Author's Note: Hello to all who are taking the time to read my story! Thank you so much! This is based 80's movie Sixteen Candles. It's one of favorite movies and I just love the plot of the movie so I decided to use this plot in the amazing Harry Potter world. Enjoy!
It's my birthday. My sixteenth birthday. Shouldn't I be waking up to shouts of "Happy Birthday" handful of glitter and streamers falling from the sky, and maybe a hot guy ready to take me away on a white horse?
Maybe I'm asking for too much on the last one, but hey! I'm sixteen! But no. I awaken with none of that. Instead I get grunts and a couple of swear words thrown at me just because I woke up excitedly, accidentally tripped over my trunk and fell on top of one of my sleeping roommates. Who then started yelling and kicking, which then led me to start screaming and freaking out; trying to get her to shut up. I caused that whole fucking chain reaction just because of my stupid clumsiness and my urge to be happy on my birthday.
Now everyone hates me so early in the morning. This is the start of a great day. A great fucking day.
"Sorry, sorry I just have-"
"Oh shut it Evans"
"But I said I’m sor-"
"I-I-I" stammered and then a pillow was thrown at me straight on in the face. Aren't my roommates just lovely?
I stumbled backwards but was able to maintain my unreliable balance, well until I stepped back and tripped on air and fell on my arse. It was like the earth tilted and I was the only object not being held by gravity.
Thanks gravity. I owe you one. My stupid roommates laughed as I tried to get up (or at least crawl to the bathroom)
Today is not my day. I try to get up with the remaining dignity I have and flee to the bathroom. I close the door and lean against it. I can still hear them laugh, even with a piece of wood between me and them. Oh bugger.
Breathe Lily, breathe.
Ladies and gents, another day in the sometimes unnoticed life of Lily Evans. Yippee.
I move to the full length mirror and try to see any differences with my body. Shouldn't turning sixteen grant beauty to the unfortunate?
But no again. I look the same as yesterday. I have the same round face. The same plain wavy red hair that clashes with almost everything I wear. I still have plain green eyes, I still have no butt. No change. Maybe it would be too much to ask for bigger boobs but maybe a glowing appearance would be nice. No, I get nothing. Notta. Zip. Nothing. Shit bro, my life is pretty sad.
I suddenly have the urge to pray to the beautiful Greek goddesses that I've read from my muggle collection. I start waving my arms in the air and start chanting in my head "oh goddess from the heavens above, please grant this unfortunate one boobs or a butt or whatever you have to share, anything to better this sappy fool" I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror. Heres a sixteen year old girl waving her arms in the air and chanting nonsense to herself. I'm an idiot.
I can't look at myself anymore and I move to the shower. I undress quickly and slip in. Maybe the hot water will soothe me and my teenage angst. Yes. Yes it does for a while. I soon start going through the paranoid getting old stage. Oh my god. I'm a year older; I will never be fifteen again. I will never be a year younger. I'm getting older every second. Oh my Merlin tube socks, I'm going to die very soon. Holy shit. Ow. I finally notice that my scalp is hurting. I guess I must have scrubbed my head with shampoo with unneeded force. He-he?
Think of ponies, think of unicorns, think of bouncing babies, oh no in a few years I may have a baby, hell I can get pregnant now. Who am I kidding? I'm weird as fuck, no one would get near me nor would they impregnate me. Oh Merlin's dirty trousers, I'm probably going to be single my whole life. I'm going to be forever alone. I'm going to be one of those crazy old women who sits on their porch, just rocking on their rocking chairs, screaming at any noise and at any signs of happiness. Oh god no. I'm going to be a cat lady. And I'm allergic to cats. NO. NO. NO. Think of glitter, think of the smell of new parchment, think of cupcakes. Yeah cupcakes, I like cupcakes, with sprinkles and rainbow frosting on them. Oh yeah.
I get depressed again when I look down at myself and see my naked body. Here comes the self loathing again. Tracy Levy, turned sixteen months ago, one day she was fifteen and plain, next day she turned sixteen and bam! She's gorgeous and is guaranteed a date to Hogsmeade every time there is a trip. I consider drowning my shampoo.
"Evans get out already!"
"C'mon, you've been there forever!" Dam they interrupted my suicide thoughts.
Maybe they were worried that I slipped and died in the bath.
No, I doubt that, they're just concerned about their hygiene. Stupid witches. I quickly get out and wrap a towel around myself and leave the bathroom. The second I step out, one of them enters and then there’s pounding on the door again for the other girl to hurry up. I roll my eyes at them. I get dry, slip into my uniform and use my wand to dry my hair. I take about 10 minutes to get ready in total. My wavy hair is untamable and no makeup will flatter my freckles. Trust me, I tried.
I look around the small Gryffindor dormitory and I examine my roommates at work. Lindsey Wycoff, short brunette, is applying mascara, the blonde one next to her is Sherley Crowe, and she’s currently applying a foundation potion that should remove her bad acne. It isn't working. And there’s the bitchiest 6th year of all, is curling her hair with her wand. Sonny McConners. That's the bitch that threw a pillow at me. That motherthumping asshat. I roll my eyes at them again. What are they getting all pretty for? Its class not a school dance. Stupid witches. I grab my satchel as I leave the dormitory unnoticed.
As I walk down the halls and past the moving and talking pictures, I can't help but feel a bit giddy. Sure this morning was pure crap, but I have the whole day to make it much better. I enter the great hall and I'm greeted by chatting Hogwarts students and the warm smell of toast and bacon. I feel my stomach grumble.
I move to my usual seat at the Gryffindor table. Within the house structures of Hogwarts, there’s a social-table-hierarchy, here’s how it goes. The losers slash geeky-not the smart kind more of the cool gadgets and star war figurine collectors- kind of people. They're the rejected folk and are considered the Hogwarts luneys. The very front of the table are the conceited Gryffindor, the Gryffindors who's fathers invented something outstanding or work in the ministry, those kind of Gryffindors. Then in the middle of the table seats more of the popular Gryffindors like the marauders and then there’s people like me who get good grades (or at least pass by) and aren't really noticed, who sit almost near the luneys but not yet in their force field. I sit down and pour a glass of pumpkin juice into an empty goblet. I then grab some toast on my plate and serve myself some eggs and bacon. How I love food. It completes me.
As I'm munching over my toast, which would better with some more jam or something; it's too dry, I have the feeling that someone is staring. I look up and see that a boy with fluffy blond hair and loads of freckles on his nose is looking at me. No, more like staring at me. I look away quickly. I think he's a fifth year and a prefect, I recognize him from one of the meetings.
I look back at him and the bloke is still staring. Do I have yolk on my chin? I wipe my chin with a napkin just in case. This bloke has a creepy stare. One of those "I'm staring down into your soul and looking at your deepest secrets" kind of stares. Out of the fucking blue this guy winks at me.
I almost choke on my toast.
I widen my eyes in shock and look away freaked out. I pretend to take a sip from my goblet nonchalantly. I don't think it worked.
I look over to the rest of the table and oh god, if I really was drinking something, I would have spit it all over myself. Look at the gorgeous English man. He's throwing toast at his very hot mate. Oh my hormones. There in the center of the table are the Marauders, the populars of the Gryffindor. It consists of four. Here are our bachelors.
1. Remus Lupin- the sandy hair, blue eyed bombshell. He's a fellow prefect with a great love of books.
2. Peter Pettigrew- he's the least known of the group and yet completes the group in an unexplainable way.
3. Sirius Black- Oh mama, give me a glass of water to quench my flaming ovaries. He's tall, dashing, has beautiful black hair that gracefully falls over his gray mysterious eyes. You wanna bad boy? Someone who will make your bones tremble when he flashes you smile? Then that’s your guy. And now the best for all.
4. James Potter- Just look at him and bam! You're pregnant. Sure Sirius fires you up but James finishes you off if ya know what I mean. Ha-ha. Dam hormones.
Now James Potter, he has this amazing jet black messy hair, it’s both but kinda long but short hair. Its musicians slash athlete hair. I-don't-care-about-my-hair-but-I-really-do hair.
It’s so beautiful. I want to touch it.
Then there are his eyes. They're these hazel orbs that I've been told if you look into them long enough, you can see your soul swimming right in front of you. Crazy shit right? And those hazel eyes are hidden beyond glasses that are placed on his beautiful nose.
I love a guy with a beautiful nose. If you're lucky enough to marry a guy with a nice nose, then you're kids will have a nice nose.
Ahh James. By now you probably figured out I like James. And you're right. 100%. 200%
You must also be asking why haven't I made a move because you know I'm the most confident girl in Hogwarts.
I'm socially awkward. I'm surprised I even have a best friend. The only time I've ever had direct contact with James was a just few weeks ago, when he wanted a fork that was close to me. He yelled "Oi freckles pass that fork" and of course instead of me being all cool and passing the fork all seductively and accidentally brushing my fingers against his fingers, I stayed frozen like a dumb arse. I seriously just gawked at him with my mouth open and he burrowed his eyebrows and asked someone else. I must have had un-chewed food hanging in my mouth.
Aren't I the most grace-fullest girl in the world? I bet other girls would have reacted better than I did. Well there’s a lot of girls that like him. Even guys do. Heck I wouldn't be surprised if professor Flitwick had a thing for him. He really is a dashing fellow.
Oh fuck no.
Here she comes. That bitch. I'm going to throw up I just know it.
Caroline Crathers, as I like to call her the Hufflepuff Whorebag, is currently dating James Potter. She's everything a guy with James's status would date. Someone with big boobs, platinum blonde hair, green sparkling eyes and model legs. Perfect right?
But I don't know there's something about James that says he doesn't like girls like that. Ugh, who am I kidding? I'm just trying to give myself the dimmest light of hope.
How would I love to kill or er seriously injure that girl. Hmm maybe stabbing her with a fork would be okay. A figure than sits next to me and grabs the toast I was holding. Sarah, who's a Ravenclaw, is my best friend, bites into my toast.
I nod my head towards the center part of the table. She looks behind her shoulder, turns around and roll her eyes.
"You know it"
I grimace at the new sight ahead of me. The Hufflepuff Whorebag and James are snogging. Ew. I look away in disgust and start banging my head on the table trying to knock that image out of my head.
"Stop, stop Lily! I need that brain intact to help me in potions today" Sarah says trying to refrain my shoulders.
I glare at her. You would think that a Ravenclaw would be smart enough to pass potions.
"Cheer up! It's your birthday and you should be happy" Sarah says grinning.
"You remembered!" I say excitedly.
"Duh!" Sarah says rolling her eyes, as if how would anyone forget a birthday. "Here I got you a present, wait, let me look, close your eyes"
I laugh and close my eyes obediently. I hear rumpling of parchment and a few swear words come from her.
Sarah is the most disorganized person I know. I think that's why I connected so easily with her, she's my opposite. We met and became friends right away after sitting together in transfiguration, first year. She still wears different color ribbons in her brown hair according to her mood; her blue eyes still shine with mischief and she still uses the same vanilla perfume.
"Phew, ok you can open your eyes" she says 'eyes' in a singsong tone.
I open my eyes and see a wrapped up rectangular box. The wrapping has birthday cakes on them with floating candles. I rip off the wrappings and take off the lid.
It's a green silk scarf.
I smile and hug Sarah.
"I thought it would go great with the dress you're wearing for your sister's wedding. Plus it matches your eyes!"
"It's perfect, thank you."
"Oh that's nothing, "Sarah mutters bashfully turning slightly red. "Talking about sister and their weddings, when do you have to go?"
I groan and slump in my seat. "Don't remind me about it"
"Come on Lily, it can't be that bad. She is your only sister and it's her special day"
Yes it is that bad. My sister practically hates me. Ever since I got my Hogwarts letter and she didn't, meaning she wasn’t magical, she's been different towards me. Before the letter, we use to be inseparable. We use to share a room even though there was two separate rooms for both of us. Petunia and I would talk through the night about boys, clothes and nail polish. But now it’s completely different. Every time I come home for the holidays, she tries to stay away from me as much as possible. When she is near me (for example during dinner time) she tries to brag about going to a normal school, how popular she is and how she has all the boys crawling up her street. Mom says that she just misses me.
Psfh, missing me my ass.
And last summer when I got home, Petunia bought her current boyfriend to dinner. His name is Vernon Dursley, he's quite beefy, is apparently growing a mustache, and very dull. All he talks about himself and hoping to get into his father's business of drill. Blah blah blah. I almost fell asleep in the mash potatoes, well anyways after the most dullest dinner I have ever had, Petunia dropped the "m" bomb on us.
Yes she said the "m" word. Marriage.
My dad dropped the pot of tea he was serving, and my mom started crying. My dad started saying that Petunia was too young to get married and that she hasn't experienced life yet. My mom kept babbling on that they should set a date and place for the wedding and start getting a list of invites. Petunia then started saying that she was in love with and she wanted to spend the rest of her life with him. She soon started crying.
What was I doing? I was eating the chocolate pudding mum served for dessert. I was just keeping my mouth shut in case they tried to get me into the argument like they always do. I think Vernon too was trying to stay out of the argument, because he kept eating his pudding while watching the shouts like a tennis ball game. At one point he caught my eye, pointed to the pudding and mouthed "good pudding right?" I nodded and smiled apologetically. After all this was his first experience in the Evans normal arguing. I do wish him luck with the family. Right when I started to finally tune out the shouting I heard my name leave Petunia's lip glossed mouth. Shit.
"I bet if Lily told you she was going to marry one of the freaks from her freak school, you would be jumping for joy, hoping to get some grand children."
More fucking arguing.
Petunia kept going on about how mum and dad love me more and how I get all the attention and on and on about how I'm a freak and how I ruin absolutely everything.
That's when I exploded.
"SHUT UP PETUNIA! SHUT UP! Just because mum and dad disagree with you getting married doesn't mean that you can blame everything on me. I didn't even know you were dating this sappiest bloke, no offense-turning to Vernon’s direction, I turned back to my sister- until this very dinner, I'm barely here the whole year to know your business, for god’s sake I just got here! So how could have I ruined everything? For a minute there in was happy about your wedding, I actually supported you, but know you can stick it up ass you twit."
Everyone shut up. Even Petunia, who had her mouth open.
I then excused myself from the table, said to Vernon it was a pleasure to meet to meet him, told my parents goodnight, gave Petunia a dirty glare and then went to my room. Which actually use to be me and Petunia's room until she moved her stuff to the empty bedroom when I was in my second year.
The next morning over breakfast, it seemed as if last night’s argument died out a bit but I made sure to keep quiet and invisible as possible. Soon enough, Petunia mentioned to mum about hunting dresses as soon as possible and mum suggested to have me as a maid of honor.
I dropped my spoon in my cereal. My mom, the cause of all my problems.
So there's another argument which involved my mum and sister crying. Trust me having two females crying in the same room is dangerous.
I once again continue eating my cereal acting oblivious to two women crying by the kitchen sink. Munch munch munch. All of sudden they start hugging and they're talking about the wedding as if the argument that just occurred, never happen. The fuck? Petunia compromises to have me as a bride’s maid than a maid of honor.
Once my mum left the kitchen to call grandma about the wedding, Petunia leaned over the table and said, more like snarled at me "You should be very grateful that I'm putting you in the wedding."
You really think I'm lucky? Think it over bitch.
"But I swear if you stick one toe out of line, you'll be out of this wedding party like this." she snapped her bony fingers at me. I kept a poker face and continued eating cereal like no fucks were given. She finally got up, flipped her hair and walked out. I hope she trips and falls down the alise.
You now she why she hates me.
"Lily you're dazing off again" Sarah says waving her hand in front of my face.
"Oh yeah what were you saying?"
"I asked what time are you leaving for the wedding?"
"When I spoke to Dumbledore yesterday he told me to go to his office today by midnight. He said he'll have a Portkey ready for me to take me to Hogsmeade, where I can then take the Knights bus home."
"Why so late?" Sarah asked raising an eyebrow.
"Two reasons, one, he wanted me to make sure I was packed and had all my work before I went away and two, I have to patrol tonight." I shrugged reaching across the table to pour myself more juice.
"That sucks, I thought we were at least going to spend the day before break together, why couldn't have your sister waited to get married until after you started spring break?" Sarah pouted.
"In spite I bet" Sarah shook her head "Maybe you're just overreacting, oh look the owls" Sarah pointed upwards. A swarm of owls started swooping in around the Great Hall, dropping letters and packages. I perked up in my seat waiting to receive my usual package from my parents.
My owl didn't come by.
I looked around at the ceiling hoping to find my tawny brown owl, but it wasn't even in sight.
"What's the matter Lily?" Sarah asked worriedly. I must have had devastation written all over my face.
"I-I didn't get anything from my parents, they always send me something on my birthday." I muttered slowly.
"It's okay, maybe it'll come during lunch! Remember they're preparing for tomorrow, so they might have sent it in for noon postage" Sarah said optimistically. She did have a point but over the six years I've been in Hogwarts, my parents always sent me at least a letter in the morning of my birthday. My sixteen birthday, which is like a milestone in the muggle world. This is strange.
"I guess you're right," I huffed.
"You know I'm right," Sarah said snatching the piece of toast in my hand. She winked at me and I rolled my eyes at her.
"Get your own, the plate is right next to you," I mumbled grumpily. I don't like it when people take my food.
"Yours taste better" I rolled my eyes again and grabbed another piece, holding this one a bit tighter than necessary.
"Eh, yuck, doesn't it seem dry today? It usually isn't this way" Sarah grimaced chewing the toast with her mouth open.
"I know right? That's the same thing I was thinking!" I exclaimed.
"It needs jam or something."
"Exactly!" at least she had good tasting abilities. I took a knife and smeared some strawberry jam on my toast and then it disappeared. My so called best friend stole my toast. Again. This bitch is about to go down. Luckily for her, we're in a public place, but if weren't I probably would have pounced at her. But I settled for a nice witty retort.
"I hope you choke on it and die." Good one Lily, you showed her, I'm proud of you.
"Ha-ha--" Sarah gasped suddenly. I looked at Sarah and immediately regretted what I said. Her eyes were wide open, her mouth was open, dangling with food and her left hand was on her chest. Shit Lily, you just had too.
"Are you okay? I didn't mean it" I said frantically trying to pound my hand on her back. She stopped my hand and I watched Sarah move in a rush, starting to get her things from the table. I watched as she hurriedly tried to stuff herself with the remaining food on her plate.
"What? Where are you going?"
"E fogob bha e hbe ve shje enry behor pothns."
"English please." I commanded. She finally swallowed and said, "I have to go see Henry before potions."
"To stalk him again?"
"It's not stalking him, its casually observing him from a far," Sarah answered indigently.
"Hmm-mm" I said raising an eyebrow.
"Oh shut it and enjoy your scarf birthday girl."
"Don't mind if I do" I grabbed the scarf from the box and wrap it around my neck dramatically.
"Bye weirdo" Sarah laughed as she half walked and half ran out of the the Great Hall.
Boy crazy in my opinion, but this Henry bloke has been her obsession for months now. He's in the same house as her but she’s never had enough nerve to talk to him. It was now harder to talk to him than ever because he came back from Christmas break totally transformed. He traded his glasses for contact lenses, got a haircut and probably started a treatment for his acne. Now he's part of the popular crowd so there’s a lot of girls all over him, making Sarah another swooning girl. So Sarah likes him from a far, always wishing to someday be able to at least say hi to him. I sigh and start eating the eggs on my plate. I glance at my watch and notice that I'm going to be late for potions. I put my new scarf away in its box and put it away hastily in my bag. I pick up my goblet and start drinking whatever rest of juice I have as I start getting up. When suddenly I bump into someone and my chest instantly feels wet. And I thought my morning couldn't get worse.
I look down at my drenching shirt in shock and look up to see who caused this shit.
James fucking potter.
I stare at him gaping like a fish; my mouth wide open and shivering from the cold. He also has a shock face. "I-I-I'm so sorry" he begins to stutter. Right behind him is the Hufflepuff whore bag and Sirius who has the same look as James.
And then she laughs and in slow mode (like they show in the movies) I see her point at me and say "pathetic". I feel like running away and crying. I've tried staying in this castle unnoticed and when I do get noticed I get humiliated and called pathetic.
I finally start moving from my frozen state, I grab my bag and shove past them trying to stifle the tears that are daring to fall.
I hear James shout "Hey wait!" Behind me and I start walking faster. Once I'm by the doors I feel someone grab my arm and move me aside.
"Look I'm really sorry, I was rushing and I didn't see you-"
I couldn't focus on anything he said. All I knew is that this was the closest I have ever stood near him. I've only ever observed him from a far but up close, he was more gorgeous than I imagined. His nose was a bit crooked at the tip and he had three freckles under his left eye. Actually he had small blue and purple bags under his eyes from not enough sleep. His hazel eyes were much were more beautiful up close. There was so much sincerity and emotion in them. I bet they sparkled in the sunlight. He still had his hand on my arm. It was a strong and yet gentle. I noticed he stopped talking and was expecting me to say something. I looked up at his eyes again and I saw the reflection of myself; a dazed and confused girl.
I cleared my throat and looked down at my arm again.
"Oh sorry....again." James half smirked taking his hand off my arm.
I felt my arm go cold.
"It's okay, it was an accident," I mutter looking at him again.
He looked at my shirt and smiled embarrassingly "Well you're wearing a white shirt and I can see..."
I looked down at my shirt and he was right. You could see my pinked dotted bra right through the material. I feel my face heat up. Can this day get any worse? I get shunned by my roommates, get gawked by a weirdo, get no post from my parents on my birthday, get a drink spilled on me by my crush who then sees my bra. The fuck did I do to you world?
James clears his throat. "No worries, I can fix that." He assures me confidently. He takes out his wand and waves it over my shirt.
I feel my chest get dry and not a single stain was left.
"Thanks," I said nervously. James dried my shirt. My hero.
"I'm also sorry about Rachel laughing. I-I don't know why she did that in the first place, she’s never like that." I shake my head in disbelief. She’s usually isn't like that? She’s the most stuck up person I know, always trying to push people down to get what she wants and James thinks that she’s great?
"It's alright." I start moving away when James stops me again holding my arm.
"Wait, don't go- it's- it's-" he points at my eyes, "Wow, you have beautiful eyes."
Hold on a sec. Did he just say that I have really beautiful eyes? My plain green eyes? Well I always thought they were great too.
I can feel the seconds; minutes go by with me saying nothing. This must be the longest a person has ever spoken or even responded.
Come on Lily say "Thanks, I think yours are pretty neat too."
Nothing comes out.
Say something witty or something clever.
SAY SOMETHING LILY!
At this moment you can say anything and it won't be awkward as this.
Really? Is that you can come up with? A vowel? No wonder you're socially awkward.
I heard sort of a shriek come from the Hufflepuff whore bag "Come on Jamesy! I thought you were going to walk me to class!"
I saw James's jaw tense as he turned around and shouted back "I'll be there in a sec."
He turned around back to me. "Bye, wait I never got your name." James said adjusting the strap of his bag on his shoulder.
"Lily, Lily Evans."
"I'm James Potter" he said putting out his hand to shake mine.
Oh I know your name.
I met his and it felt like electricity. It wasn't like a stung feeling but more of a connecting feeling. It felt fucking awesome. We let go a little longer than what's expected in a handshake.
"I won't forget, Lily" and as he turned around I swore I heard him whisper my name again. I watched his disappearing figure as he walked over to the Hufflepuff whore bag, who would probably start nagging him about something stupid. I didn't care if I got humiliated by the populars of Hogwarts, or that my crush saw my bra, all I knew is that for just a few minutes, James had his full attention on me.
I smiled to myself and walk to potions.
Author's Note: So what do y'all think about this chapter? Will there be more awkward James and Lily moments? Can it get more awkward? Will that weirdo show himself again? What about that Hufflepuff Whore Bag? Don't you just hate her already? Tell me what you think! Review!
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