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Looking Through Glass

kurare-chan

Looking Through Glass

Chapter 2: Iridescent Eyes

Disclaimer: Harry Potter and all things associated with the books do not belong to me for my name isn't J.K Rowling and I am not a brilliant writer like her. I am just a struggling author who has little writing ability.

A/N: God, the greatest thing happened to me last night. James, adorable Jamsie, creeping into my bedroom on that starry night and kissed me on the lips, whispering that he loved me! Then I woke up! Grrr, so unfair!!! *bawls* *sniff, sniff* Anyway, here's chapter 2 of my story. I want Jamsie all for myself! Life is too unfair. All right, I'll stop babbling and ranting now. But I had too much caffeine this morning! I'm just a buzzzzzzz of energy…!!!

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"Ahem, hello Lillian."

At the deep, amused voice, Lily whipped her head around and her bright green eyes widened a fraction of an inch.

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Walking briskly with a dozen or so new first years in tow, Lily Evans led the way to the common room. Her red hair was tied in a severe bun, which looked quite similar to that of their Transfiguration teacher, Professor McGonagall.

Dinner had been close to an ordeal.

Standing in front of the entire Hogwarts population, when they barely knew you, was not something Lily wanted to repeat. Professor Dumbledore had looked down at her with kindly blue eyes when she had squirmed uncomfortably at everyone's stares when he had announced her as this year's Head Girl.

Of course, when the Headmaster had announced that James Potter was to be Head Boy, he had evidently received a thunderous applause, in which Lily herself had only been given polite clapping out of consideration of her as Head Girl and because Professor Dumbledore seemed to be waiting for that applauding sound.

Her clipped steps, surrounded by the oohs and aahs of the first years as they passed moving portraits of different witches, wizards and muggles alike echoed in the hallway. Lily could remember her own awe at the magnificence that was Hogwarts when she was a first year, seven years ago. And even though most of her seven years had been spent in the library with her nose in a book or studying for a test or just trying to avoid the mass of students, Hogwarts had become like a second home to her.

They soon came to the portrait of the fat lady and the first years peered at her curiously and wide-eyed.

"Good evening, Lily dear," the fat lady greeted cheerfully. Then she waved at the first years that were hiding behind the Head Girl.

Lily gave a small, thin smile. "Good evening as well. Ignios."

The fat lady gave a curtsy and accepted the correct password, opening to reveal a small entrance that led to the Gryffindor Common Room. Lily first stepped inside and the eleven-year-olds followed her eagerly, awaiting more unexpected sights within.

But nothing was out of the ordinary in the common room. It was a warm place, decorated entirely of inviting crimsons and gold. There were comfortable armchairs near the roaring hearth and a gigantic painting was hanging above it. Godric Gryffindor, one of the four great founders of Hogwarts, waved at the curious new students.

Lily cleared her throat to get the first years attention and they turned to face her.

Her tone was firm and slightly cautioning. "Girl's dormitory is to the left while the boy's dormitory is to the right. All of your things have already been delivered to your respective rooms. Now, I am to warn you, being Head Girl, that you are not allowed to wander after lights out and boys are not allowed in the girl's dormitory and vice versa. Whoever is caught breaking these simple rules will be given detention." She looked at them expectantly with her guarded green eyes. "Have you understood what I have said?"

The first years nodded quietly, a bit fearful of this petite seventh year who stood straight and rigid and looked rather strict.

Lily was safe in the Head Girl's room, which was adjoined with the Head Boys - James - through the living room. It was quite a charming room with a comfortable king-size bed with drapes attached to the bedposts. The color of the room depended on which house you belong in and because Lily was a Gryffindor, her room was made of crimson and gold, but in a lighter shade. There was a window that overlooked the lake outside school and she could see the top of the trees of the Forbidden Forest.

Her delicate hand was curved around her hairbrush, sliding it down her soft curls. Her brilliant green eyes were narrowed in contemplation as she assessed her reflection in the mirror.

She didn't have the grotesque features that were present in Petunia. Although Petunia had perfect eggshell white skin, Lily's wasn't so unblemished. A smattering of freckles were scattered on the bridge of her pert nose, and on her smooth cheeks. Her skin was incredibly pale, almost giving off an ethereal glow. Lily was indeed quite beautiful, one of the most attractive girls in Hogwarts. Her waist-length bright red curls were long and silky; framing her heart-shaped face with the full, almost lush lips.

But all Lily could see was a recluse. Alone to fend of the shadows that constantly threatened to overthrow her carefully built walls. She figured that if she wasn't so shy or bloody aloof, she might have made friends.

Clad in her plain cotton blue pajamas, Lily placed down her hairbrush on the counter top and slid off the stool and walked to the bed where a thick book, opened in the middle leaves and faced upside down and crawled on top of the satin sheets.

Instantly, and without any warning, the name James Potter floated into her mind.

Lily gave a faint snort. Why on earth was she thinking of James Potter, that idiotic git. But despite the fact that he fancied playing pranks on other people, he was quite bright. He was always next to her in academics and he was a brilliant Quidditch player, so agile in a broom. He was well loved in his own house and the other houses as well, although the Slytherins would rather eat slugs first before admitting that.

And there was that incident earlier in the Hogwarts Express…

Lily's face coloured slightly at the memory.

+_+ Flashback +_+

James Potter was casually leaning against the doorframe of the compartment, arms crossed and an eyebrow raised over an amused brown eye. A small grin was on his lips and his mess black hair was the same - messy.

"Lillian doesn't suit you, Ms. Evans," he drawled.

Lily regained her composure, hiding her surprise behind a blank mask.

"Potter." She nodded curtly.

James grin grew wider and he entered the compartment, the door closing behind him. Lily did not move from her spot, emerald eyes watching James every move. He sat down on the other seat.

"I had a feeling that you would be the Head Girl this year."

"And you are Head Boy," Lily pointed out coldly, her hands folded nearly on top of her lap. Her eyes were betraying nothing.

He nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah. It was quite a surprise, actually. I didn't think that I would be chosen, I reckoned it would be Remus who'd be Head Boy this year…" James went on eagerly, his voice alive and warm and his brown eyes twinkled at Lily as he spoke.

Internally, Lily felt quite self-conscious. Here was the most popular boy in Hogwarts sitting in front of her and talking animatedly. She had barely spoke no more than a few words when he had started to take charge of the conversation, even if she was just steadily watching him.

And even if Lily would never admit that she was hanging on top his every word; her facial expression remained the same. Stony.

"…so…why haven't I seen you around in Hogwarts often? I would surely remember someone as pretty as you" James was saying.

It took Lily a full ten seconds before she understood the last words James spoke. A tinge of red crept up to her pale cheeks.

James chuckled. "You know Lily, you aren't exactly incapable of speaking and you can talk."

Lily frowned at him. "First of all it is Evans to you, Potter, since we aren't friends and never will be. And second of all, I do not wish to engage in a conversation right now. And if you'll excuse me…"

Her tone had been final and very cool. With a last level look at Potter, she took out a small, muggle novel from her robes pocket and smartly opened it to the page where she had last left off.

James was watching her, a gentle smile on his face. He looked out the window, not minding in the least Lily's rather harsh words.

+_+ End of Flashback +_+

Oh God. She had been the rudest person to James. Lily flinched at the words she had uttered to him that had ended the - his - conversation.

It wouldn't be a surprise if James Potter hated her now. But it did puzzle and intrigue her as how he knew of her. But most of all, he had been thinking of her? At least, as a possible candidate for Head Girl.

Lily shook her head to clear her thoughts of Potter and picked up her book. She didn't have to meet him until tomorrow where they would be having a meeting with the other prefects.

She began to read.

Half an hour later, her eyelids felt burdensome and she gave a little yawn. She closed her book and placed it on her bedside table, beside her wand. Lily pressed her face into the soft pillow and snuggled deeper into the satin blankets. Her breathing grew even and deep as she slept.

Lily dreamed of lonely dreams, as she always did.

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