Yes, it's me. AGAIN!
Anyway, this was inspired by the girl who did a fic inspired by the film Anastasia. So whoever she is, thanks! It is also partly inspired by the film 13 Going on 30, and PersonY2K (aka Shalu/Padfoot's Soul from fanfiction.net) who decided to pen an idea like it.
Disclaimer: Me no own nothing. lol that says I own everything…I don't own anything. Okay, I own all the people you don't recognise. That girl (see above) owns the main idea, Shallie owns the rest.
Summary: Lily has disappeared for three years, and nobody knows where she is. In that time, James has become a successful co-film-writer. What will happen when he is asked to star in his latest film, with the beautiful Leia, who reminds him so much of Lily? Lily/James
Just so you know, there is, again, very little Peter in this. The secret service he is doing is for Voldemort…that's why it looks fishy…
Hope ya enjoy! R/R
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Chapter 1, Vanished
Three years had gone by since they'd all left Hogwarts.
James Potter, who was a gorgeous, tall, muscly, pureblood with unruly, untameable black hair and warm hazel eyes hidden behind frameless glasses, had gone on to be a co-film-writer. He'd had some big hits, along with a close friend and co-writer of his, Fergus Eamonn.
Sirius Black was another pureblooded, tall, muscly and unruly black-haired boy, except that his hair was long and he had grey eyes. He'd become the co-owner of a large joke company known as Paddy's Jokes. That wasn't what it was actually called, though…
Remus Lupin, an average-height half-blood with sandy brown hair and chocolaty eyes, was currently helping Sirius run his joke shops. This was because too many people disliked the fact the poor kid suffered from lycanthropy.
Peter Pettigrew, who was short, blond-haired, blue-eyed, pureblooded and did not excel at anything, had disappeared to go and help some secret service. He couldn't tell the other Marauders because it might have endangered them had they known.
Camellia Freight, a tall, long-curly-blonde-haired half-blood with dazzling jade eyes, incredibly long legs, and always smelling of her namesake, had recently got engaged to her long-term boyfriend. She was currently running a jewellery shop in London.
Hazel Gaul, a tiny pureblood with extremely long straight blue hair and warm purple eyes, was helping Camellia run her jewellery shop. She'd also recently got engaged…to Remus.
Iris Holloway, who was short with messy brown hair to her shoulders and cool grey eyes, a muggleborn, had recently begun clothes designing.
Finally, Lily Evans, who was also muggleborn and had long bloodred curls and almond-shaped emerald eyes, had vanished.
There had been no sign of her since they'd graduated. Her family had no idea where she was, and James, who was still head over heels for her, even though she'd continued to refuse to go out with him all throughout Seventh Year, went searching for her once a month, for a week each time.
He never found her.
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Leia Markffelte yawned and slid out of bed. She raced into her en suite bathroom and washed her face quickly. Then she had a quick shower, and after that she started piling on enough make-up to make it look like she hadn't put any on. She grabbed a comb and started teasing at nonexistent knots in her long manufactured-honey-blonde hair. She looked in the mirror and glared at her emerald eyes. She wished she had beautiful sapphire-coloured eyes, like Darcy Lucas.
Sighing, Leia opened up her wardrobe and started toiling through all the glamorous outfits in there, trying to find one suitable for Marcus's shooting today. He'd said he wanted casual, but dressy.
She settled for a beautiful knee-length red skirt and a plain white blouse with white heels. After she was dressed, she glanced at the wall and the calendar hanging there. At 12 she had lunch with Marcus, followed by the photo-shoot, and that evening she was eating dinner with Fergus, who wanted to talk to her about Life without Lily, which she'd finally consented to act in. Fergus's friend James had co-written it, and it actually looked good after the third read.
The name James had started bugging her the previous night. She was sure she knew him somehow; or she at least knew the name. She remembered somebody, a long time ago, who'd done something to her…
Leia was an actress and a model, and a bloody good one at that. She was one of the only actresses in Britain who had been invited to go to Hollywood recently to star in a film that was set to be big, but she'd turned the offer down to work on LWL. She'd been in an accident three years ago, and could not remember anything before she was eighteen, though she'd invented a name and a past for herself. She'd dyed her hair and set herself up to be a model, and her application had been accepted. She'd now been acting and modelling for over two years.
Leia smiled at her reflection as she caught a glimpse of it in her full-length mirror. Leia wasn't vain, but she did like to look good.
She fluffed out her hair quickly and then rushed out the door and down the many marble flights of her grand London mansion. She exited the house and climbed carefully into the large white limo patiently parked outside, waiting for her.
"Bella's, Miss?" Leia's butler, Howard, asked her briefly.
Leia allowed a grin. Howard knew her schedule just as well as she did. "Of course," she replied. "Where's better?"
They drove off in silence. Leia occupied her time by examining the red nail polish on her fingers to see if it would stick. As the limo drove up outside Bella's café, she thanked Howard and asked him to meet up there again at the set time, then vanished into the café to talk to Marcus.
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James sighed. When he'd helped Fergus to write his film, he'd been thinking too much about Lily. He wished he could see her again, just once.
He'd now been roped in to meet the star of the film who was going to play Lily. She would never be as glamorous as his Lily, he thought. There was nobody else like her.
Having been told to bring a gift before the dinner, James hurried down to Camellia's and got Hazel, who was doing the shift, to find him a beautiful silver necklace.
Hazel giggled. "Another beauty, James?" she asked mischievously. "Won't Lily be jealous?" She and James had a running joke about Lily whenever James had a girl crawling after him.
James smiled softly. "It's for the lead actress of the film I helped co-write. Leia, I think it is. Leia Markffelte."
Hazel's eyes widened. "Leia Markffelte? You mean, the Leia Markffelte? The prodigy of British acting? Wow!" She started scrambling about, and eventually came up with a beautiful gothic silver L on the purest, thinnest silver chain she could find. "Don't knock it James, that's fragile," she told him expertly.
"How much do I owe you?" he asked, pulling out his wallet.
"Free," the blue-haired girl replied. "But you owe me an autograph from Leia. Oh, you can get Camellia and Iris one, too, when you're at it. And probably Remus, too…Oh, and get one for Lily. We'll find her eventually, I promise."
James smiled softly and nodded. Then he grinned. "Will do. Thanks, Hazel." He turned and hurried out of the shop quickly, partly so she wouldn't see his misery at hearing the name `Lily' again.
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Leia walked into the classy restaurant in a long black halternecked dress with a low front and no back, and black stilettos. She glided over to Fergus's table, and quickly checked that her hair was still in place in its bun. Her dangly silver earrings jangled slightly.
As she arrived, Fergus got up and quickly pulled out the chair so that she could sit down. She smiled warmly and clasped her hands in her lap.
Fergus grinned. "Leia, this is my good friend and co-writer, James Potter," he said, indicating the good-looking black-haired fellow next to him wearing a nice emerald tux that matched Leia's eyes perfectly. The boy gave her a quick hello. "James, this is Princess Leia."
Leia giggled and blushed. "Oh, stop doing that, Fergus. You know I'm not royal."
The black-haired boy butted in. "If I may be so bold, Leia, you are beautiful enough to be."
Leia reddened even further, if it was possible, and said, "Well, we certainly didn't come to talk about beauty. Weren't we going to talk about this film the two of you have written?"
"First, I'd like to give you a gift," James said quickly. He deftly checked the necklace by feel to see if it had broken, deduced that it had not, and whisked it out so she could look at it.
Leia took the necklace and gasped. "It's beautiful! Thank you!" She started to clasp it around her neck, but James quickly popped up.
"Allow me," he told her, and he fastened the necklace. It fit perfectly in the hollow of her throat.
James smiled at her when he sat down. He couldn't understand; he was starting to have these feelings that he only got when around Lily. She did remind him of Lily, he thought, with those remarkably similar emerald eyes that were full of obvious happiness but also hidden despair, and her body stature. Her hair was blonde where Lily's was red, but it was possible to dye hair. The final comparison was the similarity in their names; Leia and Lily.
If he hadn't known it to be ridiculous, he would have though she was Lily. As it was, he brushed it away quickly. It was just a stupid thought.
They had a great evening chatting about the film, but as James was walking home with his autographs clasped tightly in his hand, he couldn't stop thinking about Lily.
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What did you think? Hope you enjoyed!
ly all,
J xx
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