DISCLAIMER: I don't claim to be J.K. Rowling, but I do worship her. So yes, everything is hers. Thanks for reading...
ON WITH THE STORY!
The Subject of Inkbottles
Chapter 1: Prelude
Thinking back to her first year, Lily Evans had no choice but to realize that what started this mess was an inkbottle. This horrible, beautiful, terrible, life-changing mess was begun by an inkbottle. A simple inkbottle, with black ink, bought at Flourish and Blotts the summer before.
This particular inkbottle had had it's contents poured upon a certain redhead's aforementioned "red head". And along with her hair, came her temper. And that temper was now being directed at the ink pourer; James Potter. And unfortunately for his friends, by association, that same crazed temper soon spread over to them as well.
FLASHBACK
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Lily Evans was furious. What the hell does that boy think he is doing? Her deep red hair was now turned even darker by the black ink dripping down her curls. She spun around to face James Potter, the fool who had done the pouring. His friends all around him, chuckling like the children they were, all turned silent when they saw her seething face.
"What the hell do you think you are doing?" She yelled in indignation. Potter's face was stripped of its usual grin, momentarily, until he regained his trademark composure.
"It appears to me that you have spilled your ink, dear Lilykins. Would you like me to help you clean that up?" he said innocently. His friends erupted into nervous chuckles, as they now realized that Lily Evans was a nothing if not loaded cannon. And James Potter was the fuse.
"YOU BLOODY PRAT!" she roared, shooting out of her seat, wand at the ready. Unfortunately for Lily, who was about the get the revenge that she saw due, Professor Minerva McGonagall stopped her halfway through a powerful Bat-Bogey Hex.
"Miss Evans! I should think that you would know what the proper behavior is within a classroom! Control yourself! Another outburst like this, and your first year at Hogwarts may very well be your last!" She cried, thin-lipped and sour-faced as always.
Lily huffed, and returned to her seat. And because McGonagall was giving her dirty looks, she decided that she would apologize. Although she would certainly not be sincere.
"Sorry Potter." she spat. He smiled devilishly.
"S'not a problem Evans. Anyway, I'm sure there is something you can do to make it up to me..." He said, waggling his eyebrows suggestively. Lily's face flew into a blush, and she struggled for words. And once she found them; James was on the floor with a powerful leg-locker curse, and Lily was getting her very first detention.
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END OF FLASHBACK
And so, that was the beginning of their hatred of each other. They were rude, they were uncouth, and they were dangerous. He turned her hair green; she sent a Jelly Legs Jinx his way. She pushed his face into his cereal; he made her levitate throughout one school day. Other students learned to run the opposite way if both of them were in the same room. Silencing charms were one of the most used charms in Gryffindor Tower, in order for the other residents to actually sleep through the night. And that was the way they were, the way things were, for the next five years. And it seemed as if nothing would ever change. Until one day...
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Love,
--Missing Summer