A/N: Some scenes are excerpts from Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. a.k.a. spoilers are within for those crazy enough to not have read it yet.

"I'm sorry, Tuney, I'm sorry! Listen-" Lily begged her elder sister, catching her hand, holding it tight. Petunia Evans tried to pull away, but Lily did not let go.

"Maybe once I'm there-no, listen, Tuney! Maybe once I'm there, I'll be able to go to Professor Dumbledore and persuade him to change his mind!"

"I-don't-want-to-go!" said Petunia, dragging her hand back out of her sister's grasp. "You think I want to go to some stupid castle and learn to be a-a-"

Lily watched her sister's pale eyes scan the platform, slightly hurt. Petunia's eyes slid from the cats mewing in their owners' arms, to the owls fluttering ans hooting at each other in cages, then over the students, some of them already wearing long black robes, who were loading trunks onto the scarlet Hogwarts Express, greeting one another excitedly.

"You think I want to be a-a freak?"

Lily could feel hot tears filling her eyes as she relinquished her grip.

"I'm not a freak," she said quietly "That's a horrible thing to say."

"That's where you're going," said Petunia "A special school for freaks. You and that Snape boy...weirdos, that's what you two are. It's good you're being separated from normal people. It's for our safety."

Jordan and Mary watched the red-haired girl and her sister.

"Ignorant muggles." Jordan muttered, loading her trunk onto the train.

"You didn't think it was such a freak school when you wrote to the headmaster and begged him to take you." Lily's indignant voice carried easily to where the two young girls stood watching.

"Not ignorant," Mary said, smirking "Jealous."

"Beg?" Petunia's voice said shrilly. "I didn't beg!"

"I saw his reply," Lily said cooly. "It was very kind."

"You shouldn't have read-" whispered Petunia. The girls had to strain to hear her. "that was my private-how could you?"

The red-haired girl glanced at a greasy looking boy their age standing nearby. The older girl gasped.

"That boy found it! You and that boy have been sneaking in my room!"

"No-not sneaking-" Lily said defensively, shaking her head. "Severus saw the envelope and he couldn't believe a Muggle could have contacted Hogwarts, that's all. He says there must be wizards working undercover in the postal service who take care of-"

"Apparently wizards poke their noses in everywhere!" Shrieked Petunia, now extremely pale. "Freak!" she spat at her sister, before flouncing back off to her parents.

"Ignorant and jealous." Jordan said, glancing reproachfully at the boy, Severus, who had followed a tearful Lily onto the train.

"Poor thing. Her sister sure is a piece of work." Mary said, boarding the train herself. Jordan nodded and followed.

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"Who wants to be in Slytherin? I think I'd leave, wouldn't you?"

Jordan set down the book she was reading and listened interestedly to the voices coming from a nearby compartment.

"My whole family have been in Slytherin." said a second, unfamiliar voice, tonelessly.

"Blimey," said the first. "I thought you seemed all right."

"Maybe I'll break the tradition, "The other said, sounding happier. "Where are you heading if you've got the choice?"

"Gryffindor, where dwell the brave at heart!" the first exclaimed excitedly. "Like my dad."

There came a disparaging noise and Jordan noticed Mary was now listening as well. She got up and slid the door open so they could hear better.

"Got a problem with that?"

"No," said a third voice, sounding disdainful. "If you'd rather be brawny than brainy-"

"Where're you hoping to go then, seeing as you're neither?"

The boys roared with laughter.

"Come on, Severus, let's find another compartment."

Jordan slid down her seat to the window and opened her book back up so that if they came in the wouldn't know she had been listening.

"Excuse me, may we sit here?"

Jordan looked up and patted the seat beside her. Lily sat, the boy who was with her sitting across from her, next to Mary.

"I'm Lily Evans," she said, smiling brightly. "and this is Severus Snape."

"I'm Jordan Savard, and this is Mary Bell. Nice to meet you."

"Likewise." Lily said.

"So Lily," Mary said, pulling her robes out "are you excited?"

"Oh, yes." Lily said excitedly "I can't wait to start. I've already begun to read my charms book-"

"I'm going to go change." Severus said abruptly, exiting the compartment.

"I wonder what's wrong?" Lily said, rising.

"Probably too many girls." Jordan said, getting her robes out of her trunk and drawing the shades.

"Oh," Lily said grinning. "Yeah, probably."

"So which house would you like to be in?" Mary asked Lily curiously.

"I'm not really sure. I'm just excited to be going." Lily replied happily. "What about you?"

"My first pick would have to be Gryffindor, then Ravenclaw." Jordan said grinning. "Anything but Slytherin, really."

"What's wrong with Slytherin?" Lily asked, looking up from buttoning her shirt.

"They're really not that nice of a bunch." Mary said.

"Yeah," Jordan added darkly. "They all have a problem with muggle-borns and their families. Slytherin house turns out more dark witches and wizards than any other house."

"Oh," Lily said, smoothing out her robes. "Severus must not know about that. He wants to be in Slytherin rather badly. Says it's in his family." She made a mental not to let her friend know about the house's reputation before the sorting.

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Lily did not see Severus for the remainder of the train ride and shared a boat with Jordan and Mary. There were so many first years that she could not even see him over the many heads in the entrance hall. She made a frustrated sound, resigning to the fact that she would have to rely on luck keeping him out of Slytherin house.

A stern looking female professor who introduced herself as Professor McGonagall told them all about the sorting. As they walked into the great hall she heard something about Mary's brother being a liar and no dragons. When they reached the front Professor McGonagall silenced them all. Lily gazed intently at the hat that sat upon a stool as it sang its song. She made sure to pay attention to the description the hat gave of each house. She decided that she would very much like for her, Severus, Jordan, and Mary to be Gryffindors. She was brought out of her reverie when Professor McGonagall called "Bell, Mary!"

Mary stepped forward and placed the hat upon her head. It had barely slipped over her tightly shut eyes when it shouted it's verdict. "GRYFFINDOR!"

Lily grinned and clapped for Mary as she made her way over to the loudly cheering table. On down, three to go.

"Black, Sirius!"

Lily glared at the boy as he made his way towards the stool. He looked nervous. She remembered how miserable he had sounded on the train, talking about his family being Slytherins. Surely he was afraid to disappoint them, no matter what he had said back on the train.

"GRYFFINDOR!" Was announced and Sirius made his way over to the table that was once again cheering, and sat across from Mary. Lily could have sworn that over the cheering she heard two loud screeches. Must be some of the family in Slytherin, she mused.

"Evans, Lily!"

Lily stepped forward, trembling nervously. She sat lightly on the little stool, praying, as the had came down towards her head, that the hat didn't tell her to pack up and go home. She closed her eyes, but only had to do so for a very short time, because as soon as the hat touched her hair it shouted "GRYFFINDOR!"

Lily grinned and leapt off of the stool. As she hurried over to her table to sit nest to Mary she glanced back and spotted Severus. He had an odd little smile on his face. As she reached the table she hugged Mary and pointedly did not look at Sirius, for she as still angry about the scene from the train, no matter how bad she felt for him. She looked back up at the front of the hall, waiting for Jordan and Severus to be sorted.

"Longbottom, Frank!"

"GRYFFINDOR!"

"Lupin, Remus"

"GRYFFINDOR!"

Lily clapped as a shy looking boy with sandy blonde hair came and sat next to Sirius. She grinned in return when he smiled shyly at her.

"Prewett, Alice!"

"GRYFFINDOR!"

"Pettigrew, Peter!"

"GRYFFINDOR!" The stout little boy came over and sat next to Remus, glancing furtively at all of them.

"Potter, James!"

"GRYFFINDOR!" The hat took about as long as it had taken for Lily to make it's verdict. Lily groaned as he made his way over, squeezing in between Remus and Sirius and introducing himself to Remus. Lily scowled.

"Savard, Jordan!"

Lily sat up and watched closely as the hat was placed upon Jordan's head. After a short time muttering could be heard throughout the hall, and Professor Dumbledore was staring intently at Jordan. Lily frowned. Nobody else had taken this long. She hoped the hat wouldn't kick Jordan out. Professor Dumbledore rose from his seat and approached her. He muttered a short conversation with what Lily supposed was the hat, before returning to his seat. A moment later the hat shouted "GRYFFINDOR!" and Lily sighed with relief and cheered as Jordan came and sat beside her. She grinned at everybody as she sat down, but looked a little troubled as she turned to watch the remainder of the sorting.

"Snape, Severus!"

Lily gripped the bench tightly and bit her lip. The hat took a brief moment before announcing "SLYTHERIN!" for the whole hall to hear.

Severus smirked in a very self satisfied way as he made his way over to his table. He wasted no time in getting to know his fellow house-mates, a mean looking bunch who had been in the crowd, and some older students.

Lily wanted to cry. She had wanted so badly for all of her friends to be in her house. Before she had time to dwell on it, however, an angry exclamation from Sirius snapped her out of her thoughts. She returned her attention to the sorting, not even wanting to know what that was about.

"Snee, Michele!"

"GRYFFINDOR!" A snobby looking blonde girl made her way over and sat beside Alice. She examined the gold silverware boredly as the sorting came to a close.

"Looks like we'll be roomies!" Jordan said, turning to Lily once the food had appeared on the table. Lily grinned in return as Jordan poured them both a strange orange liquid.

"What's that?" Lily asked, gazing into her goblet.

"Pumpkin juice." Jordan replied, taking a sip and licking her lips.

Lily was repulsed. Juice from a pumpkin? Sounded gross. Jordan giggled when she told her so.

"Try it. I promise you it's really good.

"Okay." Lily said, raising the goblet to her lips and taking a tentative sip.

Pumpkin juice was sweet and a little tangy. There was something else Lily could not quite put her finger on. Something that, despite the slight pumpkin-y flavour, made it taste really good.

"Knew you'd like it." Jordan said, taking some mashed potatoes onto her fork.

The girls chatted happily throughout the remainder of the feast, Lily pointedly ignoring the boys across from her, who made a couple of attempts at joining the conversation. It was not long before Professor Dumbledore gave the start of term notices and sent them all off to bed, Severus down in the dungeons, Lily, Jordan, Mary and the remainder of the Gryffindors up in a tower, the entrance to which was on the seventh floor.

Once they all arrived in their new dormitory the girls all ran to get a bed, Lily getting the one between the washroom and a window. Jordan grabbed the one on the other side of the window, grumbling about Lily getting the bed closest to the bathroom.

"You, red!" Michele Snee shouted at Lily. "I was going to take that one!"

"She got there first, Blondie!" Jordan butted in, shutting her trunk. "So why don't you just take the bed by the door? Wouldn't want anything to happen to that pretty little mouth of yours, would we?"

"Jordan!" Lily gasped, hardly believing the brunette was already threatening one of their roommates.

"What?" Jordan asked innocently, slipping into the bathroom to change.

Lily sighed and got under her comforter, drawing her hangings. At least her new friend hadn't actually hit anybody...yet.

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The next morning proved to be rather uneventful in the Gryffindor girls first year dormitory. Lily rose at six, eager to start her first day of classes, and had the bathroom for as long as she liked. Jordan was next up, surrendering the bathroom to Mary half-an-hour later. When the girls headed down to breakfast together Alice was in the shower and Michele had yet to stir.

"Bet she doesn't eat, that one," Jordan muttered as they made their way down the steps. "Not that she'd have time to." She added, glancing at her watch.

The girls headed over to the portrait hole and were met by their male counterparts.

"Good morning, beautiful ladies."

"Morning James! Morning , other first year boys!" Jordan said brightly.

Lily turned and walked out through the portrait hole, sparing only a small wave to Remus, Frank, and short, round boy whose name she believed was Peter.

"You know that boy?" Lily asked distastefully when Jordan caught up to her and Mary.

"Well I should, seeing as my mother is his father's sister. One thing you will quickly learn is that many pure-blooded families are related in some way. I know we aren't related to the Blacks or Malfoys, but other than that I could be related to anyone, even Dumbledore himself."

Lily took a good look at Jordan. Although her hair was sleek and smooth it was almost the exact shade James Potter's was. Her grin was even eerily similar.

"Poor you," Lily muttered, shaking her head. "Actually, your poor parents." she amended.

"And exactly what is that supposed to mean?" Jordan asked dramatically, hands on her hips.

"Whatever you think it to mean." Lily replied vaguely, taking a seat at Gryffindor table, which was loaded with hundreds of different breakfast foods.

Jordan smirked and took a seat beside Lily and grabbed a lemon danish and some hash browns. She poured herself a glass of orange juice before scanning the early morning owls. With a slight frown she dug into her meal. If her mother ever decided to bother writing, the owl would most definitely be amongst the first to arrive.