Post by Lily Vanes on Jan 3, 2007 20:38:08 GMT -5
WARNING: HBP Spoilers. But I bet everyone here knows the HBP...
And, there is some inappropiate content: Beware
The Journal
So, here I am, walking with the hottest girl in all of Hogwarts. This is the closest we’ve been since she smacked me yesterday for calling her hot. And that’s the truth. She’s rather sexy.
You might be thinking why we’re so close. You see, she’s the best student Hogwarts has ever seen. She gets top grades all the freaking time. In fact, she’s never gotten anything below an O. The only thing she’s bad at is Quidditch.
I know this because she tried out with all her friends in second year. She was horrible. I asked her if she wanted to not suck horribly. I was trying to offer help but she took it the wrong way.
That’s probably why she hates me so much. Another reason is probably because I don’t try in school and I get E’s and O’s constantly. I’m third in our year. Lily’s first in our year and my best friend Moony is second.
That confuses me. Moony was Prefect, he gets top grades, and he (like Lily) are teacher’s favorites. Why would Dumbledore pick me as Head Boy?
When Lily heard about my Head Boyship, she spent hours trying to get Dumbledore to switch me with Moony or Frank Longbottom. Fortunately, I get to spend a whole school year with her and we get to share a dormitory together.
So, right now, we’re on duty I the corridors. I’m staring at her beautiful red hair bounce as she walks with her arms crossed over her healthily blessed chest. She’s still mad at Dumbledore for choosing me. I try to make her feel better, but it’s no use.
“Evans, maybe Dumbledore’s implying that I’m hot and you’re hot, so we need to do it in our common room tonight,” I say.
She stares at me with her emerald green eyes. They can show whatever emotion she is feeling. They are currently say, ‘You’re an idiot, Potter.’
“You’re an idiot, Potter,” she says. “And a pervert. And an ugly bullying toerag. And an immature prat. And you’re conceited. And you’re a show off. And-“
“All right,” I cut her off. She’s so hot when she’s mad. “I get it. You hate me and you wish I never existed.”
“Well, almost. The only person I wish didn’t exist isn’t even a human,” Lily replied. Oh crap. I touched a sensitive spot. “Because if Lord Voldemort didn’t exist, I wouldn’t have to go into someone else’s home and take their food. Or use their up space.” Then, she started to cry.
Voldemort killed both of Lily’s parents when we were in fifth year. It tore her apart. Her sister couldn’t even think about her without having thoughts off killing her, too.
I, unfortunately, am the only one who knows that about her sister because she has to live at my house. I told her that I would do anything for her. So, she told me that I couldn’t tell anyone that her sister hated her, she’s living at my house, and that I can’t bother her when she’s in the mansion. Which is hard to do, because Padfoot lives with us, too.
“Look,” I said. “I didn’t mean to bring it up. I just think you should get over the fact I’m Head Boy.
“And I still haven’t told anyone about what’s been happening for the past few years. Pad-Sirius is the only one who knows that you live in my house. But, he doesn’t know about Petunia.”
“Thanks Potter,” she said smiling. She wiped her tears and groaned because she realized that her mascara was running.
I waved my wand and it was all fixed. She thanked me again. We walked for a while and I pulled my Snitch out. I was playing with that for a while. It was fun, for the time-being. The Snitch went out in front of Lily’s face. I grabbed it with ease, not touching her at all.
She looked at me with those eyes, again. The ones that say, ‘You’re an idiot, Potter.’ I smiled back at her and I ruffled my already messy hair. She looked at me harder and I smiled cockier and ruffled my hair even more. Then, she frowned and walked faster.
“What did I do this time?” I asked. That is the most used question for me.
“Your hair, I can’t stand it! Can’t you go one lousy day without ruffling your hair?” Lily yelled. “Looking like you just get off your broom isn’t always that cool! And I thought Filch banned you from using that Snitch in the corridors!”
She grabbed my most prized possession and stuffed it in her robes. Then, she attempted to make my black air straight and neat. She tried for like, ten minutes but it didn’t work.
But, the position we were in was spectacular. He arms were wrapped around my neck and because I’m so tall, I had to bend my knees to the best spot, her chest.
I happily stared for the best ten minutes of my life. Then, I felt her stop. She was staring at me with her ‘You’re a pervert, go away’ eyes. And she turned down one of the corridors to continue patrolling.
Now, we are almost by out dormitory. We were talking-which is something we don’t normally do. And somehow, the conversation got back to her parents.
She really did love them. I saw her on the first day in first year. She was crying because she was going away from her parents for the first time ever. Then, y dad completely ruined the moment by asking why she was crying. He must have thought that she couldn’t get through the barrier.
Then, he introduced himself to them. And they became friends. It was in her mom’s will that said she had to stay with us.
Anyway, Lily started to cry again. I wrapped my arms around her and her hands were frozen on my stomach. I work out a lot. She looked at me in the eyes. They looked sort of like ‘I need something that isn’t sympathy.’
Then, she kissed me. I’ve never been kissed like a girl this way. There were tons of fireworks and it was wonderful. Then, she pushed me against the wall and we kissed some more.
She broke off me and said, “Thanks for being here for me. You’re the only one who understands what Voldemort can do to someone.”
“It was nothing,” I replied. I kissed her again then asked, “Lily, do you want to go to Hogsmeade with me?”
“Of course,” she replied, smiling.
“I can’t believe that was the only thing in this journal,” Harry said, closing the large book.
“Dude, your dad was funny, Harry,” Ron said laughing.
Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny were all at Godric’s Hollow. The only thing in good shape was a box full of things. Like the journal that belonged to James.
Ginny looked in the box and spotted two scrolls. She took them out and handed them to her boyfriend.
“Go on Harry, read it!” Hermione exclaimed.
Harry unrolled one scroll and read:
“Dear Harry,
Hello Harry, we don’t expect you to read this until you’re older so… don’t go asking anyone what anything means. Anyway, I’m writing this as my will. It’s basically saying that you get everything I own. And everything I own is at Sirius’ house: Number 12 Grimmauld Place. Or, it should be. I dunno if Padfoot put it in that house or the one his uncle gave him. He’s your Godfather, so be nice. Just show him this and he’ll give it all to you. You should bring a couple of boxes; I have a lot of stuff.
Love,
James Potter
P.S. Always wear a condom. No matter what. Unless you want something to come out of that girl’s stomach nine months later.
I wore one every time your mom and I did it. And when I found out your mom was pregnant, I thought they didn’t really work. Until I realized it was inside out.
When I told your mom, she just laughed and she said it was okay because she wanted a kid anyway.
Make sure you know you’re ready. Here are ways to know you are:
1. If you really love her
2. She really loves you
3. You’re married
4. And that you can deal with poopy diapers. (Yours smell really bad)”
“Ew, your dad’s a pervert!” Ron exclaimed when Harry finished reading the letter.
“Hey, at least he’s looking out for Harry!” Hermione exclaimed. “He wouldn’t want that many grandkids. He must have thought that Harry would be like him.”
“Well, he is,” Ginny said. “They’re both handsome, smart and in love with red heads.”
“Especially you,” Harry said, kissing her on the lips.
“Yuck, get a room!” Ron complained.
“You should have seen you and Hermione snog yesterday! It was nauseating!” Ginny argued.
Hermione and Ron both turned a very bright red and looked at each other, smiling.
“Harry,” Hermione said, getting back on the subject of his parents. “How will you get all the things your dad gave you? Sirius is dead; you won’t be able to get anything.”
“Hermione, I am about to prove you wrong,” Ron said. “Sirius gave everything he owns to Harry. So, Harry owns Grimmauld Place and his uncle’s house.”
“Oh,” Hermione said, blushing. “That’s right, I forgot.”
“Read the next one,” Ginny exclaimed, eager to know what his mom had to say.
Harry unrolled the tightly rolled scroll and he read:
“Dear Harry,
You should know that Lord Voldemort is coming after us. So, we’re leaving everything we own to you. If you make it out alive. And if we don’t survive but you do, you will either be living with Sirius or with your Aunt Petunia. We love you lots and we hope we can all get through this big mess.
Love,
Lily Potter”
By the end of the letter, Hermione and Ginny looked as though they were about to cry. Harry actually was crying. And Ron was rummaging through the box.
“Harry!” he exclaimed. “Your dad’s Snitch! He must have put a spell on the ball to keep it from moving in the box.”
Harry looked in the box and saw the Snitch. He reached down to touch it and it sprang to life flying every which way until Harry caught it effortlessly. He put it back in the box where it went back to being completely still. Then, he pulled out a photo album.
He saw tons of pictures of his parents. Some were from when they were in school. Others were from their work, the backyard of Godric’s Hollow and inside the house. And, on the last page, Harry gasped. He found the last Horcrux.
FIN
And, there is some inappropiate content: Beware
The Journal
So, here I am, walking with the hottest girl in all of Hogwarts. This is the closest we’ve been since she smacked me yesterday for calling her hot. And that’s the truth. She’s rather sexy.
You might be thinking why we’re so close. You see, she’s the best student Hogwarts has ever seen. She gets top grades all the freaking time. In fact, she’s never gotten anything below an O. The only thing she’s bad at is Quidditch.
I know this because she tried out with all her friends in second year. She was horrible. I asked her if she wanted to not suck horribly. I was trying to offer help but she took it the wrong way.
That’s probably why she hates me so much. Another reason is probably because I don’t try in school and I get E’s and O’s constantly. I’m third in our year. Lily’s first in our year and my best friend Moony is second.
That confuses me. Moony was Prefect, he gets top grades, and he (like Lily) are teacher’s favorites. Why would Dumbledore pick me as Head Boy?
When Lily heard about my Head Boyship, she spent hours trying to get Dumbledore to switch me with Moony or Frank Longbottom. Fortunately, I get to spend a whole school year with her and we get to share a dormitory together.
So, right now, we’re on duty I the corridors. I’m staring at her beautiful red hair bounce as she walks with her arms crossed over her healthily blessed chest. She’s still mad at Dumbledore for choosing me. I try to make her feel better, but it’s no use.
“Evans, maybe Dumbledore’s implying that I’m hot and you’re hot, so we need to do it in our common room tonight,” I say.
She stares at me with her emerald green eyes. They can show whatever emotion she is feeling. They are currently say, ‘You’re an idiot, Potter.’
“You’re an idiot, Potter,” she says. “And a pervert. And an ugly bullying toerag. And an immature prat. And you’re conceited. And you’re a show off. And-“
“All right,” I cut her off. She’s so hot when she’s mad. “I get it. You hate me and you wish I never existed.”
“Well, almost. The only person I wish didn’t exist isn’t even a human,” Lily replied. Oh crap. I touched a sensitive spot. “Because if Lord Voldemort didn’t exist, I wouldn’t have to go into someone else’s home and take their food. Or use their up space.” Then, she started to cry.
Voldemort killed both of Lily’s parents when we were in fifth year. It tore her apart. Her sister couldn’t even think about her without having thoughts off killing her, too.
I, unfortunately, am the only one who knows that about her sister because she has to live at my house. I told her that I would do anything for her. So, she told me that I couldn’t tell anyone that her sister hated her, she’s living at my house, and that I can’t bother her when she’s in the mansion. Which is hard to do, because Padfoot lives with us, too.
“Look,” I said. “I didn’t mean to bring it up. I just think you should get over the fact I’m Head Boy.
“And I still haven’t told anyone about what’s been happening for the past few years. Pad-Sirius is the only one who knows that you live in my house. But, he doesn’t know about Petunia.”
“Thanks Potter,” she said smiling. She wiped her tears and groaned because she realized that her mascara was running.
I waved my wand and it was all fixed. She thanked me again. We walked for a while and I pulled my Snitch out. I was playing with that for a while. It was fun, for the time-being. The Snitch went out in front of Lily’s face. I grabbed it with ease, not touching her at all.
She looked at me with those eyes, again. The ones that say, ‘You’re an idiot, Potter.’ I smiled back at her and I ruffled my already messy hair. She looked at me harder and I smiled cockier and ruffled my hair even more. Then, she frowned and walked faster.
“What did I do this time?” I asked. That is the most used question for me.
“Your hair, I can’t stand it! Can’t you go one lousy day without ruffling your hair?” Lily yelled. “Looking like you just get off your broom isn’t always that cool! And I thought Filch banned you from using that Snitch in the corridors!”
She grabbed my most prized possession and stuffed it in her robes. Then, she attempted to make my black air straight and neat. She tried for like, ten minutes but it didn’t work.
But, the position we were in was spectacular. He arms were wrapped around my neck and because I’m so tall, I had to bend my knees to the best spot, her chest.
I happily stared for the best ten minutes of my life. Then, I felt her stop. She was staring at me with her ‘You’re a pervert, go away’ eyes. And she turned down one of the corridors to continue patrolling.
Now, we are almost by out dormitory. We were talking-which is something we don’t normally do. And somehow, the conversation got back to her parents.
She really did love them. I saw her on the first day in first year. She was crying because she was going away from her parents for the first time ever. Then, y dad completely ruined the moment by asking why she was crying. He must have thought that she couldn’t get through the barrier.
Then, he introduced himself to them. And they became friends. It was in her mom’s will that said she had to stay with us.
Anyway, Lily started to cry again. I wrapped my arms around her and her hands were frozen on my stomach. I work out a lot. She looked at me in the eyes. They looked sort of like ‘I need something that isn’t sympathy.’
Then, she kissed me. I’ve never been kissed like a girl this way. There were tons of fireworks and it was wonderful. Then, she pushed me against the wall and we kissed some more.
She broke off me and said, “Thanks for being here for me. You’re the only one who understands what Voldemort can do to someone.”
“It was nothing,” I replied. I kissed her again then asked, “Lily, do you want to go to Hogsmeade with me?”
“Of course,” she replied, smiling.
“I can’t believe that was the only thing in this journal,” Harry said, closing the large book.
“Dude, your dad was funny, Harry,” Ron said laughing.
Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny were all at Godric’s Hollow. The only thing in good shape was a box full of things. Like the journal that belonged to James.
Ginny looked in the box and spotted two scrolls. She took them out and handed them to her boyfriend.
“Go on Harry, read it!” Hermione exclaimed.
Harry unrolled one scroll and read:
“Dear Harry,
Hello Harry, we don’t expect you to read this until you’re older so… don’t go asking anyone what anything means. Anyway, I’m writing this as my will. It’s basically saying that you get everything I own. And everything I own is at Sirius’ house: Number 12 Grimmauld Place. Or, it should be. I dunno if Padfoot put it in that house or the one his uncle gave him. He’s your Godfather, so be nice. Just show him this and he’ll give it all to you. You should bring a couple of boxes; I have a lot of stuff.
Love,
James Potter
P.S. Always wear a condom. No matter what. Unless you want something to come out of that girl’s stomach nine months later.
I wore one every time your mom and I did it. And when I found out your mom was pregnant, I thought they didn’t really work. Until I realized it was inside out.
When I told your mom, she just laughed and she said it was okay because she wanted a kid anyway.
Make sure you know you’re ready. Here are ways to know you are:
1. If you really love her
2. She really loves you
3. You’re married
4. And that you can deal with poopy diapers. (Yours smell really bad)”
“Ew, your dad’s a pervert!” Ron exclaimed when Harry finished reading the letter.
“Hey, at least he’s looking out for Harry!” Hermione exclaimed. “He wouldn’t want that many grandkids. He must have thought that Harry would be like him.”
“Well, he is,” Ginny said. “They’re both handsome, smart and in love with red heads.”
“Especially you,” Harry said, kissing her on the lips.
“Yuck, get a room!” Ron complained.
“You should have seen you and Hermione snog yesterday! It was nauseating!” Ginny argued.
Hermione and Ron both turned a very bright red and looked at each other, smiling.
“Harry,” Hermione said, getting back on the subject of his parents. “How will you get all the things your dad gave you? Sirius is dead; you won’t be able to get anything.”
“Hermione, I am about to prove you wrong,” Ron said. “Sirius gave everything he owns to Harry. So, Harry owns Grimmauld Place and his uncle’s house.”
“Oh,” Hermione said, blushing. “That’s right, I forgot.”
“Read the next one,” Ginny exclaimed, eager to know what his mom had to say.
Harry unrolled the tightly rolled scroll and he read:
“Dear Harry,
You should know that Lord Voldemort is coming after us. So, we’re leaving everything we own to you. If you make it out alive. And if we don’t survive but you do, you will either be living with Sirius or with your Aunt Petunia. We love you lots and we hope we can all get through this big mess.
Love,
Lily Potter”
By the end of the letter, Hermione and Ginny looked as though they were about to cry. Harry actually was crying. And Ron was rummaging through the box.
“Harry!” he exclaimed. “Your dad’s Snitch! He must have put a spell on the ball to keep it from moving in the box.”
Harry looked in the box and saw the Snitch. He reached down to touch it and it sprang to life flying every which way until Harry caught it effortlessly. He put it back in the box where it went back to being completely still. Then, he pulled out a photo album.
He saw tons of pictures of his parents. Some were from when they were in school. Others were from their work, the backyard of Godric’s Hollow and inside the house. And, on the last page, Harry gasped. He found the last Horcrux.
FIN