Seeds Will Grow [Harry Potter]

COMPLETED: Harry Potter One-Shot. Marauder's Era. Lily and James get some interesting news this year. How will they cope? Will they have to lean against one another for support?


1. Chapter One


"Dumbledore has finally lost his marbles. Why else would he be making me head boy?"

Sirius sniggered at the dazed looking James.

"He really has got to be joking! Maybe he's got the date wrong and thinks it is April Fool's Day – either way, he's gone completely barmy.

"Whatever you say," said the still smirking Sirius.

James flopped down onto the bed beside his best friend and sighed in frustration.

"What am I going to do?" he moaned.

Sirius sat still for a moment. A thoughtful expression appeared on his face.

"You could always find out who the Head Girl is going to be and make her life a living hell."

James brightened up at this idea and immediately ran to get a scrap of parchment and a quill.

"We'll need supplies," he answered to Sirius' enquiring look.

A smile broke out across Sirius' face.


The Hogwarts Express chugged across its well-etched path in the English and Scottish countryside. Occasionally a loud toot followed by a thick billowing of steam would startle a few birds, but for James the so far short journey had been uneventful.

He looked across the train compartment to his three friends and smiled brightly before he spoke.

"Well, I best be off to the Prefects carriage. I wouldn't want to deprive the Head Girl of my charm and good looks for too much longer."

Remus merely rolled his eyes, while Peter let out a great big laugh as though James had told him the funniest joke in the world.

James made his way down the narrow passageway that linked the carriages until he came to the one especially reserved for Prefects.

Adopting an air of casual elegance, he slid open the door. Startling green eyes pivoted in their sockets to greet him before they narrowed in suspicion.

"Get out Potter. This compartment is only for the Head Girl and Head Boy, not some disgusting bit of scum that the dog might've thrown up."

James stood there as if he had been stupefied.

Lily Evans was Head Girl.

"Didn't you hear what I said? Get out!"

At that moment James seemed to be able to locate his voice and he answered with as much strength as he could muster.

"I'm Head Boy," he mumbled.

Lily, however, looked as though she had been slapped in the face.

"You're Head Boy!" she said, her voice unusually squeaky.

"You – James Potter – are Head Boy. I don't believe it."

She turned her back to face him in a huff.

"I've got the letter to prove it," said James in a small voice. He pulled the wrinkled page of parchment with one hand and held the small, crimson badge in the other.

Lily turned her head around and gasped when she saw the slanted, emerald green writing,

"He's lost all his marbles. Who in their right mind would make you Head Boy," whispered Lily, awestruck.

James scowled at her response.

"Thanks for all that belief in me Evans."

Lily simply turned her head back to face the window.

"Either way, you are late Potter. I've already sent the Prefects on their rounds."

She paused for a moment before exclaiming.

"Oh Merlin! I'm going to have to share a bathroom, common room and everything with you, aren't I?"

"Yep," said James with a grin that suggested all his birthdays and Christmases had rolled into one.



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