First Encounter with a Toerag FINISHED

Shellwarrior

So I originally wrote this Lily/James One-Shot for MuggleNet, but for some reason, they wouldn't accept it. So here it is. It's about the first time James and Lily meet, written from Lily's POV. Enjoy!

Do you know that feeling? That unexplainable rush of blood through your veins when you meet someone? Someone you've never met before, but are familiar with anyway? Like you've known them for ages?
Someone you've never met, but who you entirely, completely and utterly could trust, even with your life?

No, me neither.

Let me introduce myself. My name is Lily Evans and I'm a witch. Yes, I was quite surprised myself that witches and wizards exist. I received a letter saying I was accepted into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

I believed it to be a blatant lie.

But, as I am of very curious nature (and my mother's very convincing), the first of September I was standing on King's Cross, and I had absolutely no idea where I could find ‘platform nine-and-three-quarters'. Actually, I was quite sure it didn’t exist.

I sighed and leaned into a brick wall, leaning with one arm on my large trunk.

Oh, ouch and darn.

I had fallen through said wall and was now standing on a platform filled with strange looking people. Hmf. Bugger.

I decided to look for a compartment. I shot an envious look to a boy who was being hugged (rather fiercely, I might add) by his brisk looking mother. The woman was supporting a grand red bag and a ridiculous hat with a bird on top. My parents were not here for the simple reason that my big sister, Petunia, had to go to her boyfriend, Vernon, and my parents had to pick her up. Bugger. Again.

I entered the red train in the middle, and found a compartment. I heard a whistle and my stomach flipped over. I was really going to a school for wizards. Omigosh.

I tried to put my trunk in the luggage rack. Stupid bugger was obviously way too heavy for poor little me. It slipped through my fingers and I found myself nearly squashed underneath it.

Nearly.

One second, I was able to look up in disbelief at the bottom side of my trunk, which was suddenly floating above my red head. Next thing I knew, I felt rather than I saw a boy throwing his weight at my feet in an attempt to tackle me, clearly on his mind to rescue me from my grim fate. I lay sprawled on the (not very comfortable, I have to say) train floor, supporting the weight of said boy on my legs, on which he held on pretty tight.

That's how I first met James Potter and I cannot say I felt the aforementioned feelings about recognition. In fact, I was feeling rather embarrassed, because he had tackled me and seemed to have no intention of letting go.

"Uh, you can let go of me now."

He looked up. Hazel eyes peeked from underneath untidy black hair. I noticed his nose, which was far too long for his face.

"Oh, I am so sorry, Miss...?"

"Evans," I grumbled not very sophisticatedly. I tried to heave up, brushing my shoulder length red hair out of my freckled face.

He stood up and gave me a hand. I decided to ignore it and got up by myself. Honestly, who did he think he was?

"You might tell me your name." I said rather annoyed.

"James Potter at your service, ma'am. And this would be my loyal friend, Sirius Black."

I now for the first time noticed the other boy, with messy locks of dark hair and a careless grin. He was whirling his wand between his fingers and it was been clear that he was the one who stopped my trunk from squashing my tiny figure by casting some sort of spell.
I nodded, not sure what to do. James Potter studied my face in a rather annoying way, namely because his mouth was half-opened and he seemed to drool.

No, just kidding. But he looked like he was about to.

I raised an eyebrow (to give me some dignity). He swallowed and said: “Oh my, you have the most beautiful green eyes I have ever seen.”

I was getting thoroughly annoyed by his behaviour and snapped: “You know, that was entirely unnecessary. The freezing-the-trunk-in-mid-air-part was fine, but you didn’t have to smash me down to the ground.”

He grinned a lopsided grin and ruffled his already messy hair in a way that immediately annoyed me grandly.

“We were merely helping, Miss Evans. Thank you for inviting us.”

He and his silent friend sat down on one of the couches. They were looking up at me expectantly.

“I’m sorry?” was all that I had been able to blurt out. Very good, Lily. Subtle and to the point. “I do not remember inviting you to anything. Hence, I would appreciate it if you would lower my trunk and then get away, before I get an older student to help you out.”

Potter and Black didn’t look impressed by that statement. Black opened his mouth for the first time.
“You’re going to get us caught?”

“Yes.”

They, however, merely laughed and remained where they were. Bugger. I decided staring would be a good option, and I started to send death glares to both of them.

Oh. It didn’t work.

I started yelling that they had to get out. Suddenly, a calm voice was heard.

“Is there a problem?”

A small boy with yellowish eyes stood in the door opening. He looked around in bewilderment, from my (still floating) trunk, my (probably embarrassingly) red face and ultimately to Potter and Black, who now were looking slightly relieved that the boy had come to their rescue. Ha.

I told him quickly what had happened earlier. The boy nodded and gestured to the two other boys. After a quick word, Black raised his wand and lowered the trunk, still supporting that arrogant grin. I suppressed the sudden urge to both hug my trunk and to kick Black in the shins. I decided not to do either and thanked the boy with the yellowish eyes a lot. He nodded again and exited my compartment with the two others. For a long time, I could still hear their laughter.

And thus I first met James Potter. I was still thoroughly confused and bothered by it. I knew the following seven years on this school won’t be the smoothest. But hey, with my impeccable wit and common sense, I was supposed to get through them normally.

Right?