight braid, and half of it had fallen out creating a fizz ball. My blue eyes were blood shot and sad from studying and the life I had, spending in isolation and completely alone. Somehow, my skin looked sunburnt and my school shoes were childish. How would James Potter ever notice me? I was ugly, horrendous. James only dated girls who were beautiful, I’d seen the girls he been spotted with. It’s was so unfair how the world was treated in this society, if you weren’t rich enough, popular enough, or pretty enough you were considered as a nobody.
A thought suddenly struck to mind with my anger, and I was able to realise what I had to do, it would take a while but I knew that James Potter had to notice me before I even got near being his girlfriend. Not only would I finally gain James, it would make him pay for what he has done, abandoned us unpopular kids in the shadows. Running to find my quill, spare parchment and ink pot, I began,
Step One: Transforming the ugly Mae Flick, into the girl where everyone stops and stares…
A/N: So thats the end of the first chapter! Just a heads up guys that this story maybe changed to a Novella or Novel later, it really depends on how it flows. Chapter 2 will be up soon! I'm just re-reading and changing a couple of bits. As soon as 2's up, 3 will be up too because I actually think this story has a boring start and chapter 3 is soooo much better! I've got up to chapter 6 written and almost finished 7!
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** EDITED 9/10/14**