Author's Note: Wow. This is fun. I just started a fanfiction story yesterday and impulsively today, whilst reading fanfiction again of course, started another story. :D But this one actually goes somewhere : ) I'm unsure of what genre to put this in. It starts out a lot more light hearted, but inevitably will turn a bit serious. Also, there's a bit of romance I suppose, but the romance is kept at minimum, only because I'm awful at writing romance. And because, for heaven's sakes, it's Voldemort and Lily Potter : )
Setting: This is set in Hogwarts, the 7th year of a generation back from Harry Potter himself - so in other words, the 7th year of James and Lily Potter. Just for kicks, I've shifted Voldemort's time frame back a bit and he is now the same age as James and Lily. Cool. Great. Spectacular.
Disclaimers: Characters, as well as practically everything else, belongs to J.K. Rowling.
Chapter 1: Problems, Headaches, and Disgusting Habits
Lily's POV
"I JUST WANTED TO BE LOVED!" his screech sounded like my mother's when she was experiencing pre-menstrual symptoms whilst screaming at father.
I twitched as the disturbingly loud and choked up sob echoed in the streets of Hogsmeade, shaking the ground a bit.
Mothers pulled their children closer.
Children pulled their dolls closer.
And the men would've pulled their egos closer if they had paid more attention to their surroundings.
"There there Tommy," I put on the softest voice I could muster, in an attempt to comfort him, "everything will be alright; let's stop crying now okay?"
I tried my best to smile, and to my relief he quieted down for a few seconds, wiped his nose on his sleeve (I'll have to lecture him on that disgusting habit later), and lifted his eyes to mine.
But of course, I couldn't just leave it there.
"See? Everything's going to be okay! Don't worry; you still have me! How bout this; we'll go get some Ben and Jerry's; I'll even ask the lady to add crushed oreos, just like you like it. Won't that be nice? And soon you'll forget about that little heartless-" Before I could finish he had erupted in tears and was once again bawling all over the place.
I sighed.
This was useless.
I could feel the eyes of strangers glued on Tom and I.
This was ridiculous! Simply ridiculous.
Hell, it was beyond ridiculous.
Lily Evans was not going to tolerate this behavior. I had more patience than most witches and wizards my age, but even I had a limit. And his tear-drenched seven-day let-us-all-gather-together-and-torture-Lily session was pushing the limit further than I thought anything could.
Ugh, I let out a frustrated groan.
The more he cried, the more people stared, and the more angry- I mean the angrier I became. Even my usual accurate grammar senses were failing me.
I could feel my face heating up and I knew what was coming. I stopped walking, took a breath, and stared him straight in the eye.
"THOMAS. MARVOLO. RIDDLE. WILL YOU JUST SHUT THE HELL UP! YOU ARE ACTING LIKE AN IMMATURE LITTLE TWIT, AND YOUR INCESSANT BAWLING IS MAKING A HUGE SCENE; WILL YOU PLEASE GET A FREAKING HOLD OF YOUR DENSE, WORTHLESS SELF?" I glared at him, fuming, taking deep breaths to calm myself down.
If I hadn't known better, I would've thought that my little outburst had worked.
But of course I knew better.
And of course I was right. It did nothing but make the situation worse.
Tom took one startled look at me, as tears, much to my regret, started welling up in his eyes again. He wiped his nose on his sleeve (god he really needs to stop doing that), and stormed off.
Great. Just great.
Note: Evans is Lily's maiden name for those who didn't know.
Next chapter will be longer!